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It’s a bit of a tradition at Josie’s workplace that whenever somebody is celebrating his or her birthday the last hour of the day will be spend celebrating the person with snacks, drinks and cheerful chatter.
Today, October 22nd, was Josies turn to be the center of attention. It was her 28th birthday and the office was celebrating a little more than usual. She was an important member of the team, much beloved aswell, she deserved a special party even though it didn’t last an eternity. Josie still got out of the office almost an hour after closing time, happy but somehow nervous. The fun and positive energy among her colleagues was so addictive that she didn’t want to leave the room for a quick pee in order to not miss any of the fun. Now however, she drove out of the parking lot with a stinging sensation between her legs.
“I can make it home. It’s only 20 minutes”, she whispered calmly as she drove off. Even though Josie lived on the countryside and it was already dark outside, the road was still busy. Rush hour was in full bloom, lucky for her though, no traffic. Just the usual trucks and and vans that would slow everybody else down. Josie was used to that, but with a bladder filled with what used to be ice tea, beer and juice, the situation changed. Her nervousness was increasing by the minute. The woman began to get angry, shouting at the drivers in front of her to “drive faster for God’s sake”!
Shaking her legs throughout her whole journey she made herself a promise to never leave the office again without peeing first, no matter how full her bladder might be. There was no need to have another torturous drive like this once again. The pain was becoming annoying and her thighs started to burn from pressing against her bladder. She couldn’t even cross them or use her hands for extra support. The woman had to drive carefully, especially under such conditions. There was no need get into a car crash at her birthday.
Luckily, her patience and persistence paid off. Safe and sound, and most importantly, dry, she reached her appartement building.
“Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!” The woman mumbled as she got out of her vehicle. Bended over in pain she entered the house and ran down the hallway towards the staircase holding her crotch. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t get far. A door opened behind her and a happy voice tried to get the birthday girl’s attention: “Josie!”
“Fuck!”, she thought while turning around. The woman of course knew who it was and forced a smile while looking at the person. It was her landlord, Sandra, a sweet woman in her mid 50s with whom Josie always had a good and especially friendly relationship with. Usually she didn’t mind having a conversation with the lady, today however was a different story. Josie stopped midway through her run towards salvation and greeted the woman exhausted. The landlord walked up to her with the biggest smile on her face and said: “Oh Josie …” she gave her a big hug “ a happy, happy birthday to you!”
“Thank you, Sandra!” Josie hugged her back, but Sandra was squeezing her so hard that her whole body was pressing against her tenant’s bladder.
“Please let me go!”, Josie thought, but as she already expected, Sandra had no intention to set the woman free just now.
“How are you? Did you celebrate today? Was it fun? Did anyone forget your birthday?” Those were just some of the questions Josie got bombarded with. Politely she tried to answer all of them as quickly as possible. Her desperate urge though got so big that she wasn’t able to properly hide it anymore. Her voice was dying, her eyes weren’t smiling as usual and the jingle of the car keys still hanging from her fingers made Josie’s shaking movements especially obvious. Sandra noticed the woman’s distress and asked, interrupting Josie while she was trying to answer one of her questions: “Josie, are you ok? You seem unwell!”
“I gotta pee, Sandra.” she gigled awkwardly “I got back from the office just now and I really need to use the bathroom!” As she confessed, Josie began to do the pee dance in front of the woman. The truth was out and there was no point in hiding it anymore.
“Oh dear! Oh no! - come inside you can use mine!”
Josie politely refused: “That’s very sweet, but I can make it up to my apartement!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes - but only if you let me go now”, she joked in a semi-serious tone. Sandra of course didn’t have to hear this sentence twice to immediately let the woman go.
Josie ran up the staircase, breathing heavily as she tried her best to hold her bladder in place. Oh the agony she felt every time she pushed her body up on each step. Once she finally reached her appartement door she grabbed her keys with trembling hands, unbottoned jeans, crossed legs and bent over body. The door eventually opened like the gates of heaven. She entered her apartement out of breath, switched on the light and then suddenly: “SUUUUURPRIIIIIISSEEEEE!!!!”
Appearing from the darkness were the faces of all of Josie’s best friends. Six in total. She didn’t even have time to breath as she got immediately surrounded by all of them singing happy birthday right after the light went on. They took her by the hands and brought the woman along into the kitchen. Walking by the bathroom door while doing so!
“Guys!” Josie tried to get her friend’s attention “Guys, wait - please!” Everyone was to busy singing that they barely payed attention to her friend in need. The narrow appartement and the clumsiness of the people resulted in Josie being pushed back and forth. She felt some drops of pee sliding down her legs and panicky she tried to free herself from her friend’s escort. But in vain.
They brought her into the kitchen where right in the middle, on the dinner table, was a cake, beautifully made and delicious to look at. But Josie, as much as she appreciated the gesture, only wanted to go take a piss. Her bladder was so full, the urge so bad, her muscles so sore that there was only one way out of this misery. As her friends let go of her hands as soon as they entered the room, Josie ran past the table and in a moment of pure delirium and desperation she pulled her pants down and stuffed her bare butt into the sink.
“HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRTHdAyY toO yy-yoO…” Everyone stopped right before the song could find its ending as the thunderous noise of Josie’s piss stream began to hit the alluminum surface of the sink. Surrounded by familiar faces, Josie began to pee with the force of a hundred horses.
“I’m sorry guys! I’m - I’m sorry … aaaaaaah!” Splashes and gushes along with Josie’s moans and sobs were covering up the awkward silence that suddenly spread out into room. Everyone stared at her with a mixture of confusion, worry, and secret excitement. Josie could barely look at them all in the eyes or even say something. With closed legs and a hand covering her crotch she tried what she could to hide the sight of her naked pussy from her friends, mostly the male ones.
The fact that her intense pee stream was not going to end made the whole situation even more uncomfortable. Evetually, as the gush finally turned into an innocent dribble, the woman managed to find some words to say to her stunned friends: “I’m sorry you had to see this! I tried to tell you that I was bursting but you were all so loud.”
Plagued with feelings of guilt her friends apologized one by one as she was still peeing into the sink.
“Can you turn around for a sec?”, she told them once the fun was over. The friends obeyed and she got back on her feet. She took a dirty towel that was hanging from the handle of the oven, wiped herself clean with it and then pulled her jeans back up, feeling as light as never before.
Once the awkwardness had settled, the whole group began to find the humour in the situation, making Josie feel comfortable again and putting an end to this embarassing moment with jokes, laughter and lots of cake.
Edited July 3, 2022 by Gothes
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My 6th writing; for this one I wanna try writing from the viewpoint of my character Mali instead of third person, spice things up a bit! This time I'm putting Mali into her own shoes and having her describe a new wet experience of her own. Hope you enjoy!
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Mali [F] - 20 y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; always manages to find some way to wet herself even when unintentional.
Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; sometimes wonders how it would feel to be on her end.
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I just had an amazing day start to finish. I had off today, and I was staying over at Yuta's as usual. We had a mellow evening last night after I got home from work and ended up going to bed relatively early. However, last night I got into a mood and wanted some kinky stuff to happen. Not immediately because we were both tired, but something to get us going the next day. So, I spent my last few minutes awake mapping out the next day in my head - what I would drink, the timing of it all, what I would wear - and then tell Yuta the next day. ; )
And so that day came, we woke up and lied around for a few minutes. I discussed my plan with him, and he happily agreed to it. I was now set to drink, fill up my bladder, and grow desperate through the whole day. When I felt that I would be getting close to leaking, I would take a stroll to my local park and do my best to walk around as inconspicuous as possible, trying not to leak. Just thinking back to it turns me on, it's such an exciting premise! : )
And so off I went. The first thing I did out of bed was shuffling over to the bathroom and doing my last bit of business for a good portion of the day. Plus, this way, I could have more fun for longer, starting fresh instead of half full from the nighttime. Afterwards I dressed in comfortable sweats and a T-shirt, and it was about 9:30 or so in the morning when I grabbed a glass of water and headed outside with Yuta for some morning socials browsing for the both of us. It will never stop amazing me how much time can pass just scrolling without another care in the world, because by the time we moved onto a different activity, the time was already approaching 11:00.
We made some breakfast, eggs and bacon, and hopped back into our bedroom to continue binging some Netflix series. It wasn't that good, so much that I won't even bother saying the name of it. Me and him did get a kick out of it though, there were some moments so poorly filmed, written, or acted that we actually found funny. With me during this time I had some cranberry juice that I downed a bit too quick. During our binge I started to feel some pressure under my stomach, making me shift from laying down to slouching semi-upwards. After the juice I poured some more water and continued binging. Around 1:00, I was nearly finished with that glass and really started feeling the heat. I was in all sorts of sitting positions, cross-legged, legs together, crossed in my lap, and flat on the floor. At this point I couldn't sit still for long before switching again, maybe a few minutes or so at a time. "Sitting still" wasn't even an accurate description, since I fidgeted my hips and legs the whole time, too. I even liked to lay on my stomach a bit here and there - the pressure on my bladder against the solid floor felt amazing - that was until after a minute or so when it became a concern whether or not I was actually going to leak a bit! ^~^ Yuta glanced over at me a few times and kept silent, but I did catch him a few times crossing his legs out of my view hiding something, definitely not for the same reason I was crossing mine!
It was 1:40 in the afternoon when we stopped that show, and it was also the time I finished that glass of water! If I had to guess, I'd say that I had somewhere near 2 cups or 0.4 L at the time and I was very aware of it. The squirming began, including the physical motions necessary to distract myself. I talked to Yuta about it for the first time since the morning, telling him how I was growing desperate. He said he could tell, and that it reminded him that he too was starting to feel a need to go. He excused himself from the room and headed into the bathroom. And fun fact!: our bathroom is very close to the bedroom and only one wall apart, so I could hear him splashing into the toilet and imagined to myself how good that would feel if it was me in there! He finished up and flushed, and I had to try SO hard then and there not to leak. I had to stand to keep myself in check. Yuta came out and saw me standing, tip-toed with my hands over my front legs. I felt so embarrassed that I turned away from him to sit back down again, all the while I'm pretty sure he got hard again! -v-
Seeing as I was already desperate, I made a deadly choice that ended up being my downfall in the end (no pun intended), which was brewing a cup of coffee for me and Yuta. The brewing itself was difficult to get through, hearing more liquid pitter patters was the last thing I needed at that moment! I got the two mugs and waddled back over to our room where we started yet another sub-par flick, this time a movie. With each sip of coffee I took from then on I felt on its way to add to my already near-full bladder. I was so concentrated on that, my position, and distracting myself that I couldn't even pay attention to the movie! The sound just went in one ear and out the other! I don't think we got too far into it though, because at 2:14 precisely, a switch inside me flipped and I knew what had to be done. I shot up standing, Yuta slightly surprised because he was so into the movie, and told him to get ready to go. He got the message quick, and was going to get his keys when I decided to change. I stripped from my comfort clothes and started the painstakingly slow process of getting some new clothes on. I picked out black underwear, a nice blouse and some gray jeans and fit them on, only that the jeans took five times as long to get on. XD Trying to put my legs into the holes was a challenge, compressing my bladder each attempt I took, successful or not. I finally got them on and pulled them up. Buttoning them put extra pressure on my bladder as well. I began to come to my senses that this wouldn't be as much of a walk in the park as I thought it would be.
It's nearly 2:20 now, and I was making my way down to the park one step at a time. At a glance you may haven't noticed anything off about me, but if you walked behind me or at a closer distance you would've been able to tell that I was not doing ok. I was walking with my hips swinging side to side. I wasn't walking, I was more putting one leg in front of the other over and over again, getting myself closer and closer to my destination. Everything was becoming hazy to me, how intense I was holding back my urge to let loose at any moment. Yuta was by my side, helping me when I needed it but also doing his best to stand back and watch me with his penetrating stare when he got the chance, that sly ass!
5 minutes later we made it to the public park. People were walking their dogs, elderly couples took strolls and sat down on benches, trees swayed, and I was fighting on the frontlines! I was sweating although it wasn't even warm out, my legs were shut together tight, my fists clenched, and I can't even begin to imagine the look I had on my face - a mix of desperation and a strained natural public expression. I felt only tightness and tingling at my crotch, my pussy already drenched from the excitement I forced myself through. Although it was a struggle, putting on this show in public was a turn on I didn't think I would enjoy as much as I did! And then it started...
*fsh*
I made a "peep" sort of gasp. Yuta quickly raised his head to glance. It was brief, but a small burst filled my underwear. My hands shot down and I leaned forward. I felt around for the damage, and felt a small wet spot on the front half of my underside. My jeans weren't too thick, which added to the risk-factor of someone noticing my leaks, making it more exciting. Yuta was also doing his best to hide his excitement at his crotch from any eyes that may be watching. My time was going to be running out soon, and I had to do my very best to cover it up. I perked my head up and scanned all around for a bathroom. I couldn't see one, but I could see a sign telling me that there was a bathroom ahead of it, less than 0.1 km away. That was my glimmer of hope in not publicly humiliating myself to the maximum. I felt a small wave of relief upon seeing that sign. A small wave? I thought to myself. Relief?!
*pssshhh psshh psh psh*
I shoved my hands into my pussy from outside my jeans trying to stop the leaks. My legs spread apart, my knees turned inward and bent down. My whole underside was drenched, even dripping a small bit, and Yuta got a front row seat to the show trying to shield the view of my small accident. This was the point where I really regretted the cup of coffee and how it flowed right through me. I had to hurry.
Hunched over I shuffle from side to side at a hasty pace, determination mixed with lustful sensation in my eyes. One hand acted as a guard for my groin and the other along with my shoulder helped my stride in moving forward. Few people noticed but those who did understood pretty quick what I was going through. They silently related to their own predicaments they've experienced, all the while unaware of my true intentions. Yuta following closely behind helped mask these intentions further by making it seem truly like an accident (which it technically still was ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ).
We finally made it to the sign, and the bathroom was in sight. All we had to do was make it there and we'd both be in the clear. I could see that it was unisex too. Perfect! I thought. We trudge through the remaining distance undeterred. I felt a *pss* and a *dribble* escape from me, and turn into a constant leakage, but I didn't care. I didn't care that my hand was getting messy, I didn't care that dark streaks started to form on my jeans, and I didn't care that my golden rain was trickling and splashing onto the park's paved road. I was enjoying the hell out of this, as much as I was suffering. My crotch was totally wet with a small constant flow making its way out. But finally, to our amazement, we made it to the unisex.
I swing open the door and stumble in, not hesitating to leave a trail behind me. There's enough walking space to fit several people in the room. Yuta quickly jumps in behind me and shuts the door. I scramble to undo my pants. I try to undo my button. It doesn't budge. My bladder had swollen so much that my waist grew a margin bigger, making my jeans, and my button, tighter.
"Oh fuck, NO!!~" I shout out.
"What's wrong??" Yuta asks worriedly.
"THE BUTTON'S STUCK!!"
*frmm* *trickle* *splash splash* I stumble around trying my hardest to undo the stupidest button I've encountered in my life. Yuta told me it was about 5 seconds but to me it felt like several minutes; I finally managed to slip them off my waist. My piss has been high pressure bursting through a faulty but tight hole, but now is in full throttle as I still remain standing. Yuta has backed up as far as he could into the corner of the bathroom, but still can't avoid getting splashed. I throw my soaked jeans down to the ground around my ankles, crouched over in my last attempts to restrain my stream. I turn facing away from the toilet and realize that my panties were still on! *dribble splash splash* Urgently I fiddle to get them loose and swing them down with the jeans. My stream in this instance was directed all into my panties and jeans and frantically scramble to sit down. I land with a plop and...
*fshhhhhhhhhhhhhh* - the noise that filled that bathroom to the brim. I looked around. There was a huge white-gold lake in the center of the bathroom, a smaller but sizable pond of it in front of the toilet, a splotched toilet seat, and nearly every square inch of the floor sprayed from the splash as I was fiddling with my jeans and trying to sit down. Yuta stood in the corner, his pants stained also from the splash. He was breathing heavy, as if feeling the same way I was feeling; he was also turned on. My entire lower half as well as both of my hands were dripping wet. The same could be said about my clothes below the waist. I continued reliving myself for another minute, the pressure dropping in intensity until all was reduced to a dribble.
Me and Yuta laughed in ecstasy at the climax that unfolded. Before cleaning up, we both satisfied each other's lustful needs. We calmed down and cleaned up the mess with the paper towels that the bathroom conveniently had. It was a long process but eventually everything was dry. We're getting ready to leave when I realize that I'll have to put back on my already wetted jeans. I don't mind doing this, but I didn't need others knowing that I soiled myself completely at 20. XP I put my jeans into the sink and completely drench them, making it all look all one uniform shade of grey. All better. Me and Yuta take our leave and head home. It's the same day and I'm writing this from bed, still on some adrenaline reminiscing today's events. Thanks everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading about my clutz-ass! ; )
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Thanks for reading! It was lots of fun writing this in first person. I hope I kept the tone and word choice consistent enough, and sorry if I didn't :[ . I wanna give credit again to a favorite artist of mine Rune (https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/25170019) for some inspiration art for Mali's outcome in this ordeal! - (https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/98560804 and https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/98624593) I hope you enjoyed, and please let me know of any ideas you have regarding what I write about next! : ) |
The spring mornings are always in the cooler side. It becomes a little hot later in the day but apart from that its a very comfortable weather.
When Itsuki woke up in such a slightly cool and comforting morning it made him feel not only lazy but also super drowsy. So much so that he ended up falling back asleep. When he woke up again his father has already left to see his mother, leaving him some breakfast. Him getting up late wasn't a problem today as it was the weakend.
After having breakfast in peace he got up and cleaned his dishes and the huge mess his father made just to prepare the most simplest breakfast imaginable while making a mental note of never letting him walk into the kitchen again!
When he was finally done it was already 11. He glanced at the watch with indifferent eyes before pulling out his phone and calling Aoi. The phone didn't make more than 2 rings and it was already picked up.
Itsuki wasn't slightest bit surprised at this and said with his usual laid back tone "when are you coming?"
On the other side it was quite noisy so Aoi was probably on her way over already. She didn't bother to answer him and went streight for the main topic, "did you do what I told you to do?"
This time Itsuki paused on his tracks for a second and pursed his lips slightly.
Not hearing anything from the other side Aoi asked again, "you forgot didn't you? Hahaha, well that's okay infact I was about to call you to tell you to wait for me. You can start when I get there. I will be there soon so wait for me okay!"
She cut the phone without even bothering to hear his answer.
Itsuki put down the phone on the dinning table and sat down in one of the chairs. He had indeed forgotten the promise he made to her last Saturday.
She will be here soon and once she is here he will have to do what they promised the loser of the match they played will do. He didn't even know why he agreed to such conditions. He let out a soft sigh thinking that it was no use crying over spilt milk. He had the nerves to challenge her in a match so he should also have the nerves to keep his promise.
He got up from the chair and went to the refrigerator. It may be cool in the mornings but when thirsty, nothing hits the spot better than cold water.
He took out a bottle. Mixed it with room temperature water and drank a few mouthful. Even though Aoi told him to wait, for some reason he had a bad feeling about this so he went ahead and drank almost the whole bottle before Aoi arrived.
Upon arriving the first thing that entered her eyes was the empty bottle on the table and she frowned slightly, "didn't I tell you to wait for me. I really wanted to see you get started."
A sudden shudder went down his spine as he started feeling thankful for his sixth sences. "You really can't stop being a creep for even a second!?"
Aoi grinned at him, went near the sink and filled the bottle herself before handing it to him. "I am not a creep. I just want to see it from the very beginning. From the water slowly entering your system to you slowly getting desperate until you can't help it anymore and just-"
Itsuki couldn't bear to listen anymore so he received the bottole and interrupted her with "Let's start with the homework." Aoi only smiled at him and didn't continue.
He himself knew it wasn't going to get anywhere anytime soon with one of such a small bottle but he still couldn't bring himself to drink it after knowing that he will soon be someone's eye candy even if that someone was his girlfriend. He put down the bottle and let out a small sight.
Aoi who has been staring at him extended her hand to get the bottle back and said "Do you want me to help you so it won't be as embarrassing anymore?"
Before he could figure out, exactly how was she gonna 'help' him drink water, he was gently pushed into the chair behind him. But the kiss that landed on his lips afterwards was not so gentle, a bit fierce even.
The water Aoi took in her mouth before kissing him, slowly slid down his throat but most of the water was spilled from the gap of their mouths. Even after all the water was gone Aoi didn't cease the force of the kiss.
At first Itsuki was caught off-guard but he also co-operated soon enough. By the time they seperated both of them were a panting mess. Aoi was now sitting on Itsuki's lap without both of them realising.
Itsuki was still pondering over the fact that "Oh! how less embarrassing it really was than he drinking it himself!" with his fiery red ears, when he saw Aoi about to 'help' him drink some more water. He hurriedly reached over his hand and snached the bottole. Putting the other hand on Aoi's waist he said "That's enough I will drink it myself."
Aoi gave a satisfied grin looking at his savored look before finally leaving her VIP seat.
They were sitting in the dinning room doing their homework, Aoi occasionally asking questions she didn't understand.
Almost Two hours passed by without any trouble.
Aoi asked Itsuki while helping him gather the papers together after they were done"do you need to go yet?"
".....yeah.....A little I suppose."
"Hahaha and how much is "a little"
supposed to mean? Tell me in a scale of 1 to 10?"
"4 maybe?" Itsuki said with hesitation.
Aoi made an understanding noise and went to put the papers in her bag when she heard Itsuki say," How about we move to my room?"
Aoi Turned towards him,"oh! Of course. You wouldn't want to wet yourself and be seen by your parents right? That will be one hell of a hard situation to explain."
"........" He sometimes wondered for what god for shaken reason was he dating this kind of person. Even dating a dog would have been better than this shameless wrench.
Aoi could almost read all the above words from his expression alone and burst into laughing.
Not being able to take it anymore Itsuki decided to stay away from this thing for the time being. He got up and went upstairs by himself deciding on which movies they should watch. Soon he was followed after by Aoi.
The door of his room closed and they got themselves comfortable on Itsuki's bed. The bed was attached to one of the walls in the room. Itsuki put his back against the wall and put on the movie. Aoi being the do- oh worse than dog person she was, lied on Itsuki's lap despite knowing full well how hard it will soon be for Itsuki in this position with his slowly growing need.
Itsuki stated at her speechlessly before letting her do whatever hell she wanted with a sight of defeat, after all either way the end result will still be the same with him making a mess of himself.
30 minites into the movie Aoi felt Itsuki squirm around more frequently. She looked up at him,"feeling uncomfortable? Need me to get up?"
"No. Its fine....For now at least."
Even though Itsuki said that Aoi could feel him becoming more restless by the minuite. She again looked up at him. After a while she got up and sat infront of him blocking his view to the telivision.
By now Itsuki had to close his legs hard if he wanted to have full control of his body but of course Aoi won't allow him to do that. She slid her body Between his legs one of her hands at the side of his neck cherishing it lightly.
"How much?"
"...about 7"
"Oh! That was fast. I though it was going to take you a whole day."
Aoi was smiling but Itsuki could detect the sarcastic tone in her words.
"Well it's not something I have control over."
"Mmn, that's true. I have never really seen you loose your cool before so I am a bit impatient maybe?" While she talked Aoi's hand went to his nape and suddenly Itsuki's body became tensed. He was suddenly a bit breathless.
Itsuki felt her hands sliding further down his spine over his clothes just the way he liked it when he was receiving a massage while relaxing but relaxing wasn't really something he was looking forward to right now. He unconsciously arched his back. One of is hand landed on Aoi's shoulder.
If he exerted even a little pressure Aoi will stop all her actions. That's how it has always been. As someone like Itsuki who didn't like to express his emotions most of time, he made small gestures. Luckily all these small gestures were noticed by Aoi without any miss.
The moment he feels uncomfortable Aoi will never push him any farther. But he doesn't seem to not like it enough to stop just yet and instead see what happens next.
Aoi waited for a bit but the sign she anticipated never came. So while surprised she felt a bit touched. She maintained her position as if waiting for something. It was a rare moment for Itsuki to take the initiative to express himself properly and Aoi wanted to give him as much time as possible.
Just when she was about say something to him the sound of people downstairs startled the both of them.
Itsuki looked at Aoi with his usual expressionless face.
Aoi:"......"
All the emotions in his eyes that were there just seconds ago seem to have been nothing but a small dream, disappearing without a single trace.
Aoi didn't know whether to laugh or cry as the mood, she had manged to set up by going through rain and storms was ruined just like that. So she focused on calming herself first.
Aoi: "...Looks like...your parents are back."
Itsuki: "Hmn"
They sat where they were without moving for a while when Itsuki's father called him down.
Itsuki honestly doubted that today everyone was competing over who can give him a harder time. He let out a sight before getting up. But before he could fully stand up panic flashed in his face and he quickly sat back down in his previous position.
Aoi was a bit surprised but looking at his expression and the way he shut his legs tightly not moving at all she soon followed.
Aoi: "Umn...its okay I will....go down"
Itsuki just pursed his lips and didn't say anything, only nodded his head in response.
Aoi hurried downstairs. Itsuki's parents were used to seeing her around so they weren't surprised.
Itsuki's father asked how she was doing and how were her studies going and how were her parents doing and all the usual questions.
All Aoi just wanted to finish the conversation soon and go upstairs. It didn't seem like it willl be ending anytime soon though.
Itsuki's mother asked "what is that son of mine doing? Why didn't he come down with you?"
"....." While lying itself wasn't really a problem but lying to her future mother-in-law was a bit.....hard. Though its not like she can tell the real reason why her precious son couldn't come down," I actually came here because we needed to finish our assignments. So he said he will come down after he is done."
"That's very much like him. Okay, then how about I send you two somthing to eat later?"
Aoi almost chocked on air hearing Itsuki's father's kind proposal. She hurriedly refused " N-no need. It won't take us much longer and we will come down right after anyway so please don't bother."
When Aoi finally came upstairs again the sight that greeted her was Itsuki sitting on the floor a short distance away from the bed as though the bed had traumatized him somehow, legs tightly closed together and his phone in his hand. The phone part is probably to distract his thoughts from his desperation.
"Done?" He asked as he heard the sound of door opening.
"Yeah. Why did you get down from the bed?" Itsuki chose not to answer her.
Aoi sat close to him. She couldn't tell from a distance but from this close it was more than clear how desperate Itsuki was. Aoi also started to feel a bit restless and leand over to kiss him.
After what felt like forever Itsuki felt Aoi put slight distence between them as their lips parted. He stared at Aoi with his blurred vision probably because of the psychological tears from both the kiss and his desperation. Aoi got closer to him and asked in a whisper "How much?"
Itsuki was busy catching his breath and only answered after a while "can we stop that."
"Haha sure. Whatever you say."
Aoi moved back and got up on the bed. "Here, get up"
Itsuki: " ......"
Itsuki "not in the bed. Cleaning up will be a real pain."
"Its okay. I will clean it all up." She empathized the 'all' part.
Even though what she said was to help him, Itsuki felt like there was something terribly wrong with her wording, "I am not getti-Ah!"
Before he could finish his words he felt a strong tug on his collour and he almost lost all control over his bladder then and there. He glared at Aoi with the most fierce face he could muster in this situation though for now it probably only makes him look all the more miserable.
"You are forgetting who is in disadvantage right now." Aoi said with a sly tone.
Ituki really wanted to murder her right about now but she was right. He is the one in disadvantage right now. So after sitting still on the floor for a while he slowly got up, about to climb on the bed when his hands were being tugged again. This time the force didn't stop halfway and got him to almost totally lie down on the bed.
Itsuki would have let out a surprised sound if he didn't cover his mouth with his hands. But it did nothing to hide his panic as his other hand was forcefully pressing at his inner thigh. That hand was soon mercilessly moved by Aoi who got on top of him.
She again kissed him as fiercely as ever while one of her hands went down rubbing between his inner thighs but always missing a certain sensitive spot in the middle.
Being tortured like this Itsuki couldn't take it anymore he was about to get up when he felt his body become heavy. Turns out Aoi had put all her body weight on him. One of her hands now circling around his waist pushing it upwards while the kissing went on.
Itsuki had a slim but well built body. After touching him for the first time Aoi could already tell his clothes were doing a great job, making him look like a noddle. But the only part of his body his clothes couldn't deceive people about was his waste. It looked slim and it actually was thin! Holding him around the waist was comfortable to the point of addiction.
It was Itsuki who turned his head first putting an end to their kissing. While he was trying to catch his breath he felt Aoi's tongue around his lips only then did his brain register the metalic taste in his mouth.
It wasn't clear who bit who first but it was now Aoi who was cleaning up for the both of them since Itsuki wasn't really in any position to do anything at all.
The tongues moved down his chin and to his neck. Ituki was felling overwhelmed. With the pressure in his abdomen and the way Aoi's jeans was rubbing against his abdomen which was seperated from Aoi by only a soft textured thin sweater, it was all too much but at the same time not quite enough.
Ituki: "Ahh ....d-don't rub so...h-hard." Itsuki felt forming a single sentence was harder than when he was first learning to talk. He felt too stimulated. It was a different kind of stimulation. Totally different from orgasm. It was something more fierce, something more urgent.
Aoi raised only her face to see his face and gave him a small smile, "relax a little. Your muscles are so tensed."
Itsuki though Aoi definitely didn't realise how close he was to literally flooding the bed. However with Aoi not giving him any break he couldn't catch his breath to tell her that.
Aoi lowered her head and licked at the tears that fell from Itsuki's eyes. She pressed her body down with a bit more force and Itsuki felt his breath hitch he raised his body as much as possible in that position and held onto Aoi's shoulder as if it was his last straw of life. He got close to Aoi's ears and whispered in her ears,"hah...ahh s...st..op."
Aoi was a bit taken aback but soon realised what he said and stopped moving right away. She was about to quickly move back and check if Itsuki was okay but just as she took back the pressure she was putting on Itsuki with her whole body she was pushed back on the bad in a almost sitting position.
It was now Aoi's turn to be surprised. Being pushed like this all of a sudden she quickly balanced herself with her hands when she saw Itsuki get up and sit on her laps.
Itsuki was still as breathless as earlier. His eyes were misty, lips bitten to the point it was red and seemed painfull even just from looking. Seeing him bullied to this point Aoi didn't have the heart to push him back down. She just kept looking at him with a dazed expression.
It was then when she saw his lips move. No sound came out but he seemed to be wanting to tell her something with all his might. His breathing became heavier by the second. Finally it seemed like he have had enough, he let out a small moan and leaned forward resting his head on Aoi's sholder.
Soon after Aoi heard a hissing sound. It started off as low and then got lowered.
Aoi felt a warm sensetion spreading between her legs and and a stream of liquid hitting her abdomen. Itsuki was sticking very close to her so while she couldn't see it, she would be a dumb bitch if she couldn't tell what the hell he was doing here.
Itsuki's breath was hitting her ears and while he wasn't verbal about it the relief he was feeling was quite obvious with the small sights he was letting out occasionally accompanied with very light moans.
Aoi was thankful that Itsuki turned off the movie before she came to his room before , otherwise she wouldn't have been able to hear these honey dripping sounds he was making.
It seemed like forever till the stream slowed and finally died down. Itsuki was still slump over Aoi's sholder. His breathing had calmed down by a lot now.
Aoi: " You......you did that on purpose didn't you?"
Itsuki didnt say anything and just when she thought he was ignoring her again Itsuki finally finished the sentence he couldn't say earlier " I told you, I don't want to clean up the bed. So If I do it on top if you, for once you can be useful and let your clothes absorb most of it."
Itsuki's voice was still a bit hoarse and he was talking in a low voice. It tickled Aoi's ears pulling a string in her heart. She felt like if this little devil doesn't stops soon she might do something terrible to him.
Itsuki slowly got up. He had no intention to look at the bed, at Aoi or even at himself. He simply went to the wardrobe to get a change of clothes for both him and Aoi. But of course him having a dog girlfriend, she would not let it pass just like that.
"Y'know, you did say that if you do it on top of me you will make a smaller mess but damn, look at the bed. How were you even able to contain so much in that flat stomach of yours?"
As usual Itsuki pretended that there was only him and air in the room but looking at his blood red ears it was pretty obvious how he feels about this whole bladder capacity thing.
When Ituki got out after taking a quick shower Aoi was still letting out small laughs .
Itsuki honestly didn't know what to say at this point. His eyes fell on the bed that was already cleaned up by Aoi while he was on the shower and once again felt his ears heat up. Then his eyes fell on Aoi's soaked jeans that she still......HAD ON!?
"Why the hell have you not taken your clothes off yet!?"
"I also need a shower so I might as well change after the shower right?"
Itsuki didn't want to talk on this subject anymore but it would be a lie to say he isn't amazed how unaffected she is with someone else's urine on herself.
Itsuki put his clothes in the washing machine and waited for Aoi to finish changeing. Then put her clothes in together with the sheets.
When everything was finally done it was already lunchtime. Itsuki went down stairs with Aoi following closely behind.
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They were making small talk while eating when Itsuki's father suddenly asked,
"Aoi why did you change your clothes all of a sudden?"
Everyone in the room: "......."
It's not like Itsuki's mother didn't notice it but she just couldn't seem to being it up but now her dear husband achieved what she couldn't.
Aoi gave a nervous laughter. she was about to give an excuse when she heard Itsuki say, " she spilled water on herself" Seemingly very used to his father's obliviousness.
And that topic ended right there. But not for Aoi. The guilt of dirtying the white lotus of the family who were so good to her was too much for her to enjoy the meal in front of her.
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"It was the most awkward lunch I have ever had in my entire dog life life." Aoi though as she waved goodbye to Itsuki from the bus window.
The sun was already setting. The sky had an orange shade while broken clouds were floating by here and there. Aoi felt a bit drowsy. She leand on the window glass and looked at the sky.
Today was one hell of a day for her. But she was pretty much satisfied with everything expect for one thing.
It took her a lot of effort to be alone with Itsuki like this. Being able to spend time with just the two of them is no less rare than seeing a white peacock. In such circumstances when Itsuki finally seem to show a new side of himself they wre interrupted. She felt a bit sad.
But leaving that aside she still got to see a whole new side of him.
Aoi looked at herself in the reflection of the window," Yup. Smiling like a creep just as he said."
She thought it was okay. The side of Itsuki she couldn't see today it will be a treat for later. She will open this pretty wrapping slowly and with much care in the future. There is no need to rush. There is a whole life ahead of them.
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Note: hello everyone.
The two character in this chapter are actually from a novel I was thinking of writing but who knows if I will ever be able finish writing it..... |
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it’s been a while since I posted a fictional story. Actually, I started many during this hiatus, but ended up deleting many of them because I’d lose motivation. So, I took a break. Seems I needed it as this story is a whopping 9-10 pages long, according to Microsoft Word.
I didn’t want to create chapters, so you all can simply read the whole thing in one go without having to wait for each chapter.
Once again, as in a previous story of mine, “she” is unnamed so that whoever you are, if you so desired, can call her whomever you’d like: a crush, a girlfriend, a wife, whoever; I leave her identity at my readers’ discretion.
Any edit history will be with respect to typos I find as I re-read my work in this post. It’s long, so typos are inevitable.
I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed detailing it.
’Til next time..
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Driving Disaster
Although she had stopped at the rest-stop and gone in for some beverages, her anxiety with using public restrooms prevented her from going.
Her bladder reminded her that the toilet is only a door away, but she refused as her anxiety flared in her chest. She purchased the beverages and as she approached the exit, her bladder whispered into her mind: “last chance, turn around..” But she ignored it, walking through the sliding doors; and whilst she walked to and approached her car, she can hear her bladder yelp into her mind: “No! No!, please go back! You have a chance!” And once again, she shook her head, refusing to acknowledge her opportunity.
Her anxiety just told her to wait it out. After all, she just had to wait another fifty miles or so, then she’d reach the motel she planned to stay in for the night; then she can go pee.
However, now that she was back on the road, her urging bladder slowly began creeping out of her belly, building until sufficient tingle remained constant in her lower abdomen. She clenched her sphincter muscles in response, but it didn’t go away as fast as prior to her break at the rest-stop. Her mind began to second-guess her anxiety, after noticing it took longer for her clenching to make the tingles go away: “perhaps a public restroom isn’t so bad?”
But as soon as the question rang in her mind, just as fast sprung her anxiety about even considering the opportunity and picturing herself doing so.
And though her mind reassured her, and gave her some confidence that she could make it, the extent of her distended bloated belly signaled: — considering that she was wearing a flow-y red floral dress, was yet noticeably jutting out — “maybe it was just the way I’m sitting”, she reflected when her large stomach signaled.
Suddenly while thinking — thinking she could perhaps make it — her bladder’s urge arrives faster, no longer gradually creeping its way, and contracts beneath the skin of her lower abdomen, sending strong tingles urging her to open her sphincter downwards into her perineum.
“Ooooff..”, she mouths, then purses her lips.
She squints her eyes, not outright squeezing them shut — since she knows wouldn’t be able to see the road had she fully closed them — and bites her incisors down on her bottom lips. Her head lightly twitches, tilting to the left when the tingles in her perineum grow upwards and sit at on top of her pubic bone.
“Ahhh..”, her mind winces as growing tingles agitate, ringing her awareness like cellphone that won’t let up.
Careful not to have it affect her driving foot, she presses her milk-tea thighs together, shoving her dress in between the middle inseams thereof with her left hand, all but her thumb, which, though insignificant, caresses her right thigh over the dress.
She wrinkles her eyebrows and tells herself to focus on the road, while her pressing thighs squeeze its tension into her and against the constant wave yearning to overcome the flood walls.
The tingles grow further upwards and sit just above her pubic bone: her lower abdomen muscles briefly twitch beneath. She responsively clenches harder as a burning sensation overwhelms her and keeps like so for thirty seconds, until finally she feels it start to subside, slowly retreating away into the depths of her swollen belly. Although she hides her bladder away, it irritation bloats her belly with pressure.
She covers another five miles before her bladder comes knocking again, this time more prepared to defeat her hold.
She felt her innards expand beneath that full belly.
Though her thighs were already together, and only lightly pressed — having relaxed them thus far, after the prior hold — she resumed their prior tension, but her contracting bladder only shot more tingles into her perineum; so she responded with tighter squeezing, but with no avail: her tingling only growing stronger and crawling back up the front of her, forcing her pelvic lips to shrink inwards as she instinctually clenches her muscles very tightly.
“Oooo! Come on, come on, come on! Why won’t you just let uppp!”, arguing with her bladder while clenching her teeth.
She so badly wants to bring her feet together and closer so that she may stomp them in place alternatively, but her right foot is too preoccupied with the gas pedal.
Instead, her left foot starts to pace, side-to-side, while left knee jams tightly into the other one. She shoves her left hand back in between the middle of her thighs, all fingers in this time. Her palm facing her inner right thigh, it grasps onto its sensitive skin and squeezes.
It feels moist, her inner thighs no doubt red as they remain together and sweating, her dress absorbing some of it.
And though her foot continues to dance and her left arm pressing its hand into her right thigh, the burning beneath her perineum returns: her bladder is vehemently contracting its hot sloshing pee into her walls.
She covers two miles in her unrelenting desperation, until the drop of sweat riding down her forehead and delaying in her right eyebrow notifies her just how desperate her situation is: she’s sweating though the air conditioner is running.
She removes her left hand to caress her lower left thigh, but as quick as she does so just as quick the tingles get worse, so she shoves her hand back in, but this time against herself: all the way down to the perineum, and it’s a whole swamp though she clasps herself over her dress.
Another rushing tingle smashes into her perineum, and she softly moans:
“Mmmph..”, her breath immediately stifling thereafter.
She bites her right corner lip and rubs her left inner knee against her right, debilitated by the gas pedal. And, still, that burning feeling persists.
She starts circling herself, immediately bringing in waves of pleasure—“No, no!.. I don’t want this..”, her mind demands to shake free, and her denying head signals. She stops herself, but her mind is reminded by her bladder’s unwavering fight. So she resumes. She circles again, and upon friction her eyelids weaken and bottom lip retreats, pressing itself into her upper teeth.
She knows she doesn’t want to, but knows she needs something, anything, to help her ignore her bladder. And successfully she suppressing her urge, though it’s still there, masked under the brush of pleasure. She softly moans through bitten bottoms lips, squeezing her upper inner thigh muscles together and smothering the hand in between doing its work; but suddenly and accidentally her right foot pleasurably twitches, pressing on the gas pedal and accelerating her car suddenly forwards.
She eyes escape her weak eyelids, widening to full attention while kicking her distracting hand out her moist self and onto her steering wheel. Her right foot immediately going for the brake and slams on it, overreacting.
She doesn’t come to a stop, only significantly slowing herself down, but sufficient enough to throw her forward and accidentally squeezes a weak light-yellow spurt out from her raging bladder, soaking her light-pink panties warm. She doesn’t even feel it happen with the adrenaline rushing through her arteries.
Only after coming back to her senses does she encompass a slightly cool clinging substance pressing in between her upper inner thighs. Her jaw flings open before a loud gasp blurts out, shocked she got herself so distracted to do this to herself.
She quickly glances below, finding the red of her tucked dress against her soaked lips now dark red, having peed through her panties and into her red dress.
“Fuck.. not the dress..”, her face wrinkles and inner voice disappointingly remarks.
She quickly lifts the end of the dress settled halfway down her thighs up to her lower abdomen, untucking the wet spot out from between her wet lips, partially revealing them soaked through the translucent wetness of her now dark-pink panties.
Dark-pink across the entire width and a nigh-dismissible circular dark patch hiding below her perineum and beneath her nigh-touching upper inner thighs: her pee got into the fabric of her dress below her pelvis.
“Ahh, fuck, no! I so got it onto the seat!”, she scolds herself aloud.
She slides her left hand between her wet upper inner thighs until the tips of her fingers touch the dress trapped between her butt and the seat, confirming she’s indeed wet the dress below her.
“Ugh, nooo..”, her head shakes.
One would think a light release would alleviate the pressure in her belly yet all this time she’s kept herself clenched whilst investigating her predicament, holding against an even more furious bladder, spoiled by its brief squirt of ecstasy and whining for more.
“Ooo, come on, what is wrong with you..?”, she berates her swollen belly, her lifted dress revealing just how bloated she is and how red her skin has become.
Her face winces and shrinks, eyes squinting and nose wrinkling with pursed lips as her spoiled bladder slams a wall of tingles into her sphincter, feeling her perineum burning with a vehement burning: it’s as though a kindling has been ignited between her upper inner thighs.
And though the momentum of her hot flow burns into her sphincter, as if pressing a cigarette into her arm, a sensation having spread and now covering the whole front of her quivering lips, her soaked clinging panties have grown cold from the air conditioner running in her car.
There’s nothing more enticing for release than a crotch burning to pee whilst covered in its cold remnants.
Her lower belly, just above her pubic bone, begins to twitch micro-contractions again, a result of holding back her burning sphincter for a prolonged amount of time. They flutter out therefrom, converting into goosebumps that rumble like rolling stones against her skin. Prickling up her bloated belly and waist, up her breasts — wrinkling her nipples — and a portion diverging under her arms to the small of her back, finally converging back with the front at her trapezius muscles: her shoulders consequently shivering violently and the hairs on the back of her head standing up.
Involuntarily, her head jerks and stoops forwards; she softly moans again, then shakes her head with annoyance, thinking she must look like she’s some possessed freak, contorting in her car.
She slams her left leg back into her right, and casts its shin underneath her right calf muscle. She begins to swing it from beneath and out, over and over: every time her left shin is back underneath, she delays her leg there and twists her left foot over her right ankle, squeezing her twizzlered left leg tightly around her right, especially around her right thigh, trying warm her cold crotch with squeezing tension. She repeats this twizzler-ing process enough to slightly warming her cold self.
And simultaneously, she compels her bursting bladder into obscurity, though its tingling only partially ringing into her awareness.
She covers another twenty miles, committing to her twizzlered procedure another five more times during her commute. However, just short of the twenty-mile mark, she finally gains some peace of mind, relaxing, though keeping her thighs together, when no tingles emanated out from her belly, only feeling the pressure of her bloat.
It was when she had covered just over twenty miles that her peace of mind was so short-lived: when a very sharp pang of pain radiated out of her right waist, she responsively throws her shoulders back and arches her back like a banana thinking a stretch would make it go away, but she only had made it worse.
Upon arching her back, she inversely stretched out her bloat belly, sending a strong flowing urge swiftly into her crotch. She instinctively hunches forward as soon as she feels a few drops slip passed her sphincter and into her urethra.
“Haaaa, no! No!.. fuckkk..”, as her leaking drops glide down her urethra, whilst her cut stream lags behind her clenched sphincter, and oozes out of her opening: they spread a short blanket of warmth into her cold-soaked panties, and the slight warmth spilling onto her cold skin shivers her whole body with heated pleasure. It’s like snuggling by a heater after having finished shoveling snow.
Her mind soothed by the warmth ridding her crotch of its soaked coldness, but she is quickly thrusted back into the reality of her burning sphincter, to which her mind subconsciously dictates:
“Just let go.”
She bites her bottom lips just thinking about another spurt of hotness filling the coldness between her thighs, but shakes her head in refusal as she can’t release onto her seat, and especially not in her car, at least not any more. Yet, again, her subconscious prods into her awareness.
“Just a little..?”
She briefly squeezes her eyes shut while shaking her head again in refusal.
“NO! No!..”, she refuses aloud to herself.
And yet the downward flow of tingles only increases, reinforcing her subconscious urge. Her eyes begin to lightly water in its outer corners, blurring her vision whilst driving. She wipes her tingle-induced tears, but her eyes only burn upon being wiped and release more, not realizing her left hand had earlier touched her soaked self.
Another wave of combined tingles rush down into her cold crotch, whilst her thighs begin to quiver with cold-inducing goosebumps. She begins scooting herself to the front of her seat and then back, allowing her to shift and rub her inner thighs against each other, though at the expense of her waist slightly twisting and irritating her yearning bladder.
“Arrgh! Haa, Hoo, ooh! Come on, come on, just twenty more miles, just twenty more to go..”, she groans and exhales with every utterance.
She looks as though she’s dancing in her seat with her shifting, getting closer to the steering wheel, then further, then closer, and so forth.
But suddenly a massive urge smashes into her crotch, forcing her to freeze and stop shifting, needing to focus all her attention on tightly clenching herself still.
She holds still, but her belly expands more.
She clenches her pelvis muscles tighter, yet the burning only increases.
With all her might, she presses her thighs so tightly together whilst clenching her sphincter her stillness ever so slightly fidgets from sheer rigidity.
And though she holds herself in place like so, she can’t help but lose control over her breathing, gradually hyperventilating as she feels a few drops begin to leak passed her rigid self:
“No!.. No!.. Come on!.. ooooOOOOH!.. mmmmMMMM!..”, she moans exasperatedly.
Her mouth opens wide as if she’s silently orgasming whilst her warm drops seep down her urethra and spill its warmth over her cold skin, massaging her subconscious.
Then another few burning drops seep past her clenched sphincter, though she’s frozen still as a block of ice. Her fidgeting turns into shaking, her muscles losing their constant-clenching strength, as though fatigued and shaking whilst doing one last weight-lifting pump.
Her drops glide down her urethra and once again spill out of her opening, warming her cool skin. Her subconscious beckons:
“You’re on your last legs.. just give in to this soothing warmth..”
She shakes her head in denial, refusing to acknowledge she might just explode right in her seat for a minute of steamy hotness encroaching her cold lips.
Her bladder having leaked twice, pushes full throttle, and, instead of drops, a trickle presses through from between the seams, her sphincter weakened by the part of her wanting to indulge her subconscious.
“Haaw!..”, she orgasmically moans as hotness tantalizingly fingers it petrissage into her cold lips.
“Mmmm..”, she suppresses the rest of her moan as she bites onto her bottom lips, whilst her yellow warmth flood the crevice between her outer lips and inner thighs. Her body shakes violently whilst this brush of warmth fills her cool panties.
She accidentally floors her right foot onto the gas pedal as her body is tantalized with heated pleasure, which its accelerated jerk snapping her mind out of its hypnosis: she tries her best to clench harder.
Consequently, her hyperventilation resumes as she fully acknowledges just how wet her upper inner thighs feel whilst her semi-loose-though-clenched, burning sphincter holds back the trickle.
“Haa, Haa.. mmMM! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!..”, she exasperatedly belches as her bladder responsively strongly contracts back into her hold.
Her pelvic lips, though shrunk inwards because of her clenched sphincter, once again involuntarily expand without her permission, causing her eyes to fill with tears of pleasurable release and her throat orgasmically expand, belching out a load moan of relief:
“Haawyyeaaarrggh—MMMmmmm!!”, cutting her yelp once again behind bitten lips, letting the rest of it out as exhalation through her nose.
Her hot flow harshly breaks through her weakened self, its yellow waters burning against her urethra walls and hissingly gushes into her dark-pink panties. It shines with exquisite light-yellow glow, exposing her red lips from sheer wetting-induced translucence, shifting the dark-pink spread-front upwards in a semi-circle fashion over her pubic bone and towards its panty waistline. Meanwhile, light-yellow pools between her panty-covered lips and pressed upper inner thighs, trickling down the makeshift milk-tea-colored channel in between her thighs, moderately streaming down the channel and spilling out from between her inner knees, spattering audibly onto the rubber carpet mat between her calves — a few drops trickle down her left calf, down the inner side of her shin and ankle, but suspend there — while her spattering yellow on the mat splatters its drops onto the insides of her shins.
“Haa, Haa, fuck! Damn it! How can this be happening?!”, she yells at herself aloud, in disbelief that despite clenching as tight as she could her body just ignored all her effort.
After splattering onto her shins, she finds wherewithal to cut her forced stream, hurting her urethra and sphincter as it burns.
Her bladder having released for the first time a considerable amount, though still nothing compared to what remains in her belly, is satisfied for now, her stream-cutting clench capable of pulling back her urge, though is retreats with resistance.
Seeing as she’s lost control twice, she floors it, becoming incredibly worried that she might empty herself with short bursts before she gets to her motel.
She covers another ten miles without a peep of strong tingles, though receiving them nevertheless but weaker since her double release satiated her bladder.
While covering this distance she gets a good idea of just how much she released: though her thighs were clenched enough to channel her warmth down its inner skin, half of her stream seeped down her soaked panties into her perineum and butthole, and pooled in those crevices, eventually passing through her dress and absorbing into the car seat below her.
Having just passed ten miles, with thirteen remaining, another weak tingle creeps out from the depths of her belly. Before, it was her cold lips that yearned for reheating warmth, but now it was her inner thighs and perineum, though the latter was less cold than the former by virtue of her squeezed, folded crotch keep her body heat insulated therein.
The weak tingle begins grow, this time, into stronger tingles, her bladder becoming hunger once again for release, beneath her belly and soon enough her thighs begin jiggling again. She swings her leg thigh vehemently back and forth, and so badly wants to move her right leg but can’t.
Every time her left thigh swings wide open, a rush of cool air replaces the escaping warm air leaving her crotch and inner thighs. When she swings herself shut, the coldness of her inner left thigh presses into her right leg. She shivers again as the cold extracts goosebumps out of her skin
It seems no matter what maneuver she tried, something was enticing her bladder to piss out its warming goodness.
She slides her left hand across the front of her cool soaked panties, clasping herself tightly and pressing into her clenched self whilst continuing her swinging: at least she can keep some of her warmth tucked beneath her hand.
As the tingles grow stronger, sure enough the burning returns, but this time her sphincter hasn’t got the energy to continuously hold her bladder back, and her subconscious exhausted much of its patience.
It doesn’t take much time, clenched or unclenches, until a few drops begin to slip past her once again, oozing out of her urethra and spilling out onto her skin: it’s warmth spreading across herself and into the palm of her left hand in very brief pulses.
Consequently, she starts swinging her left thigh harder, loudly smacking her jiggling left thigh into her right and turning her skin tender and red thereby, but more drops continue softly pulsate out of her and brief intervals of warmth spreading across her skin and the palm of her hand.
And though she tinkles tiny drops, each time she holds them back to mere drops, her bladder invigorates with pressure. She tries to clench harder, but her sphincter refuses to tighten any further; and so as the pressure in her belly began to build up considerably and she occasionally releasing drops, she inevitably began to let out dribbling trickles instead of drops.
“Haa!.. Haa!.. Haa!.. Hooo-ho-ho-ho, no, no, No, No, NO!..”, she began exhaling as the pressure reached a threshold, then started uncontrollably trickling without be able to effectively cut herself off.
Her darkened pink panties fully soaked to waistline, her wet front having travelled over time, begins to twinkle grain-like glistening as her weak trickling slowly starts to shine through her panties, whose warmth-covered lips quiver as her weak sphincter muscles twitch with fatigue.
Her bladder thoroughly entice, begins to fully contract, and her trickling grows strong without her permission. Her panties shine and lips become visible via translucence whilst her upper inner thighs flood with warmth.
“Oooo! NO, NO, NO! WHY WON’T IT STOPPP!”, she yells to herself.
She abruptly pulls over onto the side of the road, and bolts out of her driver’s side door. As she attempts stand up, she hunches forward and strongly hisses into her trickle-flooded panties and dress as she stumbles to feet outside her car. She has no wherewithal to clench herself as she’s standing, continuing to hiss into her panties, which are so fucking soaked a stream remains strong through the fabric, sloshing out her hot piss whilst her jiggling, narrowed-trickling-stream-covered inner thighs audible smack together, releasing that distinct sound of burbling squelches as flow is displaced by meeting skin.
Her full-streaming self covers her knee-high red dress with streaks and splotches of dark red — not to mention the glaringly-glistening large jaggedly-circular splotch on the rear of her dress after continuously trickling into her car seat — soaking her dress, and leaking rapid messy drops of piss out and about from its end as she paces around her car to the other side, so that she could squat.
Whilst she pace around the trunk of her car, her opening jiggling thighs allowed her stream to hiss without upper-inseam restriction, hosing out a direct strong stream of light-yellow perfectly out from between her thighs and loudly smack and patter the light-grey asphalt between her feet, splatter her piss onto the latter and onto the insides of her ankles and shins. This happens once more before she lifts her dress and squats.
She bends down, totally out of breath and without an ounce of shame, lifts her dress and keeps it in place with one hand while pulling her totally-soaked panties with the other left hand to left and into her inner left thigh, pissing her strong stream into the fingers of her left hand as it pulls away the fabric.
She loudly groans and exhales as her strong stream considerably strengthens when she fully relaxes, light-yellow flying far into the sandy dust at the side of road, loudly pattering into it. Her opening audibly hissing its high-pitch music as it vibrates out of her inner piss-soaked lips. Her piss rushes out, expanding out vertically from between her inner thighs.
Eventually, her hissy gush dulls as her stream weakens, drawing a dark-grey line in the ground towards her as she nearly empties her bladder, until her lips weakly flow its light-yellow like a drinking water fountain that dribbles onto its own spout, her warm trickles finally lacking forward momentum and dribbling down her perineum and into her butthole, weakly trickling out therefrom and off her the bottom of her butt cheeks, forming a small of dark-grey asphalt beneath her pelvis.
“A-A—Ahhhh!.. mmmm..”, her sigh of emptied relief stutters, then bitten bottoms lips beckon out from her nose.
“Fuck. The car!..? How am I gonna drive the car now?!?!”, her mind alarmed, but so relieved of pressure is unable to determine a solution.
She eventually drives her seat-soaked car to her motel, and changes in her car into something else more presentable; finally getting to her room, in which the first order of business was a hot shower.
“Oh, wait, about am I going to do about the car?”, she remembers under the rain of the shower-head.
“Ugh, tomorrow.. I’ll worry about it tomorrow..”, she too tired to bother..
Edited July 12, 2022 by HissGenerator
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Starcraft:
War Drenched Stars
Author's Note:
I'm still working on my game and have made significant progress towards all the plugins I need for it, mostly relating to implementing and displaying custom parameters. Either way, it's a work in progress and won't be coming out any time soon.
This particular story is something that I was inspired to write in a day. There will most likely be updates to it, just not on a regular or consistent basis.
This story is originally inspired by:
https://www.omorashi.org/topic/61570-xcom-war-of-the-chosen/
I enjoyed XCOM: War of the Chosen and recommend it. Fair warning about the messing though.
I chose Starcraft for War Drenched Stars partially to avoid stepping on herrokitty's toes. (I was originally planning on doing something based off of XCOM: Enemy Within rather than XCOM 2. Partially because I never actually played XCOM 2, and partially because XCOM: Enemy Within is a pun. Read my sig if further explanation is necessary.) Ultimately, I ended up settling on Starcraft not only because it sidesteps the issue entirely, but I really used to enjoy playing Starcraft. All of them.
Differences to note are that War Drenched Stars does not include messing. Possibly as a mention or an aside, but not a focus. Also the fact that War Drenched Stars focuses rarely on diaper usage. (Hence the lack of a tag.)
War Drenched Stars is set in the Starcraft series universe decades after the events of Legacy of the Void. This isn't so obvious or even relevant for the first chapter but will come into play later on in the future.
As always, comments and criticisms are welcome.
Enjoy.
Chapter I: Respect
Commodore Felicity Snell had a problem. Or rather, she had a lot of problems. Her age was a problem. Holding the rank of commodore in her early thirties made her one of the younger officers to hold the rank in the Dominion Fleet. Not the youngest by far, there were true prodigies out there or those who had pulled strings. Still, early thirties definitely made her one of the younger ones for a rank with an average advancement age in the forties. Her continuous and action filled career since commissioning did little to mitigate others seeing her as immature for such a position. But her age was not her biggest problem.
Her fatigue was a problem. This particular briefing had drug on nearly four hours already thanks to continuous interruptions and constant tangents from the ‘Softies’ as they were known. The disparaging nickname belonged to those highly ranked officers had spent their entire careers in the Core Worlds, away from the constant conflict of the Fringe relying on the longevity of their careers or connections to attain authority over everyone else. Having to stand in teleconference for such an extended period was beginning to make Felicity feel weak in the legs. But her fatigue was not her biggest problem.
Her biggest problem was that she couldn’t leave the meeting to use the restroom. Only the higher ranked admirals dared to do that. She doubted even her commanding officer Rear Admiral Steed would attempt such a move. Anyone below them would at least be looked down upon if not held in lower esteem until the leadership forgot about it.
Above the console Felicity appeared serene and composed with her long auburn hair framing the elegant poker face she’d cultivated for official events such as these. Below the lip of the console Felicity had one leg crooked, resting on the ledge that ran around the bottom of the table. Otherwise, her thigh gap prevented her from pressing her legs together.
“And now we move on to the next item on the agenda, the escort for Emperor Markosian’s peace talks with Hierarch Artanis.”
“Back in my day…”
Felicity couldn’t help suppressing a sigh of frustration as what should have been a simple assignment of roles once again devolved into unnecessarily long anecdotes and wanton petitioning to be a part of such a well propagandized operation. It didn’t matter to her. She would undoubtedly remain under Steed fighting a stalemated war with the various rogue Zerg broods contesting Overqueen Zagara’s control. The Dominion didn’t really care as long as the Zerg remained contained outside Dominion space and so they could only defend, unable to make headway into the growing adversaries while receiving only minimal reinforcements from Fleet Command.
Her attention drifted away from the inane conversation towards the insistent pressure building beneath the tight waisted skirt. Felicity’s hips swayed the other way as she switched feet. There was no one else in the room with her, but she still wanted to remain surreptitious. Just because there was no one else in the room, didn’t mean there was no one watching her. She knew a Dominion Military Enforcement Agent had her on feed. The organization in charge of implementing and ensuring policy adherence belonged to its own command.
The thought of someone watching her squirm like a little girl made her feel uncomfortable. Not that she felt very comfortable at the moment regardless. Felicity had to shift her weight again squeezing her thighs together until the sensation died down. Looking around at the others in the teleconference for signs of one of the higher ups speaking up about ending the meeting revealed no luck. A rear admiral Felicity had seen growing particularly antsy now looked remarkably calmer and slightly red faced.
Did they use a diaper? Diaper use wasn’t uncommon in the Dominion Military and in fact mandated in certain circumstances. Felicity didn’t wear a diaper for three reasons. First, she found her soft, lacy undergarments very comfortable. Second, even the smallest pull up diapers made a very obvious and embarrassing deformation in the hip hugging skirt. Third, the fact that she didn’t earned her an additional measure of respect from her crew.
Most shipboard officers, and personnel in general, didn’t bother with such undergarments unless they had a particularly long time commitment such as a watch. Even then, most avoided doing so if possible.
“Where do you think you’re going Smalls?” One of the vice admirals called out a middle aged commodore who had just stepped away from their console.
“I’m going to use the restroom, sir. I’ll be right back.”
The vice admiral waved his magnanimously, but the condescending leer on his face gave away his true feelings. “Well go on then, run along to the little girl’s room. You can rejoin the adults after.”
A very embarrassed Smalls fled the derisive laughter leaving her section of the virtual conference empty. Felicity’s mental and bladder winced sympathetically, the latter causing her to repeatedly step in place for some seconds before settling again. Beneath the desk Felicity gently pressed a hand against the front of her skirt hoping the meeting wouldn’t go on for too much longer.
After the Smalls incident no one dared to leave the meeting. Felicity started seeing some red faces and suddenly calm movements, most likely belonging to those who had worn and used diapers. At this point Felicity wished she could do the same. But then again there was no way she could have predicted that the meeting would drag on for this long. Normally long meant two, maybe three hours. Now pushing four, a couple of the vice admirals and admirals had taken breaks while many more lower ranked individuals clearly also needed one.
“What’s that sound?” The admiral yammering on about his grandfather’s minor role in the End War paused at the sound of spattering liquid. The perpetrator hung her head in shame as she wet herself.
Ah, screw it. Felicity blushed, lifting the hem of her skirt so she could press her hand against her underwear as her bladder cried out anew for relief. Only the DMEA could see her. But the embarrassment still made her let go once the worst had subsided although she allowed her legs to wiggle now that she’d already given away her predicament to whoever was watching her.
Felicity barely paid any attention to the ensuing debacle and promise of later punishment instead studiously fighting back against the ever present pressure with as subtle movements as possible. Over time however her movements were growing decidedly less subtle.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Felicity settled into a rhythm trying to pace herself. But every second that ticked by her leg muscles, usually still passable from long periods spent on her feet checking in personally on ship’s operation, felt weaker and weaker from having to compensate for her tiring sphincter.
Is there really nothing I can do? What had turned from occasional shifts to subdued squirming had already progressed to constant stepping back and forth punctuated by periods of standing cross legged and the occasional hand squeeze. Felicity dared not bob or do something attention grabbing. But she had to do something. If she left, she would end up with a punishment. If she stayed, she would end up with a wet uniform and a punishment.
Felicity bit back a yelp as her seal finally broke. She hoisted the hem of her skirt fingers clutching at her lacy underwear once more. She managed to pinch off the flow with only the bottom of her underwear slightly dampened. Enough that she could feel it. She hastily lowered her skirt again no longer pressing against the front of it for fear of damaging it. Her hips constantly swayed side to side.
Another spurt. But this one ended with a quick bob. She didn’t even need to use her hands. But the dampened area had spread enough that she could feel it on her inner thighs. The small victory gave her more confidence in her ability to hold.
I have to hold it. I can hold it. I will hold it. Please, just don’t let it get any worse… But Felicity’s internal begging did little to stave off her body’s needs. A short while later another spurt led to drops trailing down her legs. This time she had no choice about hoisting up her skirt and using her hand to stop the flow.
Felicity tried to remove her hand again only for the feeling of releasing to grow barely checked. Only by returning the hand between her legs did she manage to keep her need at bay. Or, limit the damage at least. Even with both hands she still could not stop intermittent trickling from her saturated underwear.
The console winked out. At first Felicity didn’t notice, too preoccupied with her predicament. When she first realized elation flooded her entire body followed by panic as she almost flooded her underwear. She took a shaky step nearly losing it entirely.
Now without the higher ups watching over her Felicity bounced and contorted freely. Whatever would save what remained of dignity. Whatever would buy her the time needed to get to the restroom.
I’m… not going to make it. The realization hit her the moment before she lost control entirely. Felicity quickly spread her legs lifting her skirt up and out of the way of the waterfall pouring onto the metal floor beneath her and splashing against her boots and legs. The warmth of her body from exerting herself for so long was gradually replaced by a growing warmth between her legs.
As the stream finally died down and she caught her breath the warmth between her legs was gradually replaced by her body warming up with embarrassment. But embarrassment wouldn’t keep her from her duties, or more importantly at the moment, from changing before anyone learned of her shame. Anyone other that the DME anyways. And they remained tight lipped unless someone deserved a reprimand or punishment.
They won’t force me into diapers will they? Felicity tried to recall the undergarment policy as she wiped the stray trails and drops away before settling her skirt back into place. Normally she never worried about the policy because normally she was in no danger of wetting herself. Everyone started cleared for whatever undergarments they wanted to wear. That clearance would grow more and more restricted as punishment until earned back. The severity of the punishment depended greatly on the particular job.
After a moment of contemplation, Felicity determined that she would at most receive a reprimand. She didn’t know how many accidents she could have before her undergarments began being restricted.
If I never have another accident, it’ll never become a problem. With that encouraging thought Felicity straightened her back and headed out into the corridor. I’m the captain of a battlecruiser, not a little girl. Today was just an unfortunate event. If it ever happens again, I’ll be prepared. There won’t be a next time.
Felicity confidently strode down the corridor intent on getting back to the normal patrols she’d had to put on hold for the meeting. But only after she replaced her soaked underwear.
Edited July 8, 2022 by Unbeknownst
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Inspired by some rps done with @Pachishock, I enjoyed these characters so I wanted to write them!
Fair warning! There is a sexual scene in the second half of this! Feel free to skip that if its not what you like.
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Two waters, and a coffee, and a large cup of lemonade. Thats everything that had gone into Minccino's body since early this morning. He had spent his day working and had gone through a long traffic jam home. Finally, he pulled into his parking lot, his bladder filled to the brim and bulging out of his stomach. All he could think about was getting inside and rushing towards the restroom.
Minccino got out the car, quickly scurrying inside and running towards the bathroom. He went to open the door, but to his horror, the knob wouldn't turn.
"R-riolu?!" Minccino banged on the door, calling out to his roommate, and boyfriend, Riolu. "A-are you in there?!"
"Hm?" Riolu had just gotten out the shower, and was drying himself off. "Minccino? That you, dear?"
"Y-yeah! Um...! C-can you hurry up in there?!" Minccino's paws were jammed in his crotch. "I really really gotta pee!"
Riolu's ears perked up, the idea of his adorable boyfriend desperate to pee was endearing... and rather arousing. He wanted to probe the idea more.
"Oh? Did you drink too much today?" Riolu went up to the door, smirking as he verbally teased him through it.
"Y-yes I did! I-I didn't get a chance to go at work... Please h-hurry in there!"
"You know I coooould... just, yknow, not open this door..."
Minccino quickly realized Riolu was teasing him, this was common between them, and it made his face heat up.
"N-no no no Riolu! P-please you know I have a small bladder-"
"But you've waited this long... I'm sure you could hold it the rest of the day if I just stayed in here!"
Minccino whined and clutched his crotch tightly. His bladder was ready to explode any second if the pent-up ocean inside him didn't get released soon.
"R-riolu please please l-let me in! I-I'm about to make a mess on the floor!" Minccino shut his eyes tight, trying so hard to keep his flood from bursting out of him.
As hot as Riolu found his boyfriend's whines, he did love him and wanted to do give what he needed. He slowly opened the door, wrapped in his towel.
Minccino gasped, running inside, only to be grabbed by his boyfriend's paw.
"W-wh-" Riolu pulled him close, kissing him on the lips. Minccino's paws jammed tighter into his crotch, but he also greatly enjoyed the kiss.
"Mmmmm~" Riolu slowly let go, holding his boyfriend close to him. "You really gotta go, don't you? You didn't even say hi~" He smirked at his whining boyfriend.
"R-riolu... please..." Minccino's tiny legs quivered, he was moments away from making a mess of the floor they were standing on.
Riolu couldn't deny him any longer, letting go of him. "Alright, you can go~"
Minccino rushed over to the toilet, lifting the seat up and immediately letting his stream gush out into the toilet. He moaned in bliss, his head hanging back as he got his incredible relief. Riolu came up behind him, rubbing his head gently, his paw going towards Minccino's bulging bladder. He lightly pressed down onto it, causing more pee to gush out of Minccino faster, and making the embarrassed chinchilla moan louder in pleasure.
"Gosh..." Riolu kissed his neck as Minccino peed. "You really had a lot in there, huh?"
Minccino whined. "I-I did... haaaa..." His legs were still shaking from pure bliss. Only when Riolu pressed down harder on his bladder did his stream finally start to die down, soon slowing to a stop.
"Better, honey?" Riolu smiled at him.
"M...much..." Minccino looked down shyly. He had really enjoyed that, especially Riolu teasing him.
"Now that you're done... What do you say we get to bed?" Riolu's paws went to Minccino's hips, making his face turn red.
"O-oh! A-alright!" Minccino's tail was waving excitedly.
(Fair warning! This is where the omo ends and the sexual stuff starts.)
Riolu scooped his boyfriend up, carrying him to their bedroom and setting him down.
"Before we sleep..." Riolu kissed Minccino's cheek. "Why don't we have a little fun~?"
Minccino's already red face turned a darker shade. "P-please..."
With that, Riolu's paws went to his boyfriend's fluffy thighs. Gently rubbing them and causing Minccino to whine, he was already getting aroused, noticeable by his dick beginning to rise...
Riolu chuckled. "Excitedly already, huh? You must've been wanting this..."
He bent down, his head going between Minccino thighs and kissing his dick. Causing a flustered whined from Minccino who covered his face.
"Just relax, okay? I'm gonna make this amazing for you..."
"O-okay..." Minccino peaked from behind his paws, looking at his boyfriend with a trusting gaze.
Riolu quickly went down on Minccino's cock, starting to eagerly suck at it. Minccino moaned loudly, his legs shook trying not to close in on Riolu's head.
"O-oohhh... R-riolu... keep going..." Minccino lightly pushed a paw on RIolu's head, motivating him to suck faster, his tongue gliding across Minccino desperate cock. MInccino could help moaning and whining louder and louder as his legs began to quiver wildly.
"R-riolu! Haa!" Minccino could feel himself getting fuller by the second, now holding back his load.
Riolu took more of Minccino's dick in, his tongue practically dancing all around it excitedly waiting for his climax.
"F-fuck! Haa! R-riolu I'm gonna-!" With a massive moan, Minccino's load bursted out of his dick and directly into Riolu's mouth and his legs clamped onto his face. Riolu moaned as he took in Minccino's cum and swallowed it happily.
"Mmmmm~" Riolu's head came up and he licked his lips. "That was delicious..." He sat up, his own erection now visible.
Minccino took a moment to catch his breath, looking at Riolu's dick. "U-um..." Minccino looked away. "D-do you... need some help too?"
"Well... I could use a stress reliever~" Riolu looked down at Minccino's butt. "Mind turning over?"
Minccino blushed wildly, but nodded, turning himself over such that his soft ass was stuck up, facing Riolu. Riolu gazed in awe, getting up on his knees and getting into position.
"I'm gonna go slow, just tell me if its too much."
RIolu slowly pushed his dick into Minccino's butt, making both of them moan out in pleasure. Riolu eagerly started to thrust inside him, their whines growing louder with each time he forced himself into Minccino's soft ass.
"H-haa! F-faster!" Minncino moaned out in pleasure as Riolu passionately pounded him. "Don't s-stop!"
Riolu kept going, leaning his paw down to start rubbing Minccino's dick while fucking him. This made Minccino's moans escalate way louder, his whole body was shaking as he was about to cum again already.
"Nnngh! Riolu!" Minccino covered his face again. "C-can't hold it!"
Riolu grunted, he himself was holding back a large load, and started to thrust even faster. "M-me neither...!"
With a loud moan from both lovers, they both hit their climaxes. RIolu came directly into Minccino's lovely ass, while Minccino blew his second load all over the bedsheets, making a rather large mess of them.
The two collapsed on the bed, Riolu pulled out of Minccino and pulled him close like a plushy.
"Was that good?" Riolu looked down at his exhausted boyfriend.
"V-very..." MInccino spoke shakily, tired but very satisfied.
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There's a little quickie for you guys, hope it was good despite it being short. Hope to make more stuff soon. |
This is a project that I've been working on for a while and is specifically designed for community involvement. I've already designed 2 characters as examples for what is possible within this world, but there are so many other possibilities to play with here. So have fun. Put down what you would want to see a character experience.
But most importantly: Enjoy!
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Welcome!
Welcome to the Carsis Experience Resort, where all of your dreams become a reality!
Here at Carsis, we offer state of the art experience creation to bring whatever fantasy you have to life. Whatever life experience you wish you had, we have the ability to provide it. With a campus stretching over 1000 acres of land, we have built a resort like none other to the highest specifications.
Whether it be waking in a mansion surrounded by staff or as a forest elf living in the trees, we can provide this through our expansive world building and planning as well as our highly trained staff who welcome you with open arms. But our world building does not stop there!
Through the use of advanced technology, your dreams are our reality. Experience life literally in the shoes of another be it gender, age, or ability.
A day at Carsis is a day like none other.
Packages include:
Residency customization
Body modification
Clothing
Lifestyle planning
Support staff
So what are you waiting for? Call (555) 022-7747 today to begin planning your get away from reality!
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“Alright everyone, alright,” Mrs. Crenshaw called over the din of excited students, attempting to draw their attention to the front of the class and away from their friends. “Listen up!”
“EVERYONE!” Mr. Hayfiend shouted, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the pod where all of the seniors had gathered. “QUIET!”
Slowly the noise petered out with only the occasional whisper heard from small groups of friends who were farthest from the teachers. A bit of shuffling, a few sniffs, and a cough echoing as silence finally took hold over the class of seniors excitedly awaiting their senior project. A project they had only heard rumors of, but had never heard exact or believable details of. Everyone who had been able to partake in the project said it was life changing, but, short of a smug smile, that was the only information they were able to give.
“GOOD!” Mr. Hayfiend bellowed once more before motioning his coworker to the stand with a small bow.
“Thank you, Mr. Hayfiend,” Mrs. Crenshaw said with a smile before turning to the now quiet group in front of her. “As you all know, I have been given the task of running the much anticipated senior project. So first, a round of applause for all of you; you did it! You worked hard and applied yourself to your studies. Every one of you has been allowed to partake in this venture because of your efforts throughout your time at Myton High. Additionally, every one of you has passed your final exams with flying colors. Congratulations to all of you!”
A cheer went up from the seniors in the pod as the weight of the stress of final exams was lifted from their shoulders. They were graduating! They were going to go to their school of choice! Whatever the “project” was, it surely was a reward for their hard work!
“QUIET!” Mr. Hayfiend yelled once more.
“Now, you may be wondering what this senior project is and why we asked you to pack for a week away,” Mrs. Crenshaw said with a smile on her face before reaching down and grabbing a box filled with thick plastic cards from inside of the podium. “It is to my delight to introduce you to your home away from home for the next week. Together, we shall be traveling to the Carsis Experience Resort.”
Another round of cheers went up, mainly from the girls who excitedly began speculating what amenities the resort would have.
“Each of you…Ahem!” Mrs. Crenshaw said, clearing her throat loudly to bring attention back to her as she held a card aloft for the students to see. “Each of you will be given a card upon arrival at the resort. On that card will be your reporting station. At your reporting station, you will be given further instructions on what your stay will be like at Carsis. You will not get to choose your card and every card is different. There is no information on the card, so do not assume you and a friend will be able to search for matching cards. Is that clear?”
Another, substantially more disgruntled sounding noise came from the crowd at this announcement. What kind of vacation would this be? True, it was called a project, but what kind of project would take place at a resort? How awful could it be, really?
“Alright! Everyone, grab your luggage and follow me to the buses!” Mrs. Crenshaw said, smiling as she climbed down from the podium and grabbed her own bags.
These wonderful children were in for an experience they wouldn’t soon forget.
Edited July 6, 2022 by JungleMoon
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There's one more chapter of "hey, we're getting there" before we dig into the "rules" of Carsis, so I've just included the following chapter into this one. Glad you think it's interesting and I really hope you'll like this.
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Carsis Experience Resort looked for all intents and purposes like a beautiful Spanish style villa built on a hill overlooking rolling hills to the south and east, a forest to the north, and a large lake to the west. Off the back of the building was a well trimmed hedge fence surrounding a large, well groomed yard with several cabins of various styles smattered about. By the lake were several additional cabins as well as a few houseboats floating in the lake itself. Dotted amongst the trees, several more cabins could be seen, their windows flickering with warm candlelight despite the dark forest surrounding them. Even the hills contained several small cottage like cabins which appeared to be set up to look like farmsteads.
As the buses approached the main entrance to the villa, they were stopped by a man dressed in a formal uniform, who alighted the first bus with practiced ease, speaking rapidly to the driver, before stepping off and waving the first bus around the gravel road in front of the villa and into the covered parking just to the east of the villa. The uniformed man then motioned for the following buses to follow suit before reaching a hand up to his ear and speaking rapidly to a hidden entity within the complex.
Once all of the buses were parked, the uniformed man calmly stood near the sweeping staircase at the front of the building, a kind smile frozen on his face as the students disembarked the buses and marveled at the building and its grounds.
“Welcome, everyone,” he said softly, though his voice commanded the attention of all around. “To Carsis Experience Resort. My name is Michael and I am the caretaker of this resort. I’m sure you are all wondering what we mean when we say this is an experience resort, but I am hardly the one best suited to explain the wonders of this place. For that, we will have to go inside. Does everyone have their luggage? Yes? Follow me please!”
Michael quickly turned and began leading the group down the gravel path to the main entrance. As they began climbing the sweeping staircase to the grand entrance, Michael turned around and, continuing to climb the stairs backwards, continued his speech until everyone was stood facing the large, ornately decorated stained glass doors.
“As you enter, each of you will be given a card. This card will divide you into general groups so you can be on-boarded in a more timely manner. Please only take one card as you enter and proceed directly to your color’s door.”
Michael then motioned for the teachers to come forward, their boxes of cards in hand. Gently positioning them so they stood either side of the door, he then removed a key from his pocket with a flourish and unlocked the entrance with a click.
“Welcome to Carsis.”
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Megan sighed as she sat in the blue lobby, turning her card over and over in her hand, trying to make sense of it. There wasn’t a single mark on the card indicating what it meant, though she wasn’t truly expecting anything of it. It was just a sorting tool anyways; that much had been made perfectly clear to everyone.
It sucked though. Hannah and Liz had gotten orange cards, Liam had gotten red, Tyler yellow, and Nadia black. She was the only one to have gotten blue of her friends, so here she was all alone with only Gracie the weirdo to keep her company.
Flicking her long, blonde hair over her shoulder and adjusting her tank top, she sighed once more before pulling out her phone only to realize there was no service and her battery was almost dead. A cursory glance around the room revealed there were no outlets anywhere for her to plug her phone in. What kind of resort was this that didn’t even have the most basic amenities?!
Gritting her teeth in frustration, she threw her phone in her bag and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Didn’t bring a book?” a soft voice chimed from right next to her.
“Why would I want to bring a book on vacation, dork?” Megan said, rolling her eyes as she picked up her phone and instinctively looked at it again. “Not everyone wants to spend their days with their nose in a book.”
Gracie rolled her eyes before flipping the page of her book loudly. “Not everyone gets upset about not having cell service either.”
“Megan Lecham?” A voice called to her from the side door.
“Here!” She said chipperly while glaring daggers at the smaller brunette.
“Follow me please.”
“See you around, loser,” Megan whispered as she grabbed her suitcase to follow the woman who had called to her. “Hope nothing happens to your book.”
Purposefully knocking into Gracie’s hand and sending her book crashing to the ground, Megan strode confidently to the door, beaming at the woman who was waiting.
“Follow me please,” a woman dressed in a blue and white striped dress with a white apron and nurses cap said, turning quickly and leading Megan down a long hallway with a blue stripe running down the middle and many identical dark wooden doors spaced evenly along its length. Behind each door, Megan was sure she could hear the murmurs of her classmates who had been called from the blue room before her.
The woman who appeared to be a nurse stopped abruptly in front of a door near the middle of the hallway and ushered Megan in. Sitting herself daintily behind a desk, the woman folded her hands in her lap and smiled widely at Megan.
“Well Megan, what do you know of Carsis?” she asked.
Megan shrugged as she sat her book bag on the floor next to her suitcase before taking the chair opposite the nurse. “Nothing, unfortunately. It seems beautiful here, but… a bit… dated.”
The nurse laughed a bit at that before rummaging around in her desk for a second. Pulling out what appeared to be the very end of a lightning cable from a small jar, she handed it over to Megan. “This will allow you to charge your phone here. We don’t have standard outlets here, so this allows you to place your phone on any flat surface and it will charge. Any counter space here functions as a wireless charger; doesn’t break the experience quite so much for those who do not wish to have electronics around.”
“Oh, wow!” Megan said, popping the lightning adapter in her phone and setting it on the nurses desk, noting in awe that the phone immediately began charging.
“So you know nothing of Carsis? Nothing at all?” The nurse said calmly.
Megan shook her head, her eyes flitting around the room. What other hidden features did this place have?
“Ok then!” the nurse said, brimming with poorly covered excitement. “Carsis is a one of a kind resort specializing in the ultimate escape from reality. I’m sure you saw the cabins outside? Well each of those is for an experience. Let’s say you wanted to experience life in the 1800’s as a pioneer. We would set you up in one of the cabins in the woods, far enough from the road you wouldn’t be able to see any modern technology. Throughout your stay, all interactions you would have would be with staff specially trained to give you the most realistic experience possible.
“But let’s say you want something more extreme. Let’s say you wanted to experience what your life would be like if you were pregnant. We would provide you with a highly intuitive prosthetic which would temporarily bind with your nervous system and make you feel as though you were actually with child. If you wanted to be blind, we have the technology to do that as well.”
Megan’s eyes went wide as the possibilities of such a place ran through her head. She could literally be anything she wanted? Anyone she wanted? For the full week? She could be a princess in a castle, or an elf in the forest, or a wealthy aristocrat! The world was her oyster and she could have it all for a week!
“Typically you would be able to choose most, if not all, of the parameters for your stay,” the nurse continued. “However, your teachers decided that all of you should go down the ‘life experiences’ track as oppose to any historical or fantastical tracks we also offer.”
Megan felt her dreams crumble somewhat, the rug pulled from under her. She could still be the wealthy woman she always dreamed of. She could do…
“In fact, they requested we randomize the experiences as much as possible. So, operating with that knowledge, are you ready to start the onboarding process?”
Megan almost nodded but stopped. “Will I have any say in anything?”
“Oh heavens yes,” the nurse said with a laugh. “Onboarding is where you’ll get to choose as many of the parameters as you can so long as the overarching theme is kept. For example, you couldn’t say you want to have perfect vision but the life experience you are to have is blindness. You would, however, be able to choose the layout out of your room, your comfort level, and how much assistance you would be given. Does that make sense?”
Megan nodded slowly, though she still was uncertain. There was no way this would be the vacation she thought it would be. She just hoped she wouldn’t be in a wheelchair or maimed in some way. The idea of being like that made her shudder.
“Are you ready to begin?” the nurse said, her finger hovering over the enter key of the keyboard.
Megan swallowed hard, her palms suddenly sweaty. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
“Fantastic!” the nurse said, gently tapping the key. “Let’s begin.”
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Megan blew out slowly though her nose as she threw her luggage onto the small sofa in her quaint cottage on the edge of the forest. She could do this; it was only a week.
A week of constantly running to the toilet.
Onboarding had been much different from what she had thought it would be. This wasn’t just pretending, this was a reality simulator where everything you did was truly affected by the choices you had made during the initial process.
The “life experience” she had been given was that of a person with an overactive bladder.
“Oh!” the nurse had exclaimed when that had come across the screen. “That’s an interesting one! There’s so many different parameters you can set!”
“Like what?!” Megan had barely resisted screaming. “How often I piss myself?!”
“If that’s what you want, then yes,” the nurse said, looking rather put out. “It could be how often you feel the urge, how full your bladder actually is when the urge hits, how much time you have to make it to the toilet when you start feeling the urge… things like that.”
Megan huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. This was not what she had had in mind! Not at all! “Where do we start?”
“Ok, so there is a competition set up by your instructor to help you make more … difficult decisions. Each … we will call them disadvantages… you choose, you will be given a point. The more disadvantages you place on yourself, the more points your team will accumulate. At the end of the week, the team with the most disadvantages who was also the most productive will be given a $20,000 scholarship to the school of your choice.”
Megan bit her lip and frowned. $20,000 per person? For only a week of… disadvantages? That seemed an easy prize. A prize that would be hers, even if she had to wet herself every half hour to get it. Hell, she’d even wear a diaper if that would be the winning factor.
“How do we start?” Megan asked firmly, a goal now in mind.
“That’s the spirit!” the nurse said with a chuckle. “First, I’m going to have you take one tablet for me.”
“What kind of tablet?” Megan asked though she still held out her hand. “Some kind of water pill?”
The nurse shook her head in amusement. “More like… nanobots. They can only do what we tell them to, degrade after a week, and are easily processed out of the system, but we use them frequently for more complicated experiences.”
Megan stared at her wide eyed for a moment before taking a deep breath, popping the pill in her mouth, and swallowing. $20,000 scholarship. $20,000 scholarship.
“Ok, now let’s talk appearances. Do you want to look the same or do you want to change something about yourself. We can’t do massive weight loss, but we can do weight gain, pregnancy, or various small body modifications.”
Megan shook her head after a moment. She was fine being herself. She didn’t even want to think about trying to manage different sizes while desperately dancing in front of the toilet. Or running into things or tripping and pissing herself. That would be awful.
“Ok, so let’s think lifestyle. Do “you” drink?”
“Not often,” Megan said after some thought. “Can you make it so if I do it makes everything worse?”
“Absolutely!” The nurse smiled, tapping a few keys on her keyboard.
“Smoking of any kind?”
“Nah,” Megan said, crinkling her nose. “No drugs either.”
The nurse nodded, clicking on a few things on the screen. “Ok, any chronic problems?”
“Other than needing to pee all the time? Nothing.”
The nurse smiled and nodded, her fingers flying over the keys with practiced ease. “So you want the bladder problem to be chronic in nature?”
“Yeah,” Megan said with a shrug. “Why not.”
“Ok, so, moving on to diet. Anything you can’t or won’t eat? This could be in reality or in the experience.”
“Could I keep the fridge stocked with coke?” Megan asked. “That always makes me need to pee at home.”
“Absolutely, though you won’t have to worry about not peeing,” the nurse said, making a note of the request. “Anything else?”
“No, I’ll eat anything.”
“Ok, so now how frequently do you normally pee?”
Megan frowned for a moment as she thought about it. She was terrible about drinking enough, so she hardly had any urge to go. She would just go to the toilet if she needed it.
“Probably every 6 hours or so,” Megan mumbled, her face turning slightly red.
“Ok, now normally we would recommend for someone who normally goes that much to increase that frequency to every 2 hours as you would certainly feel the change. For this experiment, however, I will let you decide. Bear in mind that the more frequently you need to go, the more points you’ll get.”
“Is there a way to, I dunno, randomize it?” Megan asked, nerves already beginning to creep in.
“Yes,” the nurse nodded. “I just need a range of time frames and I can set up a randomizer.”
“How about…” Megan paused for a moment as she thought, her teeth worrying her lower lip. “Between 10 minutes and an hour between pees.”
The nurse nodded her head before typing frantically once more. It took her a few moments longer than before, but soon enough, she leaned back and smiled. “Done. Ok, now, do “you” leak ever? Like if you cough or sneeze? “
Megan nodded without a moment's hesitation. She needed all the points she could muster if she and the rest of her ”team” were going to win. “I dribble every time I cough or laugh and can potentially wet if I sneeze too much.”
The nurse nodded once more, a small smile flitting across her face. The teen in front of her was certainly going to be in for an interesting time during this experience. “Ok, so during the day you’re going to be going every 10 minutes to every hour with the potential to leak if you laugh, cough, or sneeze. What about at night? How often will you need to get up?”
Megan bit her lip as she thought about it. She really did like her sleep and needed at least 7 hours to feel even the least bit functional. 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep, however, did not seem like it was a logical possibility in this scenario, but she was a rather heavy sleeper once she was out.
“I don’t know,” she finally admitted. “I’m a heavy sleeper normally.”
“Protection is not outside the realm of possibility.”
Megan nodded and sighed. “Lets say…. 4 or 5 times every night, but I probably won’t make it every time.”
A few taps on the keyboard later and the nurse nodded once more.
“Alright! I just have a few more things to calibrate and a few tests to run and we’ll take you to your cabin!” the nurse said as she skimmed over the information she had put into the system before turning to the cabinet behind her and removing an absorbent pad and handing it to Megan. “You may want to be sitting on this before we start. You may also want to remove your pants and underwear.”
Megan’s eyes went wide before she quickly pulled her pants and underwear down and sat on the pad. It was quite obvious what was going to happen, but she couldn’t help but feel afraid. She hadn’t peed herself since she was six and even then that was because she had forgotten to go and had been drinking soda for the first time ever. Ever since then, she had worked extremely hard to make sure she had never had to go that bad again. Once was bad enough!
“Ok,” the nurse said, pulling a dial closer to her. “Now, we’re going to start by calibrating the nanobots to what the size of your bladder is right now. This is going to feel very strange, but the bots are going to start filling your bladder, so please let me know when you are feeling the urge to go.”
Megan squirmed at the thought though she didn’t truly feel the need just yet. She had made sure to empty her bladder at the truckstop on the way here as she knew there was a chance that they would be waiting for a long period of time before she would get the chance again, and that was only an hour or so ago. Surely they would be sitting there for a while before she needed to go again, even with the nanobot’s help.
Suddenly, as though a wave came over her, she felt her bladder expand, filling rapidly with urine. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she gasped almost involuntarily as her bladder instantly began to send signals that it was full. Soon she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist and would need to run to the toilet or risk pissing on herself.
“I… I’m feeling it now!” Megan gasped, squirming involuntarily on the pad as the pressure continued to increase, causing it to ride up slightly between her round, athletic buttocks. “Oooohh, I really need to go!”
Suddenly, without warning, the notable increase in pressure stopped, leaving her scrambling to put pressure on her pussy to try and stop the inevitable flow. Oh how she needed to pee! It was absolutely unreal how badly she needed to go.
“Ok,” the nurse said, tapping a few more keys on the keyboard, ignoring her squirms. “This next part is going to be extremely uncomfortable for you, but that’s ok. If you leak or completely wet, that is a part of the process. This will only last for a moment, but what I want you to do is try to hold as strongly as you can.”
Megan nodded, rocking back and forth on the bed for a moment before a spasm began in her lower stomach. It felt as though all of the pressure that was in her bladder was trying to force its way out all at once. It felt as though water was pouring into her bladder! She swore she could almost hear it as it pushed its way into her organ. Her lower abdomen began to swell slightly as she hung on, squirming desperately as urine tried in vain to push its way out.
“Do you feel full?” the nurse said, tapping a button on the keyboard less than a minute after they had started.
“Ye-es!” Megan moaned, crossing her ankles and jamming her hands between her legs in a desperate attempt to stop the drip she could feel coming out. “Oh. Oh God!”
The nurse nodded, her hand hovering over the keyboard almost gleefully. “Alright, I’m going to start inputting all of the settings we previously discussed. If you pee, that is fine. That pad will absorb everything. I’ll begin by setting up the leaks, ok?”
Megan nodded, legs locked together like a pretzel.
“First, cough for me,” the nurse said, her eyes locked on a graph on the screen.
Megan coughed, whimpering as her bladder pulsated at the movement but relieved when nothing came out.
The nurse clicked a few things on the screen and seemed to be inputting some numbers for a few seconds before she turned back to Megan briefly. “Once more, please. You will leak this time, just so you know.”
Megan nodded, a bright red blush spreading over her cheeks as she took a deep breath and coughed once more. A small rush of urine shot from her bladder, quickly soaking into the pad below her. Desperately, she locked her ankles and jammed her hands into her crotch.
“Oh!” She exclaimed. “Oh my God, I just peed!”
The nurse nodded knowingly before she continued to type on the screen. “Are you ready to continue?”
Megan nodded, her desperation continuing to build as she leaned forward slightly. The leak had done nothing to help her bladder, in fact she was feeling even more desperate than before! She had half a mind to release her bladder right there, but she had a sneaking suspicion that the nanobots would just fill her up again to finish the “calibration.”
“Ok, next we’re going to set bladder size. In order to accommodate for the frequency you will be going so you don’t lose a dangerous amount of fluid when you totally empty your bladder, I’m going to shrink your bladder a bit. Again, you will leak quite a substantial amount; don’t worry, this is completely normal.”
Again, Megan nodded, steeling herself against the incoming feeling of wetness. Though her desperation did not decrease, she could feel pee slowly leaking out around her buttocks momentarily before the pad wicked the moisture away. Rocking forward as she tried to change the pressure, she was shocked when another spurt of urine shot from her tortured bladder.
“The hell?!” She gasped, twisting her knees and locking her ankles even farther. “Oh God, I just peed again.”
“Don’t worry about it, the pressure change from moving with such a full bladder is what did it,” the nurse said, tapping one last key. “Last thing, and you will void completely on this one, will be a bladder spasm.This will be uncomfortable, and that is the point. You will feel this and then you will need to pee immediately after.”
Megan nodded, taking a deep breath in through her nose. As she slowly breathed out, her bladder tightened and a rush of adrenaline overtook her as she tried in vain to prevent the pee from coming out. Try as she might, her sphincters proved to be too weak and, after a few moments, she found herself wetting uncontrollably and sighing with relief. The feeling of emptying her bladder after trying to hold for so long was heavenly, almost orgasmic, if she was being honest.
“Alright, now, before you came, you filled out a survey for living arrangements,” the nurse said, handing a package of baby wipes to the girl and a card. ”Let’s get you to your cabin. If you need any groceries or if you want to change any parameters, just call this number.”
Slipping the card into her pocket as she pulled up her pants as she gingerly stood, angry at herself for not thinking the survey they had been given last week was suspicious, rubbing her lower stomach and grabbing her suitcase. Her bladder felt rather sore, but not in a bad way. It felt like when she would do a good workout at the gym and feel super lean and toned and could tell she was holding herself differently.
But she wasn’t holding herself more confidently this time. Now she was squeezing her pussy for all it was worth, focusing on the kegels her mother had told her about. The idea that it was only a matter of time before she was desperate to pee again made her instinctively want to go and try to use the toilet now so she wouldn’t feel that urgency again, but she also knew that going again wouldn’t change anything. She was no longer the master of her own bladder; the nanobots were.
As terrifying of a concept as that was, the idea that she could potentially wet herself if she wasn’t careful was exhilarating. She still wasn’t sure she was going to enjoy this, per se, but she had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be all bad.
“Oh!” The nurse said, slapping a hand to her forehead before motioning to Megan to follow her. “I almost forgot, we need to pick up your other things!”
“Other things?” Megan asked as she grabbed her bags and went to follow the nurse. “I only brought these…”
“No, no,” the nurse said with a chuckle. “Your other travel essentials. You know, the ones which will get you by for the week without completely destroying the bed and whatnot.”
Megan nodded and shifted back and forth on her feet before following the nurse down the hallway to what she assumed would be a spacious supply cabinet. She couldn’t prevent her jaw from dropping as she looked around; there was everything stored in this room she could possibly imagine to make any experience come to life. It was less of a cabinet and more of a store! Health supplies lined one wall while reams of various fabrics lined another, waiting to be made into any kind of specialty clothing. There was even an entire wall dedicated to breast and ass resizing with various silicon prosthetics out for show, likely for sizing purposes.
She didn’t have long to gawk, however, as the nurse turned her attention to the “incontinence” section.
“I would suggest a mattress protector, pull-ups at the very least, and some panty liners for the day,” the nurse said, handing her the packages.
Megan nodded and quickly took the packages from her before pausing, a thought brewing in her mind. “Can we go “shopping” while we’re here? Like as a part of our experience?”
The nurse grinned widely and nodded. “Of course! This experience is what you make of it! And the more you participate in ”real life” activities, the more points you’ll get!”
”Can I only take half a pack of the liners and like, three of the pull-ups then?” Megan said, involuntary shifting on her heels at the thought of what she planned to do over the week while also taking stock of her bladder. Her bladder still felt a bit sore from the earlier calibrations and was already feeling a bit full. Not uncomfortably so, but given the current state of events, she knew she would need to start thinking of where the toilet was soon.
“Absolutely!” The nurse said, grabbing a bag from one of the shelves and stuffing it with the required items. “Is there anything else you want from in here?”
Megan briefly scanned the medical aisles to see if anything stood out to her before meandering towards the first aisle. She could get anything she wanted? Anything at all?
This was a shopper’s dream come true!
Slowly walking up and down the aisles, she took in the wide variety of items which were available for both body alteration and life experiences. There were pregnancy bellies of all sizes, compression garments, prosthetics for everything from ears to wings and more, wigs of every color and texture, and a well organized clothing section with examples from many eras and fantastical realms.
Scanning the racks of clothing, her eyes fell upon a pair of short overalls and a romper. These would be perfect for racking up points! There would be no way she would get them off in time if she was really urgent to pee and that was the point of this. While neither were in the color or cut she wanted, she was sure there was some way to get them custom made for her time here.
Grabbing both items off the rack, she meandered over to the bolts of cloth and slowly began looking over them until she found a light blue denim she knew would show any leaks and a light pink floral.
“We can get things custom made, right?” She asked the nurse who had been standing at the doorway.
“Naturally!” The nurse beamed. “Unless they are needed immediately for changes in body shape, all custom orders have a 12 hour turnaround time and are delivered directly to your doorstep.”
Megan nodded as she hefted the two bolts of cloth off of their shelves and winced as a pang shot through her bladder at the effort. She had only been meandering around the store for about 30 minutes but she had been so engrossed with finding the perfect clothes she had almost forgotten the stipulations she had put on her bladder and now she was already starting to feel it.
“How do I go about checking out?” She said, rubbing her knees together.
“Since this is your first time, they’ll have to get your measurements,” the nurse said, a slight smile on her face as she took in the slight shifts Megan was doing with an expert glance. She’d been doing this job long enough she knew when a guest was beginning to truly feel their change. “Sally? You have a guest!”
A short, grandmotherly woman poked her head out of a side door, a measuring tape draped over her shoulders and pins haphazardly pinned to her uniform top. “Oh hello, dear! I didn’t see you come in! Come, come!”
Sally motioned for Megan to enter her room, waving her towards a slightly raised platform. “Come, come! Step right on up so I can get a look at you!”
Megan gingerly stepped onto the platform, her bladder sending her warning signals once more at the odd movement. “Um… how long is this going to take?”
“Only a few minutes deary,” the seamstress said, wrapping her measuring tape around Megan’s bust momentarily before scribbling down a number.
“Ok,” Megan said, trying to relax into the process. This was only the second time she had been measure for custom clothing and she wanted to enjoy it as much as she had the first time, but her bladder was beginning to beg more frequently for release.
The seamstress really was quick at her job, but by the time she had reached Megan’s legs, Megan’s bladder was well and truly full.
“Alright spread your legs for me dear.”
Megan swallowed hard, resisting the urge to squirm or grab her crotch as she took a step out with one foot and squeezed her pussy with all the strength she could muster. She could already feel the dribble of pee making its way out unbidden. She needed to go so badly it wasn’t even a laughing matter. She felt as though there were a bowling ball sitting in her lower abdomen and the urge to go kept growing with each passing moment.
35 minutes into her “experience” and she was already so desperate to go she was afraid she was not going to make it at all.
“All done, deary,” the seamstress said, offering her a hand to step off the platform. “Anything else you need from me, don’t hesitate to come in!”
Megan nodded, wincing as a spurt of pee forced its way out as she stepped down, causing her to immediately squeeze her thighs together. “Where’s the nearest toilet?”
“Back out in the hallway and to the left. It’ll be the first door on your right,” the seamstress said, waving her hand towards the door. “Not to worry dear, I’ll have the clothing sent to your residence!”
Megan nodded and quickly waddled towards the door, spurts of pee dripping into her panties with every step. If she didn’t get there soon, she was going to need a whole new change of clothing, not something that would come tomorrow. Her bladder was already sending signals of impending release and she could barely stand it.
Reaching the door to the toilet, she threw it open and let out a slight gasp as her bladder suddenly tensed. She quickly ran to the toilet and threw herself on it just as her bladder gave up and released. Had she been one second later, she would have utterly soaked her jeans!
Sitting on the toilet and mopping up the urine from the floor in front of her from where she had missed, Megan sighed and sat for a moment longer. While the sound of urine hitting the toilet bowl could only be heard for a moment, it seemed to last forever in Megan’s ears. She couldn’t believe she had needed to go so badly! She knew it would be coming quickly, but it was insane to her that she could go from empty to bursting in under an hour.
While she wasn’t much into science, she still was curious as to how a Coke would affect her. It would be a good experiment to do.
Sighing, she pulled up her pants, wincing as the cold, wet panties brushed her sensitive pussy, and flushed the toilet. Again, her bladder felt as though it was sore from a workout, which she supposed it had just had. It was strange to have so little ability to control herself when she was used to holding for hours on end.
Flushing and washing her hands, she winced as her bladder spasmed at the sound of the running water. While there was no way there was anything in her bladder, she felt as though she needed to go again. Crossing her legs tightly, she tried to breath through it as the urge built for several seconds before letting up. Breathing a sigh of relief, she uncrossed her legs, dried her hands and exited the bathroom.
“Ready to head to your cabin?” The nurse said with a chipper voice, almost as though she was thrilled at the fact Megan had almost peed herself.
“Yeah,” Megan mumbled, her face flushed with embarrassment. The sooner they got there the better.
“You should drink something,” the nurse said, handing her a bottle of water as well as her luggage. “It’s important to know that the nanobots don’t create the pee, so it will be easy for you to get dehydrated.”
Megan nodded and took the bottle of water hesitantly. She didn’t want to drink a whole bunch but knew she needed to if she didn’t want to feel super dehydrated. She could already feel her mouth going a bit dry, though she wasn’t sure if that was due to the nanobots or her own nerves.
”Alright,“ the nurse chirped, motioning for Megan to follow. “We’ll take the golf cart out. I’d like to show you some of the grounds as well.”
Megan sighed but gamely picked up her luggage. She had been hoping there wouldn’t be a tour and she could go straight through to her cabin, but it looked like luck wasn’t on her side. She could only hope that it wouldn’t be too bumpy of a ride and that there was a toilet somewhere along the tour.
Following the nurse out of the building and to the golf carts, Megan found herself rather confused at the size of the building she had just been in. While it certainly looked large from the outside, it was enormous on the inside; a labyrinthian maze of rooms and halls made to confuse the average person.
Exiting the building and following the nurse to the golf carts, she was surprised that she hadn’t seen any of her classmates yet. It wasn’t as though they were a small group! With nearly fifty students in attendance, she had expected to see someone she knew wandering around the main building or heading to their residences like she was but she hadn’t seen anyone she obviously knew. Unless they had changed their appearances drastically, something she was glad she hadn’t done, it felt oddly lonely walking towards the golf carts.
“Megan?” a voice called out to her as she rounded the last corner. “Megan! Oh my gosh, I thought I was all alone for a moment!”
Whipping around, Megan couldn’t help but feel her jaw hit the floor. “Nadia? Jesus!”
Nadia smiled widely as she waddled towards her friend, a hugely pregnant stomach swaying with each step. “Wait, how’d you end up normal?”
Megan grimaced slightly at the question before quickly hugging her friend. “I wish! How many do you have in there?!”
“Three,” Nadia groaned, running a hand over the stomach and wincing. “And I already hate it. What did you end up with?”
“Uh…” Megan blushed furiously as she readjusted her grip on her bags. “My bladder sucks. Like a lot.”
“Oof,” Nadia chuckled. “I feel that. These brats are constantly pushing against mine. Like I nearly peed myself once already during calibration!”
Megan laughed at the thought of her normally modest friend trying so hard not to let loose in front of someone she didn’t know when a rush of urine ran from her bladder, soaking her panties once more and leaving a small dark patch on the front of her jeans.
“I just peed myself from laughing at you almost peeing!” Megan said, struggling to stop the laughter from continuing and crossing her legs to try and hold it.
“What, seriously?!” Nadia laughed, crossing her legs too as her stomach jumped with each chuckle.
Megan nodded, biting her cheek to stop the laughter from escaping. “Oh this is going to be awful!”
“I know!”
“Alright ladies,” Nadia’s nurse said, motioning towards a golf cart. “Would you two like the tour together or separate?”
“We can go together,” Megan said, Nadia nodding in agreement. “Can we have a bathroom break at the halfway point though?” |
I am loving all of the suggestions and will try my hardest to work them in as I work through the story! This is actually the extent to which I have pre-planned and pre-written, so from here on out, it will be mostly driven by what you all want to see. I feel like I've given you enough that you can now fully understand, build, and play in Carsis as much as you desire.
So to celebrate this milestone, here is a nice long chapter for you all!
Enjoy!
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The tour of the facility had started off well enough.
Once they had gotten all of their luggage loaded onto the back of the golf cart, a feat made more difficult by the addition of Nadia’s extra clothing bag and Megan’s incontinence products on top of all of the normal luggage they had brought for their week away, they bid farewell to the nursing staff and left the confines of main complex and began venturing out into the rest of the campus. Though made of gravel, the road they traveled on was well packed and quite smooth, a fact both girls enjoyed immensely.
“So what do you two know about Carsis?” their tour guide asked as they crested a hill, the main villa disappearing behind the trees.
“Other than what we just learned,” Megan said, gesturing at Nadia’s stomach and her own bladder. “Nothing.”
“Alright then!” the tour guide said with a smile before turning down a small dirt path deeper into the woods. “I’ll take you to where this all began and go from there.”
The dirt path meandered through the trees, going deeper and deeper into the forest. The trickling of a stream could be heard echoing off the rocks, a fact which made Megan immediately squirm and cross her legs. It wasn’t long, though, before the path opened up to a small clearing with several small medieval styled houses arranged as though they were a homestead. Chickens roamed freely around the houses and a few barnyard animals could be heard rustling around in the hay. Birds chirped in the distance, giving the entire scene a surreal feeling.
“This is the original site of the Carsis Experience Project. It was originally designed by our founder to be a getaway from the real world where she and her friends could go to escape reality,” the tour guide said, slowly driving the girls around the cabins. “Over time, our founder found she did not just want to get away from the real world, but escape reality as a whole. An engineer and programmer by trade, she began building the technology necessary to transform this location from a simple cabin in the woods to the project as we know it today.”
Driving away from the cabins and along a different path from the one they came in on, the tour guide pointed upwards towards a complex of treehouses. Appearing as though they were floating amongst the trees, the houses themselves appeared to be occupied as flickering light revealed movement that could be seen within them. Large, floating lights danced between the trees, adding to the sense of mysticism.
“As the project grew, she knew she would need to develop it in ways which would both entice people to come in and enrich their lives. Not everyone would want to live as a simple human in a mystical world, after all. So as she opened it up to the world, she began adding different lives which could be lived.”
The tour guide continued along the path, pointing out various other structures including an entrance to a tunnel which led to an apparent dwarven stronghold, an orcish fort, and a strangely decorated nomadic tent set up which the guide explained was used for the first animatronic prosthetics.
“These prostheses were used to transform the user from a human into a centaur,” he explained as they passed. “But not just to make them look like a centaur, the founder had built technology which allowed those using it to physically feel as though they were a centaur. Those who chose to be centaurs not only looked the part, but were no longer bipedal humans. With the prosthetic on, they became functionally quadrupedal. They were centaurs.”
“But not everyone desired life in a fantasy realm,” he continued as they passed the centaur’s field and continued on towards the first homestead, a house seemingly taken from the old west prairies and dropped there. “Some wanted just a simple life. So she had more functional locations built, expanding the prosthetics she had previously designed to fit other aspects of the experience to meet customer demand and desire.”
Megan nodded but frowned as she shifted her weight around slightly. Though it had barely been 15 minutes since she had last gone to the toilet, she was beginning to feel the pressure of her bladder once more and wondered how much longer the tour would be. The nurse had told her it was a short tour, but apparently her bladder had an even shorter wait time. “So I get where some prosthetics like Nadia’s came from, but what about in my case?”
“There’s something for everyone,” the tour guide said with a wink. “And what may seem strange to one person is another person’s burning desire to experience.”
As they rounded the corner into what appeared to be a Victorian style mainstreet, Megan’s bladder suddenly spasmed leaving her gasping at the severity of it and desperately trying to prevent it from emptying right then and there. Her bladder pulsating and squeezing fiercely as she tried once more to breathe through the spasm. It was no longer a matter of she needed to go soon, it was a matter of she needed to go now.
“I’m so sorry,” she gasped out as her bladder slowly began leaking despite all her best efforts. “I need a toilet right now.”
“Ok, we’re almost to the drugstore,” the tour guide said, pointing at a building several blocks up the road.
Megan looked at it frantically, knowing that at the speed they were going she wouldn’t make it. She already had a wet patch beginning to show on her jeans and no amount of squeezing her legs would prevent her from wetting fully before they made it. As if to add insult to injury, her bladder let loose another spasm, shooting more pee into her now sodden panties and increasing the wet spot on her jeans. A desperate thought shot through her head as she jumped from the golf cart, ignoring the urine now actively spurting from her bladder, ripped her pants down, and squatted in a bush just on the side of the road.
The relief was so instantaneous, she couldn’t even try to hold it back. While the stream of urine that came from her didn’t last as long as she thought it would, it felt so good to be free of the urgency for the moment.
“Damn!” Nadia said, leaning over in the cart. “You weren’t kidding!”
“I’m so sorry guys!” Megan said, pulling her pants up as quickly as she could, her face beet red. ”I couldn’t wait.”
“It’s fine,” the tour guide said with a wave of his hand. “We’ll still stop at the drugstore so you can get cleaned up.”
“And so I can pee!” Nadia said, locking her ankles in much the same way Megan had just a few moments earlier and rubbing her stomach. “I think you gave the babies ideas.”
The tour guide chuckled and quickly drove the two girls to the drugstore, making sure to give directions on the way as to where the toilets were located.
“Toilets are located at the back of the store,” he said as they pulled up. ”There’s no key, so just walk on back.”
Both girls quickly climbed from the cart and made their way inside, Nadia pausing occasionally to cross her legs and shove her hands in her groin As the babies pressed and stretched against her bladder.
During her calibration, she had asked her nurse what were some of the more common complaints of pregnancy, hoping to rack up as many points as possible for her team. Though none of the complaints sounded great fun, she knew she needed to choose something. So she asked for a larger stomach, one she could see nothing over, a larger set of breasts which felt sore and full of milk, and a bladder bombarded by the kicks of her children.
The weight of her stomach had been resting on her legs as they drove, the feeling of the movement lulling the babies into a sleepy state, but once they stopped for Megan to pee, the kicks and movement returned full force. It felt as though one child were trying to nuzzle into her bladder itself while another stomped on it. While this hadn’t been much of a problem at the villa, her bladder was now somewhat full and each movement left her begging for release.
A kick to her bladder as she made her way through the door made her wince, a trickle of pee flowing into her panties for a second before she got it under control.
“Found them Nadia!” Megan said at the back of the store.
“Thank god!” Nadia said, picking up the pace as much as possible, her stomach swinging with each step.
As soon as she got to the door to the toilet, she tried to swing it open only to find it locked shut.
“Occupied!” A familiar voice called.
“How much longer are you gonna be?” Nadia moaned, a kick landing squarely on her bladder sending a spurt of urine into her underwear.
“I don’t know, Nad!” Tyler called back, his voice sounding slightly strangled. “Go somewhere else!”
“Dammit Tyler!” Nadia yelled, pounding on the door, her legs pretzeled together. A small wet patch was beginning to grow on her jeans. “I’m peeing my pants here!”
“Too bad! Go somewhere else!” Tyler said, something in his voice still sounding slightly off. “I gotta go too!”
Nadia pounded once more on the door to the toilet before she stepped back with a gasp, her hands flying into her crotch, desperately trying to hold the tidal wave of urine within her as a flurry of kicks landed on her abused bladder. A moan and a gasp escaped her lips as her bladder gave up, rivulets of urine running down her legs and into her shoes. She had wet herself!
“Tylerrrrr!” Nadia moaned, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she looked over her large stomach towards the floor.
“Tyler, god dammit!” Megan said, banging on the bathroom door as Nadia looked around frantically for something to clean up her mess with. “Nadia just pissed her pants! And I need to go too!”
“Fine! FINE!” Tyler yelled, throwing open the door as he zipped up his pants. “Fine! I’ll just pee later! Not that I don’t have to go too!”
“You can piss anywhere!” Nadia said as she shoved past Tyler and into the toilet to get cleaned up a bit and let out the last little bit of pee she had inside her.
Megan glared at Tyler as he gritted his teeth and rubbed his lower stomach. Tyler was a party boy whose claim to fame was completing any dare given to him such as writing his full name on the wall of the school in piss after getting exceptionally drunk at a house party. He was notorious amongst the seniors for threatening to do the same thing sober. No one doubted his bladder capacity or ability to do so, but some doubted he would do it again simply because he wanted it to remain a legend. Chances were he would have been the number one culprit for any urine-related pranks simply because of this and he wanted it to remain this way.
“Gives the newbs a chance to do something crazy!” he’d say with a laugh before betting someone $5 he could eat their entire slice of pizza in one bite.
“What gives?!” Megan said as the shopkeep, drawn by all the commotion, silently slid into the utility room to grab a mop.
Tyler shrugged and rolled his eyes, moving his hand away from his lower stomach and crossing his arms over his chest. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Bull!” Megan said, subtly crossing her legs as the force of her statement caused her to leak a drop into her still rather moist panties. “It does too matter!”
“How was I supposed to know what you all ended up with, huh?” Tyler growled out, shifting his weight slightly on the balls of his feet. “It wasn’t like I knew Nadia was suddenly ready to pop or that you…”
“Can hardly hold my pee?” Megan spat back. “You should have guessed, dipshit! Why else would we have stopped at a bathroom on a short tour? Why would anyone have stopped at this toilet of all toilets!”
Tyler rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Yeah Meg, why would anyone stop at this bathroom of all bathrooms? Hm? I wonder! Did you ever think that it’s not just you girls who have to piss!”
“You’ve literally peed on a tree!” Megan said exasperatedly. “I’ve seen you!”
“Yeah, well that was before … this!” Tyler motioned wildly around him. “That’s not something that’s going to happen for the next week!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Megan stomped her foot, another spurt of urine shooting from her bladder into her pants, causing her to awkwardly hold her thighs together so as to not allow the leak to turn into anything further.
“I … I,” Tyler stuttered, an unnatural flush burning his cheeks. “I … can’t say!”
“You literally can’t say?” Nadia said, waddling out of the toilet, her pants still quite stained but slightly more dry from the hand towel which had been used on them.
Tyler nodded, rubbing his throat. His bladder was uncomfortably full, to the point he would normally have given up the fight and gone to the toilet, but he couldn’t go. Not yet. Not until the girls left. And the shopkeeper. And the tour guides. The toilet needed to be completely empty for him to even attempt going.
He hadn’t even heard of a shy bladder before coming to this crazy resort. He had heard of people having other problems with their bladders, hell, even his grandfather had problems with his prostate and needed to piss all the time and his mom had the bladder size of a pea, but this was a new one for him.
“Ah, an interesting one!” his nurse had said as he entered the information into the computer. “A shy bladder! We rarely get those! I’m glad they chose to include this one!”
“What even is a ‘shy bladder?’” Tyler had asked with a laugh. “It’s not like it’s playing hide-and-go seek or something, right?”
“No,” the nurse had chuckled. “Do you like playing logic games? Or games with logistics in them?”
Tyler had shrugged, “I mean, kind of? They’re not really my cup.”
“Ok, well, this will make your life a game of logistics,” the nurse had said. “You will only be able to pee in certain circumstances. Like if you are alone in the room. It will be up to you to navigate through these difficulties.”
They had discussed the logistics of this for a while before Tyler finally figured out what parameters he wanted to set. Naturally, he wanted a challenge and why wouldn’t he? $20,000 was on the line! So he set some rather interesting parameters for his bladder and called it good. If there was another person with a shy bladder, he was certain his would be the most shy of all of them.
Who talks about bladders anyways?
Now, standing in front of two of his good friends, his bladder throbbing but refusing to release, he regretted his decision. He really had to go and had almost been able to convince himself that he was alone in the store and the shopkeeper had gone across the road when Nadia and Megan showed up and started banging on the door.
Couldn’t a guy just be left alone to piss for five minutes?
And as much as he wanted to reach down and hold himself, that wasn’t allowed either. He had made it so it wasn’t just his bladder that was shy, but himself as well. He couldn’t talk about it, he couldn’t grab or readjust himself, and he certainly couldn’t piss if there was anyone nearby. They might hear something!
Unfortunately, that left him with no way out, no way to prevent himself from peeing, and a full bladder that he physically could not empty in front of anyone unless his bladder simply overflowed.
“So what can you say?” Nadia said as Megan rolled her eyes and went into the toilet herself. While she wasn’t desperate, she did need to try and dry out her underwear. And try to pee a little.
“Nothing is wrong, I’m fine.” Tyler said as his bladder once again reminded him it was quite full. His eye twitched slightly as his bladder stretched. If only he hadn’t drunk that liter of soda before they got on the bus, he’d have been fine.
But man did he need to go!
“Ok then,“ Nadia said suspiciously, side-eyeing him for a moment before wincing as one of the babies nailed her right in the bladder once more, sending a wave of desperation through her despite knowing her bladder was empty.
“Are you ok?” Tyler asked, leaning back against the wall.
“Yeah. Kinda,” Nadia said with a chuckle, her gravid belly and large breasts jiggling. “I mean, these ‘babies’ just made me piss myself.”
Tyler smirked and scratched his stomach to subtly cover the rub of his bladder. “More points for you then, I guess.”
“Yeah, but I’m nowhere near as bad as Megan,” Nadia said, continuing to giggle. “She pissed herself earlier laughing at me!”
“I leaked!” Megan said, coming out of the bathroom just in time to catch the tail end of the conversation. “I’ve managed to avoid completely pissing myself so far!”
“Oh, please,” Nadia said jokingly. “I saw that wet spot on your pants.”
“At least mine didn’t get into my shoes!”
“At least you could!” Tyler said quietly, though he wasn’t sure the girls heard him.
“You really couldn’t go?” Megan asked, her eyebrows shooting upwards in astonishment. “Seriously?”
“Wait. So you have to all the time. You have the babies sitting on…” Tyler motioned towards his groin as his throat closed up before he could mention the bladder, his own bladder begging for release that he knew he could not have anytime soon.
“And you can’t talk about it.” Megan finished. “Or go? Isn’t that dangerous?”
“I can… just….” Tyler sighed. “Not right now. Not around you all.”
“Well shit,” Megan said, folding her arms. “Shit.”
Nadia frowned before looking frantically around the hall, making sure none of the staff were nearby. The shopkeeper had been rather quick and silent about cleaning up her earlier accident and had rather quickly returned to his post behind the counter while the two tour guides were seeming to peruse the shelves. There didn’t appear to be any cameras or anything watching them, but from the few experiences they had had up to this point at Carsis, she was concerned that this may not be the case.
“Guys, when I went to the supply shop, I overheard some of the workers talking about how they weren’t a fan of doing laundry here and how the next week was going to be awful and how they expected to come home smelling like piss from it,” Nadia whispered, a hand resting on her stomach.
“So?” Tyler asked. “So what?”
“What if…” Nadia paused, her hand involuntarily stroking her stomach to try and calm the children who were once again bouncing around. “What if our entire group has something going on with our bladders? Wouldn’t that just be shit?”
“Yeah,” Tyler agreed. “Watch, they’ll schedule an assembly or something midway through, just to spite us.”
“But why?” Megan asked, licking her dry lips knowing she would need to start sipping on the bottle of water the nurse had given her soon and mentally groaning.
“Look, I bet the cards have something to do with this,” Nadia said quietly. “I had a black card and ended up pregnant. Meg, you had a blue card and have to pee all the time. And Tyler…”
“Yellow,” Tyler nodded, his bladder warning once again that he needed to go soon though he knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything once he got there if the girls were still around.
“So if we find anyone with any other cards of our same color, we’ll know for sure if this is what the cards meant!” Megan said, snapping her fingers. “But what about the other cards? What do they mean?”
“I guess we’ll just have to find out!” Nadia said rather excitedly, one of the babies kicking her in the kidney as it joined in the celebration. “OW!”
“But first,” Megan said. “We should finish the tour. We have a whole week to figure it out and I would like to be in my new digs before I really have to pee again. I really didn’t like peeing in a bush.” |
Sorry for the wait, real life loves getting in the way when it comes to writing. No worries, this story is not dead! Part of the reason this takes a while to get out is that the story has to 1: progress and 2: contain what the commenters want. So if that involves adding a new character or scenario, that has to get crafted and woven into the story itself.
That being said, if there are scenarios you want to see, just let me know and I'll write them in. You wanna see all of the students forced to get together to work on a project but all of them have various problems with their bladders? You got it. Line for the bathroom? Done. A character who can only pee if the wind is blowing from the east and the sun is in the sky? What the heck, we'll do it! Just let me know!
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Rubbing her face, Megan involuntarily squirmed as her bladder made itself known yet again. This would be the fourth time since the program had started that she had needed to go to the toilet and she was barely over an hour in. And it never was just a little that she needed to go, the urgency was extreme. She had maybe three minutes max to get to the toilet before her bladder just gave out.
Crossing her legs, she looked around the cottage for the bathroom door, knowing it would be close to the bedroom. There were two doors on the other side of the living room, surely one of those would be it. Having just arrived, she wasn’t too sure which was which.
Quickly hobbling over to the doors, she buried her hand in her crotch hoping to stave off a leak.
“Oh pleeeease!” She moaned as she opened the first door and was dismayed to find the bedroom. A spurt of urine jetting into her underwear once more. “No no no!”
Opening the second door, she quickly ran in and pulled her pants down to sit on the toilet, a jet of piss shooting out before she even sat down, running down her legs and into her pants as they slid down her legs.
At least this time she was at a toilet.
Moaning in relief as she emptied her bladder once again, Megan looked around the bathroom, taking in what was sure to be her most frequently visited room in the house. It was a quaint room with faded blue wallpaper and a simple tile design on the floor. The pedestal sink had a medicine cabinet with a mirrored door hanging directly above it and a half a bottle of lavender scented hand soap sitting by a cup which contained a brand new toothbrush. While it wasn’t her style necessarily, it was quite homely and a style she could see herself living with for an extended period of time.
Finishing her business on the toilet, Megan quickly washed her hands and began wandering around the cottage to get a better feel for it. This was where she was supposed to “live” for the next week after all. It would be awful if she needed to try and plan a run to the store for anything with the way her bladder was now. She knew she was going to have to eventually for more pads and pullups, but that was a task she planned to try to tackle later. For now, she just wanted to spend an afternoon relaxing and watching a movie and rehydrating.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the nurse had been right. Because she was peeing a lot, she was much more dry than normal. Her mouth was starting to feel gummy and she was starting to get a small headache. Nothing she couldn’t handle, but something she certainly was going to have to remedy as soon as possible. Especially if she wanted to prevent her skin from getting dry and flaky. What an awful way to begin the summer that would be!
Her bladder was already aching at the prospect of drinking as much water as she knew she was going to have to to get herself feeling better.
Grabbing a cup and gamely filling it with tap water, she wandered back into the living room area and turned on the TV only to find that things were clearly censored on the screen. There were only a few apps available on the screen and all of them were labled “Carsis _____.” While there seemed to be a good selection of movies on the movie app and games on the gaming app, she couldn’t help but marvel at the lengths to which this resort had modified everything to give its guests the most immersive experience while also wondering to what extent they would censor media their guests received.
Flipping through the movies, she finally settled on an old fashioned Rom-Com and kicked her feet up with a small smile. This place was strange, that was for certain, but it didn’t seem uncomfortably so. Maybe, once she had the money to do so, she could come back for some other form of experience. One where she wasn’t needing to pee so frequently.
Crossing her legs and sitting on her ankle, she slowly sipped away at her glass of water, relishing the cool way it slid down her throat. Though she knew there was coke in the fridge, she couldn’t help but think of how refreshing the water was in comparison. Truly water was the best drink of them all.
It didn’t take long for Megan to become thoroughly engrossed in the story and for her glass of water to be finished. Though she had seen this particular movie several times, she still found it a fun movie to dive into. She wouldn’t say that this was her favorite movie, but it was definitely in the top ten and she loved how well developed the plot was. The man and the woman were just getting ready to kiss for the first time when suddenly, a scene which always left Megan laughing when, without warning, she felt something warm in her lap.
As her brain suddenly flicked back to reality, she realized what had happened as a wave of desperation shot over her.
“Shit!” Megan exclaimed, slowly climbing off of the couch, the wet spot continuing to grow as her bladder involuntarily emptied itself with her laughter. “Oh, shit!”
‘Dammit!’ Megan thought as she tried to stop laughing for long enough to get control of her bladder by crossing her legs and crouching down. She knew this scene was coming, why hadn’t she thought about how it would affect her?! Desperately she buried her hands in her crotch trying to stem the flow as she tried to breathe through the laughter and not think about the scene which had just played out.
Trying desperately to stem the flow, quickly ran to the toilet, as urine continued to leak out of her bladder and run down her legs, leaving rivulets on her jeans as she did so. These jeans were done for, that was for certain.
But that scene!
Megan quickly ripped her pants down and threw herself at the toilet as her bladder gave up the fight and began to completely empty. It was rather strange, she was peeing but the urge continued to grow as her bladder continued to force itself to empty.
“Oh, oh!” Megan moaned as the pressure increased, the urine spurting from her shooting out like a fire hose as her bladder pulsated. She tried to relax, but her bladder kept squeezing despite being mostly empty. “Oh my god!”
Drips of urine continued to fall from her as she pulled off her now sodden underwear and jeans and prepared to change into something else more comfortable. She knew she needed to drink more water to compensate, but was a bit apprehensive about the prospect of drinking so much this late in the afternoon. She already knew she was going to be in for a rough night and didn’t think her bladder would be able to take much more, but she also knew she would need to drink more water to get feeling more hydrated.
A lot more water.
Wiping off her legs with a piece of toilet paper, she sighed and looked around the bathroom before pulling off her shirt and bra as well. She was already in here and half naked, may as well take a shower while she was at it. At the very least, it would help get the sticky feeling of urine off her skin.
Turning on the water for the shower, she involuntarily crossed her legs as her bladder spasmed at the sound of the splashing water. That was by far the worst part of turning on the shower in her opinion, but at least her bladder was empty!
Climbing into the shower, she immediately relaxed in the heat of the water. Rivulets of water ran down her lithe body, dripping from her tits and curving around her ass as she leaned over and grabbed the wash cloth and soap. Slowly lathering the soap, she began rubbing it down her arms then down her sides being sure to scrub around her breasts. As her wash cloth slid over her tits, she felt a surprising rush of warmth in her lower abdomen. It almost felt like when the nurse had been filling her bladder for the capacity testing but not painful.
In fact it was downright pleasant.
One hand massaging her breast, the other hand ran slowly down her front and between her legs, beginning to rub her clit. The warm feeling continued to build as she rubbed, her bladder swelling as it filled once more with piss. Her breaths became more labored as she rubbed, her fingers sliding past her urethra which was beginning to spurt and into her vagina.
Circling her thumb around and around her clit as her fingers delved deep into her vagina, she whimpered and bucked into the feeling, relishing the extra pressure her now full bladder was putting on the situation. She had never thought to be desperate when masturbating before, but it was certainly making the feelings more intense.
Deeper and harder she pushed, her breaths coming in short pants as she moaned in pleasure. Short, desperate pants as she struggled once more to hold in her pee and maintain that feeling of desperation while also achieving an orgasm. Her toes curled as her pants turned to moans, the tidal wave of an orgasm riding up over her and consuming her thoughts.
With a final howl, she came, her bladder suddenly releasing into her hand as she came. Urine and juices dripping through her fingers as she rubbed and lowered herself to the ground, her knees feeling weak.
Slowly removing her hand and leaning against the side of the shower as the water continued to fall, she sighed with pleasure before rubbing her hand over her lower abdomen. If this was what an orgasm felt like with a full bladder, she would happily keep herself fully hydrated just to feel that again.
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Nadia winced as she waddled through her apartment. All that she wanted to do was lie down and take a nap, but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. In fact, naps the way she hoped to take them would likely not be happening at all during the experience. Apparently, someone somewhere had requested a wife and she hadn’t checked “no” to that option.
She knew it had to be one of her classmates, but who could it be?
A quick jab in the stomach from one of her babies reminded her of another stipulation which she hadn’t checked “no” to was having a family. And a family she was going to get. A large family.
All shoved into a small, 2 bedroom apartment with only one toilet.
Waddling to the toilet, she knocked on the door twice to make sure no one was in it before pushing the door open and wincing at the sight before her. Apparently, her children and “husband” were rather messy, leaving towels and dirty clothes on the floor which she immediately began bending over and trying to pick up, a task which the babies didn't like and immediately began ramming into her bladder in protest.
“Ooo, please stop!” she gasped, bouncing slightly and bending her knees as small spurts of urine shot into her underwear at the pressure. “Please!”
Ripping her pants down and throwing herself at the toilet, she was rather disappointed when only a small dribble escaped her bladder despite her still feeling as though she desperately needed to go. Wiping herself off in frustration and struggling to pull up her pants, she jumped slightly when she heard the front door open.
“Honey, I’m home!” a sarcastic, female voice yelled. “What a shit show this is going to be.”
Nadia stuck her head out of the bathroom and frowned. “Who are you?”
“Who am I? Who are you!?” The shorter girl responded, adjusting her pants which were just a hair too tight around the waist and seemed to have an extra layer of fabric under them.
“Nadia Teruli,” Nadia said, exiting the bathroom and awkwardly waddling forward.
“Oh shit!” the other girl said placing her hand on her own stomach and gazing open mouthed at Nadia’s stomach. “Oh shit, and here I was thinking I had it bad!”
Nadia raised an eyebrow as she shifted her weight, trying to get the babies into a more comfortable position only for two of them to slide down feet first onto her bladder and deliver two punishing kicks. If she couldn’t get them to reposition themselves before bed time, she didn’t think she would be sleeping anywhere other than on the toilet.
“Sorry… Sorry…” The other girl said, holding up her hands. “I’m Rachael Pritcher. I guess I’m supposed to be your husband? I’m supposed to be a man for the week.”
Nadia’s mouth fell open in shock and indignance at the other girl’s appearance. She was clearly not taking this scholarship seriously as very little about her had changed. She still had her long strawberry blonde hair pulled up into a bun on the back of her head, her breasts were just as round and perky as ever though she was clearly not wearing a bra, and Nadia couldn’t see any evidence of a penis prosthesis in Rachael’s pants. Pants which weren’t fitting because they were clearly cut for a male figure and definitely not for curvaceous hips like what Rachael was sporting.
“What!” Rachael said, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. “Did you honestly think that I was going to do that?! Ew! If I had known that this was going to be the outcome, I never would have come here. I only wanted to come on this trip so I didn’t have to go see my grandmother for a week.”
Nadia smiled weakly, rubbing her stomach as she felt the babies shift around, reminding her what was at stake. “What about the scholarship?”
“What about it?” Rachael asked, walking over to the kitchen cupboards and opening them, looking around for something. “Look, my dad already agreed to pay for my college in full, I don’t need a scholarship.”
“So nothing has changed on you?” Nadia asked softly, jealousy clouding her voice. “Nothing at all?”
“Ugh, fine!” Rachael said as she opened the fridge and pulled out a can of non-alcoholic beer and wrinkled her nose. “Yes, they insisted that I do something, even got Crenshaw in on it, so I have to pee standing up.”
“That’s it?” Nadia growled as Rachael cracked open the can of “beer” and took a swig before sitting down and turning on the television. “That’s all you did?”
“Yeah,” Rachael said pulling a device out of her pocket and holding it up. “They gave me this and told me to try it out. Said it’ll make it easier to aim at the toilet. Only have enough for two days though. Then I have to learn how to aim ‘properly’.”
“Ew!” Nadia said, curling her lip at the device. “That’s so gross!”
“I know, right!” Rachael groaned, pocketing the device once more. “They also said I can’t pee in the girls' bathrooms any more, but we’ll see about that!”
“Sounds like you’re going to have an easy week,” Nadia chuckled, stretching her back. “Any idea who our “kids” are supposed to be?”
Rachael shrugged and kicked her feet up on the coffee table, a mud clod falling from them and landing on the center of the table. “Only thing I know is that you are my wife for the week.”
“Yup,” Nadia grimaced as she readjusted her bra, her breasts feeling full and uncomfortable in their cups. “Any chance you could help me pick up a little before the kids get here?”
“Nah, that’s your job,” Rachael said, turning up the volume of the TV slightly and taking another swig of beer. “Husband, remember.”
Nadia rolled her eyes and turned back to the bathroom, slowly leaning over and picking up the various articles of clothing which were on the floor, the babies once again protesting the movement but with protests focussed less on her bladder and more on each other. She had barely managed to fill half of a laundry basket when a knock was heard at the door.
“Rachael, can you get that?” Nadia called, struggling to pick up the laundry basket onto her hip.
“Yeah, yeah,” Rachael said, slowly getting up from the couch and going to the door. Peering through the peephole, Rachel sighed dramatically before undoing the locks and swinging the door open. “Kids are here.”
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Eric stood in the door of his home for the next week and sighed. It was such a strange sensation having an entire skillset removed from you, especially one which was so intrinsically tied to growing up. It wasn’t as though he didn’t know how to use a toilet, he certainly remembered how to and could remember standing in front of one and letting it rip. It was as though there was a mental block in place. One which couldn’t be removed.
One which he himself had chosen to put there.
“Typically with incontinence or bladder weakness, the person is aware that they are going and know to try and make it to the toilet,” the nurse had said as he typed away on his computer, setting up the program for what Eric was about to experience for the next week. “What you are suggesting is certainly outside of the box, but I am more than happy to help you try to achieve this.”
Eric had simply nodded and swallowed the pill. He knew he needed the scholarship money and he had seen Gracie draw the same card color as well. If ever there was a person who deserved a scholarship such as this, it was Gracie. She was sweet, smart, and so so funny. The only people who didn’t like her were the popular kids, but they were so full of themselves they couldn’t see a good person even if she came up and bit them.
Walking over to the kitchen, Eric pulled down a glass and filled it with water. A strange pressure had been growing in his abdomen for the last two hours and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what it was. It almost tickled at first, but now it was almost painful. It was weird, he could remember feeling this way before, thus the reason he wasn’t overly concerned by the stomach pain, but he couldn’t place what it was that was making him feel this way.
Squirming slightly as he poured himself a glass of water and sitting down, he was equally as surprised to feel a trickle of wetness in his diaper. Looking down in his shorts at the thick diaper which was strapped around his waist, he was surprised to see a small yellow stain begin to appear on the front of it, changing the color of the stripe in the front from a blue to a green.
What in the…
Oh. Right. That needed to get changed.
Standing back up, he felt a sudden rush of warmth in diaper, the front of it drooping downward and pulling the front of his shorts down with it. In the back of his mind he felt as though this wasn’t normal, but the feeling of normality overrode it. It was as though he did this every day.
Standing in front of the bathroom door, he stared at the strange contraptions within it for several moments before grabbing a replacement diaper, baby powder, and wipes. With practiced ease, he ripped off the old diaper, squeezing his dick to prevent the inevitable spurt as the cold air hit him, before giving himself a good dusting of baby powder and quickly pulling up the new diaper. His bladder was already beginning to leak once more, but at least his diaper wasn’t saturated.
Looking over at the toilet once more, he frowned at the structure as a moment of recall came to his brain. He was supposed to … pee in that? Since when? That didn’t make any sense! Why would you pee into water and get rid of it that way? Why get rid of your natural water via more water? It was waste, why not throw it in the bin?
Besides, it wasn’t like his bladder ever remained full. Sometimes it would fill up, but then it would all come at once, which was honestly more annoying than when he would just leak.
But that was… normal?
He shook his head as a memory surfaced once more of peeing into a toilet.
When he needed to pee, he did it in his diaper.
The mental block certainly was a strange one, but if it got them the scholarship…
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Grace sat at the bus stop outside of the quaint gas station in the “log cabin district.” She would have been to her cabin by now if she hadn’t needed to get of the bus desperately in the “city center.” Her bladder just couldn’t take it any more and had started to leak fiercely as the woman next to her also squirmed. And just now, when she had hopped off the bus once again and ran into the gas station, she was accompanied by another woman who appeared to be nearing the end of her pregnancy.
Taking a swig of her water, Grace pulled out her book and flipped to her marked page. It would be a while yet before the next bus would come, but at least now she was only three sectors away from her “home” hidden in the trees.
An avid connoisseur of all things fantasy, to say that she was upset when finding out that the fantastical realms offered at Carsis were off limits would be an understatement. Who wouldn’t want to be a Wood Elf, living life in tree houses and swinging from vines? Or a centaur, running freely across the plains, the wind whipping through your hair as your hooves propelled you forward?
It wasn’t fair!
While she had initially sighed at her misfortune, she quickly realized that the stipulation wasn’t that the fantasy realm was off limits but rather that she simply couldn’t be a creature. She could live in the trees, she could say she was kidnapped as a child to live with the elves. She could develop whatever story she wanted, so long as she wasn’t a creature.
So, cursed it was.
Within the stipulation of her card, she had to have a weak bladder. She modified it slightly to a curse where if someone near her had to pee, she suddenly had to as well. But for her, it wasn’t something she could control: if they had to pee soon, she had to pee now. Her bladder would shrink and spasm and fill all on its own from the curse placed on her by a water sprite.
The nurse who was doing her calibration had been cackling as Grace quickly manipulated the rules to fit her own agenda so she could live in the Wood Elf section of the resort. After a few stipulations were put into place such as having to spend at least half of the day with the humans in the resort, she had opted not to participate in the tour of the facility, choosing instead to go to the bus depot and ride that to her destination.
Or try to.
It seemed that the longer the day wore on, the more people there were on the buses who needed to pee. She had needed to get off of the first bus because of the squirming woman she had sat next to and then proceeded to miss the next bus because her bladder had immediately spasmed as soon as she had set foot on the bus, leading her to jump of and dash back into the toilet as her bladder instantaneously filled with urine and began to leak.
“So where are you headed, Grace?” a familiar voice said from behind her.
“Iggy?” Grace said, whipping around only to find herself staring at the pregnant woman who had disembarked alongside her.
“Yup!” the woman laughed, her stomach shaking as she laughed happily, her eyes filling with tears. “Look at me!”
“Look at you!” Grace said, running over and hugging her friend. “Oh Iggy! I’m so happy for you!”
“I know!” Iggy said, tears of happiness dripping down her face as she began slowly spinning around running her hands softly over her overtly feminine body. Her hands paused to gently squeeze her breasts before running over her gravid stomach and around her ass, squeezing and shaking the cheeks. “They’re perfect!”
“Did you ever think…?” Grace paused, gesturing to Iggy’s frame.
“Not without hormones and lots of surgery,” Iggy sighed, sniffing and wiping the tears from her eyes. “And more money than I could ever dream of having. And to be pregnant? This is a dream come true!”
Grace nodded happily, wiping her own tears from her eyes. For better or worse, Iggy had always been open about her sexuality. In spite of the very masculine figure she had been born with, she always managed to dress more stylishly as a girl than even the most preppy of cheerleaders. Frequently this led to horrific bullying at the hands of many of the boys in school, but Iggy was strong, sassy, and didn’t have any problem using that masculine body to throw a solid right hook at any boys or girls who dared to try to bully her.
To see her like this was far more than a dream come true.
“So where are you going? And what card did you get?” Iggy asked, rubbing her hand in circles over her belly, clearly relishing the feeling.
“Tree Top,” Grace said, resting her hand on Iggy’s belly and smiling as the baby moved under her hand. “I am being ‘raised’ by the elves.”
“Ooo!” Iggy squealed. “That must be a dream! But how’d you swing that?”
“Got cursed by water sprites,” Grace said with a laugh. “Whenever anyone around me needs to pee, I need to as well.”
Iggy nodded thoughtfully, her hand running over her stomach as the baby squirmed once more, settling itself head down in her pelvis, resting just above her pubic bone. Any small movement could send it sliding onto her bladder, at which point she was positive she would feel like she needed to go again. “Sounds rough. Other than with me, has it happened before?”
“Yeah, I had to jump off my first bus because my bladder was going to explode. All because the person next to me had squirmed around a bit because they needed to pee,” Grace winced as her bladder began to rapidly fill once more. “Seriously Iggy?”
“I’m sorry! I don’t even really need to go that bad! It's the baby!” Iggy apologized as Grace began shifting around for a few seconds before running back into the toilet. “I’ll hold the bus for you!” |
Golden College Days
Summary: Steven Diaz is attending college with his two best friends Tia Flores and Laney Hawthorne. These three have been friends forever and are happily spending their college years together, discovering new things about themselves, their old friends and about the new friends they make along the way.
This is only the beginning of this series I hope becomes a mini-series, or at least a limited series of omo-based stories featuring OC's that I've had for over a year now and I've finally decided I'm gonna freaking write them! So please enjoy! This is only the intro first so there's not a whole LOT of omo YET but trust me, there will... so for now, enjoy!! ❤️❤️
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Steven Diaz was a high school graduate, but that was the strangest thing to him now. So this was his life now, no longer a child but quite an adult yet. Except once he stepped onto his new college grounds he felt much more like an adult than he ever has.
’19 years old… that still doesn’t feel right.’
He thought to himself with a small sigh as he took in the scenery of Rosemary University, a peaceful looking place with college kids laughing, smiling and handing out flyers for clubs, programs and societies. Young adults just like him trying to get by or get ahead and figure things out while they can. Steven still didn’t have everything figured out yet, but that’s why he felt a lingering sense of excitement in him.
He can learn more things in his courses and learn more things from these new people and from some of his closest friends.
“Steven!! Steven hiiiiiiii! Good morning!!” Looking over his shoulder he saw the smiling face of Tia Flores, his best friend since childhood and playmate. She was so cute, still wore her braided pigtails and wore her frilly dresses, Steven simply adored her but for some reason he never thought of asking her out. He felt happier having her by his side though, and he was so happy to see her here with him.
“Tia! Hey good morning gal.” He waved at her and flashed her a grin as the two joined along the same path.
“Did you sleep at all? I mean I didn’t because I was super duper nervous about coming into freaking college for the first time but still! Did you sleep?” Tia asked with a chipper tone, speaking very fast as Steven chuckled. Something about her voice relaxed him and now he felt a little less nervous.
“Uh… about 3 hours?” He guessed outloud with a sheepish giggle as Tia gasped and widened her eyes.
“3 hours?!”
“Oho! 3 hours? Wow Steven that’s not good, I slept all night!” He perked up and turned to see another familiar face. Laney Hawthorne, his other best friend from childhood and the one he often played around with by pushing each other in the dirt.
“Laney Lanes.” He felt even more relaxed and smiled wider at her cheeky grin as she nudged his shoulder with a laugh.
“What are ya nervous? It’s only college, we’re all grown up now! I’d say this is a time for adventure! People learn all sorts of cool stuff in college!” She beamed with a fist in the air, urging Tia to throw her fist up as well.
“Yes! Let’s live like the characters in TV shows! I’ve always envisioned that I’d become actually cool in college and join the Art clubs and attend the galleries” The smaller girl exclaimed and clapped her hands as Laney snickered a little bit, “Of course you’d want that Tia, but I’m interested in seeing that too… I’m going for athletics myself as you know.”
Steven smiled as he listened to the two girls talk, taking a breath of relief as he realized that even if he wasn’t a child anymore, it was nice to see that some things didn’t change.
“I’m going for athletics too, make sure you gals see my games okay?” He asked the two, but Laney just smirked at him.
“That’s if you even make the team Stevie, you might have been good in high school but are you good enough to play in the big boy leagues?” She challenged him with her hands on her lips, leaning forward teasing as Steven narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth a little bit.
“I’m so good enough! I’m a big boy and ready for the big boy leagues Lanes! The question is are YOU? You’re still a little girl at heart after all.” He teasingly smirked at the girl when she winced in annoyance. “This is big girl leagues too ya know? So why doncha show me if ya got your big girl pants on?”
“Oh I have my big girl pants ON Steven!”
“And I have my big boy pants on!”
Steven and Laney had a habit of challenging each other, it’s what kept them going while Tia often supported their pissing contests because she liked to see where they went and laugh at the loser depending on what the challenge was.
“Then lets get this thing started huh?!” Steven asked her with a big smile as Laney grinned widely and gave him a thumbs up.
“Hell yes!”
They might have liked to challenge each other, but that’s how they were going to make college fun and figure out more about themselves now that they could branch out and discover new things. Steven felt particularly optimistic now that he had his two best girl friends by his side as they decided to stop by the university’s café first to get a few drinks to wake themselves up.
None of them were particularly used to waking up early, even Steven and Laney didn’t enjoy it despite being athletes. Plus they saw this as an opportunity to see what this university had to offer in terms of refreshments. Finding a table, they sat down together just like they used to in high school.
Steven and Laney opted to get themselves coffee, well if you can call it coffee. Steven merely got the vanilla bean flavored frap while Laney helped herself to a sweet boba tea, while Tia had already gotten herself a cookie with some pink lemonade.
“Cookie in the morning T? That’s how ya do it.” Laney mentally scolded herself for not thinking ahead as Tia smirked and pushed it closer to herself.
“Yup and no sharesies. That’s why you and Steven here got your caffeine, I’ll have double the dose of sugar with my lemonade here~.” She playfully teased the two as Laney scoffed and rolled her eyes with a smile.
“Heh, you’re ALL sugar Tia if you ask me, all sugar!” The dirty blonde suddenly stood up, creeping her fingers at Tia’s sides to tickle her as her friend suddenly squealed and laughed outloud at how much Laney’s fingers tickled at her rather sensitive sides.
“You don’t need sugar you’re our bundle of sugar! Our’s! Mine and Steven’s!” Laney chirped as Tia kept on laughing and writhing to try and get out of her grasp while Steven just laughed heartily. If this is how college was going to be he didn’t have any more complaints as he took a sip of his frappucino.
“You two are cray-cray-cray, not just cray-cray.” He giggled as the two girls started to blush at that cheeky smile of his, making Laney pout and Tia coyly smile. Yet the two of them felt at ease when Steven wasn’t so nervous. He had been rather nervous about this new milestone in their lives and they had been too. Tia was very open about how nervous and excited she was for this new chapter, and Laney herself only put up a confident bravado to make it seem like she wasn’t anxious about starting college.
They had each other though, they weren’t as afraid knowing that they were still friends and that things haven’t changed yet.
As they were preparing to clean their table, Laney suddenly stood up to announce, “Phew! I’m gonna go pee before we go to class, forgot to go this morning and now I drank all that boba.” She said without a hint of shame which made Tia flinch and blush, while Steven scoffed and snickered.
“Gross… Laney…!” Tia crossed her arms, using a scolding tone as Steven just shook his head in amusement.
“No shame to your game eh?” Steven wasn’t unfamiliar with Laney’s shamelessness, even when it came to announcing her trips to the bathrooms or outright telling people that she needed to go.
“Games don’t have shame Stevie, now wait for me I won’t be long.” She said with a pat on his shoulder as he gave her a slightly annoyed smile when he watched her head to the bathroom. Tia stood with him for only a moment before she got up with slightly flushed cheeks, “I’ll… go with her, just cuz my hands are sticky from the lemonade.” She claimed, although Steven knew that this had to be a lie but he wouldn’t say anything to embarrass Tia unless they were playing around.
He waved her off as he watched her go into the bathroom after Laney, and he sat there alone and opted to throw away their garbage. Now that he was alone for a little moment he began to think about his own frappucino and how it’ll go through him sooner or later. He might as well go too before their first class begins.
‘Heh, all right I’ll go… not like I’d ever tell Lanes or Tia…’
Steven thought to himself as he walked into the men’s room and went to the first stall. As he unzipped his pants he let out a small sigh of relief, trying not to pay attention to much to the splashing sounds of his own stream echoing in this thankfully empty bathroom. He didn’t know how Tia and Laney could go to the bathroom together, but then again he didn’t know how they were with their bathroom habits and never wondered about it.
So he found that strange as to why he suddenly began to think about that, what kind of guy just starts thinking about things like that? A pervert, that’s what. Steven was no pervert, at least… he was very sure about that.
No. He wasn’t a pervert.
Colleges did have perverts but Steven couldn’t have been a pervert, he wasn’t a pervert and he wouldn’t become one.
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Hello everyone~! Here is Part 2 to my series Golden College Days! Part 1: HERE
Chapter 2: The First Discovery
Summary: Steven goes to a college party and immediately regrets it as he explores his college grounds and meets someone in a similar situation like him.
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High school had partying, but college had even more partying. Steven guessed it was because that these were all legal adults and they could buy all the alcohol they wanted without fear of repercussion and party on grounds. At least grounds like the frat houses and other restaurants or places in close proximity to the university.
He was also guessing that partying really wasn’t his scene. It hasn’t even been a month and Steven was already overwhelmed with the changes and classes. Steven never particularly enjoyed homework and the work was already catching up to him. Today he barely finished his homework before class, and he felt particularly drained.
Tonight was a college rager according to several other college students and flyers plastered all around the campus. So he decided to check it out and head over to the frat houses where he was standing outside with a red cup full of booze in his hand. This was a party all right, there was loud music blaring loud enough for other quieter houses to hear and it was luring in other partygoers.
“Diaz!”
“There’s our old star!”
“I think this is the first time I’ve seen you at a party!”
Stephen immediately forced a cheeky grin as soon as he heard the voices of the guys from his old high school. By some miracle these boneheads managed to get into college too, and while he was glad to see some familiar faces he much preferred his real friends Tia and Laney. Except Tia already went home to sleep after stressing out over tests, and Laney and her brother Hunter went out to dinner with their mom and uncle.
He should have gone with one of them, because now he had to entertain these bozos for a little while. “Yeah I wasn’t gonna risk getting kicked off the team by drinking underage you dorks.” He casually waved off their little comment, and they immediately burst into raucous laughter. They took it as a good-natured joke which Stephen was thankful for since he didn’t mind joking around with these guys.
Although he was already feeling even more tired just listening to these guys about some nonsense about trying to get into the teams in college and adjusting to the flexible schedules. He only joined in this so-called party of drinking, socializing and dancing to someone’s phone in an attempt to relieve the stress he was already feeling. Steven knew some of these guys meant well, but he was starting to wonder if this was even his thing. Despite his demeanor Steven was never really the extroverted type. He had his close friends that he preferred to spend time with, but he didn’t mind hanging out with other athletes just to be nice.
He just wished that he didn’t regret it as much as he did right now. This party wasn’t that fun and while Steven was glad to have temporarily forgotten about his issues in class, he wanted to go home. He was ready to go home. So he laughed a little more with the guys, letting them get lost in some bullshit story that wasn’t even really a story, and carefully took a few steps back. He kept doing this for some time until he thought the guys didn’t really notice him anymore.
They were all clearly drunk, or at least drunker than he was based on how much they were laughing and grinning all merrily. Steven wasn’t drunk, although he did take another sip of the red cup in his hand. The red, fruity alcohol felt cool running down his throat and yet he still let out a cough once he drank it down. There was a warm feeling in his chest that he couldn’t really make out because he didn’t drink this much before. Most of the time at parties Steven just enjoyed his one cup of alcohol, but this was his second as of right now. The booze tasted good, or at least it tasted as good as cheap, dollar store booze in a box could taste.
This was perfect for him. Steven used this as his opportunity to walk away while they were just laughing like idiots and talking about something he couldn’t hear anymore. It’s not that he didn’t want to stick around, it’s just that this drunk frat boy party wasn’t his thing. Hopefully they would get so drunk that they wouldn’t remember any of this.
“Ugh… man this sucks…” The young man thought outloud as he started to walk away, tossing his cup into the nearest trashcan until he realized he had missed it. He sighed in annoyance before quickly going back to throw it into the trash. Littering wasn’t cool and not even Steven stood for that.
He really must have been buzzed if he couldn’t even toss a light, empty cup into an open trash-can.
Knowing this, he tried to think as much as his brain would let him. According to an old friend of his, if you’re drunk you should drink more water. As an athlete he knew that made sense, and hydrating the body would help the liver with metabolizing any alcohol present in the body. Which would also help someone sober up and it was good for hangovers as well. Steven was confident that he wouldn’t be hungover but he needed to get some water in his system.
During his walk he observed the rest of the college grounds and buildings, watching other students go by either chatting with friends or getting to night classes. It was a pretty cool place, and Steven felt a little freer than he did in high school. So this is what it meant to be an adult, at least that’s what most people said. Yet, he didn’t really relax. It wasn’t easy to relax when his skin was naturally darker than most others.
All it took was one fool to get the wrong idea.
However he pushed those thoughts at the back of his head, not wanting to bum himself out. He kept walking and smiled when he found a perfectly good water fountain to take a huge swig from. There was something about the cooling feeling of water running down his throat as he gulped and gulped the freshness. It was just like finishing up a game of basketball, soccer or baseball. A big drink of water was sometimes the greatest reward after working hard.
He had been practicing basketball in the recreation center since tryouts weren’t for another week. Steven’s first goal was to try and get on the team. That was his thing, he had been a basketball player ever since his middle school years. He made sure to focus on that and other athletics. Athletics were his life. At least, that’s what he told himself. Steven needed a goal, focusing on other things might get in the way. Not that there was any pressure, he just knew he needed to do something with his life.
And then he could go home, listen to Tia chat about some silly Netflix show she wanted him to binge with her and play around with Laney as she always tried to make a competition of things. That was what made it all fun. He did whatever he could just so he could go home with people he cared about. That’s why he gave himself some kind of goal, because unfortunately you can only do what you love with the people you love if you’re doing something important.
Steven didn’t know how important basketball was, but it was the only thing he was good at. And as long as he’s in college, he’ll work as hard as he can to make something out of himself. Which is why he had to focus and try to sober up as he took another huge drink of water.
“Ahhhhh!” He exclaimed somewhat loudly after he finished, small dribbles of water running down his chin as he cheerfully wiped it away. Nothing beat a nice drink of cool liquid.
With that, he figured it was time to just keep walking it off and then head on home. He could give himself the free time to enjoy the brisk night on his college grounds. After all just because he’s adulting now doesn’t mean he has to be boring.
“It’s college! I can have fun and do responsible stuff right? I just won’t get crazy or weird like they do in movies… how does crazy stuff like that even happen? That’s just purely fictional, like my life is some purely fictional story…”
He thought to himself with a little snicker as he put his hands in his pockets and came up to a bridge overlooking the artificial river. It was true when they said that colleges had brilliant set-ups were students could either party or study in peace. He planned to study and party-ish with his actual friends instead of this bust of a party with his fake friends.
“Yeah… I’ll do that… what was I thinking? Thank God Tia and Lanes are home…”
Steven thought somewhat grimly to himself, happy that it was just him who came to this kind of party. Laney would have put up a fuss on how ‘sexist’ he thought, but Steven felt that his concerns were justified. At college a lot of awful things can happen because the statistics made it clear that a high amount of awful things happened at college especially because of asshole guys. It wasn’t exactly a safe spot for women, or even other men.
Laney liked to argue about this however. He felt she was right to because she knew self-defense, had a rape whistle on her and some mace and that worrying too much about her and Tia wasn’t exactly progressive. Steven understood because Laney was the strongest girl he knew and he trusted that she could take care of herself, but at the same time he couldn’t help but worry. There were much larger guys and real creeps around who just won’t back off and Steven felt a need to be a presence for her and for Tia. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right, but Steven was going to be damned if he just sat back and did nothing. He would do his best to at least support the girls and be that kind of presence for them.
Maybe they’ll all go to a bigger party together, and he trusted that Laney and Tia would know better than to accept things from strangers, but he’ll still be there. Steven will still be around them and give other creeps a non-verbal or verbal warning to back the fuck off. He swore this to himself.
Smiling at his resolve he found himself walking around another area where there were plenty of houses and judging by the looks of it, these were the sororities. His jaw lightly dropped when he saw some particularly nice-looking houses. Now these were impressive, but fitting for sorority sisters. They struck him as independent women whose groups were dedicated to their own causes. Steven always respected women like that and found himself chuckling warmly as he thought fondly of Tia and Laney.
“Mmm…”
But then he perked up when he heard a voice, and saw someone stumbling out of a house and it appeared to be a girl. She placed her hand over the door as she clumsily walked out and closed it. If Steven didn’t know any better, he would say that she must have been drunk based on her motion alone.
“Uh… excuse me…?” Concerned, Steven called out to the girl as she picked her head up and he saw her face.
She was very pretty and her face was ridiculously cute, with her cheeks flushed a lovely pink. She had black hair and bangs that almost perfectly framed her pleasantly oval-shaped face. What Steven took notice the most though was her sparkling hazel eyes, the reminded him of fresh cut grass from a garden. Her eyelashes were so long that the emphasizes the shape of her eyes, but one of the cutest features were the glasses. They were a nice rounded set that only made her eyes look bigger, what was it about her eyes that he liked so much? He wasn’t sure but all he knew is that this girl was adorable.
Except she didn’t seem like she was in her right mind, so Steven brushed those thoughts aside as he let the girl focus, “H-Hello…?” When she spoke, her voice was high yet demure. Definitely not like the brash energy of Laney or the chipper girliness of Tia.
“Hey uh… you okay?” Her cheeks were a little flushed so Steven had a feeling that she was drunk, and the gentleman in him felt it wouldn’t be right to let her go out like this.
“I-I…” She stammered, attempting to walk forward but she ended up almost tripping until Steven reacted fast with a gasp and quickly he rushed over to catch her before she could fall. She let out a squeal when she thought she was going to hit the ground but the impact never came…
“Whoa! Whoa, whoa careful… careful easy there…” Steven helped her up, but made sure to avoid touching her and let her go when she could stand on her own two feet. He respected boundaries and definitely won’t touch a girl for any longer than at least 2 seconds. Yet this seemed to really surprise the girl as she looked at him with wide, wonderous eyes.
“Damn… this girl is cute… and what is… what is she wearing? A mini-dress? And it’s white! Gah! Stop it! Don’t stare you idiot, ugh… this is kind of dangerous… is she a sorority sister at this house?”
“Uh… a-anyway do you uh… live here?” He asked her somewhat nervously, for some reason it was hard to talk to her. Steven had no trouble talking to Laney or Tia, but in his defense he knew this girls really well. This girl was someone he had never met before and for some reason her soft features made him feel almost bashful.
“I… no… i-it’s a party I was… told to get out of my shell but… mmm… I shouldn’t have had alcohol… was a bad idea…” The girl’s voice was slightly slurred and she seemed really out of it. Steven felt horrible for this girl, and he understood. Coming to a party was a huge mistake on his part took. The worst part is this girl didn’t even live here, and although he saw that she had a purse with her, part of him wanted to see to it that she got home safely.
“Ah, hey uh… why don’t I take you home? I have a car, just tell me where you live and I’ll drive you.” It was the least he could do. Steven Diaz was a gentleman, his two best friends were girls and so he would help another girl out.
“H-Huh? You would… do that?” She gasped sharply, her voice sounding somewhat higher as her eyes endearingly widened. Steven looked at her as she fidgeted, her legs squeezed together that made him think she must have been really nervous just speaking with him. It was so cute…
She wasn’t anything like Laney or Tia.
“Yes! Yes I would! I’ll help you out! My name is Steven!” Steven didn’t mean to exclaim so loudly, but if he could do something worthwhile tonight, he would be glad to do it, and the bonus would be helping someone out.
The girl’s cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink, which Steven thought was really cute. At least until she shut her eyes and squirmed where she stood. Her legs swayed ever so slightly, and Steven couldn’t help but notice how thick they were and what a pretty milky-white color they were.
“Steven Diaz no!!” He was a man who had sexual urges, yes, but he refused to act like a pervert. And on top of that she didn’t look comfortable, in fact it was almost like she had to-.
“Lily! Where’d ya go?!”
The two young adults heard another voice, another female’s voice. She was loud enough to scare both of them as Steven perked up and let out a shocked sound. He saw a shadow from the window approaching as his heart started racing and he broke out into an anxious sweat. How bad would it look to another girl to see him this close to a drunk girl?
“I-I have to go…! I don’t wanna be here…!” The drunk girl suddenly began to push past him, as if trying to hide and that gave Steven an idea. Looks like she was trying to avoid the party and didn’t want that girl to find her.
“O-Okay uh… brace yourself!” He tried to warn her quickly before he grabbed her wrist and quickly pulled her into another direction that had her yelp in alarm. Steven didn’t mean to scare her but he was trying to help her get away from whoever that was. He didn’t even think, he just pulled her to the side of the building into the shadows.
“Lily? I know you’re out here! Haha… c’mon we haven’t even gotten started yet!”
Steven peeked over the edge of the house to see who that girl was, but he didn’t recognize her either. Although he heard her say the girl’s name. Lily. So that was her name? Appropriate because it was a pretty name for an equally pretty girl.
That girl up ahead was pretty though, at least from what he could see from this distance. She had long black hair but that was about all he could see from her before she gave up trying to search for Lily.
“Boo… you’re no fun.”
She sounded pretty dismayed but Steven quickly hid his face when the girl went back inside the house. Steven found himself sighing in relief. Then again he didn’t do himself any favors, he probably shouldn’t have held onto Lily like that. Even if he was trying to help her.
“Hey… I’m really sorry.” He closed his eyes as he prepared himself to apologize to her, but suddenly her heard a sound of distress coming from her.
“Ohhhhh… ohhh…!”
Steven gasped loudly when this concerning noise. She sounded like she was in pain almost, did he accidentally hurt her? He turned around quickly, almost worried that something might have happened to this girl.
“Are you ok-?!”
Before he could even finish the sentence, he was immediately cut off when he saw…
Pink.
Pink panties with a black little bow on the front, as the girl hiked up her dress. A hissing sound threw him off before he noticed a wet spot growing on the fabric at her crotch as Lily whimpered and clasped her hands into her thighs as droplets and jets of urine dripped audibly. Beads of yellow ebbing down her thighs as Steven saw her move as quickly as she could. One of her hands clutched at one of the hems of her wet panties to fully expose her womanhood in all its shaven glory before him and Steven didn’t even realize that shout leaving him.
That wasn’t even the most shocking part…
PSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH...
What started as a dribble became a fountain of gold that suddenly poured out from between her legs and loudly splashed on the ground as the girl let out of a soft moan of relief and discomfort. Lily’s legs were quivering as she pissed where she stood and kept her dress hiked so it didn’t get all wet like her panties were. Unfortunately, she could still feel small drops getting on her calves and shoes as her pee steamed over the dry grass.
Yet all Steven could see was sparkles as he felt his entire face go aflame and he couldn’t take his eyes off of Lily’s strong stream of piss gushing out and forming a puddle right in between the two of them.
“Ohhh god… peeing all over myself… I can’t stop… I-I’m so sorry…” Lily panted as she let out soft sighs of relief as her bladder emptied and started to feel much less full. It was quite painful before and she remembered that she had to leave the place because all of the bathrooms were taken and the lines were full. That’s right, she came outside because she needed to take a piss really bad after drinking too much juice and booze no thanks to her friend Kuro.
If it were any other ordinary day she would have been freaking out. Lily was extremely shy by nature, but she was so drunk she didn’t feel any shame pissing in front of this man she just met.
Steven on the other hand was freaking out as he couldn’t even say a word while the girl kept on peeing and peeing. How much did she drink? He had no idea but her piss was still coming out and coming out strong and hard as he couldn’t tune out the loud splashes hitting the ground with a heavy patter. It was so strangely enchanting that the sight and sounds were sending uncomfortably stimulating signals to his body.
It was only then that he finally realized that he was staring way too long and this was so not cool…
“A-Ahhh! Y-You’re… ohhhhh my God uh… y-you know what? It’s okay, it’s okay! I just… I’m turning around now!!”
Steven stammered terribly as his cheeks were burning so hot he was sweating and he quickly turned around to let her have at least a little bit of privacy while she was still peeing. So that’s why she was acting a bit strangely, she must have had too much alcohol…
“Ohhh…! Ohhh God… mmmph… ohh…”
The moans and sighs were not helping him at all as he felt his jeans becoming tighter and tighter as he stared down at himself. To his great dismay Steven realized that he had gotten hard…
“What the hell?! Why am I hard from this?!”
Steven was so horrified with himself. A girl was taking a piss! Did that turn him on?! No way, no way it had to have been from shock and anxiety. An anxiety boner. That’s what it was…
“Oh my God…” Lily couldn’t help herself, it felt so good to pee. She kept on sighing as her stream hadn’t stopped yet. It seemed to fizzle out for a minute, only to start up again and splatter into the puddle at her feet. Staring down at herself, she started to feel embarrassed at how much she was pissing. Her stream thankfully went straight down as she stood on her shaking legs, but it was still embarrassing to be peeing in such a style.
Ladies like her don’t pee like this, ladies like her don’t even pee outside! She would have scolded herself if she wasn’t so drunk. She couldn’t even scold herself, she just felt so good as her pee stream started finally thinning out and began to lightly drizzle into her puddle.
“Oooh… ooooooh… I had to pee so bad… I couldn’t hold it… the bathrooms… lines were too long oooh…” Lily quietly moaned at her situation, blushing even more at the wetness teasing her thighs and her panties were partially drenched. She could smell her own piss even with her perfume on. What was worse is that this really nice guy was helping her out. And now he was here to see her piss. This was so embarrassing…
She never should have come to this party.
“Ohh God..”
Yet she let out another sigh of relief as her stream finally petered out and the last little trickles left her empty bladder. Her stomach was less full and she felt nothing but bliss as she smiled softly. At least until she remembered her panties were still wet and this guy was still there.
“I… I’m so sorry…”
Steven cringed hard when he heard her apologize, only her voice sounded smaller and then he heard a whimper, and then a sniffle…
He couldn’t bear to hear a girl cry, but he was not in the best position now. Quickly he took off his jacket and wrapped it around his waist. He was so embarrassed about his not-so-little problem but Lily was probably even more embarrassed than he was.
“N-No, no, no…! It’s fine! D-Don’t cry please! I-I won’t tell anyone! I swear on my life!”
Before Lily could burst into tears, Steven quickly swore that he would keep this a secret as he gave her a serious yet flustered look. Lily opened her tearful eyes to see this guy looking at her like that. He wasn’t even laughing or anything, he was being too nice…
“W-Why… why are you being… so nice to me…?”
In general Lily feared men and had no real experience talking to boys. She came to this party because her friend Kuro recommended that she start loosening up and talk to other people. It was hard for a wallflower like her, and she made a mistake drinking. And an even bigger mistake by pissing outside a sorority house in front of a boy.
“I-I uh… well…” Steven started stammering again. Why was he acting so shy to this girl? Then again, he did see her piss, and he saw her half naked…
“STOP IT STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT! Be a goddamn gentleman!!”
“I have two best friends who are girls!” He exclaimed without even thinking, and while the volume kind of scared Lily she didn’t think he had any bad intentions. If anything, he seemed almost nervous…
She did piss in front of him though. And did he say he had two friends who are girls?
“I-I mean uh… this is… college and uh… you seem like a nice girl I just… you looked like you needed help and I had to help… I didn’t want you to fall or anything… and… I meant it when I said I could drive you home.” Steven wasn’t going to focus on the uncomfortable feelings stirring in his loins, he remembered his goal. Take this girl home tonight.
“O-Oh… wow… t-thank you… S-Steven…?” Lily couldn’t believe this guy, he wasn’t lying to her at all was he? Why else would he save her from falling? If he wanted to do something weird he would have done it by now right?
“That’s my name and uh… Lily?” He said her name for the first time, and he saw her blush softly and he swore she smiled a little bit.
“T-That’s my name. Lily Gardner” She nodded as Steven couldn’t help but grin, his cheeks still flushed as he gave her a thumbs-up.
“You weirdo what are you doing? Only anime characters give thumbs up…” He mentally scolded himself because he tried to look cool but that was so not cool. Thankfully Lily didn't seem put off by it
“I-I uh… oh s-sorry um… I-I don’t want to waste your time anymore. I-I am ready to go home now…” Lily politely said, still looking quite shy especially after tonight.
“Oh! Right yeah I am too so… just follow me to my car.” He gave her a smile as he lead her out of the shadows. She blushed at this and stepped over the puddle of piss she left behind. God how embarrassing… she was going to die in the morning once she sobers up, she just knows it.
At least she would be safe, this guy wasn’t trying anything with her at all. She stood by him as he walked her across the campus and he kept his eyes out for any strange looking individuals. She had mace in her purse but for some reason having this person with her made her feel just a little bit more secure. At least because she knew she was drunk, if she were sober she wouldn’t be as on edge.
Steven perked up when he finally saw the parking garages and pulled out the keys from his pocket. And he jumped a little bit when his phone went off and the once quiet garage was suddenly filled with the lyrics of Golden by Harry Styles. “Ah!” How embarrassing, Lily gasped at the lyrics that were quite loud as Steven quickly answered the phone.
“What?!”
He yelled without even thinking, and flinched when he heard another person yell on the other side, only much more indignant.
“HEY! Is that how you’re gonna answer the phone to me?!” Tia somewhat angrily yelled, her high voice piercing his eardrums as Lily nervously sweatdropped.
“Tia! Oh… I’m sorry! Sorry I didn’t see it was you, my bad…” He immediately apologized for his rude greeting. If he had seent hat it was Tia he would have answered more politely.
“Mmm… it’s all right. Anyhoo… you almost done partying? You didn’t drink too much did you bad boy?”
“Please Stevie’s a total square he probably only had like ONE drink!”
He could hear Laney’s boisterous tone as she laughed at her own joke, which annoyed him even if she was absolutely right about that.
“Hey! I had TWO drinks for your information! And… yeah, yeah actually I’m done… I’m on my way home now… you girls okay?” Steven replied much more calmly and he heard Tia’s sweet little giggle.
“We’re fine! We’re just watching The Kissing Booth at my house!” She chirped rather happily, but Laney let out an exaggerated, playful groan.
“Please come here Steven this is torture…” She muttered, which made Tia scoff and Steven snicker. He should have gone with Tia the whole time so he could be there watching terrible chick flicks with her and Laney…
Then again if he didn’t then he wouldn’t have met Lily, and she probably would have gotten hurt or worse if he wasn’t around…
“All right all right I’m on my way okay?”
“Be safe!! See you!”
“Yeah see ya!!”
Steven chuckled as he listened to the girls say their goodbyes and he hung up as soon as he let them know that he would be home soon. He just had to get Lily home first. And then he heard a little giggle that made his cheeks flush a bit.
“You weren’t lying after all… you do have two female friends… that’s really… really cool…” She expressed her thoughts with a sweet little smile that made Steven’s heart and his dick feel funny.
“Haha w-well uh… I guess so… yeah Tia and Laney are great… if you ever see em maybe we can like… hang out or something if you like…” He suggested as her saw her face turning pink. He guessed she must not have much experience hanging out with people based on her demeanor and the fact that she didn’t even want to be at that party.
“I-I would… actually like that… thank you… I think… I’ll see you around since we are… you know both here at this college…” Lily awkwardly accepted even though she stumbled on her words. Another trait Steven found adorable. This girl was just getting cuter and cuter by the minute.
“Yup, we sure do and uh… yeah! That’d be great! Awesome okay… just hop right in and tell me where to go.” Steven opened his car’s door for her once he saw that the place was still thankfully empty but Lily averted her eyes and her saw her cheeks going from pink to red.
“P-Please um… can you turn around…?” She asked in a very timid, embarrassed tone.
“Huh? Uh.. yeah sure.” He didn’t ask why, he merely turned around as he wondered what she needed him to turn around for.
Lily moved quickly as she made sure that nobody was really around, and she slipped off her wet panties because Steven was such a nice guy. She did not want to get his car all dirty with her piss, even though she probably smelt like it. This really was a humiliating night for her…
“O-Okay I’m ready…” She didn’t want him to see her panties and quickly went inside the car, and Steven hummed in acknowledgement before he started the engine and took off from the building.
Lily gave him the address and he made sure to follow all the directions from her GPS. Thank good for technology. He wanted to be helpful but technology was extra helpful and on top of that, this girl will be home in time to clean up and look forward to tomorrow.
She was very different from Tia and Laney. Lily was obviously much shyer and quieter, her fashion implied a sort of soft femininity and the way she spoke to Steven gave him the indication that she was very much an introvert. Although he just met her, Steven felt quite interested in getting to know her better. He hoped to see her again another time…
He couldn’t know if he would, but it sure would be nice…
After 10 minutes he reached their destination, her home in a neighborhood that to his pleasure wasn’t too far from his. At least a couple more minutes away but he didn’t tell her that yet. They did just meet after all he didn’t want to overwhelm her.
“Here you are milady.” He said somewhat playfully and politely as Lily blushed again and smiled bashfully.
“Steven… thank you… really… I can’t thank you enough for tonight.” Her hazel eyes were like perfect pools of dew. Steven felt himself partially infatuated by how charming this girl was.
“You’re welcome Lily… I’ll see you at college.” Not wanting to make a fool of himself any further, he said his goodbye as smoothly as possible as she nodded and smiled before getting out of the car.
She sighed in relief when she saw her house and she pulled out her keys. Steven opted to stick around until he saw her unlock the door. Lily looked over him one last time and saw him wave at her. She couldn’t help but grin and giggle before she waved back at him.
“What a night…” Was the first thing Lily said as she entered her house. Thank goodness her parents weren’t around because she wasn’t in the best shape. In fact, the first thing she was going to do right now was have a bath.
“What a night…” Steven sighed outloud as he realized that he was finally alone in his car, and now that Lily was home safe he could go home with a clear conscience that she would be okay. She was no longer in any potential danger and now he felt a lot better.
Or at least he would feel better if not for the fact that his jeans were still way too tight and the hardness in between his legs was the only thing keeping him uncomfortable.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!”
He wondered with burning cheeks as he narrowed his eyes in the distance as he started to drive in frustration. Steven was still in a good state of mind to at least get home real quick to change his clothes, but now all he could think about was getting home and try to ignore his persistent hard on. All there was left to do now was head home and take care of this issue while the image of Lily shamelessly urinating in front of him was still fresh in his mind.
He was NOT a pervert, his body was simply reacting to an unusual stimuli but he wasn’t a pervert. At least, he hoped not.
What would Tia and Laney think? Not that he would ever tell them but in their eyes he was a gentleman. And he would make sure they keep thinking of him as one as he pulled into his driveway. He inhaled and exhaled so he could get a chance to breathe.
Until he realized that his car smelt kind of funny. He actually recognized the smell…
Urine.
He smelt piss. Could it be because Lily still had the smell on her? He blushed even more just thinking about it as he looked in the backseat and he nearly choked when he saw them…
Her soaked pink panties!
She must have forgotten them here!!
“Her panties! Oh god… ohhhhh my God…” He exclaimed as he knew this would make him look horrible if the girls ever found panties in his car. Steven didn’t want to but he reluctantly reached over and grabbed them, grimacing at how clammy and cold they were. They reeked of piss and yet the most messed up thing was that it did nothing to quell Steven’s hard on.
“AHHHHH! I’m not a pervert!!”
He wasn’t. He wasn’t a pervert! He’ll just… put these panties in the wash, get in his house and jerk off as quickly as he could before he goes to Tia's.
That’s what he’ll do. Because Steven Diaz wasn’t a pervert, he was a gentleman. A perfectly healthy gentleman who will jerk off to take care of an issue sprung on by a strange discovery he couldn’t control. He told himself this as he carefully snuck inside and hoped that next week of college will be a little more normal with midterms coming up. |
It's been too long! But here is Part 3 to my series Golden College Days!
Chapter 3: A Break From Studying
Summary: Steven studies for midterms with Laney and Tia, but their overindulgence of caffeine and sweet drinks catches up to Steven and Laney.
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Steven guessed that after last week he had gotten what he wanted. Which was for everything to go as it usually did and focus on studying for midterms this week.
Last week he met a girl and after an embarrassing moment they shared, Steven drove her home when she was too intoxicated to go home alone. Her name was Lily Gardner, but Steven didn’t see her around after that. He hoped that she was okay because he saw her get home safely, but he hasn’t seen her on campus.
At the same time, he assumed she must have been busy because it was midterms week. That was the most logical reason because he, Tia and Laney had been studying all week. And all three of them equally disliked studying. It just wasn’t their thing, and yet here they were still stuck on the same problems as they all sat together at a table. Each of them holding nervous yet determined and confused looks on their faces.
“I HATE THIS!!” Suddenly Tia shouted rather loudly as she threw her hands up in the air. She said exactly what Steven and Laney were thinking.
“Keep it together T! We have plenty of time to study!” Laney attempted to make her feel better by being optimistic, even though she was a bit nervous too. And hyped up on caffeine after guzzling drink after drink to keep herself stimulated and avoid getting drowsy or bored. Tests weren’t his strong suit so she needed to be awake.
“The exam’s in 12 hours!” Tia reminded her somewhat loudly, apparently, she was still stuck in shouting mode. Laney wasn’t bothered though, in fact the only thing that did bother her was the fact that Tia was absolutely right. They didn’t have as much time as she thought.
And what especially bothered her was the fact that she needed to pee. A lot. She and her friends were downing soda after soda, with some water and tea brought by Tia to keep hydrated and energized so they could study without nodding off. However, because Laney and Steven were both athletes who drank a lot to stay hydrated, her bladder had gotten pretty full and she found herself needing relief.
She squirmed and wiggled her knees in her seat as she thought about how she had to go quite a bit and felt that it was probably time to get up. And she was going to announce her need until Steven spoke up.
“But we got all this other stuff from the store, right? See ladies I think if we just keep on eating and drinking, this stuff will start making more sense. After all, don’t they say that you think better when you’re eating and drinking well?” Steven somewhat anxiously explained. He didn’t know if it made any sense because while he considered himself a logical person, he wasn’t so logical when nervous.
Tia and Laney were very nervous too, and it made him kind of nervous too. Or maybe he was also hyped up on too much caffeine and juice and soda. He ate a lot of sugar and drank a lot of sugary drinks, because it was hard to stop eating and drink sweet stuff when you have nothing but sweet stuff in front of you and with test review papers that seemed to do nothing but stress you out.
Except now all that sugary sweetness made its way into his bladder and he was starting to realize that he was in need of a piss, but there was no way he was going to tell Tia or Laney.
“Huh good point, we still have plenty of sour straws, chocolate bars, a bag of scones from Starbucks after we got Starbucks…” The dirty blonde would have teased him, but they all had the same goal to make sure this studying would pay off. If anyone hated studying the most it was Laney, and she got some decent grades but it didn’t mean she enjoyed staring at papers for hours. Hell, she didn’t even see the point of test-taking given that it was just a way for big corporations to make money and unfairly judge people on how well they can bubble in the write answers rather than their thought process.
“Argh! I need more sweets! I can’t think without them! I ate all the Oreos too…” Tia whined as she plopped her head on the table. She wasn’t good at studying, but at least neither Steven or Laney were any better. It’s just that Tia was definitely the worst at studying because she had even less of an attention span than her friends did.
“There, there…” Laney consoled her by patting her on the head as she crossed one leg over the other as she tried her hardest not to openly squirm. But she definitely needed to get up for a piss.
“I know what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna go get some donuts from Dunkin Donuts and maybe we’ll be able to think. A couple of coffees from the Starbucks! That’s what helps right?” Tia suddenly picked her head up after an impulsive thought came to her head.
Steven swore he saw sparkles in her eyes when she mentioned coffee and donuts. Coffee wasn’t his favorite beverage, but he liked other drinks even though he didn’t want a drink at the moment. His bladder didn’t need anymore liquid now that he felt the fullness just sitting in between his legs. He should probably go soon before it becomes obvious as he crossed one leg over the other, almost unknowingly mimicking Laney.
“Right! That’s a good idea! You should definitely do that, because I could use a donut right now, might be the sugar high speaking but please Tia…” Steven won’t admit it, but if he waits for Tia, it means he won’t have to stare at his papers for a while. He was tired, he was kind of hungry, and he had to pee too.
He stared over at the empty Starbucks cups, cans of soda, water bottles and juice boxes, along with an assorted mess of chip bags and candy wrappers. Living proof of college students who had too much time on their hands but doing their best to try and actually work hard. Steven felt that he, Laney and Tia worked hard enough for a little bit though, so they deserved a box of donuts and a couple of more coffees.
“Hell yeah! Oh maybe get a muffin too while you’re at it. I think we’ve earned the extra sugar…” Laney chuckled a little bit, bouncing in her seat as she masked her need with excitement. Tia thankfully was too caught up in the impulse to notice as she nodded with an exaggerated grin.
“Gotcha! Sit back and relax and we’ll definitely have a little break… I’ll be right back… but maybe clean this mess up a bit? Just because we’re studying doesn’t mean we should be slobs! I know this is mostly you guys’ mess!” She put her hands on her hips and lightly scolded her friends because she threw away her trash, but Steven and Laney sure didn’t.
Steven chuckled nervously as Laney fidgeted with a sheepish smile, the two of them nonverbally agreeing to clean the mess as Tia grabbed her purse and keys. “Be careful T, you don’t want me to come with?” Steven had to ask before Tia could go off for her little trip.
“Nope! I’m good! I’ve got my taser and mace! I’ll be totally fine I promise. You worry too much! A lady like me can take care of myself ya know?” Tia reassured him and asserted her own independence, and that was all Steven needed to hear as he nodded.
“All right, cool, cool you know what to do.” He gave her a thumbs up and a smile. Secretly he was glad she didn’t want him to come because then he would have to wait to come back to pee. Tia was significantly more feminine than Laney was, so Steven was just a little bit shyer around her. At least when it came to announcing personal needs like this, even if he’s done it before for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud at the moment.
Until Lily’s blushing face flashed in his mind and the image of her urinating played in his head. Her amber, hissing stream that splattered into the grass and the fact that he saw it flowing from between her legs…
Steven bit his bottom lip when he realized what he was thinking about. Why the hell did that come back to mind?!
“Atta girl! See you soon!” Thank God Laney spoke up and distracted Tia before they could see Steven’s face. The last thing he needed was some teasing because then they’d pry and pry until they eventually get the truth out of him.
Steven just couldn’t lie to them, even when he wanted to. Which is why he definitely needed to try and just keep it hidden from them and ignore the fact that watching a girl piss in front of him gave him an erection. He didn’t even have that kind of kink! Or any sort of kink! At least he thought so, he had an idea of what was attractive and sexy, but piss wasn’t one of them. Yet he was still trying to think about what force possessed him to become aroused at the sight of a cute girl peeing in front of him and admiring the stream flowing from between her legs and-.
‘No, no, no! Dammit! What’s wrong with me?!’
“Okay byeeeeeee I’ll be back~!” Tia happily waved to the two of them as Steven perked up and raised his hand to robotically wave back at her. Acting as completely normal as possible, and he praised himself for doing so as he smiled widely.
Tia didn’t seem to notice though as she left her two friends and closed the door, making Laney feel just a little bit nervous. She didn’t have Tia around to act as a buffer and now she was going to have to act quickly before Steven has a chance to tease her if he finds out that she needed to pee.
She’s been open about her needs of course but there were times even Laney felt embarrassed about that kind of thing since Steven really knew how to tease her sometimes. But she can handle it, she didn’t mind the teasing since she knew how to dish it back. Steven was fairly easy to embarrass too, and for some reason he actually looked kind of embarrassed too.
“You okay there Stevie?” She asked with real concern since his face looked a little bit flushed and he was obviously forcing a smile.
He gasped quietly when Laney did pick up on his strange behavior. Just when he thought he had it hidden well, Laney figured it out. Of course she did.
“I-I’m fine!” He stammered like an idiot and he could see Laney looking at him somewhat suspiciously as he realized he quickly needed to say something, anything before she could point out anything.
“I just have to… pee! That’s it! Haha, too much drinks ya know? Sheeeeeeeesh…” Steven quickly saved face but started to blush even more when he said it outloud. He’s announced his needs before but it was always a little bit embarrassing and even more so in front of Laney. He already prepared for the teasing as he saw her perk up and grin.
“Ohhhhhh~ You gotta pee? Is that it? Hahaha! We DID drink too much energy drinks and soda… guess it’s too much for your bladder huh?” Laney couldn’t help but tease him, he just looked so cute and funny when he was flustered like that. And he looked even cuter when he started blushing in embarrassment and narrowing his eyes at her.
“Tch, well obviously! That’s what happens when you drink at least 3 different energy drinks and a whole thing of soda!” He exclaimed and just made Laney laugh even more.
“No duh! Ah… funny that you mention that because I actually have to pee too.” Laney couldn’t lie and she didn’t lie, so she admitted that she had to go too. And now she was the one who was blushing a little bit. Which surprised Steven as he looked a little bit closer when he thought she looked even just a little bit embarrassed.
“Ha! So that makes two of us… it’s too much for your bladder too eh?” It was Steven’s turn to tease as he smirked at her mischievously, making her cheeks heat up a little bit as she grunted in annoyance. Yet she couldn’t lie, she liked it when they teased each other like this. It just felt natural and like them.
“I can hold more than you! But I think it wouldn’t be good for either of us to keep it up. So I’m gonna go first.” Laney refused to admit defeat, so instead she opted to claim that she deserved to use the toilet first. Besides if it meant getting to see her sweet Stevie squirm then that would be a bonus.
However, Steven had no intention of being so polite as he scoffed and laughed, “Not a chance Lanes. You think I’d be that nice? Nah… I mean I know people say to let ladies first but I’m a feminist and I believe that ladies can wait their turn without needing to be told to go first, so I’m gonna go first.” He moved quickly and headed towards the bathroom, but Laney bumped right into him and put her hand over his cheek.
“Ladies first is outdated! I’m only going first because I said I get to go first and it’s got nothing to do with me being a lady, it’s got to do with me when I say I’m not letting you go first!” She somewhat ranted as she and Steven grunted and tried in vain to push each other away despite the jostles it was giving to their full bladders. Laney kept her thighs squeezed together while Steven did his best to remain stiff even with the girl trying to push him away. He didn’t like the idea of being rough with her but Laney could take it, and besides he wasn’t really being rough given that he needed to have a pee and he felt his actions were totally justified.
“Well I’m not letting YOU go first either!” He exclaimed as their shoulders were pressed together in their little squabble on the way to the bathroom. Steven kept his hands to himself though, not wanting to accidentally grab anything even if he tried to shove her aside. Laney wasn’t letting up though, she used all her upper body strength and her arms to keep Steven from getting ahead as the two grunted and shouted in unison.
All Laney had to do was sneakily use her free hand to push him, and move a leg up to move herself forward as Steven felt himself being shoved back as the dirty blonde girl lunged towards the room with a big smile on her face.
“Sucker!” She laughed victoriously as Steven’s eyes went wide and he clenched his fists angrily and let out an aggravated shout.
“Ack! Laney! You sneak!” He should have seen that coming, Laney always played dirty tricks that she claimed were ‘strategies’ even though he didn’t see it as such. He preferred playing fair and using his own merit, but Laney complained that sometimes for girls they have to use their wits and other resources in order to go against anyone bigger than them. Which he understood but not in this situation where he wanted to take a simple piss!
“Sure seems fair to me!”
Laney giggles as she locks the door quickly before going over to the front of the toilet, quickly she unzipped her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties, letting them fall to the floor as she quickly stepped forward and kicked them aside so her lower half was all bare. However, she didn’t sit down because that’s actually not what Laney did whenever she had to pee. Sitting down wasn’t the way she did it, instead she lifted the lid and carefully stood in front of it.
She brought her hands down to her privates, spreading her vulva as she bent her knees ever so slightly for aim. Almost immediately a sudden and loud jet of piss burst forth, but flowed right into the porcelain thanks to Laney's aiming. Soon quickly followed by an even more audible stream of gold that loudly splashed and pummeled the toilet’s water.
PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!
“Ahhhhhhhhh~…” Laney sighed shamelessly in relief as she pissed hard and strongly without much effort, watching her stream arc straight into the water as the forceful volume of splashing filled the small room. Her flow of piss was more like a tiny waterfall in terms of strength and pressure as she stood proudly and closed her eyes, letting out more soft pants of relief as this euphoria took over her. She overdid it with all the energy drinks and caffeine but sometimes it was worth it when she got to feel this good and relieve a full bladder.
‘Oh my god it feels so good…’
It was a secret she hadn’t told Tia or Steven, and there’s no way in hell she would yet. These two were the kids she’s grown up since third grade, her best friends. They graduated together! Yet she didn’t want to tell them yet because she didn’t feel the need to yet. And besides they were both somewhat dramatic when Laney preferred to keep things lowkey.
Tia was a super girly girl who probably wouldn’t understand this kind of thing, and she’d probably freak out and experience secondhand embarrassment which would then make Laney feel embarrassed. And she didn’t want to think about how Steven might react since he was so easily embarrassed as well. Laney didn’t feel embarrassed about it, but her friend’s embarrassment ironically gave HER secondhand embarrassment.
But Laney liked doing this. Peeing standing up was not only a huge accomplishment for her but it was actually pretty fun and entertaining too, it was something she got to experiment and play around with in private. It’s one thing she felt proud to do since it wasn’t a very common skill. She’s been well versed in the world of misogyny as a young lady who played sports, watched sports, worked at a few food service places and retail stores that were mostly run by men and played video games, card games and did a little bit of live action roleplay as well. Laney never missed an opportunity to play around with ‘the big boys’ and best them at any sort of competition. And peeing standing up was just another one of those many things that she felt she could do better.
Of course, she’s never actually played a legitimate pissing contest before but one day she might just take some hapless dork on the challenge just to show them that anything a man can do, a girl like Laney Hawthorne can do better.
And feel better too. There was something even more satisfying being able to piss standing up as her stream went on and on. The pressure pausing then building up again as she continued to spray her flood, the noise not tapering off just yet. Laney sighed as she smiled at the sight, swaying her hips just a little as she played a bit with her piss. Perhaps it was a silly thing to do, but Laney didn’t care. This was a secret way she enjoyed herself and she wasn’t quite ready to be judged about it. And it felt amazing that she felt a little shiver go down her back in relief. How could she complain when she had this sweet relief from pissing?
At least that’s what she thought as she remained oblivious to the fact that her friend outside could hear more than she thought.
Meanwhile, Steven cringed when he heard loud sounds of water? That was definitely water, except when he realized it was coming from the bathroom, along with a very vocal, relieved sigh coming from Laney, his cheeks burned hot. That wasn't the sink, but he thought it WAS for a second with how loud it was.
‘Laney is… pissing!!’
He realized with slight dread as he could very much hear the unabashed splashing from outside. That was Laney’s piss? How much did she even drink? How could she even piss so hard? He thought as his face was burning badly and he took a step back, covering his mouth as he tried to tune out the sound. Which was impossible because somehow the sheer sound of Laney’s piss managed to cut through the door.
Steven wondered even though he knew he shouldn’t have even been thinking about it. He’s never once entertained the idea of Tia or Laney peeing, he knew they did because everyone did but never in a perverted sense! Yet he could hear Laney, the loud bubbling sound of water hitting water in what sounded like a strong spray of gushing piss.
Suddenly images of Lily came back to his mind. The way she stood in front of him, piss flowing from between her legs as the sound of gushing fluid spattered onto the grass. Only know the sound he remembered was being literally drowned out by Laney’s audible spray.
Why the hell was he even comparing the two?!
‘Agh…! Something is wrong with me… thinking about… about pee!’ Steven bemoaned as he covered his ears and had to find a place to sit down, almost trying to fight every single image and sound his brain was trying to conjure up. Yet he couldn’t stop thinking about it, hearing Laney pee and remembering how Lily peed was driving him crazy. He couldn’t have been fixated on this, he couldn’t have…
That wasn’t normal.
He thought, not hearing the sound of a toilet flushing and unaware that the door had opened shortly afterwards as a very relieved Laney let out a huge, shameless sigh of relief as she exited the bathroom.
“Ah so much better… okay~. Loser can go second~ Hope you didn’t pee yourself… Steven?” Laney finally saw the state he was in as he flinched and let out a startled shout.
“WHA-HUH?!” He comically screamed with wide eyes which made Laney recoil in surprise. Her friends were very expressive so she was used to it, but it was still kind of funny when they got so loud like this.
“What’s the matter? Didn’t you hear me? I said losers can go second.” She used her typical playful tone as she pointed to the bathroom, completely oblivious to what Steven was really thinking.
‘Oh I heard you all right…’ He discreetly thought as he couldn’t even muster up any feelings of competitiveness as he stood up and forced a laugh.
“HA! Second… you’re a sneaky cheater Lanes! But I will accept this second place because second is almost first!” Steven pointed at her as he managed to somehow act normal even though his cheeks were flushed and he kept his pelvis turned just in case he got semi-hard from all of his swirling thoughts about piss.
“Oh my God you’re such a dork…” Laney just laughed at this thought, she had no idea what was up with him but it was hilarious as she watched him close the door. He was so cute. She sighed at the thought as she decided to go back to the table and wait for Tia and think about how she should mess with Steven another time.
Steven couldn’t even begin to think about anything like that though, even though he was in the bathroom in front of a toilet where he could finally pee, there’s no way he could now. He was a little bit aroused and the worst part was that he was aroused just thinking about how two girls peed. One right in front of him and another just outside where he could hear.
And then he began to wonder, would Laney be able to hear him piss? The thought sounded mortifying even though Steven’s never had that type of issue before, at least not that he could remember. He and his friends don’t just talk about how they piss in front of each other since normal people don’t piss in front of each other, let alone have a discussion about that. That was super private no matter how many times Laney gave them too much information about how bad she had to pee or how she wanted to take a piss somewhere other than a toilet when she really had to go. But Laney wasn’t a normal person so Steven brushed that off.
What the hell was he going to do now? Especially now as he unzipped his pants and realized how semi-hard he was. He couldn’t believe this, he wasn’t some sort of pervert was he? Or was this a fixation? No. No way, he refused to entertain that thought. Steven didn’t like the idea of kink-shaming and he never did, but he didn’t want to think maybe he would be into anything so… vulgar and explicit. And worse, about his friend?! And a nice girl he met a while back, what would that say about him?
He wasn’t sure but he needed to do something about this boner.
“Come on… let me think about… something awful and… terrible and just not appealing in the slightest…” If he willed it to go down then he thought he would be okay. Disgusting, horrible things like… deforestation and littering. Garbage that he remembers someone dumped all over him in middle school, how mad he was and how disgusted he was because it was all full of milk and some other thing he couldn’t identify in their school lunches.
And when Tia foolishly took up Laney’s challenge at the rollercoaster in freshman year! When they ate so much corn dogs and chili that Steven felt nauseous just thinking about it. Laney told them whoever can ride the rollercoaster without puking after a bunch of junk food would get 100 dollars. Poor Tia lost horribly but at Laney and Steven’s expense since her juicy, chili-ed red and somehow greenish yellow vomit got all over them in spews and chunks that it made Steven puke shortly afterwards. How Laney somehow endured all of that without vomiting he’ll never know.
“Ugh…”
There it was, the queasy feeling in his stomach that was now weighing down on his full bladder, making him remember that he really needed to pee and right now!
“Ah…! I have to go!”
He thought outloud, crossing one ankle over the other as he realized that the seat was still down, so he lifted it up. At least until he cringed in automatic disgust when he felt something wet on his fingertips, it was small but enough to where Steven knew it was something that probably shouldn’t have been there.
“What the fuck?”
Was that piss?! Did Laney seriously piss hard enough to leave tinkle sprinkle on the seat? That’s usually what he did! And a guy thing! Girls did that too?!
‘Gross… what the hell Lanes? Then again… that’s so like her, definitely a manly woman…’
Steven didn’t know the half of it, but he assumed that Laney’s bathroom habits weren’t exactly charming either. He admired that she defied gender norms by acting just as masculine as the guys would while retaining what femininity she had, but leaving pee on the toilet seat was still gross! He recoiled in disgust as he wiped the bit of wetness off his fingers by rubbing it on the side of his pants.
Nasty. Although Steven wouldn’t lie and tell himself he’s never done that before by accident. Tia’s even smacked him a couple of times with her sandal when he did. So out of courtesy he grabbed some toilet paper real quick to wipe it off.
He was definitely not going to make that mistake though as he quickly pulled himself out so he could finally go because he needed to go. His cock was thankfully limp now that he remembered one of the grossest things in his life. And to think something disgusting saved him right now and made him feel so good as the added disgust of touching tinkle sprinkle aided him as he released his own stream into the bowl.
Pssssssssssshhhhhh
“Ah…” Steven couldn’t help but sigh heavily in relief, shoulders slumping as he felt relieved in many different ways. His bladder was emptying, he didn’t have to worry about having an erection in front of his best friends and he felt normal now that wasn’t thinking about piss at the moment. Other than his own as he stared down at his stream, it was strong enough for him to think it was healthy. Not weak or a dribble so he wasn’t having any physical issues yet. He was still young after all.
He only hoped he wasn’t terribly loud, it made noise like it usually did of course but not like Laney, she pissed like she had an ocean stored in her bladder. “Ugh…” Steven shuddered when he thought about it, even though it really bothered him for some reason.
Albeit not in a bad way, he just couldn’t shake the feeling off. The only feeling he could revel in is how good he felt now that he got to piss. He wasn’t even holding in that much, and yet he felt immensely relieved as he watched the water turn yellow as he kept peeing, God he really had too much caffeine.
If he had drunk more water his urine would be a little clearer. He and Laney usually drank water but even they needed their treats, especially when they were stressed out with upcoming tests and everything. He would have to make sure that they don’t overdo it though, last thing he wanted was for him or Laney to pick up any bad habits. Maybe she would agree to that if he talked to her about it. Even though that’s gonna be an awkward conversation.
“Phew… at least nothing’s burning I guess…” Steven thought outloud as he watched the rest of his piss jet into the bowl and slowly peter out. A small shudder running down his spine before he shook off the small drops before flushing the toilet.
However, Steven made sure to wipe down any pee that got on the toilet seat because he was a civilized person who cleaned pee off toilet seats.
And he made sure to wash his hands too so he wasn’t extra gross, but he knew Laney wasn’t that gross either.
“Ah… relief…” He came out with a pleased sigh, not unlike how Laney did earlier as she perked up and smirked when he came out.
“All better bud?” She asked him with her hands on her cheeks as she sat back at their table, and Steven couldn’t help but chuckle and smile.
“Yes I do as a matter of fact… I think I had a BIT too much caffeine…” He nervously giggled and Laney couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah? Ah same… that’s why I had to piss so bad… stuff goes right through you, more than water but that’s just caffeine for you, ironically dehydrates you more than anything.” Laney shrugged and was quite understanding and didn’t make fun of Steven for that. She actually agreed with him and he couldn’t help but feel relieved in another sense.
He thought it would be awkward but then he remembered that it was kind of hard for anything to be awkward around Laney. And then he remembered that’s why he liked her so much, and why she was a good friend to him.
“Yeah there's water in soda, it’s a shame it tastes good… and a shame that it gives us that extra boost of energy… but uh ya know it’s okay in moderation I guess, we’ll just keep an eye on what we drink and make sure we don’t overdo it eh?” Steven nudged her playfully in the shoulder, and she let out a laugh as he saw the big smile on her face.
“Yeeeeah totally! We’re still athlete's after all, can’t let ourselves go! But you’d look pretty cute if you had a little tummy on ya.” Laney then teasingly pinched the soft part of Steven’s stomach as he let out a small yelp at the surprise squeeze. She was obviously playing with him of course but that was a nervous spot that made him blush terribly.
“GACK! Lanes! I mean THANKS but still! I won’t let myself go, or at least not to where I wake up feeling like crap… and you’d better not either because too much junk will mess us up.” Thankfully they agreed with each other, and just opted to keep trying to make good choices even as stress gradually builds up.
However, right as they made this decision is when Tia decided to come back in with a box full of donuts and a tray with three cups that consisted of either coffee or juice. “I’m baaaaaack! And I brought donuts!” She chirped as Steven and Laney glanced at each other knowingly, trying not to laugh at the irony of this whole thing as Tia looked endearingly bewildered.
“What’d I miss?”
“Nothing! I’m ready for a powdered donut!” Laney happily said as she knew Tia got all their favorites as Steven snickered and opted to grab one of the juices while Laney took a coffee, a sweet vanilla bean cold coffee at that. So much for good choices. At least for tonight, they can go back to being hydrated and healthy tomorrow.
Steven was just happy that things felt back to normal for the most part since he could enjoy Tia and Laney’s couple, thinking that what strange thoughts were plaguing him were just thoughts. That’s it that’s all and that’s what he told himself.
As for Laney, well she was happy to see Steven and Tia looking happy too in spite of how much testing they had to do. It was a change for all of them and yet her feelings hadn’t changed, and she couldn’t help but think maybe, just maybe she’ll find a way to be more honest about those feelings.
‘Hmm… maybe someday I’ll tell Steven… maybe.’ |
Lia left work, and before heading home, decided she wanted to go get something to drink from a nearby coffee shop.
She was slim, irregularly short, and large-bosomed with long black hair trimmed off in the bangs.
As she walked in, the barista recognized her, and perked up “Lia!! stopping by again I see, the usual?”
”Actually, I’m feeling adventurous today. Get me one of those raspberry iced refreshers on the sign out front.” She replied.
”On it!”
Within a moment’s notice, Lia had received her drink, which was admittedly larger than anticipated. Despite that, she had managed to completely finish it before even getting home.
”Ugh whats the holdup? This stupid road hasn’t moved in like 5 minuuutes-“ She mumbled, just after sucking the last of her drink out of the cup and swallowing the ice that had been chilling it.
Traffic was abhorrently slow and Lia began getting impatient, so she quickly got off the road to find a detour to her apartment complex. Luckily, this wasn’t too challenging, and the route her navigator spat out was maybe 5 minutes longer than having stayed on the highway.
As the rough, bumpy, backroad teased her ever so slightly, Lia became aware of an urge to use the restroom.
The longer this car ride grew, the worse this feeling became known to her. She finally arrived at the apartment complex, and skipping going to her room, decided just to use the lobby restroom.
She hurriedly walked in and used her keycard to get access to the toilets- she picked the middle stall, and sat down to pee. Before she could release, however, a voice chimed up.
“Stop.”
”Huh What?” Lia replied.
”I said stop. Pull your panties back up.”
The voice was young, not any older than Lia’s, but had an authoritative tone than seemingly called Lia in to obey it’s instruction.
“Might I ask why?” Lia obliged, pulling her underwear back up to waist level.
”I want to teach you something important- about yourself. but it requires you listen and follow my every command.”
Lia was unsure why she felt so comfortable with this stranger, but she listened and let out a simple “okay?”
”Good. From now on, you will refer to me as Ma’am and nothing else. Is that understood?”
”Yes ma’am” Lia murmured.
“Good Girl. Now. I want you to take this.”
From outside the stall, an insanely large half gallon water bottle was handed over. Lia took it.
”Start drinking.”
”But-“
”Drink.”
Lia contemplated her choice but decided once again, for no reason in particular, to listen to the stranger.
”Y-Yes ma’am.”
She began drinking from the bottle.
“Stop once you reach the lines on the bottle.”
Lia continued drinking, a more than significant amount, until the water level reached the lines. Her urge to pee was growing ever faster.
“I need to uhm- pee, ma’am?” Lia said half-tone.
”Good. Hold it in. Keep your panties pulled up.”
”but I’ve gotta-“
”Remember who’s in charge here. You listen and obey, and I show you where you belong.”
”Y—yes ma’am.”
A tear formed in Lia’s eye. She for some reason felt impacted by that response. She chose to continue following her directions in order to not receive another reprimanding.
Deep down, however, a part of Lia enjoyed this. She had never been into women, or any of what she was doing for that matter, but it felt- good.
The hand once again reached over.
”Put this on.”
Lia reached out and took an unfamiliar piece of fabric, before realizing what it was. The stranger wanted Lia blindfolded.
”Yes Ma’am.” Lia said, applying the blindfold.
”Now unlock the stall door.”
Lia hesitated, but knowing what happened last time she talked back she slowly felt around the door to the lock and unlocked it.
”Good Girl. Ooooohhhh! You are quite the specimen!!”
Fingers brushed through Lia’s hair. A second hand found its way down her chest, stopping at her lower abdomen. By this point, Lia REALLY needed to pee.
”I’ll give you a choice.” The stranger said, lightly pressing her hand into Lia’s bladder. “You drink the rest of that bottle, or I give you a more- special drink.”
Lia, reminded of the amount of water left, and already squirming from the pressure, begrudgingly let out “Ill take the special drink- do I get to know what it is?”
”Remember- Do as I say and answer my questions, don’t ask anything else unless you want to be treated even worse.” The stranger reprimanded, “Now lets try that again. The Water, or my Special Drink?”
”Your special drink, ma’am.”
”Good Girl.”
Lia heard intense shuffling, which seemed to rise upwards. Two hard rubber heels placed themselves around Lia’s legs on the toilet seat.
“I am going to pour it in, okay?” “Open wide.”
Lia obliged.
Something brushed by Lia’s face and a familiar sound began- before Lia recognized the sound, a liquid hit her tongue. It was fast, warm, and a sweet yet ammoniac flavor that she was simultaneously enjoying and revolted by.
Lia realized the sound- the familiar hissing, the hot steamy liquid. She was getting urinated in.
Her mouth was nearly full of the liquid when she realized she couldn’t just let it overflow. She chokingly swallowed this woman’s steaming hot, sweet, golden liquid and felt a sort of relief as it shot down her throat.
She continued swallowing, as fast as she could, but her mouth seemingly filled up faster and faster after each gulp.
A hand found its way to Lia’s scalp, gripping her hair and slowly pulling her head to face upwards. Small amounts of pee splashed out onto her face.
The stream just seemed to get stronger and stronger, and Lia had no choice but to drink all of the pee.
She couldn’t breathe- she was losing her ability to keep swallowing and could feel it trickling on her face. Somehow, this pressed something deep down in Lia. She was turned on by this disgusting display.
As Lia became ever closer to choking, the hot flow began to slow down. She gulped the last few bits and the stream seemingly stopped. Lia gasped for air, and the stranger laughed a girly, giggly laugh.
Before Lia knew it, the hand gripped her scalp, pulled her head back, and released one final torrent of hot steamy pee all over her face.
“Oh boy, that left my lady bits a little messy, too bad the stalls out of toilet paper.” “I guess this pathetic little toilet slave will have to clean me up.”
She pulled Lia’s head in, pressing her face agains the stranger’s wet, pee-covered pussy.
”Lick. It’s not just gonna clean itself.”
Lia started licking. Cleaning up as much of the lady’s pee as she could, as the hand gripped her hair tighter and rubbed her against the pussy.
Lia had forgotten of the suffering in her own bladder, only reminded of the coming flood by a sudden and painful pang in her lower chest.
She could barely hold it.
Lia let out a loud moan, while being forced into submission. She felt gross but was simultaneously in love with everything happening. She loved serving as this stranger’s toilet.
Uncontrollably, a few drops fell from Lia’s crotch into her grey panties. a visible dark spot appeared. She panicked and clenched as tight as she could.
The stranger took notice to this, and gripped her hand around Lia’s throat, tilting her head up in the process.
“Listen here. I didn’t tell you you could let go, did I?”
”I didn’t mean to-“
”DID I?”
”No, m-ma’am.”
Lia heard the crunching of the water bottle and suddenly it was pressed against her lips.
“Drink. This is your punishment for disobeying me.”
Lia began gulping down the water exactly as instructed. She knew she couldn’t object or she would be subject to a far worse torture.
She finished the entire bottle, but was now unable to move or think- or do anything for that matter, because of her focus on keeping her bladder sealed off.
It hurt, it pressured, Lia squirmed violently, and she loved every bit of it. A different kind of wetness also plagued her panties.
A hand once again found its way to Lia’s abdomen, pressing down, and forcing small drops of pee out.
Tears formed under Lia’s blindfold, scared of what her punishment would be. Two hands gripped her on both sides and pulled her up from the toilet seat. This caused an involuntary squirt of pee into her panties- they were already soaked- and Lia’s bladder was still completely full.
”Pull up your pants.”
Lia obliged without saying anything.
”I am going to remove your blindfold. Do not even think about turning around to face me or I will make this far, far worse.”
Lia nodded. A hand wrapped around the blindfold and she caught a glimpse of a purple acrylic nail. She didn’t have the time to think about it though, as the building pressure inside of her was leaving her shaking.
”I want you to leave the restroom, and make your way to your apartment.”
”I wont be able t-“
”Go.” the stranger interrupted.
Lia shuffled out, clenching her thighs together, unsure how she would get there in time.
She walked over to the elevators. Out of Order. She was going to have to take the stairs.
As Lia entered the cold, dark, stairwell, she was utterly terrified. She began pulling her way up the stairs, tiny drops of pee falling out each step. She lived on the third floor, so it shouldn’t be too long.
She continued leaking pee all down her leg as she walked up to the stairs, her face red in humiliation, her hand pressed into her crotch.
She moved her hand into her panties to plug her pee hole before continuing to waddle up the stairs.
She reached her floor, and shuffled out down the hallway towards her apartment. She started reaching into her bag to find her keys, unsuccessfully. She couldn’t get it open with just a single hand.
She clenched as hard as she possibly could, and took her hand away from her crotch to open the bag.
It started leaking uncontrollably.
Pee started streaming down her leg, and a perverted and disgusting smell began coming off of her.
Admitting her defeat, Lia held her legs together, and submitted, releasing her hours of built up pee all over herself.
It poured down her legs and soaked into her leggings, a warm, sexual sense filled her. Her hot yellow pee filling up every crevice of her pants.
She shoved her hand into her underwear almost uncontrollably. The pee left her whole crotch slippery and just simply brushing past her clit left her weak at the knees. She fell to the floor, her pee now flowing not only down her legs but up her body as well, soaking into her shirt and face.
Lia was humiliated. And she loved every second of it. she started running her hands all over her body, massaging her slippery, pee soaked breasts and rubbing her clit. She didn’t even care she was still in the hallway. She pulled off her pants and violently rubbed her slippery clit out in the complete open.
Quicker than she ever had before, Lia came to a screaming orgasm, shaking and squirming and letting out a violent squirt of hot wet liquid all over her face and chest. She laid there for multiple minutes, soaking in her piss puddle before she heard the click of the stairwell door.
She scrambled to her feet, finding her key in her now also soaked bag, and struggling to unlock her door. A figure walks up beside her and begins unlocking the door next to her.
It’s her neighbor, Alicia. The sweetest and most heartfelt lady imaginable.
“Everything okay Lia?”
”Yeah, Im just-“
Lia paused. She recognized something.
Alicia had just gotten new nails- purple.
”Actually, Alicia, do you mind if i come into your apartment?”
Lia didn’t quite know what was gonna happen next, but she was sure it was going to be a fun night. |
I am reposting a previous story I posted earlier. I have made corrections to this story and hopefully it doesn't violate the rules of this site. Everyone involved in pee desperation is an 18-year old senior or older. It is long but it is worth reading. It has multiple wettings and desperation arcs. The main focus is the protagonist Ashlynn Avalon. She is 18 years old. Please leave a comment below with respect and positive critiquing. Also, there is no torture or acts of violence against anyone. No one got hurt nor was there blood and gore. There is mention of a sucker punch which was made against a wall and not a student. No one got hurt! And no one was roofied or drugged! Reading the story you will see it was ONLY ACCIDENTAL consumption of diuretic pills. Nothing more. If there are other concerns, just please let me know! I am happy to read whatever specific concerns and errors exist. That includes the moderators giving input. If I can fix it I will! Just tell me.
The main storyline below:
Plot: It was another cool 50°F Thursday in the month of April with the same high-pressure system hovering above. The cloud cover consisted of puffy white clouds appearing as tasty cotton candy set in the morning sky. The sky was awash with turquoise to the west diluting the dark navy of the former night sky. To the east, the sky blazed a scarlet color due to the ascendancy of the morning sun. It rose to brighten and warm this side of the Earth once kept dark and cold by the starlit sky. The birds chirped and glided in the beautifully painted sky starting their flight runs for the day. The grass, still chilled but not deterred by the leftover cold weather winds. The wind blew gently as it calmly caressed the grassy vegetation and flowers grasping for sunlight. After all, they needed breakfast for the day.
For this fiction, we will focus on a small stretch of Holden Avenue. Specifically, it was the bustle and bustle at Nolan James High School. Classes start at 7:30 and it was now 7:27 am. Last minute arrivals were clambering their way into the building and stop by their locker before going to class. One of those students was a female running frantically and awkwardly to school. She was on the opposite side of the street, waiting for the traffic to ease up, bobbing up and down while standing in one spot. It was the 18-year-old senior Ashlynn Avalon.
Although she lived a quarter of a mile away, you would have thought she could make it even by foot. It was only half an hour walking from her home to the school. Something caused this girl to arrive almost late, but what? And why was she holding her skirt while bending forward? She bobbed up and down, waiting for the cars and buses to pass by. "Damn traffic! I hope it lets up asap." She thought to herself. Car after car drove by as parents left from dropping their child or children to school. Buses also departed to their depot or other routes.
A gust of wind ruffled the vegetation, and of course Ashlynn. She whimpered and held down the front and back of her skirt. She didn't want anyone to see. After 30 seconds, the traffic light turned red, stopping traffic from moving both ways. The "walk" symbol was displayed allowing Ashlynn to cross over the cross walk. She walked as fast as possible while keeping her thighs pressed against each other. With only two minutes left, Ashlynn had to move quickly before time ran out. "At last!" Ashlynn cried out as she crossed the road and onto campus property.
By this point, the time was 7:28 am and still only two minutes left. She had to get to her locker, then first period class. And fast! The corridors were clearing up as first period drew closer, but there was still a significant density of students and staff. She went through the front entrance which was closest to her. Inside, the hallway was filled with students from every direction. Some walked upstairs while other went downstairs. Some entered the main office while others left. And others journeyed through the hallway going in either direction. In every direction, there was a gradient of students. It was impossible to travel against it, much like it was impossible to swim against the current. Assimilating into either direction meant moving fast and with the gradient, which Ashlynn couldn't easily do at this time.
She moved in quick small steps and awkwardly too, which meant possibly being pushed or shoved, or stepped on. In addition, her shoe heels made walking even more problematic. Each step felt like mini thuds which vibrated up her legs and to her abdomen. Ashlynn winced as she moved, feeling immense distress from her lower abdomen. Ashlynn felt the instinctual temptation to hold her crotch, but she was fighting this urge. Ashlynn had to get to her first class and fast. She only had two minutes left and being late wasn’t an option. She made the right and continued walking down the corridor, staying to the right of the corridor. It helped for staying out of the way of other students in a hurry. One bump was all it took for catastrophe. But what could that be?
Room after room she passed by as quickly as she could. But Ashlynn, already frantic and stressed out, wondered when she would reach the end of this corridor. "Man, this is so long. I wish they made pre-calculus closer to the main entrance.” At one point, she stopped walking and walked in one place. Ashlynn winced in pain while keeping her thighs pressed tightly and holding her crotch. Ashlynn was in trouble as she was fighting to hold back something. Even clenching her teeth wasn’t helping. Ashlynn, tired and fatigued, strained to hold back some sort of catastrophe.
She stood there for 30 seconds trying to prevent this unknown catastrophe. Her heart raced and her breathing labored during her anxious and frantic state. She looked around only to see students and classrooms. Not a single restroom could be seen due to the traffic. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." Ashlynn moaned. "Damn soda and coffee. I wish I didn't drink so much last night and this morning." Ashlynn mumbled to herself. Ashlynn was severely bursting to urinate BIG TIME! However, she didn’t have time for this. It was now 7:29 am and almost time for class.
After 20 seconds, Ashlynn her urge subsided a little allowing her to catch her breath. Each inhale and exhale were done heavily, and with great exertion. Her chest was kept somewhat impeded due to forcing her lower abdomen inward from straining to hold it. After another 10 seconds, she kept up her staggered rapid steps towards the end of the hallway. Poor Ashlynn tried to beat the flow of time but as fast as she was moving, she felt the time slipping away. Luckily, she was much closer to her locker by now. And the end of corridor stairwell.
Ashlynn had only about 35 seconds left before class started. She would have to share a textbook with another classmate this time. She didn’t want to be late again and face yet another angry fit by her teacher. The rest of the way to the stairwell was like the previous parts of the corridor. It was a minefield/death trap from a war zone/mummy trap. Students ran from one classroom to another while students ran from their lockers to their classrooms. There was every opportunity to be bumped into. Avoiding them at all costs was a must. But who was the pre-calculus teacher for the 12th grade? It was Mrs. Kay.
Mrs. Kay was the school's top high school math teacher and a real Professor Snape (without redeeming qualities). She was known for her punctuality, stern, strict and apathetic behavior towards the student body. What she taught the student had to know. Mrs. Kay taught using the 'gold-old-fashioned' chalk board and speaking while chalk writing. Mrs. Kay expected the class to keep up and not ask every two seconds about what was spoken. If you missed something she spoke or wrote, 'oh well!' Mrs. Kay didn't believe in stopping every time a student needed her to repeat something.
Mrs. Kay didn't use PowerPoint lectures to prevent 'coddling' the students. She felt it was a waste of trees and spoils the students. It was common for some students to not pay attention in class and instead looked at the printout of the lecture. Mrs. Kay didn't tolerate such disrespect and waste of her time. By no means was Mrs. Kay pro-environmental. She just didn’t care to waster her supply of paper to make several copies of the same lecture. Mrs. Kay didn't believe in extra credit. You want to succeed you pay attention in class and read the chapters. The proof came in the homework and tests. You reap what you sow!
Three things above else that Mrs. Kay hated the most was irresponsibility. Mrs. Kay was not patient and expected to start on time without fail. She hated starting late, unless there was a fire drill, lock down drill, or some other serious matter. Under normal circumstances, class began at a certain time on time without fail. And all students had to show up on time too. If a student came late, it was considered a distraction for her. Not only that, but such students had a habit of asking what they missed. Her responses were the usual caustic, unfriendly sharp comments. It wasn’t totally unwarranted, but her attitude in general was a reason for students to want to miss some of class. They didn’t want to be around her.
The next thing she hated was being asked for school notes and homework. She expected students in high school to know how to be responsible for making up the work. She didn't like being bothered having to repeat herself. It was one thing if you arrived late due to some emergency, such as the school bus or being in a car driven by the parent was hit by another driver and the student’s parent or bus driver calls in to let the main office know of being late. That way, the teachers could be informed of tardiness for an actual reason. Sleeping late and waking up late wasn’t a good reason.
The last and final thing she hated was a total disregard for doing the work. As a high school teacher, she expected the students to be more capable of handling heavy workload. Mrs. Kay gave lots of reading and homework to prevent claiming not enough practice. Plus, she knew how teenagers can get into trouble when there is nothing to do. She felt the extra work would give the "hormone-filled youths" something to do (other than texting, Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram; hanging out at night, and other trouble). Mrs. Kay spoke sharply and apathetically to whiners complaining about too much homework on top of their already busy schedule.
Whenever a student made that complaint, her response was "That is life. It's filled with many responsibilities, and it’s up you [the student] to find the time to get it done!" or "If that is your schedule, then you'd better get started! Use your study hall period or lunch period!". Even having work after school wasn't enough a reason. Mrs. Kay had it out for a couple of students over the years for one or two issues. But she definitely had it out for Ashlynn big time! Ashlynn was the only student to be tardy several times, to complain about PowerPoint lectures, to ask for extra credit, and whine about the workload.
Ashlynn's first experience with Mrs. Kay occurred this school year. On the first day of precalculus class, Mrs. Kay spoke in her usual tough and blunt manner about the school year. "This is 12th grade mathematics and being in this grade means high expectations. No nonsense, no whining, and no holding your hand. Today we will be learning about precalculus and its applications in the real world. Precalculus is about" when suddenly a student came running into the classroom and interrupting Mrs. Kay. "Sorry I'm late Mrs. Kay. Traffic was a nightmare (not false but not the full truth either). You know how it is. So, what's the first lesson?" this student asked. Mrs. Kay stood there in utter shock and appall at this student. The whole class stood there looking at this one student.
The student rummaged through her book bag still speaking "Where is it where is it ... damn it oh here it is." She took out her notebook and tossed it on the desk. Another student tapped the tardy student on the arm and pointed to Mrs. Kay. This student turned around to see her teacher with the dirtiest and scariest look ever. Mrs. Kay walked slowly and sternly over to the poor fool that just offended her. The student, seeing the expression on her teacher's face, had this intimidated and nervous look on her face.
"What's your name?" Mrs. Kay sharply asked the student. The student, gulped, then replied "M-my n-name is Ashlynn Avalon." Mrs. Kay looked at Ashlynn, then spoke. "Miss Avalon! Do you realize what time it is? DON'T SPEAK! That was rhetorical! Whether it is 1, 2, or 5 minutes late it's still late. And lateness isn't tolerated, especially someone of your grade level. By now you should know how to show up on time. Not only that, but you disrupted my class time. My time! And you know what that means?" Mrs. Kay said. Ashlynn stood there feeling so small and afraid, gulped once. She didn't know what to say and if she could say it.
"This is my time to teach and you to listen. I have lots to teach on this day and in this semester. Therefore, I expect to start on time everyday 7:30 am sharp! Not a minute before nor after! And it's 7:33 am now because I must discipline you like a small child. Utterly disgraceful. See me after my lesson is done, which might be done after the bell rings to end this period. And don't whine to me about being late for your next class. You will leave when I say so." Mrs. Kay snapped. She turned back to the class and started her lecture. Ashlynn sat down quietly and carefully.
As for the end of class, she spent 3 minutes past the end of class to allow her teacher to finish her lecture. Even after the lecture was finished, Mrs. Kay kept the tardy urchin even longer (while letting the rest of class leave) to 'speak' with her. Plus, she wrote Ashlynn up to the school principal. From then on, she understood what rude awakening she would have to endure for this second half of her senior semester. Ashlynn learned she had to be timely or else face her wrath of her new math teacher.
Besides the basic math operations, fraction, decimals, rations, measurements, and basic elementary geometry, she was terrible in math. During her years in middle school, Ashlynn earned a low final grade point average due to her low grades in math. Even in high school, Ashlynn did terribly in math except for her math in everyday life class. Algebra, trigonometry, and other high math was alphabet soup to her. It required her to think outside the box which overtaxed her mind. It also didn’t help that some of her math teachers weren’t great. The only math teacher she knew was the most helpful was her 3rd grade math teacher Mrs. Sigma.
This same problem was just as prevalent in her pre-calculus class too. Her teacher had it out for her and gave lots of homework. Her lectures were quick, and she rarely stopped lecturing (even for a second) to allow the students to keep up. There was only 45 minutes in a period, but still. Mrs. Kay also had it out for Ashlynn too. It made it hard to learn well in this class for Ashlynn and do the homework proficiently. Plus, her nerdy brainy friend couldn’t always help due to her own responsibilities. The workload involved reading a few (but very long) chapters a week, keep up with her lectures, and do lots of homework. The homework involved showing all the work for each math problem and typing chapter summaries for each chapter.
The summaries had to be shown in Microsoft Word, not handwritten. Mrs. Kay knew handwritten work can be erased or changed. But typed work showed exactly what was done. Plus, typed work was much more neat than hand-written work. Ashlynn hated taking the tedious time to do all this on top of her other assignments. She always ended up staying up late into the night for the math homework and some of the other homework. The rest had to be done during her lunch break or free period. She couldn't do her homework after school hours either. Like most seniors, she had to contribute towards expenses.
Since August of last year (following passing her junior year), Ashlynn found employment at a local mall department store to help pay for the rent. Her single mother Avana Avalon worked two jobs already to pay for the expenses. Her primary job was at a pharmaceutical company 15 miles away into the city. Her hours started early in the morning and ended after 5 pm. The commute back was a nightmare due to rush hour traffic which took 96 minutes-drive home. On the weekends, she worked her remote home data entry job for a local firm here in town. And yet, the income she brought was still not enough to cover the rising cost of rent thanks to new tax laws and an apathetic landlord.
Now Ashlynn had to earn a living to pay for at least a tenth of the rent. The job she had required her to work from 3:00 pm until about 8:30 pm. That left little time for doing her homework and studying. Lately her manager required all the staff to work late due to a shortage of workforce. A few coworkers weren't available for work for various reasons. A few left their job for higher education, one retired, and two got into a serious car accident. They wouldn't be returning until after a few months. Because of this, at times she had to work until 9:45 pm. After punching out, she had to wait another 10 minutes before being picked up by her mother. Avana didn’t want her child coming home at night alone.
It was this reason Ashlynn woke up late and came to her first day of precalculus late. It wasn't the last time either. Sometimes she was tired from work and didn't finish her assignments, especially the time consuming and boring assignments. At times, that included her math homework. Sometimes, Ashlynn couldn't think straight or stay awake. On one occasion, she struggled to stay awake and end up falling asleep on her desk. Ashlynn tried her best to stay awake despite constantly falling asleep even for a few seconds.
However, one time she fell asleep and missed 15 minutes of the lecture. Mrs. Kay rudely woke her up and snapped at her. Mrs. Kay was so furious and didn’t want to hear Ashlynn’s side of the story. She tried to defend her position which only out her in more hot water. "Don't take that tone with me you disrespectful brat. That's it young lady we are going to the Principal's Office for your behavior and your rampant disrespect in my class. Ashlynn replied, "But I'm not the only one to show up a little late or come short in class.”
Mrs. Kay was livid and utterly fed up. Her face was beet red, and she had a punishment suitable for the whole class. "Then perhaps our school Principal should speak with this class and other classes after I report you. It seems I have been too nice. Everyone, 10 points off your next test already and more homework. For each word problem, write the whole work and a paragraph explaining the work. Plus, each poorly written chapter summary will result in 2.5 points taken off your next test. And you’re spending your lunch and study hall period with me for the next two weeks!” The whole class, including Ashlynn, was shocked by this. For the rest of the semester, the whole class hated Ashlynn who became the talk of the school as the newest bad student. She was now personal non grata.
During her detention, she had to perform difficult math problems on the chalk board. Or she had to write 'I will not arrive late or disrespect Mrs. Kay again!' for the whole period. And it had to be done whether she was tired or not. And it didn't matter whether she had to urinate or defecate. This teacher was determined to make her suffer. And worse, the school Principal voiced his disappointment plus disgust for her behavior. The principal Mr. Calhoun phoned her mother too. Even her own mother was disappointed in her daughter. She did know how hard it was for Ashlynn.
But she couldn’t afford to take Ashlynn to another school. And she knew how immature her daughter was when it came to math. "Ashlynn you can't be mouthing off only to get expelled. I can't afford you to stay another year in another high school. I will make sure you get up on time. But you must do your work and pay attention." Ashlynn had no choice but to comply and stay out of trouble. It was hard on them due to the landlord and high cost of price in their town. But they couldn't move at this time. And Avana needed Ashlynn to finish school to continue working.
Back to the main story line (the present). Ashlynn had only 35 seconds left before class. In addition, Mrs. Kay wanted the chapter summaries for this week. Ashlynn stayed up until almost midnight summarizing chapters 12-14 from her huge textbook. And boy did it weight a ton. But she had to make it or else. There was no room for error. After 10 seconds, she made it to the stairwell. “Finally!” she thought as she could just make it up the stairs and get to class. Suddenly a loud noise permeated the whole school. It sounded off in all directions.
"Oh not this again. I can't show up late again. She's going to kill me-aaaaaaahhhh." Ashlynn was in serious distress trying to hold back the impending flood of doom, but now was not the time to seek relief. Ashlynn had to leave the building because of another fire drill. As per school policy, everyone (school staff and students) had to evacuate the school building during a fire drill. No one was to remain in the classroom or any of the restrooms. In the event of a real fire, the school building was off limits period! Ashlynn was not only caught off guard, but annoyed and bursting. Ashlynn had no choice but to join another class. As per school policy, she had to join with her class or another class and report to that teacher. When the main office staff would take attendance, that student would be reported to the appropriate teacher.
The nearest class was the Italian language class taught by Mrs. Giordano. Ashlynn went over to her (trying not to show her desperation) and reported herself plus which class she was to attend at this time as usual. The class walked to the nearest exit and went outsides in the breezy morning environment. Ashlynn walked in the back of the class and tried to keep up. She tried not to show her desperation in front of anyone. All she could do was put her hands on her abdomen. Once outside, Mrs. Giordano’s class stood outside a safe distance from the school building.
Students and teachers kept pouring out from the building, finding safety from the supposed fire. The alarm kept sounding incessantly for the danger of a fire. Slowly but steadily, the building was emptied from the first floor to the third floor It usually took about 2 minutes to clear out the building followed by 2 more minutes for additional attendance. Ashlynn's only concern was to avoid Mrs. Kay’s anger and eventually use the girl’s room. She stood there trying not to show her desperation and the danger she was in. But standing up straight was just impossible.
She kept her legs pressed tightly together, wincing, and softly moaning as she fought another wave of desperation. It didn't help being outside in this cold weather threatening to cause an accident. The wind chill added to the cold feeling outside.
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It was now 7:37 am and still now word to re-enter the building. The alarm took 4 minutes to sound off (2 more than usual). Now they stood outside waiting for permission to go back inside the warmer building. It was very quiet except for the whispers of some students, school staff and the Principal. "Was everything okay? Was there a fire? Did someone get hurt?" No one had a clue. Attendance was taken and reported as full. The sun kept rising, shining brightly, as a golden beacon in the heavens outshining the once starry night. Even the moon was no competition to the sun. Some students were unaffected by the breezy weather while others hugged and rubbed themselves to stay warm.
Ashlynn was one of those students, still bursting and cold. She didn't have a jacket from leaving out the door in a hurry. In her mind, Ashlynn pleaded for things to end and allow her back inside the school. "How long will this take? I have to pee so bad. O I wish I went before going to bed last night." The urge to urinate kept coming back and her urethra kept throbbing. Each time she felt the urge disappear it came back and more slightly more intense. It didn't help that a cool breeze was making her shudder. Ashlynn could feel her pent-up ocean slowly ooze its way close to the exit corridor of her urethra.
All it took right now was one big shudder to make her relax and out comes the unstoppable flood. At one point the breeze nearly lifted her skirt on the back. Luckily, Ashlynn caught it in time. Although she tried not to make a show, Ashlynn couldn't help but bob up and down, keeping her legs pressed against each other, and keep her hands pressed against her area between her legs. When will this end? When can she return inside the building? These thoughts permeated her mind while she was outside. Finally, at 7:43 am, word was given to return inside the building. One by one, everyone began going back inside and to their classes. Ashlynn joined the Italian class back inside the school building.
Ashlynn walked carefully as each thud against the ground sent vibrations upwards. She could feel her ocean slosh around as it crashed against her bladder and the muscles beneath. They felt like ocean waves crashing against the shore creating a feeling of pins and needles. Or like the jabs at the palace door by an angry mob of people like those in France 1789. Not a good day for King Louis VI and Marie Antoinette! Once inside, Ashlynn made a left for the stairwell. Ashlynn had to walk with the gradient of students making their way upstairs too.
It was hard for her to walk up those steps and quickly due to her predicament. Each step, each vibration, all caused her ocean to slosh around, and her outer defenses to quiver. One person behind her heckled her to move faster. "Impatient jerk!" she thought. Half the flight of stairs was 15 steps which meant one flight was 30 steps. You can imagine the tribulation. Ashlynn walked quickly while hunched and awkwardly. And walking while limiting her breathing wasn't helpful. While it was instinctual to put her hands in her crotch, making a spectacle was out of the question. Furthermore, she kept one hand on the back of her skirt the whole way up. "Stupid school! We pay so much in school taxes to our district and they can't attach a few elevators."
Ashlynn hated traveling up the stairs when she had to go. Today wasn't the first time she felt a need to go while going up the stairs. And since skirts were short it was possible a boy or two might see what a girl is wearing. There was always that one moron male who tries to look up a girl’s skirt. At last, the final step on the second floor was obtained. She already had her right foot on the top step (therefore the second floor), when suddenly an impatient student pushed Ashlynn aside. "Whoa!" she whimpered as her balance was disrupted. Ashlynn managed to catch her balance by grabbing the hallway doors, standing to one side. No one bothered to check if she was okay and just kept walking forward. Ashlynn stood there holding the door and her face turned away from the crowd of students.
Her face was beet red from what just happened. Amid losing her balance, she almost had an accident. Thank goodness it wasn’t much worse. She did feel a dribble escape her and ooze down the middle. Ashlynn allowed the crowd of students to finish passing by until the hallway was clear. She couldn't take another jostling by an impatient jerk. Hopefully the coast would clear up enough she could continue her trek to her classroom, which honestly, was two doors away on the right. Ashlynn kept her left leg in front of the right leg trying to keep it closed.
After about 30 seconds, the hallway became less dense and safe enough for Ashlynn to keep moving. She hurried over as fast as she could. Ashlynn didn't see her class walk by and assumed perhaps they didn’t return yet. However, she would learn her assumption was wrong. As soon as she walked inside, she stopped to see her teacher was already speaking her lesson. This wasn't good for Ashlynn. Mrs. Kay's back was turned towards the doorway, giving her time to quickly find a seat. Furthermore, she hoped her teacher wouldn't notice she just arrived.
She looked around for an empty desk and seat. A student in the first row pointed to a desk in the back still vacant. Ashlynn hurried as fast as she could before her teacher turned around. Sadly, her fortune became misfortune as her name was thundered. "Miss Avalon!". Ashlynn flinched from being startled by her teacher, dribbling yet again. This time, the dribble merged with the previous dribble and a droplet fell to the floor. Ashlynn slowly turned to face Mrs. Kay who was already annoyed by the drill and now by the same student that appeared late again. Ashlynn knew what was coming next and still tried to pretend she just made it. "G-good morning-" "GOOD MORNING! Really? I dare say not for it's a terrible morning." Mrs. Kay snapped Ashlynn tried to speak but she was cut off again.
Ashlynn, on the verge of an accident, trying to hold back the ocean made worse by her fight or flight response. She managed to hold back the growing ocean inside her. Poor Ashlynn didn't have time to wipe or relieve herself. But her focus now was trying not to have an accident while making it through what was to happen next. The whole class was silent as they awaited what fresh hell Ashlynn caused now for being late again. You would have thought the teacher would move on and not let this get to her. Ashlynn did just arrive more or less on time. But nope! Mrs. Kay wasn’t letting this go.
"I don't know what to do about you. I just don't know with you. You have been warned what would happen if you came late and still you can't make it on time ........ I can't do this anymore. Please see me after class with your chapter summary. Now .... sit down!" Mrs. Kay spoke sternly. Ashlynn shakily sat down while Mrs. Kay continued her lecture. It was now 7:52 am and the class ended at 8:15 am. Ashlynn had to endure about half an hour of what seemed to be Greek. The lesson focused on deriving the slope for logarithmic equations. "As I have discussed, logarithmic graphs either follow base 10 or the constant e. For base 10 we wrote log10(x) or lne(×)."
Ashlynn tried her best to focus on the lecture and look like she was writing notes in her notebook. Mrs. Kay kept looking in her direction making sure she wasn't being ignored. She wrote in quick sentences to eventually one-line sentences, and the graphs were also being drawn quickly. Ashlynn had one hand on her notebook while the other was clutching her front to better hold it. Worse off, she had to sit in her damp skirt. She felt dirty and uncomfortable. But there was nothing she could do right now. Her bladder was becoming more distended as more fluid was dumped into it. Where was it all coming from? Why was her body dumping all this extra fluid into her bladder? Her predicament only made Ashlynn more restless, shifting in her seat and knocking her knees together.
With time, she could no longer hold her pencil properly. Her notes became scribble that wasn't legible. The faster she wrote her notes down the less organized they became. Ashlynn missed certain things while misspelling others. Her notes were filled with cross outs, chicken scratch, and sloppily drawn graphs. Ashlynn leaned forward wincing and holding herself more so than taking notes. She instinctively began crossing one leg over another, and vice versa. But even that was making things worse, not better. Several times she had to stop writing to hold herself because her need became overwhelming.
It felt a combination of a dam facing extreme pressure and a palace door banged on by a mob of angry dissidents. It was incessant throbbing at the exit corridor. Ashlynn was already tired from last night and her body (rudely awakened for school) was still tired. She longed for the lesson to be over soon before the flood broke through. No. She longed to go home and sleep for the day. For Ashlynn time couldn't move any slower as it trailed by at a snail's pace. What's a girl to do when she must unleash her golden ocean? And there was no way she was going to ask for permission for the bathroom from the likes of Mrs. Kay.
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It was now 8:10 am and now Ashlynn couldn't wait for the period to end. She wanted to make a quick b-line out of the classroom. Ashlynn was holding herself more often, unable to pay attention at all. "As you can see here" Mrs. Kay said as she explained another graph. She walked towards everyone's left as she spoke. Amid teaching, Mrs. Kay closed the door to the classroom in anticipation by Ashlynn. But Mrs. Kay saw Ashlynn look at the clock. "This won't go her way" she thought. Mrs. Kay made it clear she wanted to see that disrespectful, tardy urchin after class.
Ashlynn felt trapped by this barracuda of a teacher seeing no way out for her now. "Mmmmmmh .... mmmmmmh" whimpered Ashlynn, breathing hard trying to hold it. She shifted the position of her feet, putting her knees together, her calves shaking as she fidgeted in her seat. "Why won't this teacher get off my back?". It would be another 5 minutes before at last, the bell rang ending the first period. But Mrs. Kay kept the class another two minutes to finish her lecture and prevent the escape of her target.
"Hold on! I have two more minutes. Stop whining. This is 12 the grade. I will say when you leave. Not a stupid bell." Mrs. Kay continued her lecture for the next 2 minutes more about logarithmic functions and determining how to calculate intercepts. The rest of the class had to sit there and listen, hating Ashlynn again. Even the student who helped her out was annoyed, but felt this time was unnecessary. Two minutes later the lesson was done.
"And that's the end of this week's lecture on logarithmic functions. You have to perform problems 1-19, 22, 24-29, and 32 from chapter 5 of your textbooks. Class dismissed." Ashlynn like other students began putting her books away. It was hard to bend down with a distended bladder that also pushed down against her urethra. But her suffering wasn't over for Mrs. Kay approached her. Mrs. Kay had this dirty stern look to her. Those eyes were black as the callous swirling void within a black hole. There was nothing but darkness and the apathy that crushed all life and hope of escape.
Ashlynn couldn't think of anything to say. "I have had enough of your tardiness and disregard towards me. You are no senior. You are a child with no sense of respect nor discipline. Don't give me excuses. This is my time wasted due to your tardiness, and you haven't learned anything. Your grades are atrocious with your 70's and your homework answers are pathetic. Don’t tell me you tried. I am done with you, you incorrigible nightmare. Give me your chapter ... no don't bother. It's not worth grading. Now ... get out!" Ashlynn got up and left.
Ashlynn didn’t waste time for the bathroom. She had to go badly and didn’t think she could wait longer. She made her way to the middle of the corridor stairwell bathroom. But once she was a few steps away, she was met by a line of seniors. Ashlynn decided to try the one on the third floor. That meant having to make the trek up the stairs again. She sucked in more air to make the journey. Luckily, she wasn’t heckled or jostled. Again, each step she took was torture. She could feel the ocean sloshing inside herself. It all added to her wave of desperation and her frantic state of mind. Ashlynn had to hold on. She did have half a mind of letting it go here and now. Her class was 5 doors away and near the middle stairwell.
Once on the third floor, she was met by her next period teacher, Mr. Gable. He wasn't as strict or harsh as Mrs. Kay, but he also expected punctuality from seniors. Ashlynn looked at her wrist-watch to see only 20 seconds left. She had to pick up the pace before risking another tardiness. "Hi Ashlynn. Listen I have to go to the main office. I'll be back in 5 minutes. The Do Now problem is on the marker board. While waiting for me get ... oh that's the bell. Just get started while you wait for me." Mr. Gable said, then walked away.
Ashlynn was presented a chance to check out the girl's room and come out. She limped into the bathroom and went to check for a stall. The first stall was taken while another senior girl used the urinal. It was one of those urinals that went down to the ground level. Ashlynn hated those due to lack of privacy. There was another stall vacant and accessible. 'Thank gawd. Relief!" Ashlynn cried staggering inside. But she was to be disappointed again. The seat was covered with wet toilet paper. Plus, the toilet bowl was filled to the brim because someone stuffed too much paper and tried to flush. Even worse was the lack of toilet paper. "I can't use this stall!"
Ashlynn was defeated again. "What happens here? Why can't I just go pee?" she thought. Ashlynn had no choice but to leave the bathroom and go to her class. Her situation was worsening but she wasn't prepared to openly urinate. Besides the door could open any time and the view would be something for anyone still passing by. It was now 8:21 am and still the stall was occupied. (Side joke! Her ocean is gold! Too bad she can't get rich from it!) She had no choice but to sit down and wade it through. She knew full well her teacher wasn't going to allow her to make a trip for the bathroom just as he walked into class.
Ashlynn took off her backpack and put it on the ground. She crouched down to take out the appropriate books, which only added to her dilemma as last time. But it was worse now due to fighting this intense wave of desperation. The exit corridor throbbed as the wave pulsated incessantly. She desperately wanted to cup her hands over her front area to give some peace of mind. Alas, that meant drawing attention to herself and didn’t doing it. What was this unearthly urge? What was this ocean of gold? In the past, she felt desperation but not this bad. This was just unsettling and poor Ashlynn didn't know what to make of it.
Ashlynn rocked back and forth in her seat while shuffling her feet across the floor during the lesson. The lesson was on gravity and tension upon an object. "Any object held in place by ropes feels tension. The object is being pulled down by gravity. If the net force of gravity and the tension are equal, the object remains in that position unable to move in any direction in an ideal system." Mr. Gable said.
Ashlynn wasn't keen on physics either although it required far less complicated math. She wasn't math and science oriented by nature and preferred creative, artistry, and acting. Understanding the scientific concept behind how the world worked was also something she struggled with. In lamens terms, she knew that a ball thrown into their air would come down, that planets went around the sun, and a bullet moving at great speeds could do serious damage. But concepts like vectors versus scalar, calculating the strength of gravity, and particle physics would elude her a little. This class would be from 8:19 to 9:04 am.
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The whole class period was spent learning how to calculate the force of tension using angles, gravity, net-force, and kinematics vectors. The force of gravity was usually described with a down arrow while tension was described with an up arrow. One of the problems was as follows.
A weight held in place by a rope, with a mass of 75 kg, and an upward tension of 700 N, held 80 m off the ground:
1. How much weight of gravity (Fg)?
2. How much is the net force?
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| | ⬆️ T=700N
| ● _
| m=75 kg. |
| ⬇️ Fg | H=80m
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----------------- Fg=? _
The whole class took a moment to answer this question. Some tried performing mathematical work to determine the answer. If the net force was equal that meant the force of tension and the force of gravity were equal. The object in the system was not going to move up or down. But if it wasn't, then the object moved in a particular direction. Of course, the star nerd of the school, Octavia Starr answered the question in no time. She was the science and math nerd of the whole school and famous for her outstanding grades. "The answers are 735.75 N and the net force is 35.75 N. The net force is not zero." Octavia said. "Very good Octavia. As always, doing superb." Mr. Gable replied.
Ashlynn didn't care for the lesson at this point. Her focus was on staying dry. Her notes were scribbles too and frantically written. She had to take the time to hold herself down there from time to time to answer her massive wave of desperation. As time passed, she just couldn’t do it anymore. She sat there holding herself and wincing. She tried to listen to this one teacher despite the subject. He was a nice man, but she just couldn’t focus. She shook her leg incessantly and shifted her feet. She tried crossing her thighs but moving only made the urge worse.
She scrunched her toes several times, as part of her nervous desperate tick. As time passed, Ashlynn shifted her feet (standing them on her toes) side to side, shaking her ankles and changing the direction of her toes. As of this moment Ashlynn was shaking her knee up and down, so quickly it presented as a minor disturbance for a few students nearby. Ashlynn tried to lessen the pressure on her urethra and the pain in her bladder, but alas it wasn’t working.
It was now 8:57 am and still only 7 minutes left. You'd think time would move faster when you're not paying attention. Today, the opposite happened when you keep looking at the clock. I wonder if it's a quantum phenomenon (double slit experiment! Hint hint!). But Ashlynn had to go now. She raised her hand for the bathroom. "Mr. Gable may I please go to the bathroom. I have to go!". Mr. Gable replied "We have about 7 minutes left. You'll just have to hold it. As I was saying …" Mr. Gable continued his lesson.
----------------------the drug lab-----------------------
Avana Avalon (Ashlynn's mom) arrived at work, frantic as usual. Her work shift starts at 9 am, and right now she had 3 minutes left before her shift starts. Like her daughter, Avana had to find relief like crazy. She got out of her car, grabbed her purse, shut the driver's side door, locked the car doors with the alarm on, and ran towards the front entrance. "Oh gawd oh gawd" she said over and over again. She pulled out her security card, swiped it, went inside and punched in. She made a b-line for the restrooms in the back despite wearing closed toed shoes. They hurt her feet, but that wouldn't be as bad as having an accident on company property.
She burst into the ladies' room and pushed open the stall door. Once inside the stall, Avana closed the door shut. Avana proceeded to unzip and unbutton her trousers, lower it and sat on the toilet. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh" she said in relief. Her pent-up ocean jetted out and splattered underneath her. Avana didn't care that her upper thighs felt assaulted by tiny bullets latching on to her underside. Right now, the feeling of sweet relief was ecstasy. "Geez! All those coffees finally came out plus my medicine." Avana looked at her wrist-watch and chose to forgo wiping. She had one minute left. Normally, she would have done so rather than pull up her trousers, but this time was different. "I'll just have to go home and shower later."
Avana flushed and got out of the stall. She washed her hands and got out of there. Avana met with her supervisor to discuss the details of today's work. "Good-morning Mr. Supervisor. What can I do for you this morning?" Avana asked her supervisor.
-------------------back at school---------------------
Back at school, Ashlynn wasn't as lucky as her mother. She was struggling to hold on as her bladder pained in the last 7 minutes. Her bladder was so full and still expanding, making more room for the ever-growing ocean. She felt sick to her abdomen from holding it and the stinging feeling from her full bladder. Her mind was flooded by neurotransmitters stating it was time to go. In addition, her bladder contracted once to try to force out this ocean which only put more pressure against the exit. That meant more waves of desperation and more throbbing. It sent her brain messages too.
"Danger danger please release me from this gargantuan beast of an ocean. We can't hang on forever. Pressure reaching serious!". Ashlynn grimaced in pain begging the bell to save her from class time (get it! Saved by the Bell!"). As with precalculus class, she didn't write very much in her physics notebook. Her handwriting was atrocious due to her frantic nature and shaky hand. She barely paid any attention being a recluse in her own world. Ashlynn had the privacy to display her desperation, to an extent
It was 9:00 am and still the bell didn't ring. Ashlynn looked at the clock with a longing to leave. Her books were already closed and in her bag. Ashlynn shook her right leg waiting to be done. She felt horrible she didn't pay any attention to this nice teacher. But her need was too much. "Come one come one stupid minute hand turn. Turn!" she whispered to herself. Trying not to appear rude she turned back to Mr. Gable speaking about angles and determining force of tension against force of gravity.
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● weight
°=angle of some degree, 90°, 145°, etc.,
⬇️ Fg=force of gravity
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"We use the trigonometry cosine of theta. Theta is an angle in this case. By determining the cosine of the angle, we can determine the force of tension." Mr. Gable continued his lecture on the matter. Ashlynn kept her focus on staying dry pleading for class to end. Suddenly, Ashlynn heard her name being called. “Ashlynn, can you tell the class how we can determine the cosin of theta for the above scenario?” She was dumbstruck as she didn’t pay attention to the lesson shown. “Uuuuuuuuhhhhh …. Uuuuhhh … uuummmm ….” "Ring" "We will pick this tomorrow. Read chapter 5 for tonight. The homework is on your syllabus!" Mr. Gable said as the students began putting their stuff away and leaving the classroom.
Ashlynn didn't wait and got up to, moving with the crowd. She made a right towards the girl's bathroom. Ashlynn felt every slosh and swish of her pent-up ocean as it made her exit dam quiver. She could feel today's lesson as her bladder pained. The force of gravity pulled on her already heavy and full bladder. Due to the weight of gravity, it began expanding onto nearby structures, such as the subsequent exit corridor below. While en route, she felt her bladder spasm. Since her class was in the opposite direction of her physics class, she decided on going to the bathroom nearest her next class (9:09-9:54). After about 20 seconds, she stopped and moved to one side. Another wave of desperation swept by forcing Ashlynn to deal with it. She lifted her left leg, wrapped it around her right leg, and moved it up and down as she bobbed in place. "Errrrrrrrrrrr" she whimpered.
She had to keep it inside, even if it was uncomfortable. Having an accident openly was unthinkable. She already dribbled urine earlier this morning and couldn't do it again. After 30 seconds, Ashlynn kept moving forward towards the bathroom. The hallways brimmed with the hustle and bustle of students at their lockers, going to class and/or the bathroom. At one point, her wave of desperation came back forcing her to stop again. She kept her legs pressed together followed by wrapping her left leg around her right one. Suddenly, she was pushed by another senior rushing to class. He ran fast and discourteously past several persons in the hallway.
Ashlynn was thrusted forward two steps causing her to spurt twice. She immediately closed the exit corridor (urethra) closed. But the damage was done. She stood still trying to fight the wave of desperation as hard as she could. Ashlynn was becoming more frantic and agitated now that she spurted twice on top of dribbling twice. She was having an accident in public and on school grounds. She continued standing there trying not to have an accident. She kept her legs pressed tightly together, bending forward, and wincing as she fought off another wave of desperation.
Ashlynn was in danger of urinating where she stood and needed the bathroom fast. She got herself under control for now and kept walking awkwardly towards the bathroom. Each small frantic step she took meant getting to relief sooner. Ashlynn couldn't wait for relief as she had desired it for so long this morning. With only two minutes left before class Ashlynn had to get relief fast. As soon as she was 10 paces away, she quickly staggered inside, pushing open the door frantically, saying openly "Oh I have to pee I have to pee" repeatedly.
Ashlynn came inside only to be greeted with occupied stalls and an empty urinal. The urinal was attached to the wall and above the ground. Unfortunately, it was too high for Ashlynn. She wasn’t tall enough even for being on her toes nor was she going to make a spectacle in front of others. "Oh come on!" she yelled. She paced back and forth bobbing up and down like a little schoolgirl. Time was running out as her next class was approaching. Her next class was marine biology taught by Mr. Warner. He was passionate about marine biology and expected the students to attend on time and do the work.
Mr. Warner was one of those pro-environment, anti-pollution, anti-big business people. Above else, he wanted to educate the next generation on the importance and beauty of nature's wonders that was the aquatic life. It was more than learning about what's a fish, a squid, what's an oil spill and keeping the Earth's waters clean. It was about inspiring the younger kids about what is life, understanding life, and how to treat it. To Mr. Warner, it was about so much more. Genetics, evolution, food chain, habitats, environmental influences, treatment of the aquatic life, human actions, and how it all ties in. And they can't be found anywhere else in the universe.
For the next 1 minute she waited outside for one of the stalls to become available. Even if it was half her bladder full, it was better than nothing. "What does a girl have to do to get to a bathroom stall? Hey open up! Damn it I have to pee!" Ashlynn yelled. One of the other senior girls replied "Go away. I'm busy here!". Ashlynn couldn't believe what was going on here. Again, she was denied as her pain grew. Her bladder became more distended and more pained. What was making her bladder fuller? Suddenly, the swishing of water could be heard indicating the flush handle was pushed. Ashlynn was filled with relief as at last she could urinate. The thought of relief nearly made her spurt again as her exit door quivered from the throbbing.
Sadly the stall door didn't open. Ashlynn had 30 seconds left and no time to waste. Ashlynn had to go now or never. She banged on the door, calling out to the person on the other side to hurry up. But again, she was rejected by the other person. Ashlynn had no choice but to leave in defeat. She had to go to class and wait another 45 minutes or somewhere during class period for relief.
------back in the above girl's bathroom-----
Back in the bathroom, three female students emerged. It was none other than the infamous elite. It was the Tri Royalty Brigade. It consisted of three females (each female 18 years old) Camilla, Priscilla, and Ursula. Their ringleader was Camilla. She led her ladies towards not just being on top but also maintaining a certain image.
Camilla: These toilets are disgusting. Regular folk have no sense of decency. They just do their business like animals. Girl's, it's time to raise this complaint once and for all. We won't stand for slip shoddy work at the hands of plebians. We need professionals who understand what cleanliness means.
Priscilla: I agree. They say they work hard while they slacked off. And they criticize us upper class folk for having mansions and shiny bathrooms. It's because we believe in high standards.
Ursula: The class president Melanie is too busy building bridges than exposing laziness in this school.
Camilla: Don't worry. I’ll set Melanie straight when the time permits. Also, I heard Mrs. Kay became upset with a female senior for arriving late again. How old are you arriving on time is so hard? That person doesn't deserve to be here let alone call herself a senior.
-------------------back to Ashlynn-------------------
It was now 9:09 am in marine biology class. Mr. Warner arrived on time as usual. He began asking for chapter summaries and subsequent questions to answer for homework. Ashlynn, being so busy, forgot to do the questions. She arrived home late and afraid of Mrs. Kay, plus studying for a test. She fell asleep trying to finish marine biology homework. She had to submit what she had to receive what could be graded. By now, Ashlynn was exhausted but couldn't yawn due to her need to relieve herself. It would be another 45 minutes before she could leave again for the bathroom. Or she could ask in the middle of class period.
From 9:09 am and onwards, her teacher lectured about the life of mollusks and squids. The lecture was as slow as the last two lectures.
-----------------back in Study Hall-------------------
Study Hall usually occurred in another part of the school library. There students went to find the library books they needed or to study during this type of free period. It was usually quiet unless two students worked together for studying or a project. One of the students was Octavia Starr studying for her Science of Natural Disasters test. She looked over her notes from Earth Science class and textbook, as well as her current notes. Words, sentences, and paragraphs were absorbed like a sponge absorbing water by this girl.
However, as focused as she was her mind was diverted elsewhere. "What was with her? Why did she seem so strange fidgeting and sort of in pain?" Was she okay?" Octavia thought. One voice in her mind said she must not lose focus for her exam. Another voice said she must be curious about what's happened to her best friend. Like a Star Trek Vulcan, she stayed objective on the mission and studied for her exam.
------‐--------back to Avana Avalon--------------
It was 9:15 am at Drugtopia Pharmaceuticals, Incorporated, teeming with laboratory workers galore. Some worked independently, while others in a group. This was work coordinated by management and dictated to the employees at the lower echelon of the organization. All departments coordinated their efforts despite being independent from each other in some way. For example, the packaging department did their own specific duties separate from the laboratory department. But it was all coordinated by upper management down to the supervisors and to the workers.
Back in the laboratory, Avana was set to test a pain reliever for its ability to dissolve in the machine. She was documenting the number of lots to run in their dissolving machines and under specific parameters set forth by an already made procedure. All tests followed specific procedures which had to be strictly adhered to. Avana was filled with relief but slowly feeling a small pang growing again. "I'll have to go again thanks to my water pills." Avana put it out of her mind for now until it was a real problem. All testing had to be done in a timely manner to meet manufacturing quotas (of course she had to it correctly) and pick up her daughter at some point.
Avana had high blood pressure and urine retention due to the stress of being a single, working parent, and a long-standing complication from a car accident. Her medications were a diuretic pill and a drug for urinary retention. The drug for urinary retention was a muscle relaxant to allow the flow of urine (I take it too).
------------back to Ashlynn's school------------
It was now becoming late morning with the sun shining a bright yellow in the sea of turquoise. The clouds were white and puffy, only covering the sea ever so sparsely. The flowers weren't yet ready to bloom and the environment still cool. It was now 62°F and unusually warm for this month. Down below, third period made its halfway mark with only 23 minutes left. Currently, Octavia was taking her exam in Natural Disasters. The topic was earthquakes and volcanoes. Simple Earth Science topics, whizzing by the questions. Being pragmatic and prepared, always held onto her school materials knowing it could always be of future importance. Something she learned from her sophisticated, scholarly mom.
Other students weren't as up to par but to Octavia, it wasn't a competition. She did what she had to for her future. Optics mattered not! Of course, you had the Tri Royalty Brigade that did well, but for optics sake and to get into high class private colleges. Plus, they paid off other students and used their methods of persuasion to convince nerds to do their homework. But these nerds didn't have a spine and needed these elitists for protection against bullies. The ringleader Camilla would use her flirtatious and sophisticated charm to woo the jocks to leave the nerds alone. But a few nerds weren't corruptible, like Octavia. She knew how to stand up to the elite. She was intellectual as Spock and caring as Phoebe from Hey Arnold! (TV show)
However, while the rest of the student body was doing well one student was still feeling herself in .... well what a bladder might say is ..... the opposite of heaven. The marine biology class was paying close attention to the lecture on mollusks and squids. First came the squids and octopuses. "These large appendages don't just help to grab and swim but also for defense." Mr. Warner said. Everyone was so caught up in the lecture thanks to Mr. Warner's charisma and energy, except for Ashlynn Avalon. It was now 9:30 am (more than two hours since class started), and the strain was getting to her.
Her already tired body was under duress as she strained with all her might to hold it. Her kidneys kept pumping more fluid into the bloated sac below. From there, her bladder dumped more into her exit corridor and causing it to pain more as it tried to contain the growing ocean of doom. Her self-focused brain was bombarded with signals concerning the rising the pressure was reaching dangerous levels. Her stomach ached from being forced inwards and her breathing was more labored. Ashlynn tried to pay attention but doing so was impossible now. She spent several minutes of her class time fighting an incessant wave upon wave of desperation, fidgeting and shifting her legs and feet. She went so far as to wedge her hands and skirt to hold herself.
She thought about the marine life being ever so free to urinate and defecate freely in open waters. It was such as a freedom for which she felt jealousy. "The fishes can just go without the need for a bathroom and without fear or humiliation. I wish I could just go right now, letting out all my pee hot without consequence. Oh how it would be so freeing. I wish I could just pee alreadi-ow oh gawd. It hurts." Ashlynn thought to herself. "Boys don't have this problem. Why do we girls and women have it?" Ashlynn wondered.
As time passed, she could feel the ocean pushing against her exit corridor to the point whereby she could no longer contract her exit corridor. She could contract to hold it as tight as she wanted but it couldn't do more than that. Remember, her tired body didn't wake up like normally and using only what little fuel was pumped into her body. Plus, her exit corridor has been straining since this morning. It throbbed like crazy, sending signals for help and relief, wondering when it would be relieved from this torture. "Danger danger please release this ocean. Pressure reaching severe!" said her bladder and exit corridor.
It was 9:35 am and Ashlynn raised her hand to get her teacher's attention. "Mr. Warner" she said in a strained voice. "May I please go to the bathroom?". Mr. Warner replied "Didn't you go before during the time between classes? This is important for your quiz next week." But Ashlynn felt she was on the brink of an accident. "Please I have been ... holding it ... since morning. Before class, I went to the bathroom, but all the stalls were taken." Mr. Warner replied by saying "This is important biology you need to know. We have five more minutes of lecture before I put on the YouTube video. You can go then."
Mr. Warner continued his lecture despite Ashlynn’s please for the bathroom. Ashlynn didn't care to listen anymore. She just wanted to go urinate. She took out her cell phone and put on the voice recording app. Later on, she could get the notes for the class from a homework buddy. The next five minutes went by slowly and painfully as her need to go was again denied. Mr. Warner also closed the door for the video he wanted to present. Each second that went taunted Ashlynn as the minute hand moved slowly. It was as though time didn't want to move faster to tease this poor girl. It teased her to see long she can hold it, and perhaps enjoy watching her before spurting it all out.
Ashlynn quietly whimpered, crossing and double crossing her legs, bobbing up and down on her toes. At times, she shook her legs up and down trying to make the wave lessen, but to no avail. She couldn't hold back the ocean anymore as her exit corridor throbbed even more. There was just no further she could contract her urethra muscle (exit corridor and exit dam) which throbbed and quivered. She rocked back and forth in her seat as she couldn't hide her immense desperation. Ashlynn was tempted to run out of the classroom and not care if she was written up. Her need to go at this point was her only priority. Why was she barred from going she wondered.
Suddenly, a burst of wind came through the classroom filling the air with a chill. It not only blew a few papers but caused some to shudder. Ashlynn was one of those feeling the chill, threatening to make her shiver from the cold. Ashlynn did shiver a little and in doing so, dribbled for a half second. She gasped softly, flinching upwards in her seat. The damp feeling felt as though she was immersed in her waste. It felt uncomfortable and disgusting. Ashlynn raised her hand but was again denied. Mr. Warner was almost finished with his lecture despite the five minutes passing giving a last word on the matter.
"As you can see by this chart how much the mollusk community has grown since previous years" he continued. Ashlynn didn't care about that as she bobbed up and down in her seat. It was unbecoming of a senior, but she had to go before she spurted again. You would have thought a few spurts would have reduced the pressure and strain upon her body. It was replaced with more fluids. How was that possible? It was now 9:44 am as the lecture was complete. Mr. Warner entered Microsoft Edge browser, typed YouTube.com in search field and pressed Go. From there, he selected a marine life documentary and clicked on it. The page for the video appeared displaying the main video on the screen and other options on the surrounding page. Ashlynn thought "Finally I can go."
She got up from her seat, only to sit back down. Mr. Warner said she could leave once the video started. He pressed the arrow icon on the black video screen on the page to start the video. At first, the video screen displayed the icon for buffering before starting to play. It happens when the internet is a little slow. Mr. Warner assured the class his video would buffer and to give it a minute.
It was 9:45 am when it started buffering. However, as time went on it became apparent to the whole class the video wasn't going to finish buffering at all. For 3 whole minutes, the video displayed the buffering symbol unable to play itself. For Ashlynn, this nightmare was torture as her exit corridor and bladder screamed neurotransmitters to her brain about her worsening situation. With every moment that passed she could feel every pulse and throb down there, making her more frantic. By the time it was 9:48 am, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She leaned forward, clutching her skirt for dear life as she winced in pain. Her breathing was labored and her heart racing, beating hard in her frantic state.
Ashlynn felt another spasm from her bladder. This spasm felt like a sharp stab to her abdomen and as if something pulled or torn. Ashlynn was done waiting for approval and took action. Whether or not she was to face disciplinary action was irrelevant at this point. And why should she? For not wanting to wait for a transplant? Being healthy was more important than being a good little girl. It was now or never! Without thinking, as if possessed by some force or a spirit, she got up from her seat and ran to the door. Mr. Warner called out to Ashlynn who was she was already out the door.
The whole class saw this senior student behave like a little schoolgirl about to wet herself. One student commented to another. "Who is that?". The other student replied "I dunno but that is embarrassing." Outside in the hallways Ashlynn made her way to the girl's bathroom. Each step she took felt as though her flood gates would open from the vibrations made by her heels striking the ground. "Oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd" she repeated over and over again. Just as she came to the bathroom door her heart sank. She stood there bobbing up and down reading the "out of order" sign. Ashlynn, impatient and frantic, tried to open the door. But alas, it was locked.
In her anger she banged on the door when suddenly "(gasp)". The unthinkable happened. In her frantic haste, she took her focus off her exit dam. Her muscles down there relaxed a little and let loose a stream of her urine. She closed the hatch, but the damage was done. Although it was a 1-second stream, the inside of her thighs down to her feet and shoes were wetted by this stream. Ashlynn just "peed" herself and onto herself. And in the school hallway! Again!
It was now 9:50 am and time was running out for her to find relief. She had to find a suitable bathroom and fast. Despite losing some of her urine, her body was still cranking out more liquid to replace what she excreted. For now, Ashlynn was in serious trouble of having a worse accident. Any moment she might lose control again. Ashlynn remembered the bathroom nearby the middle stairwell and chose to go there. "Just hang on hang on hang on." Ashlynn told herself. A small dribble made its way down the middle like before. Ashlynn sucked in more air to keep the exit dam shut.
Ashlynn hurried over to the bathroom only to be met by the custodian. He was leaving the bathroom as he just finished mopping the floor and put the wet floor sign on the ground. Ashlynn's heart sank again as she stood there frantically bobbing up and down. The custodian saw this student holding herself like a schoolgirl from the 1st grade with those desperate eyes pleading for the toilet. "Oh please let go in there I have to pee sosososososos badly ohmyGAWDIhavetopee!"
But the custodian shook his head in denial for this young student. "Nope. I can't let you in here. It's dangerous and slippery. Go somewhere else!" "Oh come on! I have to pee I'm bursting and about to pee myself-" "Sorry but I can't let you in here." "But I HAVE TO PEE!" "You can't be in there regardless." "But-" "NO! You can't be here! That's final!"
Ashlynn cursed under her breath and after checked her wrist-watch. She had only two minutes left of the period. She could keep looking but she might not return for her things. Ashlynn kept lifting one leg crossing it over the other and vice versa. She bent forward and wincing again as she fought off another wave of desperation. Again, there was no further she could strain to keep back the pent up ocean. Although her need decreased somewhat thanks to her stream from a few minutes ago, her need was still massive and only growing. Then, footsteps could be heard approaching from the stairwell as it turned the corner and approaching Ashlynn. It was Vice Principal Kirika Shida.
"What are you doing out here instead of in class, especially when the whole school building is about to have a mandatory lock down drill?" Ashlynn couldn't believe what she just heard. "A lock down drill? Seriously? I can't wait that long I'm gonna wet myself." Vice Principal Shida sympathized with Ashlynn and knew how it felt. But she was the Vice Principal, not anyone's best friend. "Students can't be roaming the halls, especially when a lock down drill is about to occur. You have to go back to your class." But Ashlynn was becoming more agitated and upset. "I can't hold it please let me go. Oh I gotta go please let me go. Oh I know this is embarrassing but ... I-I ... I can't ... mmmmm".
This V.P. held her stance. "Listen here young lady-" "Good morning! This is Principal Calhoun. We are now conducting our mandatory lock down drill. Please lock your doors and remain to one side of your class. We appreciate your patience and cooperation to maintain safety in our school. Thank you."
"Please I have to go so badly please oh please I have to go. I have been holding it like crazy and denied the bathroom several times." she said in a strained voice. Still, as badly as she pleaded it was of now use. Vice Principal Shida had a job to do. "I can't let you use the bathroom at this time. You have to hold it! Now go to your class." Shida said in a commanding adult manner. With that, Ashlynn was left with little choice as she was being walked back to her class. She walked by the boy's bathroom, looking longingly and tempted as she did. The Vice Principal kept her eyes on this young student to make sure she didn't try to run away.
Ashlynn wanted to run off but to where at this point. "Damn drill. I have to pee and now we have a lock down drill. Stupid school. What's wrong with everything today? Why does the universe hate me?" She thought. She wasn't like the rebellious, hot tempered, obnoxious biker girl Gretchen Grayson (another senior of 19 years old). She didn't take to authority, bullies, and elitists very well, and mouthed off a lot. She had enough spunk to stand up to bullies and trolls, and of course the snobs like the Tri-Royalty Brigade. However, her temper did get her into trouble with her teachers and the school principals. Ashlynn wasn't the type to risk constant detention or suspension. She couldn't afford to have that too. It was now 9:54 am.
--‐-----------------back to Avana---------------------
It was 10:07 am, and work was going smoothly. Avana finished running the first round of drug product and collecting them from the dissolving units. Avana kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Man I have to pee." Avana said softly to herself. Those diuretic pills were still in effect, removing the excess bloating and fluid from her body. Avana was in the middle of collection when her supervisor came in. "Miss Avalon. How is the testing going?" He asked.
"Everything is perfect boss." Avana replied. "You seem out of sorts. Are you feeling alright?" He asked. "I have to use the bathroom. Once I finish collecting the samples, I will make a quick trip boss." Avana replied. "No problem." Her supervisor walked away to check on the other workers.
------------------back to Ashlynn------‐--------‐---
It was 10:07 am and still the lock down drill was in effect. No one could speak nor get up and leave. The lights were kept off and the classroom doors locked. That was the nature of a lock down. It was meant to keep intruders away from the students and weed out any potential threats. And if the infiltrator wanted to get into the classroom, it wouldn't be possible. And the perpetrator wouldn't be able to see the whole classroom too. Lock downs weren't good for students feeling claustrophobic or have to use the bathroom. That last part applied to Ashlynn. She was brought back to her marine biology class. She staggered back to her class and on the verge of an accident.
Every minute in the dark silence was torture for her as she stood in one corner on the same side of the classroom as the door. Ashlynn kept one leg wrapped around the other, bobbing up and down while leaning against the wall. She was bursting big time and only becoming worse still. Her wave of desperation still pulsating, and her exit dam throbbed from trying to hold back the impending flood. She could feel her bladder spasm as it expanded but there wasn't anything she could do hold it more. Her kidneys kept pumping more fluid into her system below.
"How long is this dam drill going to be! I have to pee damn it!" Ashlynn said under her breath, followed by a curse word. "Shhhh!" Mr. Warner said. He was still offended by Ashlynn's behavior 19 minutes ago. "We need to talk after the lock down." Mr. Warner said. "Not him too. How many people are going to keep holding me up." She thought to herself. It was now 10:10 am and still it wasn't over. Ashlynn was becoming restless and fidgeting big time. Everyone could see her holding the hem of her skirt for dear life, wincing and whimpering "mmmmm .... mmmmm hhhhh mmmmmmm ...". At one point, her wave of desperation was so bad she squatted down to lesson her wave.
She swayed her knees back and forth, scrunching her toes back in her shoes. Each scrunch was wet and sticky from her urine. Ashlynn couldn't move for the next two minutes. This was abnormal for a lock down drill to take twenty minutes. She felt the time was now. What was holding things up? This is ridiculous and unfair. She should be allowed to urinate before it's too late. No one should be made to wait so long. But all she could was to hold it until she could properly urinate into a toilet. One student from marine biology commented to her friend about Ashlynn. "This girl left and still didn't go? What the hell was she doing this whole time?". "I know. How stupid." The friend said.
Ashlynn could feel herself sweating and exhausted. She breathed heavily and her heart pounded. Ashlynn wasn't sure how much longer she could continue like this. Her mind was at war between letting it all go and holding it in.
Voice 1: You can't be serious about holding it this long. It's not healthy and it is torture. Isn't that a human rights violation? And so what if everyone sees you do it. Big deal. Gretchen Grayson gets away with crap all the time.
Voice 2: You are a proper young lady with manners and self-control. You can't make a mess right now. Gretchen might not care but you should.
Both sides had valid points and had some truth. "You've already spurted and sullied yourself. How much more time are you going to waste? Just go. No one is looking use the trash pail over there. It's lined with a bag. Who will notice if you do it behind those desks? And it's a drill. No intruder will see you." Voice 1 said. "The Vice Principal could, or someone else. The silence is deafening, and people will hear the patter against the trash bag lining the pail. Don't do it." Voice 2 said. At this point, Ashlynn hoped the lock down drill would finish so she could go. But then she remembered her teacher wanted to speak with her after it was over. If she had to hold it any longer then she was ready to risk detention.
"Damn lock down drill. No one has entered the building illegally so what's the problem? I could've peed by now. Instead, I have to listen to my body screaming at me for holding it this long. Why must I suffer this way? What did I do?" Ashlynn thought. "This is Principal Calhoun. The drill is over. Please make your way to your next class. Thank you for your time and patience." By this point students gathered their books. Ashlynn staggered to her desk to get her notebook and backpack. She bobbed up and down while hastily putting her books away in her bag. One book wasn't going inside properly which only agitated her more. "Go inside stupid book. Come on go inside." It took a little wiggling to shove the book inside and zip up her bag.
Just as she was at the doorway, Mr. Warner called out to her. This time he caught up with her. "Hold it young lady. We aren't done here." "Oh yeah I am!" "No you're not. You don't just leave class. It's rude and disrespectful. And it's a disruption of my class." Ashlynn was turning beet red now on top of her more pressing issue down below as another wave of desperation swept by. "I have to pee badly and you said I could go when your video starts but it didn't and I almost had an acci-oh oh gawd." Mr. Warner didn't want to hear it. "I don't care how badly you have to go. You don't leave in the middle of class. I want an apology!"
Ashlynn didn't have time for this but couldn't leave. "I-I a-am sorry for l-leaving class without p-permission. I won’t d-do it ag-gain.". Mr. Warner was satisfied with the apology and let her go. Ashlynn left and made her way to the nearby bathroom. Again, the sign from earlier was still there. She made her way to the other girl’s bathroom near the middle stairwell. Upon being 3 feet away she saw three senior girls run inside. Ashlynn's heart sank knowing full well they might take all the stalls. Ashlynn hurried inside and to her horror, nothing was available. Again, she had to wait or use the urinal.
Ashlynn paced around for a couple of seconds while holding herself. The pressure kept rising and her poor urethra couldn’t strain any further. This time, her first voice from earlier started putting the idea of using the urinal in her train of thought.
Voice 1: Go ahead and urinate. Don’t worry about who sees. You have a right to be free from this. And besides, it is just another girl who enters.
Voice 2: Don’t do this. There is no privacy and it’s high up. Even on your tippy toes, it’s still barely above your genital region. You might make a mess.
Voice 1: Don’t worry about the mess. It’s nothing compared to the mess you’ll make if you keep holding it and eventually let it all out.
Ashlynn bobbed up and down deciding what to do. Suddenly, she was overcome with another wave of desperation. She almost spurted. Ashlynn decided to try the urinal. She came close to it and lifted her skirt. She was about to release when the door flung open. She gasped and moved away from the urinal. The female student came to the urinal and did her business. It was Marino Middletown, the tallest most athletic senior (18 years old) in the school. She did her business like a guy, not caring about the dribbling down her thighs, put the gusset of her panties back in front of her unwiped area, and flushed. She washed her hands and left.
Ashlynn couldn’t understand how she just does this and not care. Just then, she was reminded of her predicament and the time on her wrist-watch. She had to go for her next class, creative writing. It was the same side of the school as her math class. Her teacher was the gentle-spoken, caring, and free-spirited Ms. Jenkins. She encouraged students and never put them down. Plus, she allowed students to use the bathroom if they needed. Ashlynn loved her creative writing teacher and knew she would understand about her need to use the bathroom. But she had to get there.
She chose to leave the bathroom for her next class (9:58 – 10:43 am). Just as she approached the door, it swung open for a student rushing in. She pushed past Ashlynn thrusting her against the wall. "Oh damn it I have to pee!" screamed the 18-year-old female student as she went for the urinal. Ashlynn held onto to dear life as she kept her legs double crossed, standing stiffly. When Ashlynn got pushed, she reached for the wall to prevent falling over. In the process of losing her balance from being pushed, she spurted twice, each one a half-second long. She instinctively closed the exit door shut to her urethra and double crossed her legs. Some of her urine still dribbled down her thighs and to her lower legs.
Ashlynn was too afraid to move. She managed to contract her muscles to shut the exit dam and crossed her legs to help keep it shut. But her wave of desperation was made worse by the whole ordeal. Once she was sure she could move, she left the bathroom and carefully weaved her way through the traffic of the third-floor corridor. Ashlynn contemplated going into the boy's bathroom. Their queues are almost non-existent. But she knew of a girl who did that and got into serious trouble. And second, she didn’t want to explain to a boy why she was in the boy's bathroom. But because of an incident last month, girls weren't allowed in the boy's bathroom and vice versa.
-----------------------1 month ago------------------------
It was lunch period and buzzing with activity. Students ate lunch, chit-chatted, did homework, and played a few games. One group played the dots game (the one with the dots and you take turns making lines connecting each dot to make boxes; whoever had the most boxes wins) while another played chess or tic tac toe. There was a line for the girl's and boy's rooms. The boys went in and out. The boys weren't known for wiping. They only pulled out their members and put it away when done. The queue for the girl's room was long and took long. It was filled with 18-year-old girls wanting an excuse to keep talking, powder their faces, or to use the toilet.
Some of the female students were bursting. One of those students was 18-year-old Hortense Howard. She drank coffee and water that morning, underestimating the urgency that would later come to bite her on the butt. She had 2 coffees before classes, water from the fountain, and a water bottle after gym class. Now she drank a soda with her lunch. She was one of those foolish stubborn types who didn't want to miss classes or hanging out with friends until it got too dire. She was bursting big time and about to have an accident. She waited online for what seemed like forever, bobbing up and down, terrified of wetting herself.
The line moved slowly due to three stalls taken up by three seniors. Of course, that being the Tri-Royalty Brigade. As usual they believed themselves to be the best of the best and deserved going in first. As for the females outside, life was a pain. They wished females had male body parts for quick and easy trips to the toilet. At one point, the line moved and she was at the door. Even the urinals were unavailable. Hortense banged on the door like a woman possessed or under the influence.
"What the hell? Open up open up I've gotta pee! Come on I've gotta pee. Damn it open up!" She screamed. However, nothing happened and no one came out. It was as though they were sucked into another dimension never to return. Hortense looked back and forth, anxiously waiting for her turn. Hortense looked at the boy's bathroom and considered going inside. Mrs. Kay was right there disciplining some boys. "Oh gawd I have to pee. If only this monster would leave." Hortense said to herself.
Hortense kept holding herself, that is until, she saw liquid traveling past her right foot. It traveled as a river shaking past her and zigzagging. She turned around to find a female senior urinating where she stood. Hortense freaked, out and began banging rapidly on the door. Hortense couldn't take it anymore. Her need exponentially rose to dangerous levels that needed relieving at once. Suddenly, she gasped and kept her thighs pressed together, wincing at what just happened. She stood there shaking with fear and shock. She just urinated a spurt into her thong. The pencil-thin gusset of her loose-fitted thong was soaked and the insides of her thighs had rivulets going down them. Hortense was in serious trouble and worse awaited her. She had to act fast.
Without thinking she ran into the boy's bathroom, slipping past Mrs. Kay and the whole cafeteria. The line of girls behind her were shocked but they had their own problems. Furthermore, Mrs. Kay was already in a foul mood and no one wanted to say anything to her. She went inside to find the stalls were taken leaving only the urinal. Without choice, she started to unzip her skirt for using the urinal. She unzipped it 1/4 of the way down when it stopped. Hortense was frantic as it was and now more so because her zipper was stuck. It was caught on some strands of her skirt material. "Nononononononono!" She cried out.
Hortense tugged and pulled at her skirt while bobbing up and down. For 30 seconds she pulled at it trying to open her skirt completely and go. "Stupid zipper. Why won't you open!". The already frantic Hortense mixed with anticipation for relief that teased her (being so close and yet so far), her stuck zipper plus the time running out before being seen was catching up to her. After 30 seconds of dealing with an uncooperative zipper and a big wave of desperation, her dam finally began to give way.
The dam began buckling under the immense pressure allowing spurts of her urine to escape her tortured crotch area. These spurts further dampened her tiny thong and herself. It began to travel along the lines of her butt cheeks, down the inside of her legs as rivulets snaking to the front or down the back of her thighs. These spurts served to increase her frantic mind and tug at the zipper even more. Sadly, it wouldn't budge out from where it was no matter how much she pulled on it. She was just too excited to properly remove the zipper. Even yelling at her button wasn't working.
The dam kept allowing spurts to pass, now lasting from split-seconds to 3-second spurts, and now a steady stream emerged from her crotch. She was officially urinating onto herself and the floor. "Nooooo!" She cried and hopped onto the urinal to finish urinating. Hortense didn't care the urinal was dirty or that her urine splattered off the netted cover onto herself (thighs, legs, and shoes) and the floor. Most of it went into the urinal which was all that mattered to Hortense. But her urine did fill up the urinal bowl a little too quickly and some spilled out and onto the floor. Sadly, some of her skirt was also made dirty from the splattering.
For Hortense she was in heaven. Too her it felt as if a great weight was lifted from her soul. She was ready to crash right there from the sweet ecstasy of relieving herself. And boy did she moan loud enough on top of her urine make the pitter patter. She didn't care about the mess she made onto her underside or the floor. FYI: Hortense didn't even bother to remove her thong or tug it to one side. She didn't have the time to think straight. Her mind wandered into another universe of freedom that she forgot where she was and what she was doing. That isn't good when you want to go in and get out like a spy or ninja.
Halfway through (and still unable to stop the flow), the door to the bathroom opened. Simultaneously, one of the stall doors opened too. Out came one of the senior boy students only to witness a sight so awkward and surprising. Hortense appeared half asleep as she appeared to be so happy with herself. But her ears and eyes picked up the horrid sight to behold. After a few seconds her mind returned to Earth and understood what she was saw. Her ecstasy was replaced with horror and embarrassment. She wasn't just mortified but also speechless. "U-u-uuuuuuuuu". Hortense couldn't speak one syllable. The senior boys had horrified looks on their faces and left.
Hortense wasn't just scolded by Mrs. Kay, but also by the School Principal and Vice Principal.
-----------------back to the present----------------
Ashlynn made her way across the corridor to the stairwell to go to the first floor. But she remembered the bend around the corner also applied to the second floor which should have a bathroom. Ashlynn chose to go to the bathroom and go to class later. But then she might considered late. And time was going by as the hallways were becoming less dense. She chose to go to the stairwell at the end of the hallway for class and then use the bathroom.
Her body (and some part of her subconscious) was becoming fed up while her conscious self was saying to hold it. The mixed signals caused confusion, increasing the chances her dam to relax. After all she kept her legs pressed together too. Her bladder made grumbling noises from the frequent spasms due to its expansion. "I wish I was a member of the Tri-Royalty Brigade so that everyone would part like the red sea for me-oooh" Ashlynn said. Anoyher wave of desperation swept by as she walked. Ashlynn's body down there wasn’t just feeling on fire but also starting to numb. The fire is from her body using lactic acid fermentation, a process to create energy in the cells. It isn't very efficient as it doesn't create as many energy nucleotide molecules to power the cells. They produce the lactic acid which creates the burning feeling.
She not only felt uncomfortable from that but from being unclean. She could feel the urine on her skin drying up as she walked. Each time she walked she felt sticky. One rivulet snaked it's way down her back of the left knee and passing over sensitive nerves. The feeling of dirty biological waste made her whole body shudder, relaxing the dam for split-second. This resulted in two 1-second spurts (half-seconds each), almost urinating a small stream again. Once more her beautiful were further wetted. Ashlynn had to get to a bathroom and fast. Not only did she need relief, but time to wipe her extremities. After all the spurting, it was only fair she cleans herself and shoes. "Why couldn't they make an elevator in this stupid building?" Ashlynn mumbled to herself.
She approached the stairs, grabbed the railing, and began her journey down the 15 steps of the first half flight down. Her steps were quick and awkward, trying not to be rushed (bumped or shoved) nor have an accident. Sadly, a small dribble traveled past her front outer defenses to between her buttocks. One drop fell onto the floor. Ashlynn couldn't stop to wait with all those students behind her. And it didn't help that she shuddered again from another two rivulets down her legs, causing her to spurt twice more. She quickly regained control despite being more frantic and afraid of being seen. Luckily no one saw this but some wondered why she moved weird.
She got down to half way, turned around the corner and continued down the stairs to the first floor. A few students kept calling out to hurry up. But Ashlynn kept her pace while holding it. Ashlynn had to travel down one more flight of steps to the first floor. Again, she went down 15 steps like before. She turned around the corner and went down the last 15 steps. Each step felt like she was going to start urinating. From behind, an impatient student yelled “Move it!” as he pushed past her. She slipped on one step, spurting for a second. She stopped to regain control for a second, then kept moving.
Once at the ground level, she made a right and continued down the hallway to her next class. Before the next bathroom was her 4th period classroom. She had to report there first and submit her homework. She worked hard on it last weekend and it was due to today. Ashlynn was sure she would get an A+ on it. Right now, she had to submit it and go for the bathroom. Just as she was a few classrooms away she was cut off by the school principal along with Mrs. Kay.
Ashlynn wasn't in the mood to hear it but she wasn't Shadow Kat (X-Men reference for the character that walks through almost anything). Another voice called next to Ashlynn on her right. He was tall and projected authority of the school. It was Principal Calhoun. "Miss Avalon we need to have a talk in my office. This is serious!" Principal Calhoun said. "But" "Now!" "Bu-" "Principal Calhoun gave you an order. It wasn't negotiable. Youngsters these days have no respect or control over themselves!" Mrs. Kay retorted. And so they went to his office. Poor Ashlynn was about to suffer a major catastrophe, and as usual today, the universe (it seemed) didn't care.
It was 10:20 am and 4th period started. Ashlynn walked with a hunch, still holding it with all her might. Her focus and will power was on keeping her dam closed. Ms. Jenkins was already informed of this meeting and had no choice but to let it go. She wasn’t going to see Ashlynn for some time. Fourth period was supposed to be from 9:58 am to 10:43 am. There was only 22 minutes left.
------------------back in detention------------------
A student sat there reading a textbook on world history with a bored look on her face. She thought of ending it here and then as the boredom were torture. She was in trouble for public urination outside the school building during the lock down drill. It took a while to end because several staff went look for this student. Once found, she was ordered to pull up her clothes and come inside. There, she was scolded and disciplined for her behavior. It was none other than Gretchen Grayson. She hated authority and (what she felt were) stupid rules. She hated the rules and expectations society placed upon everyone, including herself. She didn't like being told she couldn't exercise her right for the bathroom during a drill.
From the time she was a child, she hated being told she was a child or she doesn't understand the world. She hated the fact that adults could get away with demanding respect but children could be spoken to anyway the adults felt like. She wasn't good at academics and being a bookworm. She had street smarts instead. Her heroes were revolutionaries like Einstein, Jobs, and Gates. These were people who didn't need a college education to succeed. They didn't need society's stupid bull**** rules to get ahead. They knew how to make their own destiny happen.
Her female heroes were Emilia Earhart, Becky Lynch (WWE wrestler), Kris Statlander (AEW wrestler), Susan B. Anthony, and Queen Elizabeth I. Emilia was the first woman to pilot an airplane and see the Earth from above. Susan B. Anthony made strides in equality for women. The other two were her favorite women wrestlers, despite the scripted industry of professional wrestling. They were tough no-nonsense no-hair pulling butch women who went out, fought and won. No catty female crap. All fists and no words. Just the way she loved to fight. Queen Elizabeth didn’t allow for male-oriented nonsense to push her around and ruled as a tough and powerful queen.
Even now, as a 19-year-old (having to repeat the 12th grade), she still disobeyed the adults. Her own parents prefer to leave her at school for the day rather than put up with her. The school would rather send her elsewhere or just graduate her and let society deal with her. It's a shame, but no one wanted to deal with her attitude. Gretchen hates gender stereotypes and biases. She felt boys were always too macho or sappy, while women could get away with being physically appealing only to whine about men being perves. Plus, they like hunky men with muscles. She hates the concept of women being all gussied up instead of tough and strong. Her mom told her men hate women with pride but she didn't care.
And being a proper lady was a drag due to all the stupid rules behind it.
Guys who said a dumb comment or tried to see under skirt were dealt with. It was either a verbal comment or (if there guy came up to her and looked under skirt) a punch to the face. Worse was her knee up his junk. That happened once during sophomore year and she got in trouble. They other guy didn't want to see her again. From then on, she wore track pants. When a teacher or Mr. Calhoun commented, she made a snide remarks about it. "Why should I wear a skirt? My legs aren't anyone's business. Nothing to see here!".
Feminists and chauvinists hated her guts. Even the Tri-Royalty Brigade despised her and called her an untouchable or unruly urchin trained by the jungle or Tarzan. It was a derogatory comment to describe her behavior as though she was raised by wolves and put down her dress code. Gretchen didn't show it but she hated being ostracized for being different. And she hated being called Tarzana. But she pretends not to care by giving an obnoxious remark.
Gretchen read line per line about the history of the human race starting from the African-Asian continents, and the four main river valley civilizations. To Gretchen the past was nothing more than the past. They lived, they died, and life moved on. Her detention teacher, Mrs. Trenton watched her intently. After all, she was the one who found Gretchen performing public urination outside the school. Gretchen did this in retaliation for the constant disregard for the students by Mrs. Kay. She hated her the most, followed by (as she saw it) her pet stooge (Mr. Calhoun). She continued reading the chapter on the ancient civilizations of modern human history from the last 5,000 years.
"So the ancient nomads settled down and formed around areas fertile and teeming with fauna. Big deal! And besides who wants to live where there is no food or water. It's no different now. Whooptidoo!" Gretchen thought. "Gretchen! I hope your learning something reading those pages." Mrs. Trenton snapped. She had a no-tolerance for public indecency and rebellious students, but certainly not as harsh as Mrs. Kay. Still, those two spoke almost the same language.
Mrs. Trenton was strict, disciplined, and mature (Sort of like Professor McGonagall) She wasn't a misanthropic Snape or Umbrage. They could agree that students should be more mature and meet certain expectations for their age. But sometimes she felt Mrs. Kay was too easily upset by the students. Still, Mrs. Trenton did not enjoy having to deal with Gretchen. Luckily it wasn't Mrs. Kay who would have gone nuclear. Besides Ashlynn, Gretchen was on Mrs. Kay’s hated list.
--------------back to Avana Avalon-----------‐---
It was now 10:25 am and Avana began cleaning the dissolving units. She felt easy again as she came back from the ladies' room. "Man that felt good." But she knew that she would have to go again later. She started wiping down the rotating blades hanging over the dissolving vessels filled with medium using a laboratory cloth and special purified water. Then, she began taking two vessels at a time to clean in the nearby sink. Avana loved her job but working for several hours straight without talking to someone (for the most part) was torture. No one could not chit chat and not work like this. But she took following the rules seriously and didn't want to incur trouble.
God forbid an auditor showed up and saw talking, forget it they just have a stupid cow over it. She always felt it was bull****, but you know optics matter! Everything has to appear orderly and hard at work. Talking is a sign of not being focused on the work and possibly at risk of making mistakes. Avana was working nearby her coworker friend, Ingrid. She was the only friend Avana had from the drug company. They always talked during their break times, weekends, and vacations. They enjoyed a good laugh during first break. They usually talked about their day and the stuff going on in their lives. It was the only way to get through the day without feeling so isolated.
----------------the Principal's office---------------
It was now 10:27 am and the main office was quiet as ever. There was the occasional phone ring or the whispers among office workers. But deep within was the office was the school principal himself. It was very quiet as the aura was filled with anxiety and tension. Currently, Ashlynn sat in one of the cushioned chairs under the watchful eye of 'Darth Vader-ess,' Mrs. Kay. This teacher watched over the student like an owl staring at its prey with eyes that pierced through the space-time fabric. It was the type that cut into your soul and filled it with an eerie cold. Ashlynn sat there grabbing the hem of her skirt for dear life from fear of wetting herself again and Mrs. Kay. She suffered from an onslaught in precalculus and now she was going to suffer again. What was this girl to do? It seemed this day was her worst day ever.
While walking to his office, she walked awkwardly as her need to urinate was dangerously critical. Mrs. Kay couldn't stand to see a senior hold herself like a child and snapped at her to keep herself at proper normal posture, hands by her sides and walk correctly. Ashlynn couldn't stay completely straight, nor walk normal. As for not holding herself, she slowly removed her hands from her crotch area. She walked stiffly and breathed hard all the way to Mr. Calhoun's office. Once there she was told to sit down. Ashlynn obliged for temporary relief.
It wasn't to last. She had been sitting there for the past 7 minutes waiting for Mr. Calhoun to return. He was talking to another parent as this time. But now, he was back in his office. He started the conversation. "I have heard you are a tardy and disrespectful student. You have not been showing up on time. You don't pay attention. Your grades are terrible. And sometimes you nod off in her class." Mr. Calhoun paused, then said "Ashlynn you aren't good in math, and I know it is challenging. But there is no excuse for this. I don't understand what's happened to you but it has to ..... okay someone is talking to you and you're still fidgeting. It's rude and disrespectful. I see what this fine teacher is talking about."
Mr. Calhoun had this concerned and very disappointed look on her face. Mrs. Kay chimed into the conversation. "This upstart brat has no concept of how to behave and probably learned this behavior from her unruly background. Stupidity and disrespect have infected every corner of society. It only worsens by the day. And now it has shown its ugly face. What is the matter with you child? Can't you sit still oh why do I ask? I'm speaking to a 4-year-old on a sugar high." Ashlynn, breathing hard and sweating, feeling every beat of her racing heart. "Mr. Calhoun you don't" she started but was cut off by her upset math teacher. "Oh he understood. And don't bother asking for the bathroom. Hold it brat!" Mr. Calhoun of course took her side.
"You have to listen and stop fidgeting. And from now on you ..." he stopped as he was being called by one of his secretaries. "It's Mrs. Petrillo, Rusty's mother. She was scheduled for today at this time." " Oh yes I will meet with her when I finish with this student. Thank you Ms. Reynolds." Ashlynn had enough of Lady Vader here but what could she say to get her off her bursting rear-end. This barracuda just couldn't let by-gones be by-gones. Of course being tardy was bad but she was working. Sometimes late at night to pay for rent and her future. And this teacher targeting her was no way to handle this. Where did she come from? USSR or communist China? Geez.
Mrs. Kay wished she could put this girl in military school and whip her into shape or throw her out of society. She always took the slightest disregard as a serious matter. "Principal Calhoun, we must finish our business in your office." It was now 10:29 am and only 13 more minutes before the end of 4th period. Ashlynn's next period class was American Government and Law. It was taught by Mr. Karbine, another passionate and serious teacher concerned with educating the youth. He felt the students should know the rights and laws of this great country, and how to defend themselves against those that would abuse or usurp the laws for their benefit. That included The Bill of Rights. Ashlynn didn't mind learning about her rights, especially now. Ashlynn did have the right to pursue happiness, which at this moment was relieving herself.
Ashlynn spoke up. "Mr. Calhoun I need to go to the bathroom. It's urgent." Mrs. Kay wasn't having any of it. "You will sit down and listen. We say when you leave." Principal Calhoun continued his conversation. "You need to hear this first. You can wait. You're 18 years old not a small child. ......... You need to stop fidgeting. When someone is talking you give them your undivided attention and really listen to them. And you should know by now what is expected of a young adult. You used to be so pleasant. Now as a senior things are going down hill. Is being a senior difficult? Has something happened to make you this way? Please tell me so I can help."
All Ashlynn could do was sit there and take this nonsense while she was about to have an accident. All she wanted was to empty her aching bladder before catastrophe. Speaking of undivided attention, her mind she heard everything it was being told from outside herself and from within. "Danger danger danger!" The neurological signals were being sent in waves of unending alarms that something was going to give if she didn't open the proverbial hatch. "Ashlynn please let me help." Mr. Calhoun said again. Ashlynn's answered by saying "You can help me by letting me use the bathroom. Second this teacher has had it out for me since day 1 of this spring semester when I showed up late for the first day of precalculus. I worked late and didn't go to bed until about 11:45 pm. I work too to help my mom pay the rent and other bills. Her two jobs isn't enough and the only place that hired me was a mall department store selling clothes and beauty products ... "
Ashlynn had to regain her breath for a few seconds. "Even after that first day, I still have to work late almost every day and wake up tired for classes .... aahhssss .. oh gawd I have to pee! .... mmmmmmmm ... I do care about my education and I don't want to fail but it so hard. My mom is so busy that on some days she too tired to talk. She even works on the weekends. I can only do so much." Mr. Calhoun, well aware of the trouble of single parents, still had to be firm in his position. "Even so, this is unacceptable. Being sleepy is no excuse. You have to be ready for each day’s lesson plan. I will speak with your mom and have the school guidance counselor talk to you. As for going to the bathroom, well that is anytime. Why wait so long?"
Ashlynn was hurt and offended by the question. As if she chose to put herself in this position. "I didn't wait too long. I have been denied this" Ashlynn got cut off by Mrs. Kay, now furious and angered. "Enough is enough!" Mrs. Kay thundered. Ashlynn flinched in her seat, spurting out of fear. The spurt was a 1-second jet. "I have heard enough of your lies and your excuses. You will not be allowed to disrespect me any longer. I am calling your mother or whoever is at your home for a serious discussion about you. Oh don't feign distress. We all know your faking a need to go to get out of this. I've seen your kind over the years. Never taking responsibility and making excuses to save your own butt. Things were tough in my day and didn't make room for this nonsense. And neither will I!"
Ashlynn had enough being spoken down to. "You see how she speaks to me when things don't go her way. I am tired of being" but she was cut off again by her teacher. "How dare you try to make me the scapegoat. You need to be straightened out young lady. You're spending your lunch period with me for detention." Ashlynn, furious at her teacher, got up in anger only to sit back down. She accidentally let out a half second spurt. She was silenced for a few seconds which her teacher would capitalize upon. "Thats right. You stay seated and keep silent. I have had enough with your poor behavior. Mr. Calhoun she needs to learn a hard lesson. She must spend her time with me. And I don't care if she does have to use the lavatory."
Ashlynn was being assaulted from all sides. From below, her pent-up ocean was still growing and paining her. Outside of her, she was being punished for a few instances of tardiness due to being tired from a hard day's work. What was she to do? And her school Principal was a dud. Useless. "I do agree with detention. But she should eat her lunch first." Mr. Calhoun said only be cut off. "We can't allow this to go unpunished." Mr. Calhoun replied "Mrs. Kay I have the utmost respect for you and understand your position. But I must do what is morally and procedurally correct. She should face detention, but not by starving her and without the means to correct this behavior. Ashlynn you will have detention for lunch period. I will make sure you have your lunch then go to Mrs. Kay. That's final."
Ashlynn was not only shocked but even more stressed. She was tired, in pain, and desperate. She missed one class followed by nearly missing another. Now her only free period, whereby she can go to the bathroom peacefully, is also taken away. What is a girl like her to do? "Mr. Calhoun" "Ashlynn this is the best decision I can make." Mr. Calhoun said. Ashlynn barely got in her side and when she did, nothing changed. This mean teacher got her way and at her own expense. Ashlynn pleaded for some other kind of arrangement but Mr. Calhoun was setting his decision which benefitted her mean math teacher.
Plot continued: Ashlynn had no choice but to endure more h*** with Mrs. Kay during her lunch break. Mr. Calhoun also mentioned her rude behavior towards Mr. Warner and her punishment was detention during her lunch period tomorrow. Ashlynn was dismissed from his office and left. She hobbled out and into the main office still in need of the bathroom. Just then, she heard the school nurse knock on the bathroom door in her office. "Excuse me Drew (another 18 year old senior vomiting), how are you doing?". Ashlynn remembered there was a bathroom nearby and chose to go there. Ashlynn approached Nurse Talia for the bathroom. "Excuse me. Nurse Talia, may I use your bathroom?" The nurse responded with regret. "No I'm sorry. A sick student is using it. You'll have to go elsewhere. The student is going to be awhile." "But I really have to pee like crazy and I am about have an accident." "Well I'm sorry but I have a very sick patient in here. You'll have to find another bathroom."
Ashlynn was left with little choice but to make the trek to find another available bathroom. It was 10:35 am and still only 8 minutes left of 4th period. Ashlynn had to find a bathroom for her wave of desperation jumped to severely unbearable. She was wincing and grimacing, taking small strides as she staggered out of the office. She couldn't contract her dam any further. The pressure was too great to strain her urethra further. She was on the verge of having an accident. Her exit dam quivered as it throbbed. Her breathing was deep and her heart pounded. "Dear gawd why are all the bathrooms taken in this gosh forsaken school?" Ashlynn groaned in a strained voice to herself.
She couldn't go to the cafeteria nor the gymnasium bathrooms because of school policy. Lunch period starts from 11:35 am and ends at 1:59 pm. Since lunch periods didn't start there wouldn't be lunch monitors. And that meant students weren't allowed to be in the cafeteria. Ashlynn's lunch period was at 1:14 pm. The gymnasium bathrooms were off limits for the same reason. Three years ago, a female senior (18 years old) joined her gym class for the that day's lesson about shock put. The student didn't want to miss the lesson but she was bursting big time and tried to hide her dilemma.
Eventually, the student asked to use the bathroom in the middle of performing the shock put exercise. The gym teacher gave received permission for the student to use the bathroom and come back. Once inside the school building, she made her way across the gymnasium and towards the entrance to the girl's locker room. She opened the door and proceeded to make her way down the stairs to the locker area (which also had the showers and the bathroom). A few steps down she missed a step, tripped, and fell down the stairs. This student twisted her ankle and broke her left knee cap. And of course, she emptied her bladder right where she was.
For the rest of the class period she lay there crying and in pain. She even called for help but no one came. Only once the gym teacher Ms. Conti and her class came back from class and went into the girl’s locker room did they see this student. It was then they learned what happened. From then on, it was policy that once the class began no one could go until class was over. Only before or afterwards were students allowed into the gymnasium locker rooms. It even applied to boys. So that reduced the available bathrooms too. Luckily she had the corridor bathrooms ..... or so she thought.
Although there weren't bathrooms near the middle stairwell on the first floor (unlike the second floor), there were bathrooms near the stairwells at either side of the building (like the second floor).
-----------------back to Avana-----------------
Back at the drug company, the lab was going on 2 hours of work. So far, things were going as planned without a problem. "Psst. Psst. Avana. How's it going?" Ingrid asked. Avana put up the OK symbol and continued working. She and Ingrid didn't speak much unless it was break time. They didn't want to get into trouble with their superiors for seemingly having a conversation during shift hours. Avana did start to feel the need to go again thanks to those pills she took. It was mild but nothing she couldn't handle yet. She had a tough bladder, especially from pregnancy.
Avana was almost done filling her fourth dissolving machine with dissolving buffer when her cell phone rang. She couldn't just answer it but knew it might be important. She took off her gloves and went to one corner. She picked up the phone and asked who this was. "This is Principal Calhoun from your daughter's school. Do you have a minute to talk?" said the person on the other line. Avana replied "Right now I can't talk during my work shift. Perhaps I can do so during my lunch break or after work." Mr. Calhoun said it was fine if they could speak after her work shift as this was important. Avana agreed to speak with the school principal after work shift time to speak and hung up the phone.
"I hope everything is fine with Ashlynn. Hopefully it isn't more trouble with her first period teacher." Avana thought to herself. She went to pick up new gloves and continued her work.
-----------------back to school-----------------
"Are you serious? Come one I have to pee damn it!" Let me in!" "I can't. I am sorry." "You're sorry? Screw you!" Ashlynn said as she left in a desperate huff. The bathroom nearest Ms. Jenkins’ class was off limits due to a flood created by blocked piping. Someone dumped drugs into the toilets and flushed them trying to dispose of the evidence. Because of this, the toilets were backed up and needed quartering off until further notice. Ashlynn was dying for the bathroom since morning and it wasn’t helping that she kept facing denial after denial. “Those damn the stupid fools putting drugs in the toilets. Now I have to wait again."
Back in creative writing classroom 106, Ms. Jenkins graded the creative writing assignments while the rest of her class used the time to finish other homework. Ms. Jenkins felt the class deserved it and she was generally a nice teacher. It was now 10:40 am and only three minutes left of the period. She was concerned about Ashlynn, her favorite student. She loved the way Ashlynn let her mind wander to all sorts of places and express it on paper. It reminded her of herself. She wished she could have seen what new piece of work Ashlynn wrote this time. “I hope she isn’t in any trouble. I wonder how long they’re going to keep her?” Ms. Jenkins thought.
Just then, Ashlynn staggered back into her class. Ms. Jenkins looked up to see who it was and became filled with joy. She got up out of her seat but stopped. She raised one eyebrow up as she saw her number one student bobbing up and down. She had this perplexed look as to why she was behaving funny. Ashlynn removed her book bag, opened it up, and tried fishing for her notebook. It was a 5-star spiral notebook with those yellow folder dividers every so many pages. In one of those pages was her assignment. Ashlynn lifted and wrapped her left leg around the right leg while bobbing up and down, and blushing.
She appeared this way in front of everyone but couldn't help it. She was still bursting, and it only continued to worsen. She could barely stand up straight and her need was so important she couldn't help but fumble trying to take out her book. "Damn it come on. Stupid notebook.". Just then, Ms. Jenkins asked Ashlynn her question. "Ashlynn? ... are you alright? Why are you" but she was cut short by Ashlynn. "It's nothing. I ... I just ... oh gawd I have to .. have to .. have to (eyes widened for a brief split second) .... my assignment!". Again she spurted further dampening her thighs. Several rivulets made their way down her already dirty thighs to her knees. Also, some of her urine splattered onto her right foot and shoe. Ms. Jenkins replied, "Ashlynn it's not like you to ... pee dance." Ashlynn followed up with this. "Pee dance who's pee dancing?" Ashlynn said trying to deflect from answering truthfully.
She didn't feel right saying what was on her mind. After all she did sound like a stupid 5-year-old in front of her school principal. Ms. Jenkins wasn't buying this act and asked again. "Ashlynn what's going on? Why don't you use the bathroom before coming here?" Ashlynn didn't want to explain but she did finally pull out her notebook. "Here we .... (breathing hard) go. My assignment." She fumbled amongst the pages eventually getting fed up and accidentally ripping a portion of an empty page. Ashlynn became more frustrated and added to her dilemma down below. Ashlynn was already flustered, embarrassed, and under so much stress.
She didn't need more things not going her way. "Come on come on here we go." She pulled out her assignment and gave it to her teacher. Ms. Jenkins took the assignment, giving a cursory glance and walked back to her desk. Ms. Jenkins still wanted to know what was going on with Ashlynn. Why did she wait so long? Why did she drink too much water or coffee? Questions that permeated her mind. Questions she didn't have answers to. It was 10:42 am and still just enough time to grade one more paper. Ashlynn leaned against another desk on her left while keeping the left leg raised and wrapped tightly around her right leg.
"Ms. Jenkins I have a question about my free writing work." a senior student asked. Ms. Jenkins replied "Oliver it is almost end of class time.”. The student replied. " But it's important." "Oliver see me after school today. Thank you." "Ring". Class time came to an end, thus allowing students to attend their next period class. But Ms. Jenkins wanted to speak with Ashlynn about her assignment. "Jenny, I need to see you for a moment." Vice Principal Shida said. Ms. Jenkins was left without choice but to let Ashlynn go. Her next class was American Government. It would last from 10:47 am to 11:32 am and taught by Mr. Karbine.
Mr. Karbine took seriously the role of government, politics, and the rights of citizens in society, and how civilians can make a difference or do nothing. Currently his lectures focused on the power of political parties and the power they wield. If civilians did nothing or became swayed, then democracy is lost. For now, Ashlynn only cared about her right to empty her bladder at once. The pain and pressure were at an all-time high and still increasing. She spurted several times and needed to find relief asap. Luckily her next class was on the first floor like her creative writing class. But she had to walk to the other side of the campus building. Ashlynn wasn’t about to keep holding back the ocean of golden doom. If she could find a bathroom right away, then she could quickly empty her bladder and go about the rest of her day. Even half full was perfect. She could focus on her schoolwork.
---in the hallways on the 2nd floor---
There was a line for the middle stairwell girl’s bathroom. It was a long line along with the end of the hallway and around the corner bathrooms are also facing the same issue. As usual the senior boys went in and came out, while the girls suffered. And as usual, the Tri-Royalty Brigade occupied the stalls for the middle stairwell bathroom again! Many female seniors were waiting for the bathroom. Some bobbed up and down. Others held themselves. One senior girl was on the verge of wetting herself in front of her peers and those of lesser grades in this high school. This girl was Qaura Qwin. She was bursting so badly and chose to forget about waiting in line.
To the ire of those online, she bursted into the bathroom. She went to the only available urinal, unzipped her skirt, and dropped it to the ground. (Yuck!). She squatted and did her business. She not only found relief for her bladder but for her bowels in that one urinal. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" She moaned as relief hit her.
The Tri-Royalty Brigade were caught off guard by the cacaphonous sound of Qaura's business. "What in the world?" "Who is doing that?" "Oh oh gawd that odor is horrible." They finished their business and came out to a crude and uncouth sight. They saw what Qaura did and the amount of paper towel from the dispense to wipe herself.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? That isn't a stall you idiot!" Priscilla said. "You filthy tramp! Have you no shame?" Ursula followed up. "Why should I feel ashamed. You three ****** always take up the bathrooms while the rest of us are left waiting or dirty themselves from waiting too long. You three should be ashamed." Qaura said. Camilla responded. "If we go first it's because us sophisticated folks have manners. We don't want to go after some uncouth urchin like you messes up the bathroom toilets and sink. Then we have to use handkerchiefs or a cloth to touch the flush handle and the sink knobs. It's because of uncouth people like you that make public bathrooms a travesty. So inconsiderate. We are the Tri-Royalty Brigade! It's thanks to us elitists society floats so show a little respect and some sacrifice."
Just then, the bathroom door flew open and a swath of girls pushing past each other raced for the stalls. The Tri-Royalty Brigade and Qaura couldn't believe what they saw. It was like a small stampede.
--------------10:45 am in the hallways---------------
Ashlynn just made it around the corner towards the gymnasium all while trying not to have an accident. Ashlynn's situation didn't lessen with time and only worsened. She had to stop several times due to a wave of desperation and some spurting. Each time the heel of her shoes touches the ground it made her exit dam quiver, and relax a little. A few times she dribbled too. As usual, the corridors were filled with students going to class or leaving class. Some went to their lockers or left it. It was the usual minefield/mummy trap. Ashlynn thought of just letting it go but that would be messy and put her in more trouble. Just then, she saw a trash pain in one of the classrooms. It was an empty classroom with the light turned off. She was considering going inside this classroom to empty her bladder with the door closed.
Voice 1: No one would think twice. People will think the classroom is off limits.
Voice 2: You don’t know that. Someone could come inside for detention purposes. Don’t do it.
She was fighting a severe wave of desperation with all her leftover strength and will power. Her tired body didn’t want to continue draining itself of energy it needed for the day. After all, she didn’t have much in the tank Plus, it would be an hour before she could try for another bathroom. And her lunch period was at 1:14 pm. She stood there clutching her crotch over her skirt and keeping her legs pressed together. She winced, moaning "hmmmmmmmmmmmm" as she tried to keep it shut. Her dam quivered and throbbed, shuddering as it couldn't keep back the gargantuan ocean trying to escape. She figured that a little privacy was good, even if it was a moment.
Her bladder, urethra, and the rest of her said to let it go. It had been since 6:45 am that she had been holding it. Why not end this suffering. But as badly as she wanted to she couldn't bring herself to do it. She wasn't like Gretchen. And she wasn't Hortense Howard. It was now 50 seconds before class started. Ashlynn made her way to class when she stopped.
She saw the girl’s bathroom and made a quick run towards it. “At last, relief for all my troubles. No more holding it.” Ashlynn thought. She went inside the bathroom and saw only one stall was taken. The other stall door was open. Ashlynn quickly hobbled over to it and saw a perfectly clean toilet. The floors weren’t wet either. She was overcome with joy, which was replaced with defeat. Above the toilet was a sign stating it was out of order. She looked into the toilet bowl to see it didn’t have water to fill the inside. Furthermore, there was no toilet paper in the dispenser. The thought of possible relief and now defeat caused her to spurt again.
She spurted a few times, most of which fell onto her beautiful thighs. She pulled herself together and focused. She swayed her knees side to side, wincing, trying to hold back her growing ocean. Her bladder made a loud burp noise as it spasmed. Her poor insides needed relief and now. Ashlynn shrieked in frustration. “What does a girl like me have to do around here? What the hell does that stooge who calls himself a custodian do in this school-aaaa-aaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaa ..”. Ashlynn bent forward in pain as her bladder spasmed.
Voice 1: If you keep allowing this to expand, you will end up like the fabled Tyco Brahe who died because his bladder ruptured. Forget wiping and just piss you fool!
Voice 2: This isn’t sanitary.
Voice 1: Pissing inside yourself or all over yourself isn’t sanitary. Really?
Ashlynn didn’t have time for this nonsense and chose to use the toilet regardless. However, when she lowered the seat she saw how disgusting it was and why it was kept raised. Not only that but she couldn’t hover over the bowl. Yet again, she had to wait. The urinal was positioned so that anyone opening the door would see her doing her business. She couldn’t do this and left for her next class. She hated herself for this but it wasn’t sanitary nor private.
Ashlynn quickly staggered into class just in time for the lesson. "Ah Ashlynn you've made it on time. Nice! So today's lesson is a continuation of political parties. I said they serve as a check to ensure no one party gets too much power and serve as a representation of a specific group in society. But they can also serve to divide the country. There are different ways in which political parties garner support for their side in an election and either gain power or stay in power." Mr. Karbine said. This teacher was the type of teacher that valued understanding over regurgitation of information.
As of this moment, Ashlynn couldn't care less about the wars between Democrats and Republicans. What she cared about was staying dry and urinating into a toilet. Ashlynn found a seat in the middle of the middle row. She was surrounded by everyone and no privacy to wince and hold herself. "Even the use of political media is a powerful tool for political parties. We have two main types of media. There is conservative and liberal. Both types use their power of voice, knowledge, tone and visuals to sway their constituents to their way of thinking." Mr. Karbine continued. Ashlynn held herself and rocked back and forth.
A few rows away, Hortense was swaying her knees right and left, keeping her hands on the front of her skirt. Hortense was desperate to use the bathroom, sort of like Ashlynn but not as bad. This morning, Hortense drank two large coffees and a large water bottle after gym class. Since then, she has been putting off her need to urinate. It didn't help that the drills from this morning upended things, and she wasn't the type to go during class time. And as usual, she was denied by other girls already at the bathroom or the Tri-Royalty Brigade. Hortense didn't want a repeat of last year in the cafeteria.
In another part of the classroom, Camilla was writing down her notes, thinking to herself about being a politician one day, changing this country into a nation of elites and sophistication. She was a Trumpian and supported the rights of the elite. She wasn't for liberals, but for people like Donald Trump, Elon Musk, and others who were giants in society. These made things happen while liberals whined about the less fortunate. She also had to go but could hold it due to her anatomical gift of having a bigger bladder. Her father used to make her hold it until it expanded enough that she wouldn't be hampered from a quickly filled bladder. This period lasted from 10:47 to 11:32 am (in case anyone forgot and now it was 10:47 am).
--------------fast-forward 21 minutes-------------------
It was now 11:08 am and time was ticking slowly as ever. Ashlynn couldn’t focus as she moved forward and backwards in her seat. For the past 21 minutes Ashlynn was plagued by a massive of wave of desperation. She shuffled her feet around trying to relieve the tension and help her hold it. Ashlynn regretted her decision to not use the trash pail. The pressure did subside a little from spurting in the bathroom. But as usual it was replaced with more fluid. Her anxiety rose as her need rose. "Mmmhh ... mmmmh .." she moaned.
Every time she made her wave disappear it came back stronger signaling her ocean was ready to come out. Too much was in her exit corridor, and it had to be released asap. She couldn't focus on the class to take notes and currently the class was 5 minutes away from a quiz. That meant being on top of her game for earning an excellent grade. For the last few nights, she barely studied nor did the homework questions. Unlike other teachers Karbine didn't grade you for doing homework questions. He graded the tests and projects to show the knowledge and understanding of the material. Ashlynn did some reading, but it wasn't much with all the homework from her other courses.
Ashlynn was sorely disadvantaged from her job and now trying to hold back a flood. She wasn't ready for this at all. She couldn't do it. How was she to do a quiz? And there was no way she could take a quick trip to urinate. Hortense was also feeling it. She swayed her knees back and forth, holding her crotch part of her skirt. Hortense was severely desperate but not massively bursting like Ashlynn. Still, she displayed a nervous tick that she had to go. In this case, her tick was twirling her pen rapidly. Camilla remained calm as ever. Nothing could stop her from learning about the rights and laws in this great country and how not to abuse it. That was unless it was to serve herself. "I hope this exam isn't very long or complicated." She thought to herself.
---------downstairs in the main office--------
"What are you going to do about this Melanie? Say something you stupid girl!" Jade retorted. Melanie, seriously desperate to urinate, shook with fear as she was approached by Jade the Blackbelt Dragon (another 18-year-old), master of Judo, Karate, and Tai Chi. She was a man in a woman’s body and the second most athletic senior in the school. She was more of a body builder lifting weights and wrestling. She was the enforcer for the Tri-Royalty Brigade. Melanie weakly responded. "I-I-I ... I will d-do everything p-possible to get the bathrooms cleaned. As for Qaura she n-n-needs to face disciplinary action by Mr. Calhoun." "We aren't here for him. We are asking you! Damn it girl what were you elected for? You weren't chosen to be dud. You work for us Melanie Studabaker!”.
Melanie (another 18-year-old senior) was a kind and docile person who always shied away from conflict and violence. Unlike her friend Octavia, she spoke softly and quietly. She wasn't good at standing up for herself as well as Octavia nor was she outspoken like Gretchen. Plus, Melanie was too textbook at times whereas Octavia was more self-independent a thinker and didn't need someone to tell her what to do. Melanie was a nerd and a smart one too. She always tried to resolve things peacefully and according to a set logical procedure, which didn't always work since people behaved a way outside of logic.
But for now, her ability to speak up was seriously dampened. She wasn't just afraid of this buffed up senior but also of her position. When it came to certain people Melanie became a mouse instead of her usual calm and nice self. "Whatever you are doing isn't enough! Get those bathrooms cleaned up sooner, punish this 12th grader sh** (Qaura), and start getting the ball rolling on the other changes my friends requested! Enough stalling or we will take command of this school." Jade replied.
"B-but" "NO BUTS!" Jade yelled back as she clenched her hand holding Melanie's shirt into a fist. Melanie gulped. She was afraid of Jade and has seen what she can do. The whole school practically knew of her and her legendary strength amongst boys and girls. Melanie replied "p-please don't h-hurt me. I-I am doing what Camilla asked but I must maintain a certain image. And there are procedures." Jade and the other two members of the Tri-Royalty Brigade were becoming fed up. Jade slammed her fist against the wall next to Melanie. Melanie now began shaking with fear.
"If you don't get results within the next hour, we are going to have a real problem. And your image will be the least of your worries. .......... And dare I say you look like you're about to pee your pants. Do you have to pee?" Jade asked. Melanie timidly responded "Y-yes." Jade followed up with a sucker punch that was sent directly to her face. Melanie shrieked as she shut her eyes. Her body was in a state of fight or flight and cared about survival. It didn’t care about her need to urinate and straight up relaxed itself. Five seconds later a pitter-patter, followed by the sight of a small but constant stream striking the ground, forming a puddle that only grew bigger in diameter, even around her shoes. She sank down while leaning against the wall.
Melanie opened her eyes only to realize she was urinating in front of the Tri-Royalty Brigade. Jade had this evil grin to her. She wanted her target to feel fear and prepared to get a fist full of her power. Instead, she was aiming for the wall next to her face. She wasn’t really going to hit her yet. It was a message to Melanie if she fails again. And she enjoyed watching her class president wet herself. Streams of her urine escaped the sides of her underwear and down her legs. Melanie understood it was a trick and she felt so disgusted and mortified.
"Jade that wasn't necessary. We didn't need to be in front of another one doing her business in the open." Jade turned around and with this dirty look addressed Priscilla in a most condescending and superior tone. "Do you want results or do you want to be a p****?" Priscilla was immediately silenced. Jade always went a little too far, even for Camilla. But Jade tolerated Camilla saying this as opposed to her two henchwomen. "I get results (smashing her fist against the palm of her other hand)! You two are just here as witnesses basking in my authority. I am the big guns. Don't forget that!" Jade replied.
"Oh look you're a dirty girl wetting yourself in front of your student body and your once beautiful office. ". Melanie replied "Jade you did this. It's your fault.". "Who is going to know Melanie? It's not like you have security footage and Mr. Calhoun is too busy to care. Besides, what Camilla says goes. You know that president mousy!" Now get up and get cracking!"
------------------back to Ashlynn-------------------
It was now 11:23 am and the quiz still went on. The questions ranged from multiple choice to short answer response. These questions asked for vocabulary definitions to fill-in the blank, to critical thinking multiple choice questions. The short answer responses required a simple one-sentence response. The whole class sat quietly answering the questions on the quiz. It was almost silence thanks to a few students making noise from a nervous tick from needing the bathroom. They were Ashlynn and Hortense. Ashlynn shook her double-crossed legs like crazy while keeping her left hand wedged in between her legs as extra help to hold it. But again, it was now use. Hortense swiveled her pen while scrunching her toes in her shoes.
What could they do? The cafeteria bathrooms were still off limits and there was nowhere to go. The second-floor bathrooms were a royal pain to walk up to in this state. Ashlynn answered a 4 of the 10 multiple choice questions and 1 of 3 short answer responses. Ashlynn was so stiff she couldn't write or focus. She squirmed in her seat fighting back the same wave of desperation. She willed herself to hold it despite the pain and yet she was tired of holding it in. These mixed signals made her spurt a little, followed by another, and another, and another. They were half-second spurts followed up by a 1 second urine stream. The back side of her skirt had a wet patch now the size of a tennis ball. Worse off, some of her urine went through the back of her skirt and dampened her seat
And still her urine was still growing. It didn't help she drank so much coffee and soda last night plus the coffee this morning. But even so this shouldn't make her urge so unnaturally distressing. Ashlynn could feel her exit dam quiver, allowing some dribbling down the middle again. It didn’t help the windows were open and allowing a breeze into the classroom. At 11:09 am one student received permission to open the window a little. But the cold draft was felt by everyone. It was 60°F but wind chill made it fell as though it was 50°F.
The cold air touched everything with its apathetic hands. From the walls to the desk to the students in it, everything was made cold as the molecules moved at a slower rate from loss of kinetic energy. Some students began rubbing their upper arms and thighs. Some shifted in their seats while others put on a sweater. Ashlynn and Hortense could feel the draft blow by, threatening to cause a shiver and a spurt, or full-blown urination. At 11:20 am, a serious draft blew by, pushing papers over desks and depositing a chill to all the students. The chilly air
At one point she shuddered from the cold breeze blowing by. Ashlynn spurted a 1-second jet, further dampening her nether region, her skirt, and her seat. She dribbled some more too. Her poor exit dam screamed for an end to its torture. It flooded her brain with signals pleading for this nightmare to end. Ashlynn shed a tear listening to herself cry for relief. Hortense was shaking from holding back double waves of desperation. She was bursting now from her need to urinate and bleed. It was that time of the month and it came fast. She felt stinging pain from all over and the pressure just kept building. She couldn't focus nor even hold her pen.
It was now 11:25 am and both girls were bursting. Hortense was on the verge of unleashing an orange disgusting mess where she sat. Ashlynn was on the verge of unleashing a golden downpour. Camilla still didn't budge period. She was right as rain.
------------------back downstairs-------------------
Melanie watched as her office floor was being mopped. Luckily, she was able to somewhat clean up in Nurse Talia's office, but she needed to shower. Melanie was so hurt and mortified, her mood changed to irritable and unfriendly. She lectured her staff about their performance and spoke rudely to them. "What is the point of the clean up crew? Don't you see the bathrooms need to be cleaned? We don't have all day and there is no room for laziness. You all have cleaned the bathrooms before. It should be a simple task. Can’t you perform your job as required?" Normally, she would never speak this way but she was so hurt and scared. Melanie was displacing her pain upon her staff.
It was now 11:22 am and her subordinates didn't like her right now. One of them also had to pee badly. But she couldn't go either and danced while working. She was moaning from being on the verge of an accident. "Oooooooooo ... uuuuuuuu." Francesca Pierre (18 years old) needed to urinate badly. The nearby bathroom in the nurse's office was off limits and not available to use until she finished mopping her class president's office. "Boss I have to pee and I can't hold it for another .... ooooooo man!" Framcesca Pierre stood there, urinating. Melanie wasn't happy and told her to plug up the works. Then, she had to finish mopping up. Melanie did eventually feel sorry for her but for now, she was the horrible boss. (Get it! Horrible Bosses! It is a movie franchise!)
----------back to Ashlynn & Hortense---------
It was now 11:29 am and still the quiz time kept going. Ashlynn and Hortense squirmed in their seats, wincing in pain and unable to hold their pen or pencil. Ashlynn spurted once more 2 minutes before, bringing more anxiety than necessary. She shuffled her feet around and kept her hands between her crotch area. Ashlynn couldn't wait for the clock to strike 11:32 am and get out of here. She didn't answer more than a few more questions. It was now 6 multiple choice questions but still only 1 short answer question. The other 5 questions asked for things Ashlynn didn't know nor was she able to think critically. There was one term she didn't remember.
8. When political parties alter the shape and size of districts to suit their own political gain and stay in power, and thus affecting the constituent size for the other party to reduce their chances of winning more votes, what do we say happened here?
Ashlynn knew what was being asked but she couldn't remember the term. Hortense was stuck on another question.
10. What are 5 methods a political party can do to gain voter advantage over their opponents to remain the incumbent party in power?
Hortense could only think of 3 methods. She wrote gerrymandering, political media, and political advertisements. She blanked out on the last two methods learned in class because her mind kept bringing her back to her need to urinate. Thanks to the cold, she already spurted 1 minute ago. She shuddered due to the cold and accidentally let out a small half-second stream of her two pent up oceans. It showed up as an orange-colored stain on her lace thong. Another spurt and game over. Hortense had to focus on staying dry. And she had only two questions left to answer.
Ashlynn had enough and circled an answer for the last 4 multiple choice questions. As for the short answer question, she wrote down a quick one-sentence response about how political parties maintain democracy and keep the other power in check. Her answer involved vetoing and impeachment but no further elaboration of her answer. She carefully got up and staggered over to Mr. Karbine's desk. Just before she could give in her quiz, Hortense rushed to Mr. Karbine’s desk and submitted her test. From there, she ran out the door. Ashlynn gave in her test soon after. Two seconds later the bell rang.
The rest of the class put away their things and got up to submit their quizzes. Ashlynn stood to one side with her left leg wrapped around the other. Once she was confident the coast was clear, she went back to her desk. Ashlynn grabbed her bag and left the classroom quickly.
For Hortense, the next period was her lunch period, and she knew how long the lines get. She ran to the cafeteria as fast as possible to get a spot on the bathroom lines.
--------------meanwhile downstairs--------------
It was a hustle and bustle downstairs as students continued to open and close their lockers, go to their class, and line up for the only available bathrooms. Especially the cafeteria, packed with various seniors needing food and relief, or an excuse to waste time. The boys lined up for the usual fast turnout. The female seniors were waiting desperately for their chance to go, especially those bobbing up and down. Many senior girls showed up only to be met with the horror of a huge queue. That included Hortense. Just as she finally made it, the line was already past so many rows of bench tables. It went down to the first row of bench table closest to the door. "F***!" Hortense said under her breath.
"How did the lines get so long this quickly?". The other hallway bathrooms on the first floor weren't ready yet. The clean-up crew closed some of the corridor bathrooms to clean it up. Those meant students accumulating on the cafeteria bathroom lines. Hortense stood their crossing one leg over another, keeping her hands in her crotch area. The female bathroom line was moving very slowly due to timewasters, Priscilla, and one dainty senior girl. This girl was a germophobe wiping down the toilet seat and the flush handle with a disinfectant wipe numerous times.
Priscilla sat in another stall doing her number 2. While doing so, she read a text message made on her Twitter account. It involved frivolous nonsense about celebrities and pictures (selfies) made by dumb girls. The other stall and urinal were in use by seniors having to use the bathroom. A few of them took time at the sink to powder themselves and put on make-up. Many of the senior girls wished they were guys that didn't have beauty needs and an external tube between their legs. Hortense was becoming antsy while online, leaning to one side to see how the line was moving. "Come on move it. I have to pee." Hortense yelled.
One senior girl told her to be quiet. Another stuck out her middle finger. Mrs. Kay and two others stood guard as they ensured none of the girl's or boys used the other genders bathroom. One girl (12th grader, 18 years) was shewed away from the boy's bathroom queue. "But I can't go on this line." this girl said. But the monitor told her to get back on the girl's line. She was on the verge of an accident and one that would pierce her cute pink, Pikachu underwear. What the monitor didn't want to hear was that this student was a transgender female with a penis. In other words, she had a tube between her legs, like males do. Since there weren't transgender bathrooms yet where else could she go but the boy's bathroom.
The transgender student (I am naming her Ginger Greenfield) was new to the school and could only afford to come here to finish her high school education. Her last school had bullies against people like this one girl. Plus, she was assured by Mr. Calhoun no one would impede or bully her. But perhaps this lunch monitor didn't get the memo or didn't care. Ginger did the only thing she could. She was too far away from the gym bathroom and about to burst. She ran like a possessed person into the girl's bathroom, went to the urinal and did her business. There was no stopping the jet stream of gold as it struck the netted cover over the drain inside the urinal.
A female senior of 18 years old that was next to enter, angrily entered the bathroom and told Ginger to move it. "I can't I can't stop it." the Ginger said. But the senior didn't like the answer and pushed her over, causing a near spill and splattered onto Ginger's upper thighs and some of the hem of her skirt, and her hands aiming her stream. The other senior girl stood next to Ginger and pulled aside the gusset of her underwear, lifted her leg, and began urinating. For the girls outside it was sheer torture. Hortense was becoming unhinged as her need reached critical. Hortense began biting her fingernails, double wrapping her leg around her right one, grunting and groaning. She kept thinking about last year and what might happen this time.
"Stupid rule about not using the boy's bathroom. The queue is almost done. Plus, last month I almost had an accident. But at least I pissed into the urinal. This time, I might piss myself here and now. What kind of school is this? And who the hell is the Tri-Royalty Brigade?" She thought. It was already 2 minutes and still no closer to the bathroom was Hortense. There were still 16 seniors in front. Priscilla didn't leave and the germophobic 12th graders just finished wiping herself with flushable wipes. Ginger and the other 12th grader left together, happily relieved and apologizing for rudeness. They went to the gymnasium to change their skirts. The two became friends instantly. The other senior girl with Ginger was June Tipton.
Hortense and several other senior females were not so lucky. It was now 11:37 am and still waiting. Priscilla remained inside and still reading her stupid text. One girl held up one of the sinks for her beauty stuff. The line moved up by two more people but still not fast enough. Hortense was feeling her need reach critical and unable to hold back the impending flood. She didn't spurt yet but the wave of desperation was becoming too much for her. She had to go now. Hortense tried stepping out of line, but the way there was too narrow with people walking past her and those in front of her. She couldn't make it past the line like Ginger. Hortense wasn't helping herself bounce up and down as it only helped to strengthen the wave of desperation. Hortense didn't want a repeat of last year and find another solution.
Suddenly, she saw the lunch monitors walk up to a few male seniors for doing something inappropriate. From here, Hortense could see Mrs. Kay's face beet red and wide-eyed as she scolded them. Those boys didn't get a chance to speak. Hortense could see the door to the boy's bathroom left unattended. No one saw and the other students spoke amongst themselves. Furthermore, the queue for the boy's bathroom disappeared as the queue for lunch grew larger. It was now or never. This was shameful and yet necessary.
She made a break for it again. She ran across the cafeteria and burst into the bathroom. She was greeted by the occupied stalls and only one urinal near the door. "Crap!" Hortense muttered. Just then, the flush sounded as one of the senior boys finished. She immediately went to stand behind the door thinking it would open outwards. Sadly, it opened inwards and out came a 12th grader. Hortense grabbed the senior by the shirt. “I need to pee and if I don't get to that stall, a flood will be least of your worries so move it!". The boy went to the sink and got out of her way. Hortense hunkered down in the stall and did her business.
----------------------back to Ashlynn----------------------
Ashlynn's next class was Art class taught by Mr. Trumble. This class period lasted from 11:36 to 12:21 pm. He was a more relaxed person and enjoyed the free expression of art. The art classes were on the same side and floor of the building as her creative writing. Ashlynn tried the bathroom nearby her previous class only to find the bathroom off limits. One of Melanie’s workers said they were off limits to be cleaned. Ashlynn was annoyed an in pain. She angrily pleaded to use the toilet only to be denied again. “**** you!” she cried out. She had to find another bathroom AGAIN.
And as usual, the nurse’s office bathroom was taken. Iit was because of the clean-up crew. Poor Ashlynn kept being denied the use of the bathroom which her poor, distended bladder needed or else. She whimpered and winced hard due to her need to go. Each step she took made it even worse. Her exit dam quivered and fatigued so badly. It was ready to buckle under the pressure any moment. Ashlynn spurted since morning and on the verge of a major accident. Her bladder made spasm noises as it kept expanding and stretching from mitosis gone overdrive. Her kidneys still pumped fluid into her bladder. Her bladder contracted harder trying to get rid of this poisonous ocean that must be removed. It is biological waste which germs did grow and populated.
Her urethra was feeling the pressure increase and unable to keep itself contracted as far as it could. It was amazing how many neurotransmitters were being produced by the nervous system and after all this time. Her mind was about to go insane. As with this morning, Ashlynn had to navigate the minefield of students in the corridor. At one point, a student bumped into her sending her to the right side of the corridor. She almost spurted as she instinctively wrapped her left leg around her right leg. For another 20 seconds, she battled another wave of desperation due to nearly spurting. She kept her left leg double-wrapped around her right leg and her hands grabbing her skirt for dear life.
Ashlynn continued down the corridor towards her Art class. Along the way, she came across another bathroom. Ashlynn couldn’t believe it as she found another potential place for relief. But then she stopped. She had been mistaken earlier today and approached it carefully. Suddenly, three other seniors went into the girl’s bathroom. Ashlynn went inside hoping against all the odds there was a stall available. Alas, there wasn’t even a urinal. Ashlynn wondered why the universe seemed to be against her today.
-------------------after a few minutes------------------------
It was 1 minute before class started. Ashlynn didn't want to risk being late again and chose to make the trek to class. Just then, someone called out to Ashlynn from behind. She turned around to see it was her art teacher. "Mr. Trumble hi uuuh ... what's going on?" Ashlynn asked while keeping her hands by her side. She bobbed up and down a little while looking at her art teacher. "We are having art class in Ms. Jenkins' classroom. My classroom is being used for shop class. Ain't that a hoot?" Mr. Trumble asked. Ashlynn stiffened her body as another wave of desperation came over her. She tried to hide her desperation, but her voice was a little strained. "Y-yeah it's .. cool. Good to hear." "Oh I knew you would feel that way. Let's go." Before she could go with him, she had to say this. "Mr. Trumble. I might be a little late. I need to go to the bathroom REALLY badly."
Mr. Trumble replied "Yeah sure go ahead. Don't have an accident on my account. Just make it quick. We have a lot to do." With that he left for class and Ashlynn had another chance to find relief. There was another bathroom down the hallway past the arts and humanities classrooms, and before the cooking classrooms. She willed herself to hang on longer until she got to the bathroom. She desperately wanted to urinate in privacy and into a toilet bowl. It was 20 seconds before the bell rang and just as she got to the entrance, she was met with surprise. There was one bathroom stall available. No wet floor signs and even the stall doors were opened. The sinks appeared clean and the mirrors also spotless.
"Eeee!" She squeaked as she finally found what she was looking for. Suddenly, she felt something moving down her thighs. She looked down and gasped. She instinctively relaxed her muscles from seeing the relief finally within her grasp. Ashlynn urinated for about 3.5 seconds. Again, she shut the door closed and began holding herself like an elementary school girl about to wet herself. Due to the mixed signals and the feeling of relief, she accidentally started urinating. Her stream wetted her thighs, snaked around the front and back as rivulets down her thighs to her feet, and sprayed droplets. And a small puddle surrounded where she stood.
She did feel some relief from the pressure but it wasn’t enough. The pressure and pain in her abdomen were staggering. Again, holding with all her remaining strength was torture. 😢 She had to hold on and wait until she was in position over a toilet. She staggered over to the furthest stall, pushed open the door and saw what appeared to be a clean toilet seat and flush handle. "Splendid!" Ashlynn thought to herself. But as she got closer to the toilet, she saw it was a mix of brown with grey for stuffed toilet paper, and yellow. Ashlynn cursed under her breath and went to try the next stall. The door was occupied by another senior student.
Ashlynn shrieked in frustration. “What’s happened to this school? Why isn’t there an available-…….. oh gawd (she said softly)….why is the universe against me today? Why can’t I just pee like normal people into a normal toilet?”. Tears welled up in her eyes as she swayed her knees side to side, and held her crotch via her skirt. Her legs were sullied and probably smelly, and now her insides churned begging for freedom. Suddenly, Ashlynn heard her name being called. “Miss Avalon!” She turned around to see the V.P. Shida. "Miss Avalon ... what's that pungent odor. Ugh students really should flush. Anyway, we are having another fire drill. You know I can't let you stay here." Ashlynn pleaded for help and tried to explain she had been holding it. But right now, V.P. Shida didn’t have time to hear it and hurried her out of the bathroom, along with the other student in the other stall.
-------------outside the school building-------------
It was 11:40 am and the day was still beautiful blue as always. The birds flew across the wash of white and aqua. The sun shown bright in the sky approaching its zenith in the sky. The wind chill was cold and uncomfortable as usual. It blew by the grass and trees, causing them to sway along with the wind. However, down below at Nolan James High School, students stood outside waiting to come back inside. Many students rubbed their upper arms to stay warm while others weren't phased. Ashlynn was given to the Ceramics class while waiting outside. She was irritable and tired from holding it this long. Her insides were furiously sending neurotransmitters to Ashlynn.
Ashlynn couldn't believe that she was yet again denied. She was angry and somewhat crying. She shed a tear that traveled down her left eye. All she wanted was to urinate. Her bladder kept contracting as it expanded. Her exit dam still quivered and pained from the straining. Some students looked at her as though she had 10 heads while others snickered or didn't care. Ashlynn was mortified to be this way in public again. But what could she do? There was nothing she could do. She shivered out in the cold and nearly spurted. All she could think about was her need to urinate.
She kept her hands wedged between her tightly pressed legs and bobbed up and down. Wincing in pain and shaking as her stiff body was using up its reserves of energy to hold it. The cold wind didn't help blowing by to threaten another spurt. "How long will this drill take? I have to pee!" Ashlynn thought to herself. Another mild gust of air blew by ruffling the grass and trees. Again, she felt a draft which only threatened to cause a spurt yet again. Ashlynn tried to hold it in but the cool air was too much. Ashlynn shuddered allowing another spurt to escape her. It fell onto her thighs and traveled down her legs. Ashlynn was filled with more anxiety from the possibility of urinating in front of everyone. Not only that, but the feeling of her urine going down her legs only made her shudder again.
She dribbled some more which dripped after traveling down the middle. Ashlynn could feel the sticky urine on her skin of her thighs and legs. It was another two minutes before at last the student and staff bodies were allowed to re-enter the school building. Ashlynn waited in suspense for her turn to go inside the building. "Come on come on damn it why aren't they moving faster." Class after class went inside in mass droves. When at last it was her turn, she followed suit. She couldn't hide her immense need to go as she staggered inside the building. "Oh be quiet. Don't judge!" she cried to a bunch of girls snickering from behind. Like no one else has ever been so desperate? Ashlynn moved as fast as she could. Unlucky for her someone stepped on her foot.
She jerked forward, nearly urinating full force. She spurted a small 1-second stream along with a few droplets. No one saw this but Ashlynn stopped to allow herself to hold it. The crowd of students did walk around and in front of her. They all looked at her like she had ten heads. The air remained cold and windy. Another gust of wind blew but Ashlynn was able to keep it together. Luckily, she didn’t spurt again. Once inside, she tried to make her way to the nearest girl’s room. Ashlynn needed to urinate and find relief fast. Her bladder was still filling up. The pain remained and kept increasing. Her urethra couldn’t contract any further. She now limped a little and stopped once to bob up and down to deal with a wave of desperation. It was always there, but at times (like know) it reached a pinnacle and she had to stop to prevent a flood.
Sadly, she had to move with the gradient of students and their teachers. Ashlynn hoped she wouldn’t be deterred from the bathroom. She just had to make a quick trip to empty her bladder. Her body screamed and her lower region stung going numb. "Mmmmmmm" she moaned several times. "I know body I know. I wish I could go too!" She told herself. But her subconscious and her body kept yelling at her to let it go. "You should have been more like Gretchen and risk detention! It was better you get into trouble than end up in the hospital." Voice 1 said. Ashlynn was just about to pass her creative writing class when her teacher Mr. Trumble stood in the doorway. He saw Ashlynn and called out to her. “Ashlynn. Good to see you. Class is starting now. We don’t have time.”.
Mr. Trumble immediately herded her inside (along with some hallway school staff) and shut the door for the class period. Ashlynn tried to mention her need for the bathroom, but it was cut short. Mr. Trumble was informed of being found in the bathroom and assumed she did her business. He didn’t seem to notice her fidgeting and worried look. Ashlynn tried to speak up but Mr. Trumble brought her into his class. “There’s no time. We have to start now.” Mr. Trumble retorted. It was now 11:45 am and still only about 36 minutes left of the period. Mr. Trumble started his agenda by first bringing Ashlynn to the front of the class. "As I have lectured in previous sessions, drawing another person requires great patience. Today I have chosen Ashlynn Avalon to be the model you have to draw. For those aspiring to be great artists, this is your first opportunity to gain some experience." Ashlynn didn't like where this was going.
"Now there won’t be any lewd behavior or depictions allowed. This is for the lesson and requires the utmost respect for your classmate. I will be here if anyone tries something. (Mr. Trumble took it seriously how someone was portrayed.) Ashlynn was horrified that she would have to pose a certain way while staying still for the rest of class time. She couldn't do this. Not now. How was it possible for her to be still and calm. "Excuse me! Mr. Trumble, I need a word with you. Its important!" Mr. Calhoun said. "Alright class begin drawing Miss Avalon. You must adhere to your notes from my lecture as well as your class textbook. It will serve as a guide. Ashlynn will take this pose. (Ashlynn widened her eyes. That pose could make her spurt!) Mr. Trumble went outside to speak with Mr. Calhoun. Ashlynn turned to look back at the class which stared back at her. One girl in the back of the class had this smirk knowing full well this model might urinate right here. This classmate was senior (18 years old) named Ida Williams. The pose she had to take was as shown below. She had to keep still and not hold herself. Period! And she can’t hold down the front of the skirt. Of course, Ashlynn held a pencil not a cigarette. I would imagine her right leg a little higher or even resting on the left arm rest.
Her skirt looked like this.
Her shoes would like the shoe below with a heel just a bit taller by a few centimeters.
The whole class stared at this senior ready to have a bathroom break on the floor. Everyone could tell by the way she was holding herself and panting. Ashlynn just wanted to urinate in a bathroom stall, not sit there looking pretty. Ashlynn tried to get the attention of her teacher. But Mr. Calhoun snapped at her to return to class.
--------------------back to the Melanie------------------
Melanie sat there with this depressed and emotionally hurt look on her face. Francesca was too angry and bitter to say anything. She didn’t want the whole school to know what she did as she cleaned up the floor she went upon. It was 11:59 pm and Melanie received an update every minute from her staff. She didn’t want to hear about another incident and face Jade again. Her workers knew why she was feeling this way. But they didn't care for the disrespect and living in fear. "Thats it! ." Francesca cried out and stopped mopping the bathroom floor.” Francesca stormed out the door but Melanie ordered her to come back. “You don’t order me around Mel. Just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean you get to behave abusively against me. You’re just another pawn of the elitist mafia.” Melanie was left with more insult to injury.
Francesca wasn't wearing any sort of undergarment for meeting with her handsome boyfriend from the school’s baseball team. They met at their usual meeting point for …. spending time together
----------------------back to Ashlynn----------------------
It was now 12:05 pm and still Mr. Calhoun and Mr. Trumble talked outside. What they were talking about was unclear to the class still focused on trying to draw their desperate model. Ashlynn tried to hold her position for what seemed like forever. Wave after wave of desperation washed over her, pulsating as it throbbed downstairs, turning her exit dam inside out many times over. Her mind was screaming from the incessant cries for help as her poor bladder and exit corridor. She winced and shifted in her seat. Her knees swayed side to side and hunched over. Ashlynn winced and whimpered in front of everyone. Worse off, the windows were open and a strong gust might raise her skirt. Ashlynn couldn’t help it as she kept one hand on her skirt. At times, she even grabbed herself.
Ashlynn instinctively moved back and forth in her seat, shifting in her seat. It was 12:10 pm and her wave of desperation was at another all-time high. She gritted her teeth and winced in pain. The whole class became fed up with her fidgeting. Some felt sorry for her while others just didn’t care. Ashlynn felt mortified she displayed this behavior. But she had to what she could to not have an accident. Ida (18 years old) loved every minute of this and hoped she wet herself. She loved female omorashi. At times, her classmates asked Ashlynn to maintain the pose, which only made her feel more antsy. "I am being calm. Stop telling me to be calm!". Ashlynn would reply in her frantic, irritable tone.
The whole class could tell she was about to wet herself but couldn't do anything to help her. Two minutes later a breeze to blow by and bring the chill with it. Oh how that made Ashlynn even more worried. She already spurted several times and now might do it again. As time went on Ashlynn felt the apathetic chill of the leftover winter air. But for those with full bladders and quivering exit dams, shivering was a bad idea. It was as if the cold air loved huffing and puffing, trying to make Ashlynn shiver enough for one long spurt or urination unchallenged. It was 12:15 pm and Ashlynn was shaking from the cold air and fighting a big wave of desperation. Her face winced and expressed worry. She had to go and the class could see it. Two senior boys talked about how long it would be before it came burst out. "Betcha' 10 she won't make it before class ends." "You're on!"
At last, Mr. Trumble came back inside for class. One student raised her hand. "Mr. Trumble may I go to the bathroom?" "Sure Ida you can go." Ashlynn's eyes widened and her mouth dropped. Her shock was visible to everyone. Mr. Trumble couldn't understand what troubled Ashlynn. He told the class to continue drawing. Ashlynn couldn't believe what just happened. She was the person bursting to go. She was the person whose bladder ached like h***. She was the one person denied the bathroom several times and still denied. How was this possible? "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" groaned her abdomen. Ashlynn clutched her abdomen in pain as another spasm occurred.
Crunch time! Her body was starting to rebel against Ashlynn. Her bladder stopped growing but it was so bloated. You would have thought it ruptured by now. But it didn't. It began contracting and forcing this toxic waste against her poor tortured urethra. "Mmmmmmmm" Ashlynn moaned softly. She was on borrowed time now. Suddenly a gust of wind blew by and bringing a chill with it. The chill was so bad that she couldn't help but shudder. Another 1-second spurt escaped her and onto the floor. She did dribble as her urethra exit hole quivered.
Ashlynn blushed big time in front of everyone. The whole class noticed her blushing, hoping to get out before witnessing the flood. Mr. Trumble thought she was just nervous from being at the center of focus for the first time. He had no idea of the impending mess that could occur. Ashlynn just wanted the class to end so she could avoid having an accident. Ashlynn had enough. "Excuse me M-Mr. Trumble I ... I have to go pee badly. I was a-about to go until ... Vice P-principal Shida stopped me b-because of the fire drill. She said she caught me in the bathroom ......... I need to pee badly."Mr. Trumble was astonished and surprised. Mr. Trumble couldn’t fathom this. However, seeing Ashlynn in serious need for the bathroom understood the nature of the problem. “I'm sorry. But only one student can leave at a time. When she comes back just go. Don't wait up on me and the bell. But how is the class doing with their drawings?" He asked. Most said they're almost done. Some said they needed more time. And of course, Ida didn't return. Ashlynn was rocking back forth more visibly. In her frantic state she began biting her fingernails.
-------------at the nearby girls bathroom-----------
Ida was sitting on the toilet watching a YouTube video about omorashi. Ida finished her business but she wanted to kill more time. She was watching the anime cartoon show Shimoneta season 1 episode 8. (This is a real TV show.) The scene she viewed was Anna holding herself as one of her subordinates held a box of all the toilet paper. This subordinate confiscated the toilet paper under the pretense it was lewd purposes. But one of the characters on the tv show nearby explained toilet paper was used for hygienic purposes Thus, it was declared okay for having toilet paper. Just then Anna is forced to deal with a trouble-making student. In the process, Anna whimpered as she probably spurted or just made her tension worse. She briefly asks for recognition of her efforts before running off for with a roll of toilet. Ida enjoyed the desperation that Anna felt, viewing the scene three more times before wiping herself and pulling up her skirt. Ida took her own sweet time as she left the stall and went to wash her hands. "Oh man I wish more anime cartoons had this kind of stuff. May be hentai has it." Ida said to herself.
---------------------back to Ashlynn-----------------------
It was 12:19 pm and Ida still didn’t return from the bathroom. Ashlynn wasn’t looking too good now. Each time she tried to make her urge go away it came back worse. Her dam quivered, buckling a few times under the pressure and allowing small spurts to pass. One spurt was a one-second jet followed by another, and another, and another. Her body was rebelling and telling her it was time to let it go ....... or else!. Some of her spurts fell onto the chair and splattered onto her left thigh, and traveled down as rivulets.
Ashlynn wanted to let it go but not like this. Not in front of everyone. She wished she went in the trash pail, went into the bushes outside, etc., but the past was the past. All Ashlynn could do was wait for the bell to ring or Ida's return. The whole class figured by now Ashlynn would have wet herself like a little schoolgirl.
Ashlynn blushed a glowing red and a worried look spanned across her face. She could feel the pain from her exit dam as it fluctuated from numb to stinging to numb. It was like a crazy roller coaster with the up and downs. It would be another 30 seconds before the bell rang. In that time, a breeze blew by that sent a big chill throughout the class. Some students had enough while others kept on drawing. Ashlynn felt the chill alright! She shivered again, which allowed another spurt to escape her. This spurt lasted 1.5 seconds, splattering onto herself from the chair. She flinched upwards on the stool (from this last spurt) and whimpered softly.
The two students placing a bet thought they were lucky. "Oh she's gonna do it. She's gonna do it. Oh man this s*** show is awesome." "I know. I wish we could catch this on camera and post in YouTube." said the other. A few female students watching Ashlynn were disgusted and annoyed. One thought to herself "What is up with Ashlynn? This is embarrassing for a female to do. She shouldn't be peeing herself." Ashlynn could feel her insides churning, wanting her to let it out. Her bladder kept contracting and putting pressure on her tortured exit dam. Everything felt the pain of exhaustion and screaming for freedom. Ashlynn was about to go crazy if this didn't end soon.
Just then, the bell rang which Ashlynn sighed relief. Now she could go find a toilet to urinate into. Ashlynn had to wait for the class to leave before she could.. She sat there more stiff grabbing the hem of her skirt as she fought off another wave of desperation. One by one students left in a hurry before the great yellow flood happens. Except for the two boys making the bet, everyone else left. These two numbskulls kept staring at Ashlynn. Ashlynn felt very uncomfortable by their staring and told them to stare elsewhere. But one of them, named Jordie said "It's just that we've never seen a hot girl piss herself before. We would love to see-" "Okay keep it moving." Mr. Trumble said. Ashlynn was thankful to Mr. Trumble for his help and left. She made a left and down the hallway for her next class.
It was gym class, and she was in no mood for calisthenics. She was tired and disgusting. All she wanted was to plop on her bed and sleep. Luckily there was a bathroom and a shower in the girl's locker room. And she had a change of clothes and shoes. She could do her business and wear something new. She had to pass by the minefield of students again and the long queue of students stretching through the hallway. Ashlynn didn't have the time to wait for the queues to finish up. At least the first-floor bathrooms were hopefully cleaned up as per the request of her highness, Camilla. Ashlynn kept to one side of the hallway, keeping her legs close to each other while walking. She breathed heavily to gain more oxygen to hold it. Her fatigued body needed the extra energy boost. While going down the hall, Ashlynn was nudged a few times. The third time was at the side of her abdomen, causing her to whimper.
A few drops came out landing on her thighs, one of which traveled down between them a few centimeters. Ashlynn stood there for a couple of seconds swaying her legs side to side trying to hold back the flood. One of the droplets traveled down the back of her right thigh to the back of her knee. She felt so uncomfortable by this shuddered from this feeling. That made her relax a little and urinated for about 2 seconds. Again, she closed the hatch despite dripping urine between her thighs.
Ashlynn felt this too which added to feeling her anxiety and disgust with her already unclean extremities. This stream of her urine dampened the insides of her legs and made more rivulets. It also dampened her shoes and made the insides more damaged. Each step she took already felt sticky and wet. Once she could continue to walk without spurting, she felt as though her feet were immersed in an ocean of her urine. It was a miracle there wasn’t squelching.
--------------fast forward to main office------------
Melanie kept her crew at work to meet Camilla's demands. During this time, she was met by Camilla and her friends. "So dear Melanie how are things?" "Camilla!" "Do you need reminding of your duties?" "No! The first-floor bathrooms are cleaned. My people are working on the second-floor bathrooms and the other demands you wanted." "Good Melanie, good. And just so you remember your plac-" But Camilla was cut off by someone else. It was Octavia Starr and Gretchen Grayson. "Camilla you've gone too far. And you somewhat allow this Melanie. But making her pee herself was out of line entirely."
Octavia was filled with a strong righteous passion concerning the mob queen and her cronies, especially Jade. Gretchen also had enough and dying for a fight with Jade. Both had long standing grudges that spanned years. Now it seemed their time came to settle this. "Well well if it isn't the upstart and the untouchable!" Camilla exclaimed. "Don't worry I have all day for a beat down." Jade said. Just then, Principal Calhoun walked in with an announcement. "We have a school event in the gymnasium and everyone must attend. That includes you Melanie. All work on your end stops. But some of your workers may continue their work. We have to get going. It's 12:23 and next period (12:25 pm – 1:10 pm) starts in 2 minutes." He left Melanie's office thereby yet again prolonging the inevitable.
----------------outside the main office----------------
There was a long line of seniors waiting for the bathrooms in the cafeteria and the nurse's office. As usual, the girl's bathroom took the longest in the cafeteria as with every other bathroom. But the nurse's bathroom had both students from the second and third floors. Currently, the line was held up thanks to the senior girl with germaphobia. She wiped down the seat, the faucets, flush handle, doorknobs, soap dispenser, and of course the handle to the paper towel dispenser. Then, she did her business. These seniors on the queue were heckling at this one germaphobe to hurry. One senior girl (18 years) was crying out for the bathroom in her frantic desperate state. She wasn't just bursting; she was on the verge of a full-blown accident. This girl already wet her panty with a big wet spot and now spurting onto the floor. This stream of her urine emerged from her wet patch several times as it struck the floor splattering onto her shoes and exposed parts of her feet. Rivulets emerged from the sleeves of her panty down the sides of her thighs and down the back. This girl kept moving her thighs side to side, sometimes getting caught in the crosshairs of her urine stream. It only added to her legs getting dirty as they were getting sprayed by her urine, droplets running down her legs and into her shoes. "Come on come on oh please hurry it up!" the senior girl cried out.
A few senior guys (18 years old) spurted too and about to have an accident. Their tubes taught and in pain trying to hold it. One guy jogged in place. Luckily, he didn’t spurt yet. One of the students passing by all this was Ashlynn. She staggered passed everyone while holding herself and keeping her legs close together. Suddenly, one staff person opened one of the main doors allowing a burst of cold air to blow by. Ashlynn felt a quick shiver down her spine which almost caused her to spurt. She did shudder allowing a few drops to escape her twice. One person, a boy from behind several yards away, saw Ashlynn's skirt ascend.
"Whoa!" said this senior student (18 years). It was Eugene. He couldn't believe it and it was his first time he saw it. He felt elated in ways only a nerd with no future with a hot girl could feel. He ran back to his friend Sid (18 years old). (What he saw will be explained later!) Ashlynn kept going to her next class. She did pass by other bathrooms with their long queues. These queues also had students from the upper floors. "I wish one of these bathrooms was available to get in a quick pee." Ashlynn said to herself. She made the right turn around the corner and towards the gymnasium. As time passed the hallways became clearer to walk through and reach her next class sooner. By the time it was 12:24 pm she made it to the door to the girl’s locker room.
A small feeling of relief was in her heart which made her want to let it all out. But she had to remain focused on staying dry. She proceeded to turn the doorknob only to barely move it. She tried the knob again, but nothing happened. "What the? Wait this can’t be right." Ashlynn thought. She became irate pulling and crazily turning the doorknob trying to open it. The gym teacher for this period, Ms. Valdez, came over to what appeared to be a crazy person. "Excuse me Ashlynn. Can't you see the door is locked?" Ms. Valdez said.
"I know it's locked, but I .... I .... oh gawd ... what gives? I have to pee like crazy and I don't how long I can hold it." Ashlynn replied. Her teacher seeing the desperation on the student's face replied. "I'm sorry but we aren't having regular gym period. The gym locker rooms are closed off for safe-" Ashlynn was fed up and interrupted her teacher. "If I don't get inside right ..... (eyes widened) .... I just spurted twice and I might spurt more. I'm about to piss myself so bad safety will be the least of your worries." Ashlynn said. Ms. Valdez couldn't allow for this and went to reach for her keys to unlock the locker room doors. “Hurry! I can’t ..... oh gawd I spurted again. Damn it please open this door."
Mr. Calhoun came over asking what wrong, sounding annoyed. "I don't know what's going on but its’ time for the in-school meeting. Get inside and sit on the bleachers." "Bu-" "Get inside now. You're holding up our brave men and women in blue." Mr. Calhoun said as he directed her inside and to the bleachers. "Your behavior is atrocious, and I won’t have any of it right now." He walked away and scolded the gym teacher for not being firmer on this matter. Yet again this poor girl was denied the bathroom. This was a travesty. She should've waited on one of the queues. But then again, the students on the queues were told to go to the gymnasium by the Vice Principal. So what good was it?
Ashlynn sat next to a bunch of 12th graders (18 years) trying not to attract attention to herself. But yet again, she was fighting another wave of desperation. This time it was incessant and kept coming. Each time she held it back it came back stronger. She couldn't help wedging her hands in her crotch area via her skirt. The meeting proceeded as planned and hosted by the school for discussion about the dangers of drugs. One of the police officers began speaking to the student body. "I am officer Politsky from the 12th police precinct. Your school has been a sighting for drugs. With urging from your school principal, I will discuss the dangers of drugs. Drugs are a criminal offense and punishable with arrest." Ashlynn didn't care about that right now. All she wanted was to urinate into a toilet. Why was that too much to ask for? She already knew not to do it and what happens if you do. To her this was a waste of her time. "Drugs are a gateway to a life of crime and villainy. Don't do it. You all know but I must reiterate it. Don't do drugs! It's simple.
The officer continued. "And if anyone tries to pressure you forget it. Tell them no and report it to a teacher or call us. If you see someone using it, selling it, trading it or even seeing lying around, report it at once. Even if it's a (air quotes) from a friend. Such people aren't friends if they're into this stuff. It leads to all sorts of trouble for everyone involved." Octavia and Camilla (plus the rest of the Tri-Royalty Brigade) already knew this. Gretchen kept her head down sleeping through the whole thing. Typical! Gretchen always believed this was an attempt to brainwash people with stupid stuff. First, not all drugs were bad like the medical marijuana. And two; not all drugs were as bad as others. Which was worse-smoking nicotine or overdosing on a methamphetamine? And there was still a debate on whether alcohol or smoking was bad. She felt this was a waste of her time.
Octavia still paid attention out of respect. She always believed all drugs were bad, including alcohol. Of course, having one sip wouldn't kill you but it could be a bad habit. And she hated the smell of it. And she also knew not to do drugs. None of this was news to her. And to many of the other students this wasn't news. Many just wanted to urinate into a toilet before they had a real accident. The girl from earlier spurting outside Nurse Talia's office was spurting like crazy coming here and still was. She too was having trouble holding it. At last, (I will name her Athena Ainslee) caved under pressure and began doing her business. She couldn’t stop going but she could slowly release it. That way it won’t puddle so abruptly and spread.
Camilla was thankful the police broke up the drug rings and go rid of the (as she saw it) 'trash' permeating society. She hated the support for illegals and their supposed criminal enterprises. She figured it was one of the illegal immigrants brought here by their criminal parents. But she hated the police (certain ones) who didn't do enough and put building bridges instead of putting the law first. To Camilla, without sophisticated laws and a staunch attitude, there was no society. She did not think police did brutality since it was their job to catch and haul away dirt bags. She, like her parents, were Trump supporters wanting things to return the ‘good old days’.
Her two cronies Ursula and Priscilla, and other upper-class kids felt the same way. Jade didn’t mind flexing muscle upon the criminals. She enjoyed it when the police did a choke hold or shot the perpetrator. Melanie still didn't feel okay after urinating on herself. It was now 12:36 pm and there was 34 minutes left of the class period. But it was going to be a long, long 6th period.
----------------fast forward 25 minutes---------------
It was now 12:50 pm and the police were wrapping up the meeting. Many students were still either asleep or fell asleep, stayed awake out of respect, glued to their cell phones, or remained desperate for a quick trip to the bathroom. One senior girl (18 years old) bobbing up and down asked her teacher three times about going to the bathroom. Each time she was denied because of the importance of this meeting. "Ooooooh I have to pee sososo badly.” the girl thought to herself. Her aqua-colored panty was in serious danger of a serious flood. Everyone wanted the meeting to be over, especially the pee desperate souls that haven't been able to go thanks to Camilla. But one person in particular really had to go above all else. That person being Ashlynn. She rocked back and forth, fighting her wave of desperation, softly moaning and wincing. She spurted two half-second jets of her onto the bleacher seat and her skirt.
What made her bladder so large and desperation so huge? Ashlynn couldn't wrap her head around how a couple of helpings of soda and coffee plus water, orange juice, and Lactose-free milk could do this. What else could be affecting her. Had she finally worn her bladder our or did she have some other ailment that assaulted her. She couldn't tell but she needed the bathroom fast. It didn't help that she gave into temptation around 12:31 pm to drink water from her bottle. Unfortunately, she felt thirsty and hot from expending energy, drinking 90% of it. She was breathing heavily and feeling even more sweaty from fighting all her waves of desperation. It worked her way through her system and her body started processing it. Soon it would add to her ever stressed-out bladder.
Ashlynn was so tired and ready to crash on her bed. She didn’t care if she was dirty or clean. Her body was plumb tuckered out from holding it for this long. And her exit dam couldn't take it anymore. Ashlynn blushed as her face turned red and warm from all the stress and blood flow to her head. She could feel her one artery pulsate. Ashlynn was ready to let it go. She just couldn't endure this anymore. After another 6 minutes, the meeting was over. But school staff began calling each row of students to leave in an orderly fashion. Seniors with serious desperation, especially, the females whined and complained. The senior with the aqua-colored panty was so frantic, that she tried to get up. But as she did so, her time came. She (I name her Jasmin Jax) started urinating where she stood.
Her stream was so strong it looked like that from a high-pressure fire hose. It sprayed everywhere. Everyone around her jumped up grossed out. Those in front who also got sprayed also moved away. One girl (18 years old) sitting directly one row in front of Jasmine screamed from feeling drenched. Teachers and bleacher staff had to remove this Jasmin and take her to the nurse’s office. Mr. Calhoun wasn’t pleased by this and turned beet red.
Gretchen was still sleeping and needed waking by Octavia. The Tri-Royalty Brigade were embarrassed to be members of this school. Melanie didn’t want to hear it or see it. Ashlynn, already tired and upset, almost burst seeing this senior girl (18 years – Jasmine) empty her bladder and be removed. It made her spurt 1.5 seconds, creating a puddle underneath her buttocks. Ashlynn tlinched again, feeling so uncomfortable and blushed.
One of the 12th graders sitting next to Ashlynn poked her on the left shoulder. "Excuse me you're not going to piss yourself? My friends and I are sitting right here?" A mortified Ashlynn angrily replied "No! I'm not going to piss myself!" Ashlynn bobbed up and down, like as though she was ready to get up and leave. Ashlynn didn’t want to end up like Jasmin or anyone else who’s urinated in public. She desperately wanted to leave. The pressure was getting to her. Suddenly, it dawned on her.
She saw the entrance to the gymnasium, her eyes not playing tricks upon her mind. "It's right there. Just get up and go. Just make a break for it. Who cares if you get into trouble." Voice 1 said. Another voice said "If you piss yourself like crazy you can leave too. But just enough to be able to leave." Ashlynn was considering the first option. She just wanted to urinate into a toilet and no one was in the hallways. No queues so the coast is clear. Ashlynn attempted to leave but was stopped by another staff member of the school. Again, she was forced to sit down and wait. Now she was considering having an accident. If it was the only way then so be it. In the midst of feeling rebellious, she accidentally told her tortured exit hole (urethra) to relax a little. It allowed for a small continuous dribble down the middle, and drip down onto the bleacher spot she sat upon. The dampness grew on grew until it puddled a little underneath her buttocks.
As soon as she felt the warm dampness, she closed it shut and again fighting to stay dry. Oh how she wished to be free from this torture by simply urinating. As time progressed Ashlynn became more restless and more exhausted, spurting more and more. "When will this be over? Gawd I have to pee so badly and I'm so tired. And so filthy. I want to complain but to whom? Who can help me?" She wondered.
---------in one of the 2nd floor bathrooms-------
Melanie's workers continued cleaning the bathrooms along with the custodian. One of them named Luna Lind (18 years old), working tirelessly to clean this bathroom. Luna was fine until now. She also became desperate from drinking hot coffee and water from this morning and gym class. She too began bobbing up and down as she mopped the floors. Just then, she was met by Francesca who finished up with her boyfriend. Francesca didn’t feel right about leaving all the work up to her coworkers. They too suffered and her leaving only added upon the others. Francesca could clearly see Luna needed a few minutes for some toilet relief.
"If you need to pee just go. No one is around. And the Tri-Royalty Brigade can't stop what they don't see." Francesca said. But Luna said she should be working hard on shift for a duty not taking frivolous pee breaks. A female should be able to hold their pee." Francesca put her one hand on her hip and asked Luna this. "How badly do you have to go?" Luna replied "I'm desperate and I do need to go. can still hold it but it would be better to let it go now than later." Francesca understood what it was like to want to hold off when it was possible to hold it. But it eventually leads to feeling bursting and frantic. "It's better to go now. Don't worry no one is around. And besides we're females.” Franceaca said.
Luna thought about it for a moment and realized no one was around. If she flushes quickly after urinating it won't dirty the toilet too badly. And she can spray air freshener too. "You’re right Francesca. It’s time for me to take a piss break." Luna put aside her cleaning tools, closed the door and removed her underwear down to her lower legs. The seat was disinfected and cleaned so using a toilet seat from paper towel was not necessary. Luna sat down and let out her stream. For a whole 20 seconds she urinated completely, pushing the rest of it out too. She wiped herself and got dressed. Luckily it didn't dribble to both sides of her buttocks. She flushed and washed her hands. She used air freshener and continued to clean. "Thats better. Thanks Francesca." Luna said. "No problem Luna!" Francesca replied. They continued working until this bathroom was clean.
----------------back to the gymnasium----------------
It was 1:00 pm and only 10 minutes left of the period. And the meeting ended around 12:57 pm. The student body continued to empty in an orderly fashion. Ashlynn was forced to stay behind by the gym staff for trying to run out the doors and almost bump into other students. Mr. Calhoun thanked the officers and asked Vice Principal Shida to show them out. Time passed as students left for what was their original destination (the classroom to be in as stated by their schedules). Ashlynn didn’t have to leave gym class but she had to urinate and badly. Her body was rebelling more. She spurted as she got up to make a break for it. Though she got it under control, she still had rivulets going down her legs. A few droplets fell off her.
Yet again, she was sent back to her seat and in her puddle.
Ashlynn was now in tears. So close and yet so far. Again, she sat in her urine-soaked skirt. She wished she just urinated anyway despite the dirty state of the toilets. And she was about to as well. But someone caught up to her. It was Ashlynn’s angry, apathetic, ruler-in-hand, evil-eyed Mrs. Kay. "Looks like detention came earlier than expected wretched urchin. And don't worry about lunch. You will get it when I say so." Ashlynn was horrified. Not only was she being denied the right to urinate but also to eat food. This was wrong and Mr. Calhoun was a usual no-show to stop this tyrant. Ashlynn got up in protest but sat back down trying to prevent an accident. She was in real trouble and no amount of asking for the bathroom or the cafeteria was going to save her.
Ashlynn was also confronted by Mr. Calhoun. “I am done with your childish behavior and sending you to Mrs. Kay’s for detention. As stated, you will have your lunch but you still have detention. That’s it! Mrs. Kay, set her straight.”. Mrs. Kay replied sternly “Ooooo I will!” Ashlynn was picked up and hurried by Mrs. Kay to a nearby classroom specifically for detention. It was the same one where Gretchen sat inside for public urination. During the trek, Ashlynn tried to let go but her math teacher was too strong. Plus, she spurted several times being forced to keep up. She did at one point urinate for two seconds. As usual, more rivulets traveled down her thighs and lower legs into her shoes. Ashlynn pleaded a little as she was brought inside. But Mrs. Kay wasn’t hearing any of it. (It was now 1:05 pm)
---------after 10 minutes-----------
It was now 1:15 pm and Ashlynn wrote on the chalk board. She was forced to write on the chalk board several times about how to behave in pre-calculus class. Ashlynn did this bobbing up and down and writing sloppily. If she wrote badly or finished the whole chalk board, she would have to erase everything and write it all over again. Ashlynn wasn’t allowed to rest her tired legs nor take a bathroom break. This teacher finally got the chance to punish her and wasn’t about to spoil a minute of it with mercy. Ashlynn was still desperate as ever. Her fear and anxiety only added to her frantic mind set and her ability to hold was dampened. She wrapped her left leg around her already wet right leg as she winced and whimpered trying to write on the chalk board. At one point, she stopped writing to fight an urge so strong she was about to do it right there and then.
Mrs. Kay thundered as she called Ashlynn’s name to remind her she wasn’t to stop yet. Ashlynn spurted onto her legs again. This was bad for Ashlynn as she wasn’t going anywhere. Only her jailer could decide when enough was enough. Mrs. Kay didn’t care if she was hungry, tired, desperate, or if she had work after school. It was her time to drill respect into this young pupil. Ashlynn pleaded again but she was interrupted and told be silent. Then Mrs. Kay told Ashlynn to write "I Ashlynn Avalon will not disrespect Mrs. Kay anymore!" many times over. Ashlynn gave her this 'You're cruel and I hate you' look. But Mrs. Kay didn't care. She snapped at her to continue writing without fidgeting and standing hunched.
Ashlynn had no choice but to comply. She just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and hoped that following orders would end this for good. Voice 1 said it was better to urinate right here and become like Gretchen. That way she could leave as this was torture. Voice 2 countered with the argument that it would only make things worse and further upset this teacher. Voice 1 said this was wrong and she should stand up for herself. All this in her mind was too much and she began urinating a 1-second spurt. Again, Ashlynn closed the exit hole shut but she was running out of time. Her bladder was expanding again and paining her too.
She couldn't stop fidgeting as she bobbed up and down in one place. The more she fidgeted she had to write three more times. Ashlynn had to stop herself at once to prevent staying longer. She could feel every droplet and rivulet on her skin, some of which still traveled down her legs. Ashlynn couldn't blush anymore. Her face scrunched and her eyes squinted. She bobbed up and down ever so slightly. But this time Mrs. Kay didn't care. By 1:15 pm Mrs. Kay was satisfied seeing a defeated and more obedient Ashlynn. Her next edict was to rewrite chapter summaries by hand using black pen and many sheets of loose-leaf paper. Mrs. Kay was determined to see a well written summarization of the assigned chapters legibly written and with an understanding of the material. Each chapter was 20 pages long and since the time was small, Ashlynn only had to focus on the main points.
Just then, Ashlynn's cell phone sounded off due to a text. Mrs. Kay, who already confiscated her phone, checked the text message. It stated that Ashlynn didn't have to come to work today. Her manager chose to give Ashlynn two days off as a reward for her hard work and dedication. Mrs. Kay had this evil grin on her face as she explained to Ashlynn she wasn’t going anywhere.
--------------inside the principal's office-------------
Mr. Calhoun was steaming from the disrespectful attitude from Ashlynn and other students. But especially Ashlynn. He couldn't figure out what made her so different. At the end of his contemplation, he figured may be Ashlynn was no different than other teenagers in her generation. In the end, the teenager in her finally came out. "Figures. It was bound to come out sooner or later." He thought to himself. It was about 1:40 pm and he was busy doing some paperwork. Just then, a knock at his door took him out of his work zone. "Melanie what can I help you with?" Melanie walked into his office with authority. "Mr. Calhoun I am here to report the Tri-Royalty Brigade. And please don't tell me they are law-abiding members of society. You don't know what they are like behind your back. You don’t know what Jade made me endure earlier today." Melanie exclaimed with passion and conviction.
-----------------The Tri-Royalty Brigade---------------
The meeting ended and now they were in their next class. It was now 1:40 pm and in their cooking class. It was on the first floor near the art and painting classes. They were tasked with making a common breakfast dish: pancakes. Camilla along with Ursula and Priscilla weren't too thrilled about making pancakes and getting their hands dirty. They came from households whereby a paid cook and maid did the cooking and cleaning. However, Camilla told her friends it was better than allowing illegals into their homes to do the work for them. This was America and only true Americans knew how to cook and clean like a true sophisticated American could.
Camilla had this intense look on her face due to wanting independence and her desperation for the bathroom. She waited too long for the bathrooms to be cleaned. She couldn’t understand how her requests should lead to so many queues. Of course, she blamed it on Melanie. “Stupid Mel can’t even have all the bathrooms cleaned in a timely manner.”. Even her muscle Jade couldn't punch out everyone on these long queues. Camilla began bobbing up and down every so often. But she remembered her father's training lesson. At about 1:44 pm, their teacher Mr. Keane called out to Camilla.
"Camilla stop what you're doing. Ms. Reynolds from the Principal's office is here for you. You have to go with her." Camilla displayed her annoyance and left with Ms. Reynolds. They went downstairs and to Mr. Calhoun's office. She was met by Mr. Calhoun and Melanie. She could see both weren't happy. Mr. Calhoun had this upset look and his eyes darkened. Camilla didn't know what to think. "Sit down!" Mr. Calhoun said as he motioned to Camilla to a seat. Camilla had this ‘deer caught in the head lights’ look on her face as usual to appear innocent. Camilla sat on the same seat Ashlynn did. Yikes! And no one knew what Ashlynn did on that seat from earlier. Mr. Calhoun was annoyed as it was. And now another student he thought was a good student was also not so good? Oh boy.
-----------------------back to Avana------------------------
It was 1:44 pm and Avana ate lunch along with her friend Ingrid. They were discussing the work to dissolve their respective drug products. "Oh boy that was tough right Ingrid?" Avana asked Ingrid. Ingrid replied "I know. They are working us to the bone these last few weeks. And we can't talk either. Yikes.". They changed their conversation to center around their morning. Avana spoke about waking up at 6:56 am followed by her daughter. From there she got together her mugs and her daughter's mug. Avana explained she brewed coffee for them both. She also set up a glass of Lactose-free milk, water and orange juice for Ashlynn too while brewing the coffees, and while Ashlynn rushed to be ready. Both Avana and her daughter were still tired from yesterday’s work. It was rough on them both working to pay for rent, and Ashlynn going to school.
Once the coffee was ready, she poured it into their mugs and let it cool off in the freezer a few minutes. She went to open the bottle of water pills for her morning dose of at least 2 water pills with her breakfast. As usual, opening the cap was a royal pain in the back. It was 7:07 am and time was running out for Ashlynn. Avana knew they needed their morning coffee, especially Ashlynn to stay awake. Finally, she got the cap to open and took out the mugs of coffee from the freezer. She placed the mugs on the table next to the glass of dairy-free milk. Avana went to take from the medicine bottle only to be startled big time. A loud banging on their apartment door startled a still sleepy Avana. She became startled flinching upwards by surprise. She had a mini heart attack every time that jerk of a landlord banged on the door for rent money.
In the process of flinching, her hand holding the open bottle of water pills flinched upwards. Avana ended up spilling the pills over the table. They rolled all over the table and a few onto the floor. Avana put the bottle down to catch her breath. "Open up I want my rent money." shouted Mr. Dewey, their landlord. He was a jerk with a sore disposition. He knew it would help him get the money. "Coming!" Avana called out while cursing under his breath. She got the money, opened the door, and politely greeted him. But the landlord snatched the rent money and left. Avana shut the door and moved on to breakfast. She proceeded to gather all the water pills before Ashlynn came out here only to trip on them.
She knew there was a total of 20 pills in the bottle before the spill. Now there were only 9 pills left after the spill. She saw 5 were still on the dining table, and 2 on the floor. Avana recounted to Ingrid that while she collected 5 on the table (which she put back into the bottle) and the other two she threw away, she couldn’t find the other four pills. She wondered where they went. But time was running out and she had to act fast. She took the quantity of the diuretic pills and put it in her mouth. She drank her coffee and proceeded to make her breakfast. By now, it was 7:10 am and Ashlynn finally came out in a hurry. She drank her coffee and Lactose-free milk. The did this while jogging in place and occasionally holding herself. Then, she ran out the door with her books and left for school. It was 30 minutes away, even by foot and the bus already left. Avana was nowhere near ready to leave yet. She didn’t have her morning coffee.
Avana did ask if Ashlynn was ready and to have a great day. But Ashlynn replied “Gotta go mom!”. Avana just wanted to say hello and tell her to have a great day. She barely gets to spend time her daughter. She hated this dump but what could they do? Where else could they live? Ingrid gave her sympathies and told her morning. Ingrid wasn't rich but she and her family lived in a decent house with stability. Avana wished she and her daughter had that. That's why she saved and saved plus pushing her daughter to do well in school, to get a good paying job, and pay for a good home. After a few minutes they changed the subject to something else. It was 1:47 pm and their conversation topic changed to what was new in the pharmaceutical industry. "I hear that GlaxoSmithKline has come out with a new diabetes drug." Ingrid said. "Oh really? That sound nice." Avana replied.
---------------------back to Camilla-----------------------
"But there is no proof. That is her word against mine. You know my father owns this school. He won't tolerate you". Camilla couldn't finish her sentence cut short by Melanie. "You always resort to your father or Jade to threaten other students. It won't work this time. You want proof. My witnesses are the unbiased staff who work for me. They will tell the truth if you ask." Mr. Calhoun was very serious about what he heard from Melanie say about this Camilla. Just then, Francesca walked into the room. She came to resign from her position only to find herself walking into what was a heated meeting. Melanie was relieved to see that someone from her staff showed up, and a witness too.
“Mr. Calhoun, this is Francesca. She works under my administration and witnessed what Jade did to me. I can’t expect her to vouch for me after the way I treated her. But she will tell the truth if you ask Mr. Calhoun.” Melanie said. Mr. Calhoun turned his attention to Francesca. Camilla, now angry, retorted “This is a witch hunt to try to ruin my credibility. It is a set up! She’s just blaming me for how her administration has failed this school. I am being treated like President Trump has been treated.” Francesca wanted to walk away but Mr. Calhoun spoke his question to Francesca.
"Excuse me Francesca. Tell me the absolute truth. Has Camilla bullied or pressured you or the class president in any way?" Mr. Calhoun asked her. Francesca thought about this for a moment. She wasn't prepared to get into a fight with Camilla and end up facing a knuckle sandwich from Jade. Plus, why should she stick up for Melanie for the way she was treated? She didn’t feel she owed Melanie anything anymore. It would mean getting revenge against Melanie. But Camilla and her cronies would go unchecked. And besides, she didn’t to be pressured to keep silent until the end of the school year just to protect Camilla. She didn’t feel she owed this rich brat anything.
Francesca replied "I don't see why I am on the hot seat and I don't care to help Melanie right now." Camilla smirked as she knew she would get away with it. Mr. Calhoun was annoyed as it was. He didn’t want more nonsense and didn’t want her taking anyone’s side. Melanie responded “You don’t have to help me. You’re not asked to help me. You’re just being asked for the truth about what Camilla and her friends did. Francesca replied “Because of you I ended up pissing myself cleaning up your accident. It is your fault. I hate you and I came to resign from being on your staff.” Camilla whimpered in excitement and vindication. Everything seemed to be going her way. But that was short-lived.
Francesca wasn't done speaking. "If you must know, Melanie wasn’t forced to piss herself in her office by anyone. However, Jade tried to scare Melanie by pretending to try to hit with a sucker-punch. Melanie, like most people in this school became afraid and out of fear, went where she stood. I know how embarrassing and hurtful that was, but you treated me horribly. I told you I had to go and you wouldn’t let me. So I eventually couldn’t hold it and I went. However, Jade does use her strength and fear tactics to make people fall in line with what Camilla wants when things don’t go her way. And of course, she can be absent when Jade does this to say she has an alibi.
Both Jade and Camilla were appalled by this and protested about their innocence. “I beg your pardon” and “That’s not true. How dare you” came from their mouths. But Francesca, who had enough of being a lacky, continued. “Camilla and the Tri-Royalty Brigade do this stuff all the time. They have the dirt on many seniors and lesser grade students in this school. They know how to use this to their advantage to get what they want.”
Camilla heard enough. “Mr. Calhoun, I am nothing like what she describes. I am a law-abiding citizen who had always done my best to navigate life in this school of lawless, incompetent, and uncaring …. Urchins. And yet, I am being called down here being put on the stand for what? Tell me. Yeah that’s what I thought and you know something? You aren’t a very grateful principal. The top donor to this school entrusts his daughter to you and this is the way such people are treated? Disgusting! The bathrooms were terrible, the students have no manners or class, and I have to suffer being around such urchins? I have held my tongue for too long. I will tell my father about and have him straighten you out (fist punching his desk). It’s time for new leadership and finally get this school whipped into shape!”
Mr. Calhoun heard enough and immediately replied "Tell your father I serve this school not your father. Camilla you and the Tri-Royalty Brigade are done. And so is Jade. From now on you will no longer have a say in what goes on here. And don't worry about Melanie. She has been fired and a new class president will be chosen by special election. I'm going to have a talk with your father. Don't go anywhere. Francesca and the rest of you can leave. And I want the rest of the Tri-Royalty Brigade to remain here down here too.”
-----------------------back to Avana------------------------
It was 1:53 pm and in the last minutes of their lunch break. They were enjoying their conversation about drug pharma news. But two minutes later, Ingrid thought of something crucial. "Hey Avana?" "What's up Ingrid?" "You said you didn't know where the other four pills went right?" "Yeah?" "Where did you say you were standing when you spilled the diuretic pills?" "I stood nearest the mugs I of coffee on the table. Why?" "Isn't that where you said you put Ashlynn's mug of coffee?" ........................ "Uuuuh yeah? And?" "What if that's where the other four pills landed? After all you said it wasn't on the table, the floor, or the chairs."
---------------------back to Ashlynn-----------------------
It was 1:56 pm and Ashlynn was in the middle of summarizing the first chapter. She had to read and summarize each section topic while bursting. She was tired and desperate, and just wanted to be free from this bondage. Ashlynn tried to read each chapter and write legibly. She swayed her knees back and forth, unable to hold herself. Her urge to go kept rising as the pressure rose. Her bladder was still filled up a little more and aggressively contracted in rebellion to holding it. She felt bloated and full in her abdomen as her kidneys were doing everything to remove as much liquid as possible. Ashlynn was starting to dose off. At one point, she dosed off for a second, only to abruptly wake up. During that second, she began urinating. It took her about a second and a half to close off the tap. Some of her urine came close to falling off the chair.
Again, she found herself sitting uncomfortably. Her arms and hands shook with fatigue as she tried to write. She moved forward and backward in her seat. Her urge at times became so intense waves of desperation she had to stop. But as usual, Mrs. Kay would thunder as she called Ashlynn’s name. “Wake up. You’re not here to sleep. You’re here to learn respect!”. Ashlynn almost spurted as she jumped in her seat. In addition, she exhausted much of biological energy in her system she started to feel hungry. Mrs. Kay continued her vulture like stare ensuring her quarry couldn't leave for any reason. Ashlynn knew she couldn’t write everything down and resorted to only the main points in each chapter section.
During this time Ashlynn found it very hard to not fidget. Her urge would come back even stronger as soon as it briefly subsided even if she didn’t feel a wave of desperation. At times she had to put down her pen for the sake of holding herself, wincing in pain and fight her urge to go. Mrs. Kay would smack her desk to shake her out of it and scold her to finish the work. She threatened Ashlynn with writing these chapters again on top of her assignment. Mrs. Kay was determined to make an example of her and whip her into shape. Ashlynn had to urinate so badly and this anxiety from her teacher only added to her woes, steadily increasing her desperation. Ashlynn kept shifting her feet and legs where she sat. Currently, she wrote like a possessed person desperate for escape and relief.
It was now 2:00 pm and Ashlynn was shifting her feet while standing them on her toes. She did sway her knees a little, but she was so focused on her work to eventually escape. And worse, she just missed her lunch period! “The slope of a line can be found using derivatives in the form of y=mx+b.” she mumbled to herself in a shaky tone of voice, writing frantically. Her breathing was loud and heavy. Two minutes later, she spurted yet again followed by dribbling. The dribbling kept going for another two minutes. She could feel it pooling underneath her and strained harder. Again, she faced another strong wave of desperation. She winced, her hand shaking trying not to hold herself.
Ashlynn turned around and began pleading for the bathroom. “Please let me pee. I’m sorry for the lateness and …” She was cut short by her detention teacher. Mrs. Kay replied “FINISH THE WORK. NO MORE EXCUSES!” in a loud, angry manner. Ashlynn couldn’t take it anymore. Ashlynn yelled back "Stop it. Just stop it." "No. I won't until you get your act together and finish this assignment! Do as your told and learn some respect!" Mrs. Kay roared." Ashlynn continued to hold herself and fighting this wave of desperation. "You are a waste child. You can't even find the time to empty your pitiful bladder since this morning. It is atrocious. I don't know what you do in this school. But I am through with you. I am reporting your behavior and having you thrown out. Some other set of poor fools can deal with you." Mrs. Kay left the detention room and shut the door behind her.
Ashlynn was finally alone and could leave without anyone noticing. She carefully got up and staggered over to the door. She did drip urine off her underside and a few rivulets traveled down the back of her thighs. Ashlynn didn’t notice this. At the entrance to classroom, Ashlynn shakily grabbed the doorknob and proceeded to turn it. Ashlynn froze. Her eyes widened with the realization of what her teacher had done. She was locked inside this classroom by her evil math teacher. Ashlynn couldn’t believe it. How could this monster do this? Why? How badly was this teacher going to punish her she wondered. Suddenly, she let go of the door.
Suddenly she was overcome with another wave of desperation which was so powerful it wasn't going to subside. Her body was giving its final push. Her tortured exit dam was on over overdrive sending signals beyond belief to her already burdened brain. "Ah ... ahssss ahhh oh gawd I have to pee! Ooooooommmmmmm!" Ashlynn moaned. She stood their stiff and somewhat shaking. This urge was the worst it has ever been and massively powerful. It took a lot of her remaining will power to hold it. She winced in pain and distress. Her heart raced like crazy as it pounded pumping more blood to give more oxygen for energy. Poor Ashlynn leaned against the door standing hunched.
Ashlynn couldn’t strain her poor tortured urethra muscle. It was so exhausted and drained of energy. From the roller coaster of pain and numbness, it couldn’t obey her command to strain more. "Nnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" She cried out. "I can't do this anymore. I can’t. I just can't." And it came true. Time was up. Her tortured exit dam finally buckled, causing her to spurt jets of her urine. "No nonononononononononononooooooooo (gasp) ......................". Ashlynn's body finally gave way from spurts that lasted half a second, a second, two seconds, three, and at last full-on urination. At last, she was urinating everything that remained built up in her bladder.
It all came out as a stream of urination followed by several small streams and droplets striking her thighs and legs pressed together, her feet and shoes, and the floor. Because she kept her legs pressed tightly together, the insides of her legs faced the onslaught of the flood. Her urine sprayed out a like a fire hose. It was a combination of a powerful central stream surrounded by smaller streams and droplets falling outwards. Her central stream drenched the insides of her legs. Rivulets emerged from all around her. It traveled down to her shoes and feet, and the ground. Her shoes were filling up with her urine and traveling down the sites of her shoes. Some of it overfilled from the sides of her shoes. Some rivulets snaked down her thighs to her feet. Some even went down the front or the back, and/or around her legs.
Where her stream struck the skin of her thighs splattered as droplets bouncing off in all directions or as smaller streams falling onto the ground. It was a mess that lasted for three and a half minutes. The puddle was huge and some of it stretched outwards as a river traveling away from Ashlynn. By the end of the ordeal her legs were not just sullied but stained with several rivulets and spotted with droplets of her urine. Her urine stream had slowed to a trickle that lasted another two minutes. It slowed from a fast trickle to a medium trickle. Then it slowed to very slow, and then one or two every several seconds. They felt onto the ground, splattering onto her shoes or feet. Some of her rivulets kept traveling down to a point and some droplets did too. She was dripping like crazy.
She sobbed against the door because she didn't want this. Not only that, but her evil teacher wasn't going to hear any of it and bring down more h*** upon her. There was nothing she could say about what's happened here. And all because she was denied several times plus being locked in this room by an evil teacher. Who would believe her word against that of a witch like Mrs. Kay? There weren't witnesses. She was all alone. It would be seen as all her fault. And Mr. Calhoun would take the side of her evil precalculus teacher. Just then, she heard the doorknob jiggle. She could hear a voice on the other side and some keys being shuffled. Then, the sound of the doorknob being unlocked and opened.
Ashlynn was filled with so much fear and looked away, thinking it was her evil teacher. But instead, it was Vice Principal Shida. What they witnessed was a total shock to them. They looked at the ground and then at Ashlynn. Ashlynn stood there shaking in fear, looking down at the floor. "Ashlynn what happened? What is this?" asked the Vice Principal. Ashlynn couldn't speak. "Ashlynn why were you in here? And with the door locked? And is that pee?" she asked Ashlynn again.
Ashlynn couldn't speak. "Miss Avalon, what happened? What is this?" V.P. Shida said. Ashlynn was too afraid. She chose to approach this from a different angle. V.P. Shida remembered the lockdown drill and figured perhaps whoever was the teacher did this. "Ashlynn who was your detention teacher?" Ashlynn stood their silent and afraid. V.P. Shida assured she wasn't in trouble but only if she told her what happened. Ashlynn took a moment before speaking. "It was Mrs. Kay. She wanted to punish me for being late and not always doing well in her class because I work after school, sometimes so late. I asked permission to use the bathroom, but she denied me the use of the bathroom and lunch" "Wait what?" V.P. Shida asked with surprise.
"Okay don't worry about ..." V.P. Shida heard a pitter patter and realized it came from Ashlynn. She was urinating again. She tried to stop it, but she couldn't. Again and again Ashlynn tried but her nether region wouldn't budge. "I ... I ... can't stop it. I have been holding it since" but she was cut short by the V.P. "It's okay. I get it. And it's not okay for her to lock a student in any classroom." Her current urination was 20 seconds long by which point now it went to a trickle. Then it went to dripping every second. As with her previous spurts and full-on urination, there was splattering off either her feet or the floor and onto herself.
The Vice Principal came back with a roll of paper towel for Ashlynn to wipe herself up. Behind her was the custodian who had to clean up the mess. V.P. Shida understood the situation but asked why Ashlynn wasn’t able to make it. She caught her twice in severe desperation. Ashlynn explained the whole ordeal and why she was denied the bathroom. She did say she didn’t understand why she was so desperate. She felt something was wrong. She has felt desperate before but always had a chance to urinate. This time was unnatural and so unbelievably bad.
Just then Mr. Calhoun and Mrs. Kay came in only to see this spectacle. "So now she can't even hold her pee. Juusssst wonderful! Absolutely ridiculous. I am dealing with an infant." Mrs. Kay said. "Mrs. Kay you have fault for this! You knew this student was in danger of having an accident and you choose to lock her inside this classroom. Abhorrent! I had to unlock the door to see who was in was inside. No student is to be left unattended during any emergency drill. Period! Mrs. Kay-“ V.P. Shida was cut off by Mr. Calhoun. "This student has been nothing but disrespectful and now I see she did this?". The Vice Principal was surprised by his position. "Excuse me this door was locked and lord knows how long. And you mean to tell me she is at fault for this?"
"IS SOMEONE GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ... THIS ... THIS ...... I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CALL HER!" Mrs. Kay shouted. V.P. Shida replied “You mean a student who hasn’t been able to urinate under your watch and also went without lunch? This is unacceptable. I knew you had anger issues but this is enough! Mr. Calhoun, I did find this young girl in here by herself. No one was here with her and during the whole lockdown drill. Who does this? Why was Mrs. Kay not here? You said she had been disciplining a student. By now, the detention should be over and it’s passed her school schedule for being in this building. How is this possible?" But Mrs. Kay already began berating Ashlynn in a fit of rage. She even spilled her guts about locking Ashlynn inside this classroom as part of her punishment to teach her a lesson. She even claimed Mr. Calhoun would take her side to take further action against Ashlynn.
V.P. Shida interrupted and told Mrs. Kay “Mrs. Kay back off. You need to calm down.” Mrs. Kay thundered back “I WILL NOT REST UNTIL SHE IS CORRECTED AND CORRECTED SEVERELY!”. V.P. Shida couldn’t believe what she heard and the context of this. She turned to Ashlynn. “Miss Avalon you’re done here and I’m taking you to the nurse’s office. Mrs. Kay, we’re finished.” Mrs. Kay turned beet red and attempted to put Ashlynn back in her seat. Mr. Calhoun stopped Mrs. Kay. “That’s enough. Don’t touch another student. You’re done here.” Mrs. Kay lost all control and had no say at all whatsoever.
It was 2:15 pm and Ashlynn was examined by Nurse Talia's office. Ashlynn got a chance to explain her circumstance and was allowed to use the bathroom for getting cleaned up. Ashlynn didn't have a change of clothes on her and needed a friend to get her clothes from the gymnasium locker rooms. Luckily, her best friend Octavia was called down to retrieve them for Ashlynn while she showered in the bathroom inside Nurse Talia's office. Her skirt and shoes were put into a garbage bag and put next to Ashlynn's book bag. Octavia brought some gym pants, sneakers, and socks. Octavia was allowed to wait outside the office to take Ashlynn home. During her shower Ashlynn did urinate for a few seconds. But Nurse Talia told her it was fine.
Not to mention, Avana called the main office of the school. She couldn't call Ashlynn by cell phone thanks to Mrs. Kay. Although it was during work hours, she felt she had to call the school. She was able to leave early stating it was an emergency. Ashlynn would eventually get her phone back thanks to the Vice Principal. Avana’s phone call was transferred to V.P. Shida and Nurse Talia. They explained what happened to her daughter, which only led to Avana turning beet red too. She did her best to remain calm for the sake of her daughter but didn’t hesitate to express the appall in her heart about the numerous times her daughter wasn’t allowed to use the bathrooms, especially by Mrs. Kay. However, she did explain what caused Ashlynn to have to urinate so badly.
Avana was glad the school was taking action against Mrs. Kay. But this wouldn’t stand and considered removing her daughter from this high school. After about 20 minutes, Ashlynn finished her shower and dried herself off. She proceeded to get dressed into her gym clothes and walked out of the bathroom. However, again she felt an urge to urinate and immediately sat on the toilet. Her urethra muscles were too tired to contract, and she couldn’t hold it. Once outside, Ashlynn was greeted by her friend Octavia. Octavia was dying to see her this whole time. Ashlynn wanted to go home immediately, but them she remembered she needed to get notes from some of her classmates from some of her classes.
Octavia assured her it was better to do it tomorrow. Octavia drove her home and helped Ashlynn to her bed. Octavia said her good-byes and went for her job place. Ashlynn already called in sick to her manager. A couple of hours later she was awoken by her mother Avana. "Ash it's me. I heard what happened in school and I'm so sorry for what happened?" Ashlynn didn't want to talk about it. She felt a dampness between her legs and removed the covers to find out. She noticed her crotch area had a dark spot. The odor smelled of urine. She urinated in her clothes again which meant another shower. Ashlynn was in no mood, but she had to get up for dinner.
She got cleaned up and put on .... well she didn't have anything else. She had only one pair of jeans and a short sleeve shirt. She didn't have much in the way of pajamas, shorts, shirts, lingerie, and only one pair of shirt and skirt for school. You see with all the working late and very little time, the Avalon women didn't get much time for laundry unless they stayed up really late. That means risking poor work performance and perhaps a car accident. It is why this morning, both mother and daughter took a quick shower and put on what they had left. This morning and the whole day Ashlynn spurted easily onto herself for this reason. She didn't have any undergarments for between her legs. She went commando because of this. It is the spectacle the senior named Eugene saw.
Mrs. Kay was fired and never returned to the school. Also, the Tri-Royalty Brigade were expelled, and Mr. Calhoun stepped down as school principal. Kirika Shida became the acting school principal with Ms. Reynolds as acting Vice Principal. Octavia Starr, Gretchen Grayson, and a few others ran for class president. In the end, Gretchen won the election and ran things her way with Octavia as her advisor. At the end of the school year, Gretchen confessed her respect for Octavia's courage and intelligence. And she learned to respect a certain rule and policy, as well as talking things out. Ashlynn suffered from incontinence for the next few days after her ordeal. She never allowed herself to be in this situation ever again and finished her 12th grade education with a B-.
Edited July 10, 2022 by Uroguy
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I have some old pee related stories from my country's past forum (Like Shara and Ger's, but not English). I will translate stories with google if you like. That omo forum and it's stories have now vanished. Writers were anonymous. Some of them had written as genuine, but mostly they were fiction.
First one is a hitchhiker fiction story from there. Like above I have only google translated it and fixed the biggest errors. Lazy as I am 🙂.
PICK UP THE GIRL FROM THE DITCH
I drove from north to south during summer vacation. I had rented a cabin for a few days and spent the time grilling, fishing and swimming. The work would only start after a couple of weeks and I felt rested and liberated. I decided to deviate from the boring highway at the larger municipal center and went to fill up both my car and myself at the service station. After the ice cream enjoyed at the market, I jumped into the car seat again refreshed and continued the journey.
I ran towards the bus stop and my heart beat two hundred. The bus was already moving. The driver had no intention of slowing down let alone stopping for me. I watched as the back of the bus disappeared from view and I felt the pain in my throat. I threw my backpack on the bench of the bus stop shelter and dug out my phone. I started looking for information when the next bus would pass through this shanty town. At the same time, I saw a car approaching out of the corner of my eye. Instinctively, I raised my hand and gave a thumbs up.
It was a spur of the moment to stop on the side of the road. Maybe it was the hurt and discouraged expression that was evident in the girl's eyes. The influence could also be a beautiful face and an impressive body, as well as the desire to have a short time travel companion. I hadn't even seen a hitchhiker in years. As the girl approached the car, I waited for a boy friend to join her from behind the bus stop shelter, but it never came. I pointed the girl to the car seat next to me and greeted the young traveler.
The car smelled of leather and coniferous forest. The man with the bed beard was older than it had appeared at first glance. Probably over forty, but safe. His voice was soft and kind. Being late for the bus was no longer annoying. The man was going to the same place where the concert area was located. I could get there with the same ride and for free. By the time I got to the bus, I would have had to change halfway to another line or step on the train.
The girl answered the questions briefly. Usually with just one word like yep, yes or no. He was sipping water frequently from a bottle that he dug out from time to time from his light backpack with the fell fox logo on it. She was fair-haired, but had dark long eyelashes and clear lines around her eyes. Otherwise, I couldn't detect make-up on the face. No tattoos were visible on the arms revealed by the gray sleeveless top, although the girl said that she had taken one picture of her skin the very same spring when she came of adult age.
On the back seat of the car were a couple of big equipment bags and three tubes, which I knew were intended for storing rods. I had seen similar ones with my father's fly fishing friend. Landscapes flashed in the window and pop music played on the radio. Everything was pretty good, the trip went smoothly and the man made sure that there were no quiet, annoying moments. Only one thing pressed. I had chased the bus in a hurry and jumped on board in a pretty bad need to pee. I realized that I had gone to the bathroom for the last time in the morning. I didn't want to bother the man to stop for a break right after getting me on board.
She stopped sipping the water and put the bottle in her backpack. The girl began to move with difficulty and just quietly followed the scenery. She had begun to sigh and I began to suspect something was wrong. After driving on the highway for a long time, I noticed the girl pressing on her lower stomach and asked if we should stop for a break. She seemed to think for a moment, but shook her head. I turned the bow of the car onto the junction that led to the highway.
We started to approach big cities in the south and I knew the destination was approaching. I had believed that I would make it all the way there without a break. I had stated that I didn't need breaks, but we had driven onto the highway and that seemed to be enough. The kilometers passed slowly and only a few three-letter service station signs had told about the possibility of stopping near the highway. I began to regret not raising the matter in time. The emergency began to be greater than ever. My bladder felt like a water-filled balloon like the ones we used to toss as children in the summer. Soon I would have to ask.
The girl had been sitting tense and bent forward for a long time. Sometimes she kept her hand between her thighs. There was no longer any doubt that she needed a pee break. We were already close to our destination when the girl started asking if we could stop. There were few places to stop on the motorway. I knew of a small roadside cafe at the end of the highway section just before the city. I suggested stopping there and the girl got a troubled smile on her lips.
I stomped my feet on the floor and pressed my knees together. The cafe was already familiar from the times when I had gone on a city vacation with my parents. The long straights continued and the pressure in the bladder increased. Finally, the car turned off the main road into the parking lot and a distantly familiar building from years ago could be seen next to the road in the middle of the willows. The car stopped and I had some difficulties to find the door handle. I squealed in panic as I felt a tug on my panties. The man reached over me and opened the door. I ran towards the front doors and hoped my pale blue jeans stayed dry.
I helped the panicking young woman out of the vehicle. The door slammed shut, and in a glimpse I could see a small tattooed pattern on the skin of the lower back, which I deduced to be her zodiac sign. The slender girl's small and round denim butt swayed as she pulled open the cafe's front door and rushed inside with determination. I calmly locked the car in the roadside parking lot and walked inside the roadside cafe.
The cafe was full of people of different ages dressed in summer clothes. I ran towards the toilet corridor next to the sales counter. The door codes had patterns that could tell the genders. Fortunately, there was no queue for either toilet. The door of the toilet had a traditional handle and the sign color below it looked red. I cursed in my mind but still tried. Locked. At the same time I leaked! The thought was cut off completely. There was a gray cloud in my head and I stepped between the men's and women's restroom doors. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. A warm feeling in my inner thighs and behind my knees. When even the inside of the sneakers felt wet, I realized something really embarrassing had happened. I just couldn't get it to stop. Pee still ran in my pants!
The girl was in the bathroom corridor, bent over towards the door, looking at me like a scared puppy. Her pale skin-tight jeans were soaked up to his ankles. The dark blue was still spreading in the light denim. An elderly customer came through the door of the men's restroom and was about to bump into a girl. The man was horrified and apologized for the damage as he walked around the puddle on the tile floor. My beautiful traveling companion didn't know where to put her hands as she tried to cover her wet and still darkening pants. In the hall, the little girl shouted to her mother about the woman who peed her pants. When other customers' eyes began to focus one by one on the toilet corridor and sighs and wonderings started to be heard from the tables, I decided to act. I coaxed the shocked girl out.
I covered my face with my hands. The thought had begun to flow. I only had a spare undies in my backpack and my only jeans were soaking wet. There was no such thing as a rock festival now. The man had coaxed me back into the car and wrapped some plastic bag to protect a leather seat under me. I had just peed my pants like a little brat. The cry came from sadness. How could I have been so stupid as not to open my mouth in time.
I suggested a visit to my house so that my little hitchhiker could shower and we could wash and dry her wet clothes. The car smelled faintly of pee. The girl sobbed with her hands over her eyes the rest of the way and spread her dark eye make-up on her cheeks. I tried to console and focus on driving at the same time. I have to admit that I was turned on by all this and all I wanted to do was hug my companion and press my hands on his wet firm buttocks.
I got into the man's townhouse apartment and immediately started to peel off my wet tight jeans. I didn't mind the man's stare. I left the gray cotton panties on until the man directed me to his bathroom. The shower made it all easier and I got a soft big towel around my body.
The girl was in the bathroom and I looked at the skinny jeans she took off on the floor. I recognized a familiar pocket pattern. I had been able to admire her butt wrapped in them both dry and wet and was quite impressed by what I saw. The shower stopped and the girl came out of the bathroom refreshed. I carried the wet jeans to the washing machine and asked the girl to throw her underwear in there as well.
We waited for the quick program of the washing machine to finish. The man had been strangely interested in my pee clothes. I brushed and dried my hair. I smiled and made him smile too. I sat on the sofa next to the man and hugged him. The man wrapped his arms around me and we collapsed on the corner sofa... |
Next one was written as a "real story", but name changed.
ACHARA - The Berry Girl
Nineteen-year-old Achara was the most diligent of the Thai pickers and still picked good quality berries. I had noticed her also because of her beauty. The dark copper colored skin was uniformly smooth and flawless. She had a captivating smile and big cat-like eyes. From the beginning, she wanted to talk to our family, even though her language skills were nothing but bad English.
She was the only breadwinner for her family working in here North Europe. One of the older sisters had worked in a fishing port with a much better salary, but was staying there in the fishing village after marrying a local man. The rest of the big family in Thailand needed more money. We named her "Sara", more suitable for us, when to our delight she was able to come to our berry farm for another summer as well.
My husband and I picked up our pickers from the airport and Achara's smile with her white teeth shone from far away in the middle of the group of pickers. Her clothing arsenal, which the previous summer had only consisted of baggy fleece-type outdoor clothes and worn leotards, had now received an addition. She was wearing a floral top and almost white tight capri-length tan jeans without back pockets.
Achara had studied languages during the winter and learned more all the time during the summer. She still picked the most closely in her group. Since she had learned our language, she could also be used as an interpreter, and during the summer Sara became something of a leader among the pickers. All matters were handled largely through her and they also went well to the group.
We family members handled the sale of the berries ourselves. We had points in a couple of different parking lots. One beautiful day at the end of summer, my children already wanted time off from sales work and suggested Achara to the second point. Her language skills would be sufficient and everyone considered her reliable and smart to work with money as well.
"Sara" gladly agreed to this and quickly learned the actions related to this task. I left her from our van in the market parking lot with the berries. On a hot summer day, there was also another entrepreneur's ice cream stand there, but no other activity. My husband went to the parking lot of another nearby village to handle the same thing. Achara had my phone number in case of any problems. I myself went to the farm to manage sales, supervise pickers and pack berry boxes. As a guide, I just gave her to sell everything and take care of the money box.
In the afternoon I went to see the situation at the point of sale. Sara had snacks and a big bottle of water. She didn't think she needed a break either. She could eat and drink when there were no customers. She also had a book, but she said that there had been enough customers on a regular basis and she couldn't concentrate on reading.
I followed the Thai girl's body language and I think there was something nervous about it. She normally moved with short, scurrying steps, but now she seemed to be pacing back and forth behind her sales desk. With a woman's instinct, I could have sworn that she had a severe urge to pee, but you can't even suggest going to the bathroom to an adult based on what you see, if the other person doesn't bring it up themselves.
I said again that you can call me if there is any problem. Sara kept smiling her captivating smile. Long black, straight and shiny hair came out in a ponytail from the back hole of the cap. Otherwise, she was dressed representatively just like when she traveled in her floral top, three-striped sneakers and tight capris.
During the afternoon, I received a call on my phone. Sara sounded troubled. She said the berries would run out soon and that I could pick her up. "Very soon!", she added. I set off in my van after I got the last boxes piled up and I must have arrived within half an hour. I could see right away that something was wrong. Behind Achara, a couple of little boys were rolling in a circle on their dirt bikes, and they seemed to have more fun to watch than eating their ice creams. The Thai girl stood behind the sales desk very serious and tearfully. She repeated to me "So sorry, so sorry!".
There was a wet puddle on the asphalt next to Sara's sneakers, from which a clear yellowish stream flowed towards the ice cream kiosk further down in the market park. She turned her back to me and pointed a finger at his round, solid jeans bum. It was soaking wet halfway down. Likewise the inner thighs and the backs of the knees. There was no doubt what had happened. "I am so, so, sorry, Madam!" she continued. That sight and the tearful apology of the young beautiful woman made my blood stop. I so wanted to touch and help her immediately. However, I managed the situation somehow in my own head and comforted Achara with just words.
I told her to go into the cabin of the van out of sight. I piled the things in the back of the vehicle and carried Sara to her place with a towel around her hips, so that others on the farm wouldn't see her embarrassing condition. In the same evening, I remembered Achara's accident and caressed myself into my wet dreams. I had never seen a similar and equally exciting situation. And I would hardly ever going to see again.
After one day of shyness, Achara went about her business again as before and behaved normally with me. Even today, I don't know why the young woman didn't tell about her distress and ask to go to the bathroom. Was it somehow embarrassing in her culture, or did she just believe she could hold off the entire sales period. The second time we didn't put her in a sales job, and the accident wasn't even talked about. |
Well, I am picking these "told as a real" stories first. Next one. I changed her name more international.
MY MEMORABLE EXCURSION TRIP
Years ago I was a college based secondary school student in process and chemistry. My class had agreed visits to two different work places and the class supervisor had ordered a bus to the school yard right after the meal. The rest of the day was supposed to be spent at the largest employers in our area in the nearby municipalities. The excursion trips was supposed to arrange first to the power plant and then to the brewery. However, the schedule changed at the last minute and the order of visits changed.
At the end of the brewery tour, we also got to see and taste the products. Drinks could be drunk freely for a certain period of time in the brewery's own bar. Changing this to the early afternoon didn't sound good to anyone, but the most important thing was that the visit was organized at all. We got to the brewery and after the tour, we were actually guided into a cozy dark space. We briskly drank various beverage products and water in between, washing out our taste buds.
After half an hour of fresh tasting, some could already see small signs of drunkenness. My friend Tia's phone rang and she left the commotion of the bar outside to make a call to her boyfriend while emptying her cider bottle. She managed to empty several of them before that though. While she was out the rest of us received a light signal and an order to leave the bar.
Our host showed us the toilets and we were able to relieve ourselves before getting back on the bus. Tia was still talking outside on the phone when we were walking to the bus. We waved her along and headed towards the next destination. The schedule change had made our program tighter.
The journey had not been completed for a long time when Tia left next to me towards the bus toilet. The driver noticed this and announced that there was no way to go to the bathroom. It was not operational. The bathroom door was locked and Tia humbly returned to her seat with red cheeks. The journey continued and Tia complained that she had drunk too much. The emergency was so great that she held her hand between her legs and sat bent forward.
We arrived at the power plant and our teacher, who was the tour leader, announced the operation manager of the power plant who was jumping on the bus at the gate. He would explain the process on a tour of the bus while it toured the buildings and lines of the plant area. Tia moaned next to me.
"I can not wait!" she whispered "I'm going to piss myself!"
Tia gestured and shouted at the teacher that she hadn't had time to go to the bathroom at the brewery. She asked permission to pee first. The operations manager who boarded the bus answered that the tour would not last long and then everyone could go inside the main building's bathroom and get to know the operation of the facility in the meeting room presentation.
"An adult person can certainly hold that time." added our class teacher with a laugh.
The bus went around the area, stopping in front of different buildings. Girl next to me cursed and hissed at every stop. Tia's long dark brown wavy hair was already touching her knees when she was sitting in the stooping position. She was fighting against getting her pants wet. It was a pity, but at the same time I found myself interested in how a normally very self-confident and even a bit loud-mouthed young woman would behave if the accident actually happened.
When the bus finally stopped in front of the main door, all the students got up to speed. Our class was quite female-dominated and many people ran towards the doors. Tia couldn't keep up with the others, having to walk stooping forward and more carefully with her hand on her lower stomach. From the door, our guide pointed to the direction of the women's toilet to the left and the men to the right.
"No, no, nooo! Let me first!" shouted Tia, but many girls got ahead.
Only two cubicles in the women's room did not shorten the queue very fast.
Tia squirmed in front of me in the line in her new shiny black jeans, which she seemed to have plenty of in her closet. At school I had never seen her wear anything other than blue, white or black skinny jeans and a denim jacket and boots. Like that day. Tia was into powerlifting and martial arts and it showed in her body, which was quite muscular and sinewy for a woman.
"Shall we go to the men's room?" I asked when I saw Tia's expression and pain.
It was as if a lightning had flashed in her bright blue eyes, when she nodded in agreement.
"Otherwise it will be in my pants." she answered.
We walked to the other end of the corridor and sneaked into the men's room. On the way Tia had already unbuckled her leather belt.
Only one separate cubicle and a chute for boys. Booth was occupied and Tia knocked on the door. She was pee dancing in front of me and shouted almost crying voice.
"Come out... soon... please..."
There was no answer. As if in a frenzy, Tia started kicking the long-sleeved leather boots off her feet.
"F..k, no!" She let out a squeal.
Pee forced its way through the black denim making it glistening and soaking her toe socks! It was too late to take off the jeans. Tia just stood shocked and looked at her toes. The pee was still dripping onto the tile floor and it was starting to form a pool under her.
I calculated that I had seen all the male students in our class in the corridor. There was still no noise inside the cubicle and I tried the door knob. It was open and the booth was empty, although the color of the door knob was red. I stepped in. I peed and listened to the silence outside. When I came out, Tia was sitting on the floor back against the wall and the phone to her ear.
"Pick me up from here, now!" Tia ordered into the phone.
"I had a pee accident and it's your fault!" she continued.
"Damn it, don't believe me, but I really have a piss in my pants now and you're coming to get me!"
She forced her boyfriend to go on a search trip. She couldn't get on the bus, and she couldn't get out of the bathroom either. She was really mad and angry.
"I won't show my wet ass to those whores and perverts!" she scolded me angrily "They didn't let me in first, even though I nicely asked. You tell them I didn't feel well and I left home."
Later from the meeting room, we saw Tia finally leave the main door with a denim jacket on her hips. She stayed on the side of the road under a park tree kicking small stones and waiting for her own ride.
Hardly anyone accepted the explanation for the sudden bad feeling, but this brunette was so stubborn and tough young woman, as far as I know, they didn't even dare to remind her about the case afterwards.
Of course I noticed that whenever things turned to toilet talk at class parties or during breaks Tia became quiet and serious. The public accident as an adult definitely left a mark on her. |
This is the last "told as a real".
MY UNLUCKY SUMMER DAY
I have a long career behind me as an athlete, later as a coach and today also as a journalist. As an athlete, I often experienced difficult moments on long trips to performance venues. The body had to be hydrated well and of course that always caused the need to pee frequently. I don't remember ever having any difficulties during the performances. The focus on performance was so comprehensive. No pee accidents ever happened.
As a coach, monitoring long training sessions is also problematic in my sport. I work in an outdoor sport where toilets are not always available. If so, they are often porta potties, which to us women are an abomination. However, I learned to act in a certain way so that I wouldn't get into difficult situations. Also, as a reporter, you always have to plan things, check toilet availability and schedules precisely. Otherwise, you could be in big troubles with schedules especially of the camera sessions.
Still, it happened as it happened to me also. It feels really unfair and I'm telling my story so that it would bring comfort to others who have experienced the pee accident. Sometimes world just rounds that way.
I'm a kind person and I can easily get excited about anything new. I agree too easily to requests from friends. That time it was the biggest reason.
So, I had finished my own career and started coaching. There was a big event in my sport near my home and I had promised to be an expert for the local television broadcast. I am not going to describe my sport or this event in more detail because I don't want be recognized in public. Such a small world. Of course, those who witnessed the incident recognize me, but that doesn't matter. After all, they already know about my case.
I knew I was going to perform on the broadcast also visually for a moment and I dressed as casually as possible on a warm day. I had a light gray pencil skirt and a pretty lace top on me. I got there on time and started watching the events in the crowd. I enjoyed the sun and drank a lemonade. I talked with the parents of the girls I was coaching and walked around the area.
There was still a lot of time before the broadcast and the main event. Then I ran into members of the leadership group of my club. They said that the responsible coach of the junior girls had fallen ill at a bad time. Before the main event, it was time for their performance. I promised to monitor their performance and take care of their maintenance. After all, I had that much time. No other club officials were present either.
More and more people arrived all the time. I realized that my urge to pee had increased, but there had been quite a queue for the public toilets due to the public refueling at the beer tent. Due to their hydration, the athletes were also in the same queues before their performance.
I spent my time supervising the junior team members. When I gave post-performance feedback to the girls' captain, she asked if I was ok. That's when I realized that I had been too kind and let my need to pee too far. I may have seemed nervous. I had no time to wait in the line of the porta potty even if I wanted to. The schedule was tight and I marched towards the press area. I thought I'd get into the real ladies' room there.
I met the commentator in advance to agree how we work together. I heard that I would be in the same studio with him.Studio was some kind of shipping container. The broadcast started a little earlier than I expected. I asked for the possibility to quickly use the toilets of the local television production first. The answer was a big shock. I heard there weren't any! We just put the headphones on our ears and we started.
My legs jiggled and wiggled as I sat throughout the broadcast. I just wanted to wait in line, but of course I couldn't do nothing but suffer. I hoped that my voice wouldn't shake. Or my feet stepping wouldn't be heard on the broadcast. I shifted my position on the chair repeatedly and tensed my lower muscles whole time. The competition seemed to go on endlessly, but I managed to make it to the end. As soon as we finished the commentating, I ran out towards toilets.
At the end of the competition, the queues were long again. I couldn't cut in line. I danced and squirmed. I was embarrassed and I hoped the worst wouldn't happen. I realized I couldn't wait there if it really happens in front of all those people. I walked towards the edge of the area near the forest. There were less people around. I tried to hide and pee behind the service building.
Sadly I didn't make it. A drop or two slipped out with every step. In the end, I just stood and watered the grass under me. I felt the wetness of the lace panties. I hoped my skirt wouldn't show any wet spots. My pencil skirt was skin-tight and reached above the knees. Thin fabric didn't get wet from the front, but it did from the back. I was fortyone and there I stood in my pissed knickers!
There was still a final interview in the middle of the event area with the reporter left. I wandered around the side paths in the direction of the cameraman and commentator. I had to admit that I hadn't made it to the bathroom. I couldn't be in front of the camera. Audience could see something wet on my skirt if I am turning. The cameraman said it wouldn't be a problem. It would only be filmed from the waist up. And yeah, I really made the end of the local TV broadcast in pee-pee undies!
We decided to let it be a big secret for the viewers.
I don't think that my accident was noticed by anyone else than the cameraman and the reporter. They both promised not to tell anyone because they wanted me to continue as an sports expert in the future. I received thanks for the professionalism and afterwards, having seen the broadcast, I really cannot see anything suspicious. I was so calm.
Clothes dried in a minutes and I drove home. I told about the bad luck timetables and an incident they caused to my life partner. I knew she was not keen on wetting related things like me. I've always hoped she experienced similar accident as I just had and a few times she had made me happy and "accidentally" leaked for me in private.
Now she was just amused and said how I was a victim for my own desires! Destiny? Maybe.
Edited July 17, 2022 by MissMiniMe
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Back to fiction...
LENE'S FIRST STAKEOUT GIG
Her shiny red-brown long hair was tied in a bun on the top of her head. It made the more than 170 centimeter tall Norwegian origin Lene standing at the coffee machine look even taller than usual. Several of the more experienced officers of The Criminal Police were either on vacation or sick. It made her believe that she could be on the field this time too.
During her studies Lene had received top grades and she had not had to work for a long time in the overalls of the order police. However, the work in the criminal police was spent in the office using the laptop and the cell phone effectively. Things were verified and information was sought. Comparing the material used as evidence and its kind. The work was primarily office work for all of them and it included interviewing witnesses. Sometimes, less frequently, also interrogations of criminal suspects. After a long period of paperwork Lene sometimes also missed the field.
Tony, with a mustache and in his fifties, came out of the chief's room. His partner was sick and the boss had suggested Lene along to shadow the main perpetrator of a criminal group suspected of drug trafficking. On the other hand, the idea sounded good. Lene was younger and would fit in well with the criminal's clientele. However, Tony thought Lene was inexperienced.
He looked at Lene, who was sipping her coffee from a large cardboard mug and leaning against the vending machine while standing in a polo shirt. The woman was undeniably physically fit. There was no makeup on her face, but her extended eyelashes and polished fingernails did not convince the man. The appearance reminded he of a fitness model showing off her butt on the internet rather than a police officer. Especially when walking down the aisle in her high heeled boots, swinging her hips. This week's Lene had crammed her small round bum into light blue super skinny jeans.
The decision about the gig had to be made quickly. The suspect had been seen in the center of the city in a bar popular with younger people. The information had come from a so-called calf. The man had not been seen in a while and the mistake could not be made of sending policemen in overalls to the scene. Much more was found out at this stage by following the man from the side. Who would he meet and where would he lead them after him. The work had to be done subtly as a couple. Tony had made his decision. He shouted to Lene to leave now.
This is what Lene had hoped for. She threw her empty disposable cup in the trash and took tight black leather jacket over the back of the chair with her. They entered the elevator and began to descend towards the parking cave. Tony sat in the driver's seat of a civilian car and smelled the denim-scented perfume from the side of Lene in the car. That smell had always made him wild. Now he had to focus on driving even more closely.
The suspect was only known to them from photos. This situation had already been discussed in meetings beforehand and they both knew how to act. Lene rushed into the bar where the man had been met. Tony waited outside in the car and would take photos of the people the man met when they came out. It didn't take long for Lene to recognize the suspect. The young woman ordered a cola and sat down to sip it in the best possible place. She saw a man who still had no direct line of sight to herself.
The suspect was still alone and reading the afternoon paper. Lene was focused on her phone. It wasn't even pretend. She used it to keep in touch with her police colleague.
An hour passed and nothing changed. The man had not met anyone. Just drank his beer and read the paper. Lene's second cola with ice had also been drunk. Had to pee a bit, but there was no way to go to the bathroom now. Lene asked Tony to switch tasks. Colleague didn't like the idea. He didn't fit in with the bar's clientele. They just had to be patient.
It didn't take long before it started happening. A young bald guy crashed into the same table as the suspect. They talked to each other, but Lene didn't see the item changing hands. The story was enough for a long time, and Lene had also picked up a magazine so that it would seem like she had something to do. She didn't dare drink any more. The coffee and coke had filled his bladder into a water tank that was about to explode. She had started to gather looks. There had even been an attempt to get closer, but Lene had politely pushed the young man on his way, telling him that she was waiting for company.
Lene started to have a hard time, but she didn't want to take the risk that one or the other of the followers would have run away during the toilet visit without Tony knowing. If a man in his fifties could wait in a car for several hours, why not a young woman too. Lene laughed at Tony's message, in which the followers were humorously divided in case the men left at different times or in different directions.
Tony took photos from the door when the bald man suddenly left the restaurant. After a while, Lene jumped after him with her long legs. They were soon followed by the original suspect, whom Tony targeted. He left a car on the side of the road.
The tension made Lene feel worse. He didn't know how long she would have to hold. The guy she was following had adventures in a book store and a grocery store. Lene followed him as had been taught. Far enough and invisibly. According to the messages, Tony was following his own target in the same direction.
During the evening they ended up in the same park closer to the port. Lene was moving with her legs crossed already. She hadn't pissed in her pants as an adult and she thought it would not be possible. However, the emergency was now greater than ever and the pressure almost unbearable. A gig had last hours. Much longer than Lene had expected.
The people being followed were sitting on the same park bench and it was obvious from everything that the goods would now change hands. Hands were in the jacket pockets and the dumplings placed on the bench slipped into different pockets. At the same time, Tony, walking from the edge of the park to the platform, called for backup for the arrest, which would be carried out by uniformed police officers.
Lene was standing on the street corner in the other direction. The release of tension caused an incredible pressure wave in the lower abdomen. The clear liquid penetrated the already damp panties, soaking the butt cheeks and inner thighs of the jeans in a second!
Lene was frozen in place, and the flow could not be stopped. The backs of the knees, long legs and even socks in her leather ankle boots started to get wet. The dark surface spread over the skin-tight denim. People passing by looked on, some in horror, some in admiration, as an attractive tall woman peed in her pants in front of them like in some fetish video!
Tony led the shocked Lene towards their parked car. He tried to stay professional and thanked her for a great job. He didn't knew how to comfort or what to say to his female partner who had clearly wet herself during the task. The denim-scented perfume had been accompanied by the smell of real damp elastane jeans, when Lene sat down in the seat of the car. She opened her hair bun and covered her face with her long straight and shiny hair. She could not believe what had happened.
"Not to office... home."
They were the only words the drenched redhead managed to say in a trembling voice. |
Like I wrote in the beginning the forum is unfortunately dead. Link would not help, because it only gives you an error page. All material has gone.
It was very quiet (like one country fetish forums generally are) for the last years and I luckily or not 😀 saved the best stories before they killed it. This is the last one "better quality" fiction story I saved.
RITA'S ACCIDENT
I work in a large technology company. I do office work in research and development unit. There are young and innovative women in my team. I enjoy their cheerful presence every day, but they are also all very attractive.
One Friday in September, we had a team training day. It continued in a more relaxed way, eating in a restaurant and visiting a few different activities. The whole team was still together at midnight. We had visited several bars and ended up in a popular nightclub late after midnight.
Time passed and it was time to go home. It was closing time for the nightclub. We started to think about who lived in which direction and tried to leave in shared taxis. Public transport no longer ran that time of the night. I knew I was going with Rita. She was one of our newest employees and lived near me in an apartment building with her boyfriend and dog. I had seen them from time to time on a walk in my free time.
Rita jumped up and started to leave the table.
"I got to go downstairs first. Wait for me." She said. But the other women stopped her.
We talked closely and I saw how the porter was already emptying the tables. Rita was restless and stood next to the table. She was already about to leave, but the other women ordered him back to the table again to discuss the rides. The negotiation mainly dealt with whether a third person would still come with us. However, this did not happen.
The porter came to order us out. Rita looked suspicious. She asked if she could still go downstairs to the women's room quickly. Stone-faced man bluntly told that it was time to clear the place. Rita was the quietest and shyest woman in my team. She didn't say no and we went to get coats as a whole group.
I helped the coat on Rita like gentlemen do. The young lady had naturally curly blond hair and it reached her shoulders. She wore teacher glasses and always dressed stylishly like the other women in our office. This time she was wearing a black polo shirt, heels and yellow slightly flared suit pants.
It was the eve of a national holiday Saturday. A general night of celebration. The taxi lines were long. We decided to join the nearest queue.
"I left it too late to use the women's room." Rita said. "Can we look if we can still get in to some place?"
We wandered the streets around the block, but all the bars were already closed. There were no public toilets at all. Rita looked even more uncertain. There was no other option than wait for a taxi and a ride home.
All the taxis were running. You couldn't get them faster by ordering. Rita began to worry. The line moved slowly. I suggested walking to the edge of the city center. You could probably have gotten a ride from there faster. He preferred to wait even though there were many customers in front of us. We must have waited for a half an hour. It was no longer worth changing place to wait.
"This is much worse than I expected." Rita said in pain.
Our turn finally came and we traveled home. Rita firmly pressed her knees together the whole way and pressed her hand against her crotch.
We got out of the taxi at the street intersection between our homes. I paid the driver and the taxi was gone. I turned towards the young lady. She stood there frozen. Hands in her coat pockets were pressing her body. I heard a hissing sound! It went on and on. Rita started to lift her heels on the asphalt with a horrified expression on her face. Even though the coat almost reached her knees I understood what happened. The pee was dripping from the shoes and legs to the ground. The trickle was glistening under the street lights.
"Don't be afraid. The others won't hear about this." I opened my mouth.
Rita made no move to go home. Just stared at the window of their apartment building. There was a ceiling light on.
"My boyfriend is still awake. He's religious. He doesn't like me drinking. And now he thinks I've drunk myself into such a bad state." She whispered.
I knew she hadn't drunk much alcohol. Her mouth started to twist. Don't cry, I thought. I am always unarmed when it happens to any woman.
I was divorced and my house was empty. I suggested that Rita could use the dryer at my place. Her expression brightened and she left with me. I led Rita to the hall and took her coat off. I finally got to see a damage of her tight-from-above slacks. The thin wet fabric revealed the shape of her dark panties through it. I had a problem to cover my enthusiasm for her.
While Rita was washing herself, I found some clothes left by my ex-wife in the closet. Size of them was quite right. They were just a little bigger. I offered them from the bathroom door to Rita and she accepted black slacks on her. I asked if her boyfriend would notice her business pants colour changing black during the evening.
"No problem. He wasn't home when I left." She answered.
Rita kissed me shortly on my cheek, smiled and left. Her boyfriend wouldn't like all this what had happened either, I guess.
I stayed home to catch my breath. What had just happened? It wasn't a dream. There was a very wet and pee-smelling pile of clothes on my bathroom floor. Dark pantyhose, black panties and suit pants, partly darker yellow than they had been a while earlier. I wasn't going to wash them yet. It was time to play. |
drew the bedroom curtains, switched on the answer phone, and placed her new purchase on the bed. Then she guiltily took off her dress and hung it up in the wardrobe. Next she kicked off her shoes. Finally she took off her knickers and bra, and dropped them in the laundry basket in the en-suite. When she was totally naked, she nervously picked up her new purchase. It was a pair of light blue knickers with a floral print pattern.
She stepped into the knickers and quickly pulled them up; then she stood in front of the mirror on her wardrobe door, and studied her reflection intently. She looked much as she remembered looking that dreadful day, 15 years ago, when she had last worn a pair of knickers with a floral pattern. Up until a week ago, she had tried desperately to suppress the memories of that day; and knickers with flowers on them were bound to remind her of it, so she had taken care never to wear flowery knickers ever since.
It had been a bright, sunny Tuesday in late May. The seventeenth, it would have been, because it was Amy's birthday party that evening, and Amy's birthday was the seventeenth of May. Amy had been Lucy's best friend at primary school. Amy had worn her best clothes for Lucy's 8th birthday party three months earlier, and Lucy was going to repay the compliment by wearing all her best clothes for Amy's 8th birthday party. And that included her best knickers, which were light blue with a floral print. She'd really loved those knickers when she was 8, in the way that only 8 years olds can and often do.
Now, 15 years later, Lucy could remember it as clearly as though it was yesterday. When she went to get dressed in the morning she couldn't find her best knickers. She'd searched high and low, eventually pulling all the drawers out of her chest of drawers. Only then did she find that they had fallen down the back of the drawers. She'd hurriedly put them on, then scrambled her way into her school uniform dress, and rushed downstairs for breakfast. Her mother scolded her that she'd be late for school, so rather than take time eating her usual breakfast of toast and marmite, she'd just downed a glass of fruit juice and a cup of tea, then dashed out of the back door. Without going to the toilet first. And without picking up her PE kit, which she needed because they had PE first thing on a Tuesday morning.
The result of all this had been that she'd had to do PE in just her knickers - her best knickers - and that with all that fluid sloshing around inside her she'd ended up wetting herself half way through the lesson. All the rest of the class had stared at her in amazement because it was over two years since anybody else had had an accident at school. And she remembered wishing that the ground would open up and swallow her.
She had been absolutely mortified, and had tried to banish the memory of her embarrassment ever since - until, that is, last week. To help her forget her humiliation, she never again wore the knickers that she had wet; and once she had outgrown them she made sure that she never even owned another pair of knickers with a floral print.
So what happened last week to change all of that? Would you be surprised if I were to tell you that at the age of 23, she had an accident?
It was her very own fault, of course. She was in too much of a hurry, and hadn't been paying attention closely enough. She'd allowed herself to get too close to the car in front, and when it had to brake sharply, she didn't react quickly enough. The front end of her lovely VW Beetle was totally stove in, and she knew right away that she was not going to be able to drive it away from the scene of the accident. (She also realized that, when her insurance renewal fell due next month, she wouldn't now be getting her protected No Claims Bonus after all ... but that's another story.) So she got out her mobile phone, and rang for the RAC.
The other car was not too badly damaged, and was in fact able to be driven away. So, she was left by herself standing on the hard shoulder of the motorway, beside her wrecked car, waiting for the RAC to arrive. She began to feel the urge to go to the toilet. She looked around to see whether there was anywhere that she could duck behind a bush, but bushes are few and far between on the hard shoulder of the M6 in Birmingham. The simple fact of the matter was that there was nowhere at all that she could go for a pee. She was just going to have to wait.
So she waited. And she sat on the crash barrier and crossed her legs. Then she crossed them the other way. Then she got up and paced about a bit, but that only made it worse. So she sat down again. But that made it worse too. So she got up again.
Then she remembered how, when she'd been a little girl and on the point of wetting herself, she'd sometimes managed to delay the inevitable by holding herself between her legs. The inevitable had always happened, of course - such is the nature of inevitability. But she'd been able to postpone it. And if she could postpone it now, then the RAC might turn up, and she might be able to hold on until they got to a toilet. So she discretely put a hand between her legs and held herself. And it did ease the urgency.
But it's impossible to be that discreet on the hard shoulder of the M6 in Birmingham. A passing minibus sounded its horn; and somebody leered out of a side window at her and made a suggestive gesture. And she decided that maybe holding herself wasn't such a good idea after all. So she took her hand away. And instantly regretted it, because the moment she released the pressure, a little jet of pee came spurting out, making her knickers ever so slightly damp. She'd managed to contain the rest of her pee, but she desperately wanted to hold herself again. And she would have done, indiscreet or not, were it not for the fact that she feared that if she did, the wet patch in her knickers would transfer itself to her skirt.
So she paced about a little bit more, debating how best to ease the mounting discomfort in her bladder. But before she finally resolved that particular conundrum, the RAC arrived. And to her very great surprise the RAC mechanic was called Jane. And Jane was a woman. So Lucy felt bold enough to explain her predicament.
"Jane," she said, "I'm absolutely bursting for a pee. So can you get my car onto the back of the truck as quickly as possible, and pull in at the first services so that I can go to the toilet?"
"I'll do what I can, duck," Jane had replied, "but I've got to do this safely. It'll take about 15 minutes to get the car loaded and secured and all the mess cleared from the road; then the first services are about half an hour away. Do you think you can wait for three quarters of an hour longer?"
"I'm not sure I can, you know," replied Lucy. Then, as another spasm shot through her bladder, and another little jet of pee leaked out into her knickers, she went on "in fact, I'm pretty sure I can't."
This had her really worried now. What was she going to do?
"In that case," said Jane, doing a quick survey of the damage to Lucy's car and marking it all down on a sheet of paper which she had on a clipboard, "it looks as though you're going to end up wetting yourself, and the only question is where and when."
"Noo," wailed Lucy, "there must be another alternative?"
"What alternative?" asked Jane in a matter-of-fact sort of voice, passing Lucy her survey sheet and indicating where she should sign to agree that her car had been damaged as shown before the RAC put it on their recovery truck. "Either you can wait three quarters of an hour, in which case I can get you to a loo before you wet yourself; or you can't, in which case you're going to wet yourself before I can get you to a loo."
Another spasm brought with it another jet of warm pee. The gusset of her knickers was already saturated, and this one began to trickle down the inside of Lucy's thigh. It felt ever so slightly erotic; and Lucy found herself wishing that she could find a boyfriend who knew how to make her tingle all over in quite the same way that this little trickle of pee was doing. She bit her lip and focused on her straining bladder. Three quarters of an hour? Was it possible?
Not in a month of Sundays, she realized, as another little leak took her completely by surprise, and another little trickle of pee ran down her leg.
"No - there's no way I can wait three quarters of an hour," said Lucy.
"In that case," said Jane, "I think it's probably best that you don't wet yourself in the cab of my truck, so can you do it here please?"
"What?" asked Lucy.
"It's quite simple, really," said Jane. "You're wearing a skirt, so if you're careful you should be able to wet your knickers and not mark the rest of your clothing. I used to do that all the time when I was little. Still do sometimes, if I'm taken short with no loos in sight. I'm sure you must have done too. You don't even need to leave a tell-tale puddle on the edge of the road if you stand here, in the pool of water that your broken radiator has dumped."
Lucy was reluctant - but she realized that Jane was right, and she really didn't have any option. Her knickers were going to end up wet no matter what. It was only a question of where, and when, and how. And of course, minimizing the damage. Which was best done, as Jane had pointed out, by wetting standing up, which would not mark her skirt.
So, while Jane loaded the damaged Beetle onto the truck, Lucy stood in the pool of radiator water, with her feet slightly apart, and tried to wet her knickers. Only to find that she couldn't. Which was a little ridiculous, she thought, as it was only a moment before that she had been trying desperately not to wet her knickers, and finding that she couldn't do that either. It was a toilet training thing, she realized: so deeply ingrained was the desire not to wet her knickers that, even though she knew it was going to happen soon anyway, still she couldn't find a way to make it happen sooner rather than later.
She was still standing there, dry but for the few leaks and dribbles that had happened against her will before she started trying to wet her knickers, when Jane came and said "OK - I'm ready to go. Are you?"
"I'm afraid not," replied Lucy, somewhat sheepishly. "I still haven't wet myself, I'm afraid."
("Afraid??? What a peculiar reaction to the fact that I haven't wet myself," she thought and giggled a little, nervous, self-conscious giggle.)
"Hmmm," said Jane. "And you're really sure you can't hold on for another half an hour?"
"Positive," said Lucy. "Once I'm in that cab, I reckon I'll be wet within five minutes."
"Common enough problem, I'm afraid, the first few times you try to wet on purpose," said Jane. "I guess I'd better see what I can do to help you."
"How?" said Lucy, a little alarmed.
"Well," said Jane, "when did you last wet your knickers?"
"When I was eight," replied Lucy, cringing inwardly at the memory, her cheeks turning a fiery hot red as the embarrassment and humiliation of that day returned to her once again.
"Fine," said Jane. "And can you remember the occasion clearly?"
"Like it was yesterday," said Lucy.
"Good," said Jane. "And can you remember how it felt just when you finally found you couldn't hold on any longer."
"I think so," said Lucy. "I'd been holding it back and holding it back, and it was really hurting. And I didn't want it to hurt any more so I just sort of ... gave up, and let it happen. I stopped trying to stop it happen, and just gave in to it."
"Then just give in to it again. Now. Stop trying to stop it happening, Lucy."
Lucy closed her eyes and tried to recall the moment. Standing there on the rounders field, waiting her turn to go in to bat, wearing nothing but her knickers - light blue with floral print. Finally giving in- stopping holding back. The girl behind her suddenly giggling and saying "Please Miss, I think Lucy's piddling herself." The hot flush of shame. All these memories came back to her. And something else came, too. She wasn't just imagining, remembering, the feeling of the warm pee washing around her bottom. That was real. She was finally, really, peeing in her knickers. Aged 23. And she just stood there and let it happen.
"Finished?"
She looked up and saw Jane. She blushed even more furiously than before; as she realized that this total stranger had just witnessed her wet herself, standing on the hard shoulder of the M6. It was something that only little girls ought to do ... but she'd just done it at the age of 23. She felt ... actually, now she came to think about it, she didn't feel ashamed and humiliated. She scarcely felt embarrassed. She actually felt ... well, a little bit thrilled. Excited. Her warm, wet bottom actually felt ... nice!
"I've put a towel down on the passenger seat," said Jane. "Just be sure you lift your skirt right up round your waist so it doesn't get wet."
"Or I could take it off altogether," suggested Lucy. "It's a wrap-around, and it'd only be the work of a moment to unwrap it."
"Good idea," said Jane.
So Lucy climbed into the cab of the RAC truck and took off her skirt, then sat down on the towel-covered passenger seat. Her wet knickers would be clearly visible to anybody with a high vantage point - that is to say, the drivers of any lorries they overtook - so she put both hands in her lap and draped her skirt over the top of them, carefully making sure that her hands held the skirt fabric clear of the wet fabric of her knickers.
As they drove, from time to time a jolt would cause one of her hands to brush ever so lightly against the front of her knickers, between her legs. And every time this happened she felt a little buzz of excitement - sexual excitement - pass through her body. It wasn't long before she was silently willing Jane to drive through potholes in order to provide extra jolts. And soon after that she allowed one hand to rest lightly but permanently against the front of her wet knickers.
This was followed by a little light stroking; then firmer stroking; until finally she put her hand down inside the front of her knickers, and experimentally slipped first one finger, then another, inside herself. It felt so good that she was soon totally absorbed in what she was doing. Aware of nothing but the intensity of her own sexual needs.
She didn't notice that the skirt had slipped from her lap to the floor- or that they had arrived outside her house. Nor that Jane had stopped the engine of the truck, and was now watching her masturbating with one hand thrust down the front of the sodden knickers in which she had had her most recent accident less than an hour before. She was aware of nothing but the intensity of the orgasm that now wracked her body. Then she collapsed back, panting, into the passenger seat's warm embrace.
After a moment or two, Jane spoke. "Come on, Lucy. Time to put your skirt back on duck, you're home."
"Mmmmm."
"I know, I know. They're always much more intense when you're wet. But you've got to get out of the truck now. I've another accident to attend to."
Well, that had been last week. And ever since, Jane's words had played on her mind: "They're always much more intense when you're wet." And every day she'd tried to wet herself again. And every day she'd failed. Overcome by the deeply ingrained instinct to avoid wetting her knickers, and the fact that she'd always been trying at home, where it was never far to a toilet.
But she'd also remembered Jane's method of getting her to wet her knickers by encouraging her to recall the last occasion she'd done so. And she'd promised herself that, come the weekend, she'd re-enact her entire childhood accident- right from beginning to humiliating end. All the other characters would have to be supplied by her imagination, of course. And her garden would have to stand in for the school playground. But that apart, the re-enactment would be as nearly perfect as she could make it.
She'd spent ages trying to find a pair of light blue floral print knickers, which looked almost identical to her favorite pair, back then when she was eight. And she'd spent the morning filling herself up with fruit juice and tea, and remembering not to go to the toilet. So now she felt desperate enough to play the game she had been planning all week. In her imagination, the conversation began.
Teacher: Now everybody, hurry up and get changed for PE.
Lucy: Please Miss- I've forgotten to bring my PE kit with me.
Teacher: Then you'll just have to do it in your knickers, won't you Lucy?
Lucy: Do I have to, Miss?
Teacher: You know the rules, Lucy. If you forget your PE kit, you do PE in your knickers. If you don't want the boys to see your knickers, you have to remember to bring your kit.
Fifteen years ago, of course, Lucy had skulked off to the cloakrooms and tried to hide, hoping the teacher wouldn't notice she was missing. But the teacher had noticed; and had come and fetched her, standing over her while she took her dress off, and leading her reluctantly out into the playground. Now, however, the whole idea of the game was to go out in just her knickers and to wet herself. She had to relive the event- and then ... well, who knew where it might lead?
So Lucy picked up the rounders bat she had bought that morning at Toys R Us and headed out into her garden with an aching bladder, wearing nothing but her new light blue floral-print knickers and smiling with anticipated lust.
I have a copy of all the stories from sher and ger. I will put the rest up later. |
An alien race puts soldiers of their species on earth to collect information while disguised as humans. Using incomprehensibly advanced technology, everything about them becomes human, physically and mentally. To prepare the soldiers before going on the mission, they must undergo the transformation many times and perform various tasks to make sure they’re prepared to control the human body. Unfortunately, some of these tasks include managing discomfort.
When she’s human, her name is Lily. She stays in a room that looks exactly like a room on earth, with things to do like play video games and clean. It changes depending on what she needed to do that day. As advised by her superiors immediately following the day’s transformation, she was to drink pitcher after pitcher of liquids over the course of a few hours. The floor and seats were the same material, but a sort of grate-like pattern across the surface told Lily these materials were designed to absorb and measure fluid. She was never told what her task was before completing it, but she deduced that she was going to be testing her urinary system.
She’d experienced urination before. Being human for long periods of time will make that happen. Every time she felt slight urge to pee, she’d immediately go to the toilet to remedy the sensation, eager to accurately and effectively answer her body’s call to action. She was already feeling it, however, and today there was no bathroom door.
She cooked until she was squirming, which was something she’d never encountered before. She ate, piling food on top of it, too. She cleaned until she was potty dancing, rubbing her bladder almost constantly, intrigued by the new level of intensity she was taking this sensation to. She pressed into herself, poked at her sides, played with things to make it feel more urgent.
By the time the novelty passed, she was badly needing to pee. It crept up on her. She pressed her fingers into her vagina, changing sitting positions every few seconds. She decided to stand up and walk around, hoping to ease some pressure. She had her hands on her hips, breathing carefully and she paced around the room. As a wave of urgency hit her, her bladder contracting and nearly succeeding in pushing urine out of her urethra, she gripped her crotch and doubled over. She lifted her leg to squish her thighs together every couple of seconds, stepping side to side as she shook her arms at her sides. She sat back down on the side of the wooden chair, digging the edge of the seat into her taint, scooting to press into her genitals.
“Tell us how you feel, Lily,” a voice over the intercom said.
“I-I’m exceptionally uncomfortable!” she gasped, her voice trembling almost as much as her body was.
“Can you believe your bladder is only at approximately 45% capacity?”
“I-It’s not possible!” She winced and rubbed her pussy. “The organ that’s holding the urine… The bladder? It’s very, very full… Ahh, I’ve never felt it this full! There’s pressure in my belly, too. I drank so much, they’re pressing on each other. Oof… I’m very uncomfortable.”
“Are you maintaining control over the muscles down there?”
She crossed her legs, then crossed them the other way. “Y-yes, I think so…”
Time dragged on and on. She attempted to do a puzzle, but struggled to keep her attention on it. Her kidneys were working at a faster pace than she was used to. Pretty soon, she was seriously getting desperate.
“Ohh… Ahh, ouchh… Nnh…”
“How are you feeling, Lily?” the intercom sounded.
“I’m going to urinate soon, I can feel it! I can feel it close to the end of my urethra!” She squealed, jolting her butt back and forth, squeezing her vagina madly. “My bladder, it’s… squeezing the liquid out! Or, tries to… It’s beginning to have a mind of it’s own!”
“You’re losing control of it?”
“A-A little bit… It’s just so intense! Nngh, ahh… I can barely stand it! I’m perspiring heavily… Ehh, ohh… It’s really difficult to think about anything else…”
“You’re currently at 85% capacity.”
“I-I don’t want to experience 100%! Ahh, ooh… Ohh, god…”
Time dragged on. The poor girl was in a horribly uncomfortable state. Lily was curled up in a fetal position on the couch, her hips writhing slightly, hands stuck down the front of her pants gripping her vagina. She had long unbuttoned her pants to give her bloated bladder some room. Cringing constantly, assaulted by a barrage of discomfort and urgency, she bit into the fabric of the couch trying to deal with the pain
“Lily? Has the severity of your state incapacitated you?”
She took a deep, careful breath. “J-just a bit…” she squeaked, blinking tears out of her eyes. “It… hurts…” In a jolting motion, she curled up more and squeezed tighter, her screaming bladder contracting and forcing some liquid into her urethra. Her fingers were gripping tight, though, and it painfully leaked back into her bladder after a minute.
“We want you to undress, at least your pants and underwear.”
She slowly and carefully pushed herself up, her legs pressed tightly together the entire time. She lifted her butt and pulled her pants down to her thighs, squishing her distending urinary organ against her thighs a bit as she leaned forward, then jostling the liquid around as she sat back down. “Oooff—“ she groaned, intense discomfort radiating through the sensitive area. She stiffened her body and skinned her pants the rest of the way down until they were at her feet.
“Kick them off and place them in the drop box,” the intercom instructed, referring to a box by the front door. Lily groaned inwardly. She held her privates tightly, pressing her fingers so hard into her peehole that it hurt, then gingerly got up and shuffled to the drop box, her pants dragging from her ankles. The miserable, desperate girl tried her best not to crush the melon-sized bulge of urine swelling out of her as she bent down, but there was no way to do it. “Ughh-!” she groaned, pulling her pants off all the way. She tried to be as still as she could be, but she stumbled a bit and fell on her butt, hot yellow piss squirting out as it happened. “Oooohh…” she moaned, grabbing madly at her exposed, dribbling vagina and jiggling around. The walls of her bladder were stretched thin, almost physically incapable of encompassing the extreme volume of fluid she had inside her.
“You are very close to 100% capacity, Lily,” the intercom told her. “How do you feel?”
“I-I can’t take it!” she blurted, tears welling up in her eyes and falling down her cheeks. “I-I feel like I’m g-going to explode! P-please… Mmm… I have to p-pissssssss…!” with the last word, liquid started dribbling out. She squeezed even tighter and fell onto her side, managing to stem the flow with her fingers.
“We need you to drop the clothes in the drop box. We can’t afford to have to retake this test because the clothes absorbed some and skewed our information.”
“Hhnh- huh-“ she huffed, feeling like she was going to urinate at any second. She pushed herself up slowly, managing to stay dry until she pulled her pants off of her foot, causing her to jerk her knee up and press against her belly. She squeaked as a bit of pee dribbled out, both hands shooting to her privates to squeeze and rub. She pulled the other foot out and got up slowly, one hand between her thighs. She stepped in place, frantically jerking her legs inward constantly.
“Communicate with us, Lily,” the intercom said.
“Ohhh I have to urinate s-so badly… I-I feel like I’m going to explode! T-This area h-here…” She gently rubbed her bulging abdomen. “It’s so sensitive… Ahhh… I-I cant—“ A squirt of pee shot out and dribbled down her thighs. “Mmmph!” she groaned, doubling over and digging her fingers into her pussy. “It hurtsss…” More liquid squirted into her hands and dribbled down her thighs. “Nnngh!” she whined, “i-it’s coming out! I’m t-trying to ho-old it…” Her stomach was insanely distended. Her screaming bladder had literally reached full capacity, painfully contracting every few seconds to push out just enough urine to make room for the next bit of pee her kidneys mercilessly produced. Intermittent spurts had led to yellow liquid streaming down her legs, dripping onto the floor. She fell to her knees, digging her dribbling vagina into her heel, still grabbing and rubbing herself madly. Then, entirely out of her control, her urethra relaxed and let urine jet out onto her feet. She squealed and squeezed herself, falling onto her butt gushing through her fingers. “I c-can’t stop!” she sobbed, clenching every muscle below her waist, trying to stem the flow. The puddle was growing to an enormous size as it pooled under her butt, soaking her legs and hands. After an impressive amount of time, she stopped fighting it, spreading her legs. “T-This is what my body did by itself,” she said breathlessly, spreading her pussy lips. “I didn’t realize the severity that this sensation could reach. I-it feels amazing to drain my bladder right now.”
“You performed well, Lily,” the intercom said. As her incredibly long stream slowed to a dribble, the liters of golden liquid started to drain through the floor. |
“I-I’m gonna bust!” Erica whined, jiggling the front doorknob as she danced on the spot. She winced as her hand shot to her crotch. “Guys, I’m serious! It hurtsss…”
Two of her friends laughed at her, looking at her through the window. “Why do you have to pee so bad?” one of them asked.
“Your house is far!” she exclaimed. “I had to go since before I left, I just didn’t think about it…”
“Why wouldn’t you go at your…”
“Obviously I thought I’d be able to go here!” she snapped, hopping from foot to foot. “Ohhh, I’m dying, I’m dying…” She saw them whispering to each other and laughing. She groaned miserably. “Please just let me in! I’ll do anything, I just have to pee right now, please!”
“Anything?” her friend echoed, before turning around and whispering something else. She turned back. “Strip naked and we’ll let you in.”
Erica busted out laughing. “Don’t do that! I’m so serious, Ellie, I have to go really bad!”
“If you have to go so bad, why don’t you strip naked so we’ll let you in?”
“Ughhh!” Hands tightly squeezing her crotch, she started marching around, squishing her thighs together with every step. “I’m about to pee my pants!” she groaned, doubling over and shoving her hands in her pants, gripping between her legs.
“Boy, do you look stupid. If you took your clothes off, you could run to the bathroom right away.”
Erica giggled, but stormed over to the window. “You guys are weirdos!” she scolded. “I can’t wait for the opportunity to do this to one of you guyyssss—“ with the last word, she started to piss her pants. She jerked her legs together and bent over, hands buried in between her thighs. It didn’t take long to stem the flow, but once she started leaking, Erica knew she didn’t have much time left before she’d have another accident. Her friends busted out laughing. “Oh, fuck you!” she said as she turned and ran around the side of the house.
“Erica!” Laurel called from her open window. “Whoa, damn, what’s the rush?
“Jacine and Ellie won’t let me in the house and I’m about to pee in my pants!” she whined, holding herself and dancing crazily.
“So you’re gonna pee outside?”
“No! I’m gonna check the backdoor.”
“It’s locked. They locked it.”
“Will you unlock it for me?”
“No way! I don’t wanna be on their shitlist.”
“Come onnn! Oooh…” she frantically crossed her legs, doubling over and clutching herself as a squirt of piss shot into her underwear. Her urethra burned badly. “T-they won’t let me in the house unless I get naked for them on the front porch!”
“Bahahahah! Are you gonna do it?”
“Nnn… I c-can’t…” she twisted her legs up like a pretzel. “I’m embarrassed.”
“I mean, people are naked around here all the time. We’re within walking distance of a nude beach.”
A powerful pang of urgency rippled through Erica’s urinary system. She jerked her butt back, one hand gripping her crotch while she pressed her fingers into herself from behind. “I’m gonna have an accident!” she moaned. The tight shape of her full bladder could be felt pressing against her other organs and bulging out of her belly. She was absolutely dying to use a toilet.
She stormed over to the stairs and sat down on the top step, scooting her butt around. Her full bladder went through a serious of contractions, pulsing painfully. She crossed her legs and leaned forward. “Oooh, I really gotta fucking pee!” she yelled in frustration, unbuttoning her pants to ease the constriction around her bulging pee baby. She heard the door unlock and open behind her. She turned around so quickly that it painfully jostled her overfilled bladder. Jacine slammed the door and locked it as soon as she saw her. Erica got up and ran to the door, banging on it with one hand pressing between her thighs. “Please, let me in! Please, I need to piss so fucking badly, I feel like I’m gonna explode…”
“Erica, it’s so weird that you’re not doing the one thing that would get you inside to pee.”
Erica huffed, dancing desperately. She looked around nervously, then unzipped her fly. “Don’t tell anyone about this!” she told them, pulling her pants and underwear down and kicking them off over her shoes.
“Ooooh!” Jacine and Ellie broke out in hysterical laughter. She pulled her shirt off and unclipped her bra, stepping around crazily and jerking her butt around. She looked around constantly, covering her chest with her arms, nervous that someone might see her. “Please hurry up…” she muttered, moving her hips around, clenching every muscle in the region. “I’m about to pee on myself, I’m so serious…”
A little bit of pee came out and trickled down her legs. “Mmmmph…!” she groaned, squeezing her vagina tightly. “O-Okay, come on! Let me in, already!”
Jacine held up her phone and pointed the camera at the desperate, naked girl. Erica’s face burned a deep red, shuddering with humiliation. “W-Whoa, don’t video! No pictures, holy fuck, dude!”
“I’m kidding!” she laughed, turning it around to show the homescreen of her phone.
“That wasn’t funny!” she scolded, hitting the window with her fist. Then, even though she was holding and squeezing herself madly, golden liquid started leaking out of her pussy, gushing through her fingers, streaming down her legs and splattering onto the deck. “Ahhhh noooo, fuck fuck fuck fuck…!” she squealed, running away from the window in embarrassment. She squatted right in front of the stairs, letting hot piss jet freely out of her urethra. “Ahhhh…” she moaned, pleasure tingling in her privates. Then when she saw a car turn onto their street, panic struck her, and she ran around the side of the house, still urinating hard all over her legs.
“Oh my god, Erica!” Laurel cackled when her friend came sprinting around the side of the house. As soon as she was somewhat covered from the road, she spread her legs and released her urinary sphincter, standing up and pissing hard. “Ohh, Laurel, don’t look…” she begged.
“Holy shit, you really had to go!” she said, her eyes wide at the sight of her friend exploding into the grass. “That’s a strong ass stream!”
“Ughh…” she dropped her head. “Actually, I don’t even care. This feels so good. I had to pee so bad.”
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Japan is a land of mystery. Sometimes it was worth taking a step away, as from an incredible technological country, you could get into a forest with unknown inhabitants. But this is what children are told in childhood. As childhood years pass, heavenly tales turn into nightmares. Kind foxes Kisune, turn into cruel predators... ***
Hands are shaking, trying hard to hold the gun with a single cartridge. The woman could not hold back her tears... that was the end. The unknown creature is getting closer and closer...
Eyes open sharply. For a day now, an old alarm clock with thick red numbers depicting 6:00 saved her from this nightmare. Despite the annoying sound of an alarm that would most likely drive anyone crazy, for a woman it sounded like a saving song. For the last month, Hinata has been seeing the same dream every day. Here is a young woman on duty, preparing for her own death at the hands of an unknown creature...and every time, the brunette wakes up from the alarm clock...and every time...we shamefacedly find wet pajama pants and a stain on the bed... The damn month brought not only nightmares...but also constant nighttime accidents... A 24-year-old woman, a professional detective... pissed herself heavily. Sometimes Detective Hinata Ono would forget the last morning when she wasn't holding wet panties... Erasing the shame with her own hands, every day she tried to erase another incident from her memory, although she realized that this was not possible. Just as her sleep from the alarm clock broke, eggs broke on the edge of the pan. The sun in Tokyo was as striking as the city itself. The spring sky turned pleasantly blue, adding to the beauty with the orange dawn of the solar circle. On a small TV there were typical news about what had happened over the past day. Ignoring the next report of the TV channel about the life of the Parliament, Hinata went to the other end of the apartment, leaving the black, strong drink to be brewed. Yosuke's room was a typical teenager's room. Posters of half-naked elves from fantasy online games unknown to her. An old macbook with a connected mouse to destroy virtual enemies in the next round of CS:GO. Probably as many swear words as her younger brother said, no one said. So many wishes to various places and the facts of spending time with other people's mothers shocked me. Sometimes Hinata wondered how a little boy who used to be unable to say two words without embarrassment.
***
Elena Matteo looks into the mirror slowly brushing her chestnut curls. Her white tank top was so thin that it couldn't hide the protruding brown Spanish nipples that were hardening from the morning cold. For a year now, the woman has left her native Granada and moved to Japan for a better job as a Spanish teacher. The woman looked into the mirror again. Black eyes, brown hair, tanned skin and just the right roundness in female areas. However, at times, appearance was her curse. She remembered how one of the students made his way to her apartment in order to watch her as she changed clothes, how frightened she was when she found him, how she cried and begged not to tell anyone that he even peed in his pants...Hell, the guy really made a mess in her apartment that she had to clean...
"Damn, if he kept that in his pants, it wouldn't leak liquid down his pants!"
Elena thought as she passed exactly near the very place at the door of the room where the student tried to see everything he needed. The Spaniard left the apartment heading towards the subway. The city was like an alternate world. Tokyo as a mixture of tradition and pronounced progressivism. The woman smiled bitterly, realizing that today she would again have to feel predatory looks on her breasts and ass from puberty students.
"Breaking news. Today at 1 am, the body of the recently missing Ishida Kotonushi was found in the city center, according to experts, an elderly man was found with his stomach open"
But Hinata did not even listen to the next atrocities of the maniac unknown to her, but only watched the younger one absorb the cereal. The long gray bangs covered the red eyes of the boys who had seen enough of the running characters of online shooters which once again replaced his precious 8 hours of sleep...
- Didn't sleep all night again? -
Sleepily selected young woman sipping her morning coffee.
- I slept ... -
Her brother growled in response, trying to keep his voice clear. Slowly, there were fewer and fewer corn flakes, which meant an imminent exit to the educational colony ... Like every teenager, Yosuke only dreamed of computer games, anime, manga and a glass of chips with a bottle of cola, but not information about a certain slope of some mathematical angle or a literary work of long-forgotten authors.
- Yeah, of course, I look like a fool? -
Hinata made her voice stricter while looking at the screen with the news in parallel. The young brunette perfectly understood the level of today's work. Another victim in a month was alarming and alarming ... Of course, her strict tone with her brother was part of the upbringing that their "beloved mother" decided not to give, replacing him with the money of a rich stepfather, who did not even take care of his son ... her younger brother. And now her beloved brother will walk the streets where an unknown psychopath maniac is operating ... yes, Hinata herself did not notice how she took care of the younger, which caused Yosuke himself to become irritated ...
- Onee-chan? -
Her brother's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting her from watching yet another piece of news about the murder. Awakening from her own thoughts, Hinata discovered that the earlier news feed about the murder turned into a retelling of the result of a national league football game. - Onee-chan, your coffee is cold - The woman realized that the mug in her hands was no longer warm... "Decided to drink a fucking mug," Hinata cursed in her mind.
- Okay onee-chan... I... I'll probably go -
- Yosuke! -
Suddenly his sister called out to him, waiting for the younger to turn to her.
- After school, no walks with friends! Home right away! -
Yosuke felt like he was kicked between the legs...the boy felt something on fire inside him...due to some nonsense on TV, he can't take a normal walk after school with his friends now?
- What!? -
The grey-haired boy was indignant, piercing his unperturbed sister with his eyes.
- I said no. That's mean no -
Briefly cut off all opposition attempts Hinata. Yosuke angrily clenched his fists, ready to defend his rights.
- Hi...yes you...you don't have the right I... -
Suddenly, Hinata smiled maliciously, looking at her brother's blushing face.
- Let one second... -
The older sister giggles at her brother's reaction.
- Will you go out with Hinami? -
Now his brother blushed with embarrassment, not malice.
- What? Not! I... that is, yes, but... -
- Come on, okay, I'm your age... -
Hinata was daydreaming as she heard footsteps towards the front door and in a moment it opened and closed.
- God ... teenagers ... who will understand you - Hinata drank the rest of her coffee as she headed towards the room to get ready for work.
An hour later, Hinata watched the sun rise over the Tokyo City Detective Agency. - Sorry ma'am - A young man's voice came from behind...
P.1 end.
About whom to continue the story in the second chapter?
Elena or Hinata? |
This story was almost completely made by an ai, I just put in the prompt, and it the ai did the rest!
Demaris is at a party. He doesn't know the host personally, but he still came to the party because his crush, Ilian, is coming. He's wearing a new shirt and jeans that he found in a thrift shop near school. The shirt isn't very fancy or anything, just a plain white V-neck with a collar. It's not too tight on him either, so it should be okay for dancing. He is dancing when he realizes he needs to pee. He decides to go outside, since he doesn't know where the bathroom is. When he gets out there, he has no idea where to go! There are bushes and trees all around. But then he sees a group of people standing behind a tree. They have their back to him, as though they're talking about something. Demaris figures if he can get close enough without them noticing him, he might be able to find a bush or something to hide behind while he pees. So he slowly creeps closer to the group of people, trying to make sure nobody notices him. Finally, he's right beside one of them--it's Ilian. She turns towards him and looks up at him. Her eyes widen with surprise. "Who are you?!" she asks quickly. "Um..." says Demaris nervously. "I was looking for... uh... do you think there's a bathroom out here?" Ilian frowns. "There's a bathroom inside." "Oh yeah!" says Demaris. "That's what I thought. Sorry to bother you guys." Demaris knows that he can't pee out here, now that she's spotted him. He now really needs to go, and he definitely can't tell her that, so he'll have to wait until they move away from this spot or go inside to find a bathroom. Demaris blushes, embarrassed. He feels like such an idiot, standing here in front of her, asking for the toilet. Demaris walks back towards the house and enters through the back door. As he goes down the hall, he hears someone say, "Wasn't he cute?"It's Ilian, but he is too focused on his bladder to think much of it. He finds himself heading into a room with a bunch of other kids. A girl who looks vaguely familiar comes over to him. "Are you here for the party?" she asks. Demaris nods, trying to look friendly. "You must be Demaris," she says. "I'm Kaitlyn." Kaitlyn is pretty, with long black hair and dark brown eyes. She's wearing a pink dress and a big smile. "Umm.. hi, do you know where the bathroom is?'' he asks her. She gives him directions to the bathroom. "It's upstairs, next to the kitchen. Just follow the hallway past the stairs." "Thanks!" says Demaris. As he heads up the stairs, he leaks a little bit into his underwear and has to hold himself with one hand. He tries to hurry through the house, hoping that nobody will notice. He reaches the top of the stairs and enters the hallway. Suddenly, he stops. He can hear a noise coming from the bathroom, it's the sound of water flowing as someone takes a shower. Demaris blushes. He can feel his face getting hot. He's never had to take a piss so badly before, he knocks on the door, but there's no reply. He wonders if maybe he should try and find another bathroom. He's already gone outside once, he doesn't want to do that again. But suddenly, he thinks better of it. If he waits around in the hallway, the person in the shower might not come out on time. He looks around. There is a bedroom further down the hall, with its door slightly open. Maybe he could use that room? He slowly moves towards the door. He enters the room and begins to look around, but then, he hears footsteps approaching. He doesn't want anyone to see him in the state that he is in, bending over and holding his crotch, so he dashes for the bed and hides under it. He's breathing heavily, his heart beating fast. He's desperate not to wet himself, but he also wants to avoid being seen by whoever's coming. The steps get closer and closer. Demaris is terrified, wondering who it is, and whether or not they'll find him. Then, the person enters the bedroom. It's Kaitlyn, with her back turned to him. After her, Ilian follows her in. The two girls shut the door and begin talking about the party. Demaris listens from under the bed, trying not to make a sound while still keeping himself from wetting himself. "So what did you think of your first dance?" asks Ilian. "Yeah, it was fun!" replies Kaitlyn. "I felt kind of awkward at first, but then I got used to it." "Do you dance much?" asks Ilian. "No, not really," says Kaitlyn. "I mean, I've only been to a couple of dances, and I don't really dance at those." "Me neither," says Ilian. They talk some more about how they didn't know anybody else at the party. Demaris feels another small stream of warm liquide sneak out and squeezes himself even more tightly to stop it. His bladder hurts like hell and he lets out a small groan. Suddenly, the conversation pauses. Both girls stop talking and turn their heads towards the bed. They look at each other. Then Kaitlyn steps closer to peer underneath the bed. Demaris can't believe it. He feels like dying. What if they see him?! But he can't help himself, he can't keep himself from peeing any longer. He has to go, and there's no way for him to hold it anymore! "Hey!" whispers Kaitlyn. "What is it?" asks Ilian. "Someone's under the bed," says Kaitlyn quietly. Ilian steps closer to look. "Who is that?" she asks. Demaris's heart is pounding. He blushes furiously. He can feel his face burning. He holds his breath and curls up on the floor, hoping that they'll just walk away and pretend that they didn't see him. But then Ilian speaks. "It's... Demaris." Kaitlyn's expression changes. She looks surprised. "Demaris? Why would he be hiding under the bed?" "I think he's going to pee his pants," says Ilian. Demaris can hardly believe what she just said. He moves his head to look up at them. The two girls see him, lying on the floor, clutching himself with both hands and staring at them with wide eyes. "Oh my god!" cries Kaitlyn. "Is he going to pee right here?" Demaris blinks. It's true, he is, he has to go so badly. "Demaris, come on out, the bathroom is right across the hall." says Ilian. "I... I can't..." he says, once again lowering his head. He cannot move an inch, if he does, its will all come out. "Come on, we won't tell anyone," says Ilian. Demaris hesitates. He can feel his urine starting to leak into his pants. He has to go so badly, he can barely breathe. "Come on, let's go," says Ilian. "I can't..." says Demaris, his voice dropping to a whisper. "What? Why not?" asks Kaitlyn. "If I... I'll.." "If you what?" "I'll wet my pants," he says softly. Kaitlyn and Ilian look at each other. Kaitlyn suddenly gets up. She walks across the room and comes back with an empty watering can. "Here." she says, pushing the watering can towards Demaris.Demaris knows what he needs to do. Peeing in the watering can while laying down will be no easy task. But he's desperate, and he has no other choice. He lifts his hands up to the button on his jeans. Doing this, he releases the pressure keeping it all it and it starts flowing out. His hands shoot back to where he'd held them before, but all he can do is feel the warm liquid flow through his fingers as it gushes out of him. He can't believe he is wetting himself under his crush's best-friend's bed, while his crush is watching! He lets out a small groan as the flow of urine keeps going. It streames out of the soaked denim, soaking his shirt too as he lays in the growing puddle of his own pee. It's all over his hands, his legs, his feet, his hair, his shirt, his ears, everything! "Are you done yet?" Kaitlyn asks. Demaris realizes that they had gone on top of the bed, and didn't see him pee everywhere, they had mistaken the faint hissing noise that he had made as the noise of him peeing in the watering can. He doesn't answer Kaitlyn's question. "Demaris?" she says as they slide off the bed and behold the mess he had made. "I'm sorry," mutters Demaris. He is blushing furiously, his face feels like its on fire. Kaitlyn looks at him, eyes wide in shock. "What the hell, Demaris?" she asks. "I... I..." "You what? You what?" "I wet my pants," he mumbles, ashamed. "Oh for god's sake," says Kaitlyn. She turns to leave the room. "Kaitlyn! We need to help him." Ilian calls out, stopping her in her tracks. She turns to Demaris and looks down at the puddle and the wet denim clinging to his legs. He has turned so that they can only see the back of his head as he shakes with silent sobs. "He can take care of it himself." Kaitlyn says, and they both walk out.
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Here’s another story. All characters are adults in college, though I don’t mention their ages. I just want to make that clear, since some of the behaviors of characters are immature.
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Hiking with My Crush
Gosh, Casey is so.. pretty..
Her small, cute olive nose and cheek bones lightly scattered with faint-brown freckles. My hearts beckons out of my chest just thinking about giving it a peck.
And her hair: gosh, when her white smile stretches from ear to ear during her easily-induced chuckles, her light-brown tendrils unlatching from behind her ears to the front of her face, framing it as her hair falls to her jaws.
Oooo, I don’t even know which part of her is better?! How cou—
“Tony?! Tony?!”
“H-huh, w-w-whu—“
“I said: ‘Are you ready to go, Tony?—already lost, why am I not surprised..”
“Oh yeah, of course! I’m ready: ready Freddy, right Casey?”
“Gosh, you’re so lame..”
“Okay — here’s the thing — while we’re hiking, you stay all the way over there, yes, over there by Kenny, and I’ll be over here, next to Roger; capeesh?”
“Wel—I.. I was thin—“
“Alright guys! Everything’s packed—Elliot don’t forget the map like last time, got freakin’ damn-near lost because of you—“
“Right, says the man who said he knew the trail by heart; don’t worry, Roger, I’ll make sure to totally forget the map just to rub it in your face.”
“—the only thing that’s going to be rubbed is your face in the dirt when I shove it into the ground like last time; just get the damn map!”
Gosh those two never let up, always bantering and butting their egos together. That shit gets so annoying at times — like when Elliot forgot the map: they kept going back and forth the whole hike, trying to get in the last clever diss; until when we reached the pond and Roger impatiently shoved Elliot into it.. totally wasted the time needed to cover the entire trail and had to go back to the start before it got extremely dark.
At least I got to stand next to Casey whilst we watched them wrestle in the pond.
Man, she was wearing these light-grey girdle leggings, which made it almost impossible not to look at her perfectly slim thighs: tanned-olive and slim, and her upper inseams almost touching; I tell myself constantly not to stare, but sometimes the trail inclines and I’m right behind her, so my eyes have hardly anywhere else to look upon.
Just being next to her—
“TONY?! Come on, what is wrong with you!?”
“Ahh!—SSSS—why the hell are you punching me for?!
“I keep calling and calling, and you just stand there.. lost.. What are ya, deaf?!”
Ugh, as pretty as she is, she gets real harsh real quick at times..
“Hey, Kenny, what’s going on?”
Yep, the same raised eyebrows as a response. Frankly, I don’t get why Kenny even comes along if he’s gonna act like a wallflower. Gosh, is that why Casey keeps me next to him. No.. I’m no wallflower!
We’re thirty minutes into the trail, having cut through forest with relatively little slopes, but after a narrow right turn, we arrived at a steep forty-five-degree incline. The sign nearby says to use the handrails and not the trees roots that branch into the path floor as leverage, but since we ignored that last time, we’ll ignored it this time.
The path substantially narrows here, so we have to go up in a single file: first Roger, then Elliot, Casey, I, and Kenny. Forget going one at a time, we just go up slowly together; and once again my eyes have nowhere to go except lay onto Casey’s bare back thighs. I mean, I have to be looking down to watch where I step, but her butt is like right in my face.
As much as my brain tells me to stop looking, my heart reassures a short glance should be alright. She decided on dark-blue jean short-shorts this time, hemmed just slightly below the extent of her butt and showing more tanned-olive skin than when she was wearing those leggings.
Gosh, her legs are just so.. mm, her thighs as wide as the width of a kickball, without a blemish — apart from a bruise just above her back right knee — her upper thighs slim down to her knees, leaving a gap between them and the upper part, and her calves as mini-footballs and shins slimming down as the thickest end of a baseball bat. Even her feet are cute, though hidden under her short white ankle socks and black athletic shoes: her shoe size is small, probably a five.
As she climbs up, it’s impossible not to appreciate her jiggling thighs.
Finally we climb to the top, as Casey steps off, her foot catches a branch—
“Hey Case—watch out, the branch!!”
But I’m too late.
Her right foot slides underneath it and she trips forward falling on both of her knees. Her thighs jiggle when they slap shut as she throws her knees together, crashing down on them like so.
“Ahh! O-ow!”
“He—hey! Are you okay?! Come on, let me help you.”
“Thanks Elliot.. damn, that totally caught me off..”
..I froze in my trek, my eyes starring up at her as she had fallen, then helped up and brushed the brown dust off her scrapped knees. She turns around mid-speech to catch me starting at her, and our eyes meet cutting her off..
“..guard..”
Since I was at an incline, my head was below her butt. When she fell, my eyes caught something twinkle from between her upper thighs and cascade a few drops down her upper right inseam, glide down out from within and across her lower back thigh, and suspend just at the bruise above her back knee.
We stare at each other for five seconds, my mouth opens slightly, which makes her eyes widen, signaling to her that I witnessed what she thought was unseen knowledge that only she possessed: she tinkled into her shorts as she fell. Luckily for her, no drops fell onto the brown dirt, merely remaining clinging to her olive skin.
She quickly breaks her stare, turning around and continues to walk, as if ignoring the fact that I just saw her do what she did.
“Uhh, Tony..?”
Wow, she just peed herself.. that’s hilar—
“..Tony..?”
“Hu—oh, sorry Kenny: forgot you were behind me..”
I climb up the final rest of the incline, my eyes fixed on her backside.
‘You know, she’s given you such a hard time, why don’t you return the favor.’
I shake my head, my revengeful mind yearning to get her back, but my heart has her in a soft spot, overruling my brain.
She doesn’t even bother wiping the drops off the back of her right thigh. Make sense as I’m right behind her: she doesn’t want to confirm what I know I saw.
After covering much ground, we finally arrive at our pit-stop of the day. There’s an amazing flat area of ground beside a beautiful pond, surrounded by trees, bushes of colorful flowers, and tall grasses. We set up our tents, only for Roger and Elliot to began bickering once again..
“What the hell do ya mean you only brought two?”
“What do ya mean ‘what do ya mean’, ya dumbass: two means two tents; you know what two means don’tchya?”
“My God, Elliot, I swear you’ve got some kind of brain problems: there’s five of us and two tents. We need three: two for two guys each and one for Casey!”
“I swear, Elliot, you ain’t comin’ with us next time..”
“Well, I wouldn’t have forgotten if you’d keep pesterin’ me about the map..
“HO— y-you’re blaming me now, aren’t ya..?”
Oh God, here we go again.
“Hey!”
“Hey!”
“Roger!— HE—woah, woah, woah, come on! Will. You. Both. Just—Hey, get off of him—STOP!”
“Look, I get it, Elliot’s an idiot—“
“—Hey! I’m no—“
“—Let’s just figure out a solution, and it’ll all be fine. Getting on top of Elliot isn’t going magically give us a third tent, Roger!”
“So, then, what’re we gonna do then, Tony.. I ain’t sleepin’ outside!”
“Ugh, no.. how ‘bout three in one tent, two in the other?”
“Hm.. okay. Me, you, and Elliot; Casey and K—“
“No, no! Not with Kenny, give me Roger; so Elliot, Kenny, and Tony.”
“No, I ain’t goin’ with you, I need Elliot in my tent.. I need to pummel into that brain of yours—“
“—right, Roger needs some cuddle time with Elliot—“
“—why you.. Tony, come’er—“
“Haha, get away from me, save it for Elliot.. haha..”
“Gosh, you guys are so lame..”
“Okay, Roger, Kenny, and I—you ain’t got shit on me, Roger, I’d like to see you try..”
“So me.. and Casey?”
I look at her and a grin ever so slightly creeps out the corner of my mouth, signaling to her a reminder of what I saw earlier.
Her eyes beckon back at me with worry.
“Guys, come on, you really can’t stick me with Tony—“
I open my mouth just about to retort—
“Okay, then take Kenny—“
“No, Elliot, we’ve been there before..”
“Then take Tony, what else is there..?”
“Roger!?”
“Nah.. I ain’t goin’ with Casey. I have a NEED to be with Elliot—Oh, hoo, hoo, can’t wait to pummel the shi—
“—Argh, Gosh, these freakin’!..”
“Hey, what’s with the mumble and grumble, at least I ain’t Kenny..?”
She glares at me and continues mumbling under her breath as the tents get set up.
After the tents had been set up, Roger and Elliot take off nearby into the woods for some firewood and logs to sit on. Roger figured he could knock some sense into Elliot while they gather supplies for a campfire. I refused to go with, not wanting to rip my ears off listening to their bickering.
Wallflower Kenny was quiet the whole time, remained in the tent he’s sharing with Roger and Kenny. I, on the other hand, went to take a leak in some bushes nearby next to the pond. When I returned to my tent, Casey was already under the covers.
“Ugh..”
“Nice, so the blanket is only for you, I guess..”
“Ugh, why do I have to be stuck here with you..?”
Gosh, as pretty as she is, tonight is going to be more of a nuisance than anything else.
“Wha—no, lay over there—“
“What? All the way at the fuckin’ edge of the tent, smushed against its wall..?”
Gosh, I never curse, but damn she’s really gotten on my nerves.
“Come on, Casey, give it a rest. I get it, you don’t like me, but at least let me get a proper night’s rest.”
“Ugh.. whatever..”
“And give me some of the blanket, it’s freakin’ cold..”
I try to tug the blanket but she only tugs harder back to her side.
“Ha. How ‘bout no. You’re a guy, you can stand the cold.”
“Are you serious?”
“Did I stutter?”
“Ugh.. whatever..”
I slowly start to drift off to sleep as I hear Roger’s voice approach in the distance. It sounds like they didn’t any firewood; it sounds like they did nothing but argue. They both entered their tents arguing. Gosh, I kind of feel bad for Kenny..
I slowly begin drifting back to sleep, but am awaken by Casey’s constant shifting beside me. Whenever she shifts, the tent crinkles and the floor moves, keeping me awake.
“Excuse me, are you going to sleep or is this another form of torture?”
“Shut up, Tony..”
“Right, says the girl making noise..”
She keeps shifting every two minutes or so. And I could have sworn I could hear whimpering. I get up and turn to her and freeze, staring at her back silently, when she whimpers again:
“Hey, are you okay?”
No response.
“Casey..?”
I hear another soft whimper.
“Hey.. hey.. what’s going on..?”
“P-please leave me alone..”
“Hey, look, I would.. but it sounds like you’re crying..?”
“No.. I’m not.. leave me alone.. go back to sleep..”
“Are you sure..?”
“Ugh, Tony..?”
“Wow.. okay.. whatever floats your boat, then..”
As I try going back to sleep, she continues to shift, only less frequently; but every time she does, I can hear her whimper. What the hell is going on? How can I even sleep like this?
While lying on my back, she turns her face to me. I don’t notice at first — trying to sleep and all — but I open my eyes when I hear another whimper enter my right ear. I turn my face to her face and our eyes meet. Her eyebrows are wrinkled and face wincing as if worried whilst biting down on her bottom lips.
I mouth to her: “Are you okay?”
And she gently shakes her head. I look at how she’s laying: on her left side and in a fetal position. Her arms thrusting the blanket between her thighs, and her eyes squeezing shut as she ever so subtly shivers beneath. It all clicked in my brain.
I look back at her worried eyes and mouth to her:
“Do you have to use the bathroom?”
She gently shakes her head. But I can tell she’s lying.
“You don’t have to use the bathroom?”
She, once again, shakes no.
I raise my eyebrows and mouth: “Okay then..”, then turn my head and stare at the tent ceiling.
Her blanket noisily shifts again, so does the tent floor beneath her as her thighs glide against her sleep bag.
I turn my head again towards her to find her wincing face and squinting eyes, her arms thrusted almost all the way, just passed her elbows, shoving the blanket in her hands between her blanket-covered thighs.
I whisper: “Oh, come on, you have to pee.. don’t you?”
She shakes her head again.
“Stop lying, I can see your arms pressing the blanket in between..”
“Ugh..”, she lets out and whimpers again, this time right in my face, not trying to hide it.
“So why don’t you go?”
Her stifled breathe whispers back whilst shaking her head:
“I don’t want to go alone.”
“I’ll go with you.”
She briefly closes her eyes and shakes her head:
“No.”
“Why?”
“No. I don’t want to go with you.”
“Heh.. so.. you’re just going to shift in bed, and then what, wait it out..?”
She squeezes her eyes hard and lets go of her bottom lips, instead clenching her teeth together and whimpers a little louder through them.
“Gosh, Casey, you’re going to torture me with your desperation.. get up.. I’ll go with you..”
“I said no, Tony!”, she loudly says, almost breaking her whisper.
“Fine. But you better not wet yourself.. like you did so before..”
Her eyes widen, teeth unclench and lips part, glaring at me silently.
“Wha-hh.. I so did not—“
“Yes, you so did, I saw the drops tinkle twinkle right out of you!..”
She purses her lips inwards and glances her eyes away towards the ceiling of the tent.
“You peed yourself in front of me, I saw it. And I could’ve said something, considering how nasty you are to me..”
Her eyes swiftly lock back onto mine, wide-eyed.
“I so do not—“
“—Really, you’re going to question me on that—Hah—I mean, every time: ‘Tony you dumbass’ here and ‘Tony you deaf’ there, and the unwarranted punching. You won’t even give me a break, now, and I just want to sleep.”
“Are you finished..?”
“A-Ahhhh.. right.. whatever.. forget it.. pee yourself then, good night.”
I turn my back to her and shut my eyes.
She continues shifting, whimpering, while I tried my best to ignore her. But her whimpering only began to get louder and more drawn out. Her shifting would sound in intervals as her thighs glide against the sleeping bag material below her, then go still, and then a whimper would escape her mouth. And soon the pity started to overwhelm me.
Finally, I had the last straw, after she let out a loud whimper, and got up going for the zippered-shut tent door—
“What are you doing—where are you going..?”
“I’m going to pee — you’re wanting to pee makes me want to pee — come..”, I extend my left arm towards her whilst my body is halfway through the tent.
Her eyes beckon her yearning to tag along but she responds resoundingly:
“No, Tony.”
“No..? Okay, no it is; I, on the other hand, am going for a leak. See ya, and good luck; just don’t pee the sheets when I get back. Bye..”
I step out of the tent and make my way to where I last relieved myself. As I make twenty or so paces to my destination, I hear a soft voice cry in the distance:
“Wait!..”
Alas, my plan has worked: I’ve dragged her out of the tent.
“Change of heart?”
“Shut up and keep wal—..”
“Did you say.. ‘shut up’..?”
She cuts herself off, realizing she’s doing it again.
We walk another thirty paces until we arrive at the bush.
“There.. that’s where I went before; so go, I’ll be waiting, laying here by the pond shore.”
She looks at me, hesitant.
“Oh, come on, I’m not that far away — literally a few feet away. Unless you want me to watch you..?”
“Ugh, ew wha—what..? You creep!”
“Hahahahehehe, that’s what I thought. Go, so then I could go after.”
She goes off to the bush, partially disappearing behind it whilst I lay by the shore.
Woohhhh, the moon’s glare rippling off the soft tide of the pond’s waters is so mesmerizing. Surrounded by trees and greenery: it’s like a hidden garden of paradise.
She comes back out of the bush, standing over me as I sit watching the water of the pond soothingly ripple, appreciating its soft burbling sounds.
“What? Why are you standing next to me like that? I just want to watch the water.”
She looks at the water and shivers a little, then decides to sit next to my right and watch, too.
We sit there silently for a moment and she shivers again.
“Hey.. I-I’m sorry.. about before..”
“Hmm..?”
“Sometimes.. I just.. don’t know how to act in front of people..”
“What do you mean, we all know each other — well.. except for Kenny, but even Kenny, he’s just so quiet, ya know — anyways, there’s no use in acting unlike yourself.”
“No, I-I mean—“
“—you mean in front of Roger, right? Come on, I clearly see that. You even wanted him in your tent, haha!”
“No, I—“
“Come on, it’s alright. It’s alright to crush on people. But, sheesh, if you’re gonna get his attention, can you punch me less?”
“Wow.. you really are clueless, aren’t you..?”
“Huh..?”
“I don’t have a crush on Roger!”
“Oh, then Elliot?”
“Ugh.. no—Elliot, really.. what would even make ya thin—?”
“—Okay. Not Elliot, not Roger — it’s definitely not me — ... HHHO! Eewww.. Kenny..? No wonder you were so adamant about not having him in your tent!..”
“Ugh, whatever.. forget it..”
“Too shy to have him around, I see.. hahaha!”
“Hahaha, you like Kenny, that wallflower!”
“That’s hilarious!”
As I continue laughing, thinking about Kenny being with Casey and shaking my head in disbelief, she nudges herself closer until she lays her left hand over my right, which immediately thrusts me out of my drunken stupor. Upon feeling her hand over mine, I turn my face to her, and am met with hazel eyes staring deeply into mine.
In that moment, the contents of my brain are thrown into a jumbled mess, frantically attempting to recuperate after a laughing episode:
‘Why is she leaning so close into—?’
‘—Why is she staring at me so—?’
‘—Is there something behind—?’
‘Hey..? Why is her hand on me..?’
She gets closer and closer whilst I remain frozen in place and resting backwards against my arms until her eyes are inches from my own.
And it was in that tense moment when my brain pieces together what she was doing, forcibly shutting my eyes and leaning my head forwards. My lips receive a soothing warmth of pressure, which make my own take a mind of its own and begin to move to the rhythm of her lips on my face.
My brain beckons internally: “she wants you, ya dimwit..”
She releases me and whimpers, my eyes immediately fling open at the sound, falling upon her hands smushed in between her upper thighs.
“Wha—.. he— ww-wha—“
My mind a jumbled mess of words and emotions.
She squints her eyes and bites her bottom lips, whimpering again whilst her hands clench herself between her thighs.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh.. nothing, nothing.. it’s just.. kissing you.. has..”
“Hm..? Oh, oh, I see.. that’sss.. okay, right..?”
“Hehe, yes.. I want to keep—“
Cutting her speech off into my lips as she leans into me once more, swiftly mounting herself onto to me thereafter.
She does as she pleases with me, debilitated by a swirl of emotions riding against my mind, as a tingling warmth explodes in my chest and tantalizingly grows slowly beneath me; it grows beneath her clothed pelvis, which she’s compressed against me. My chest bursts with flames within and only flares as I press my growing self into her pelvis, my heart gradually racing with excitement. Her lips suck the excitement out my very lips and then moans it back into mine, pressing her pelvis harder into me in response to the building pressure she feels pressing into her.l
Her lips release, her voice beckoning an amalgamation of moans and whimpering and simultaneously thrusts her hands between our pelvises, taking hold of herself whilst her hands brush against the bulge beneath her. She grooves her supple waist into me, whilst her hands are smothered between both our pelvises, continuing to whimper and moan.
She lets go of herself, grabs my right hand and guides its palm across the damp front of her jeans shorts: I feel a wetness across my palm and fingers.
“Press-ss-ss..”, her S’s linger every time she strokes her pelvis into mine.
I grab that wet part of her shorts and press my hand forwards into her, which she positively responds with a groan, her breathe quickly picking up, suddenly.
She bites harder down onto her lips, whimpering beneath them, her eyebrows wrinkled and eyes squinting, until her whimpers become outright moans which breach her bitten lips; she hunches forwards, resting against her right hand beside my left underarm, our torsos hovering a few inches apart. As the pressure in her pelvis ramps up, her jaw flings wide open and her throat ready to let loose, she thrusts her face into my chest and moans into it whilst tightly grasping my shirt with her left hand.
As the vibrations of her moans permeate into my ribs, and her torso pressed into mine violently shivers, I feel a sudden explosion of warmth erupt into the palm of my right hand cupped tightly against her. Another hot warmth erupts again whilst her moan reignites harder into my chest, her body shivering again into mine as I feel some kind of hot stream trickling out from between my fingers and down my wrist..
‘..Did she.. no..?’, my mind for a second reflects before denying and thinking of what I hoped she released into my hand.
My chest excited that I’m making her response like so, I press harder into her pelvis and move my hand up and down, to which she affirmatively beckons from her throat into my shirt, and shivers violently into me, another hot explosive liquid erupting out from her jean-shorts and into my hand, vibrating strongly beneath the fabric. I keep rubbing and she only continues releasing her warmth into me..
However, I quickly begin questioning why there’s so much.. I figured maybe I just made her.. her.. finish.. but there so much.. finishing..?
She keeps going, yet I stop moving my hand; she still continues, moaning and whimpering into my chest whilst my still hand is fully enveloped with surrounding hotness. It seeps into my khaki shorts below her, wetting my hard self with intense trickling warmth. I move the back of my hand against her trickling left inner thigh and slide my soaked fingertips up the hem of her shorts, which are met with a constant stream of hotness flowing through her panties—
Oh my.. is she freakin’ peeing on me—?
“Hey, what’r-yy—are you peeing on me??”
I try separating myself from her with my left hand, pushing it into her waist, whilst she cuts her streaming onto my right, but continues clinging herself to my chest, her arms tied around my lower waist..
She whimpers into my chest, sobbing, and refusing to remove her face digging into me:
“I-I.. I’m s-sorry-y-y..”
“You t-turned me on-n, b-but I couldn’t.. couldn’t hol—ld back-k-k..”
“D-Didn’t you go behind the bush..?”
“I c-couldn’t go.. I-I.. I was-s-s too n-nervous—p-please don’t tell.. any-anybody..”
Although I was annoyed that she literally went on my hand and shorts — I was ready to throw her off me — another thought lingered in my mind, a dirty thought: ‘wasn’t that kind of hot?’
‘I mean, she peed on you, which is gross, but something about having your hand against her when she was cool just suddenly erupt with intense heat was.. I don’t know.. and though she peed on you and you’re grossed out, your lower self refuses to retreat.. in fact, just replaying it in your mind is re-igniting..’
“Hey, hey.. it’s okay..”, sliding my left hand from her right lower waist and against her lower back, caressing it.
She unhooks her sobbing face out from my chest:
“W-what..?”
“It’s totally fine, it was an accident—actually it’s kind of my fault: I made you do this.”
“Huh..?”, her incredibly wrinkled eyebrows beckon.
I move the fingers still lodged in her shorts, pressing them into her panties, causing her body to jerk, unexpectedly.
“W-wha— you—“
“It’s okay, let’s just keep going..”
“Y-you want to keep g-going.. but I-I.. I still have to pee..?”
“Then pee, you’ve already started..?”
Her red, teary hazel eyes freeze their stare into mine, and lips part in shock..
“Keep.. going..?”
“Ho—how c-can I keep going now.. with you.. staring at me like that..?”
I smile, nodding my head. I wrap my left arm around her waist and squeeze her lower abdomen tightly into mine:
“Like this..”, placing pressure on her belly whilst my right-hand fingers resume on her surface over her freshly warm-soaked panties.
Her eyes water from tingling pressure and moans her voice into my face. She rests her right ear against my palpable chest, listening to the state of my heart as the hotness in her lower abdomen imminently resumes its exit. She violently shivers into my torso as my fingers are reintroduced to her hot flow, urinating out from beneath her panties as my fingers caress her pulsating self.
I remove my fingers out from the hem and reacquaint with her leaking panties as my slippery hand slips underneath the front of her shorts and glide over the utterly soaked and hot front of her panties beneath. Her throbbing self kisses the palm of my right hand as she sloshes in the pool of her hot pee beneath her shorts. The working hand wringing her pelvis with a plethora of sensations reflected onto her face, those throat’s moans soothe any ear. Consequently, my shorts explode with her warmth and engulf its throbbing guest, who couldn’t get any more harder though it yearns.
I remove my hand and quickly motion to stand. I continue to do as I please with her — the embarrassment of her releasing onto to me removing any opposition to my demands — fondling her beneath her soaked-dark shorts, glistening in the moonlight and audibly squelching as my hand displaces the flow of her hot liquid against the skin of her pelvis. Her inseams gleam as her yellow trickles gracefully out from between her upper thighs.
My left hand grabbing the back of her shorts, feeling her flow having travelled up the back of them, finally resting it in her left back pocket.
She continues into her shorts whilst my hand toys with her, still squelching as I play with her panties. The back of her thigh shine and glow as the moonlight reflects the spiraling and wavy trickling narrowly flowing down her legs, splattering on the mud below her feet.
As my lips mingle with hers, the hand kissing the second pair in her shorts, causing her knees to betray her, she giggling into my face at her silliness. She continues moaning until she unloads that last few drops out from between her thighs. Keeping her face attached to mine, she relinquishes her lips and whispers:
“You can’t.. hhmmm—“
“—I know, I know: I can’t tell anyone..”
“..yeah..”
“..who would there be to tell..?”
“We can’t go back like this.. jump.”
“Hhmmm.. W-what?”
“Jump into the pond, I’ll follow you.”l
We both jumped into the pond, washing ourselves though it being quite cold.
We didn’t have any towels, so we quickly snuck back to our tent and dried ourselves with one of each of our dried shirts that we had packed, yet it was not enough to fully do the job. So we snuggled together beneath that one blanket, drying off whatever was left of wetness, and continuing what we left unfinished by the pond.
And the rest was history..
Edited July 16, 2022 by HissGenerator
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Disclaimer - everyone in the story is over 18.
Writers comments - I’ve bee. Having this fantasy for a while and never had the time to share it. Hope everyone likes it. If this gets a good response I might try to make it a series. I am also a Bi female so writing from the male POV is slightly challenging
James was sat at home looking over the job boards desperate to get into teaching, he had done a few placements in the past but nothing ever turned into an actual job. He had just about given up hope when he get t a text.
“hey J, a friend of mine is a teacher looking for a male subject with some teaching experience. Want me to pass on your details?”
hmm male subject? Strange way to work things he thought but hell if it leads to a job it’s worth taking.
”yes please pass than on, thanks man”
half an hour later James gets the following email.
Dear James,
I got your email from Steve, he said you are trying to get into the teaching business. We currently have a vacancy, it is within a special department at our all girls school (18-21 yrs old)there are some slightly “different” requirements for this role than a standard role within our school, also it is sadly only part time but offers great wages. If you are interested please send us over an up to date CV.
Best wishes
Amy.
James read over the email a couple of times, he was sad it was only part time but if it meant he would get into an industry he loved he was willing to take the job. He was interested by the “different requirements” bit but it being a private all girls school it probably means enhanced back ground checks or something like that.
Over the next 2 weeks James interviewed with Amy, did some research on the school and kept checking his phone every 5mins to see if he was offered the Job.
Wednesday morning he was woken by a phone call, it was Amy. She was offering him the chance of a paid trial. Friday afternoon. 12.30 to 15.30 in a science class with her and 15 pupils. He was so excited he accepted straight away but Amy said to hold on a second.
Amy: Now James I know this is exciting, finally breaking the dam into your desired industry and getting to burst into education…
James felt a small twinge in his bladder when he heard the word burst and had to cross his legs.
but this class you will be attending with us… as you know from the interview… we wanted a male who we could use as sort of a subject for these girls… a good example is for Art class you would be the life model and the girls would paint / draw you… maybe with a waterfall behind you, or a stream…
the mention of water again cause a more powerful spasm in his bladder causing him to groan slightly, his last pee was at 21.00 the night before and now it was 09.00.
erm are you ok James?
James: yea fine, sorry leg cramp…
Amy: oh right anyway tomorrows class will be science where we study the male body and urinary system.
they finalised some details and agreed James would meet Amy in reception at 12.00 to go over some details before class started at 12.30.
When the conversation ended James was holding himself and squeezing his penis for dear life, he never had to go this bad but it would have been rude to ask for a break during the call… it’s now 10.15 and the call had ended. James speed walks to the bathroom and pees for a solid 30seconds.
Thursday went by in a flash and soon Friday arrived, he woke up early, had some coffee, and Orange Juice with his breakfast and kept clock watching. He wanted to be slightly early to make a good impression, he peed showered and got dressed by 09.30. Called his friend to thank him for the recommendation and left the house at 10.30 on the dot.
He arrived at the school at 11.30, reported to reception and was told to wait in reception as he was slightly early. He was offered tea or coffee and he accepted a coffee. While in the reception waiting area he noticed lots of amazing art by the students on the walls. One of a waterfall with beautiful flowers, the detail was incredible, another of the ocean, with some shells and crabs on the beach.
However seeing the water made James feel a small spasm in his bladder reminding him he should probably pee before Amy arrived. He looks round the reception waiting room but only sees a female bathroom. Oh well I’ll ask when my coffee arrives he thinks.
He sits down and 5mins later his coffee arrives.
James: umm quick question… is there a bathroom I could use please?
Receptionist: sorry we only have female bathrooms as we are an all girls school, your the first male we have had here. There is a supermarket 20mins down the road if you need to go.
As she walks off James decides to wait until Amy arrives as it would take about 40mins to get there and back.
20mins later Amy arrives
Amy: Hi, James is it?
James: Yes nice to meet you.
Amy: so we have some paper work you need to fill in and then sign this document before we can start the trial.
She hands him the paper work and he glances over it and signed without really reading it.
James: umm Amy, I was wondering if you would mind if I went to the supermarket down the road? The receptionist said you don’t have any male bathrooms here?
Amy: oh that is true, only problem is the class is about to start, the girls were so excited we pulled the lesson forward… do you think you could wait until it’s over?
James: Over? You mean 15.30? That’s a bit of a long time…
Amy: Don’t worry, if you need any… help I’m sure I can assist… also how about when class is over I’ll help you pee here at the school instead of going all the way to the supper market and those gross bathrooms?
James at this point needs to go roughly 5/10 he knows he can wait a bit but 3.45 hours is a long time. He doesnt want to blow this chance at the job so agrees to wait.
James: that’s a very kind offer Amy. I’ll accept, I’m sure I can wait till 15.30.
they head off down the hall way, Amy explains the schools history and how it offers special classes to girls wanting to know more about the male form etc etc.
They arrive at the classroom and James is introduced to the class. He is told the first hour he can just sit and observe the discussions. Any starts talking about male hormones, male mindset, the male body. By the end of the hour James bladder is around 6.5/10 and he is having to cross his legs and fidget slightly. Amy calls for a 15mins break and the girls leave the room.
Amy: hey umm slightly personal question… I saw your fidgeting… we are covering the male urinary system next… would it be ok to tell the girls you need to go and it’s part of the lesson? I mean it was in the contract that you might have to be desperate for some lessons… but if you want to walk away that’s fine to…
James slightly shocked by this…
James: desperate? In the contract? Where?
Amy pulls out her copy and points to clause 6B on page 5.
“holder of this post consents to any requirement the school has of them. Including but not limits to - covering classes, helping with after school sessions, helping within the special projects wing Inc. Pee holding and demonstrations.”
James: oh umm I didn’t read that but sure I guess it wouldn’t hurt plus this is an in for me to get into teaching right?
Amy: 100% I like you already and I’ll be sure to put in a good word… never know, might lead to a full time roll!
James could have sworn she was overly excited by his situation, she seems almost happy when he said he would wait till after class earlier and now she kept touching his arm while she spoke and kept glancing down at his legs every time he “adjusted” into a more comfortable position.
15mins later and the girls return.
Amy: now class, we move onto the male urinary system… but before we begin we will break this down into 2 parts. Theory and practical. As you know James is our newest recruit and will be our male subject. If you haven’t noticed he is slightly fidgety as he really needs to pee… but sadly as an all girls school he is unable to go and use our bathrooms so he is having to hold it. He has also agreed to use his… situation (Amy turns and smiles at James, he is sure she is enjoying this now) to help with our studies… so let’s begin with theory…
for the next 45mins (2 hours in, 1hour 45 remaining) Amy talks about kidneys processing urine, bladder sizes, different drinks having different effects on the bladder. At this point James is about 7.8/10 having to constantly fidget. James put in his view on everything Amy says when required and offers insight into how drinks affect him personally.
Amy: right girls. Last 15min break. Out you go.
All the girls leave and Amy comes over to James again.
Amy: hey thanks for all the input it’s really helpful. Umm how are you doing?
her eyes going down to James crossed legs
James: thanks happy to… h-help. Umm n-n-not so great, I really need to to… how much longer is left?
Amy: when they return in 15mins we hand 1hour 30 left… is that… ok?
she touches his arm and then sits down next to him and touches his knee…
James: umm yes sure I can wait…
Amy: Don’t worry..: the next part should help…
She proceed to wink at him and goes back to her desk. The girls return to class.
Amy: Right girls, now comes the practice part. So first we will talk about how men hold off peeing. She called James to the front to demonstrate holding methods and how effective they are, and asked if they were missing any? He completed the task but was getting more and more desperate…
Amy: now the final one is slightly tricky, if the male is aroused they find it hard to pee… James looks at Amy and she grins… so if I do this…
she processed to unbutton her shirt a little and shows off her neon pink Bra,
Amy: and this…
she undoes her trousers and pulls then down a little showing off a matching neon pink lace throng.
Amy: Dear James here should be getting slightly aroused and helping him hold back that tidal wave of pee.
James: umm yes that is correct being horny does help hold it.
Amy proceeds to pull her trousers back up and button up her shirt. Before telling James to sit down again.
Amy: now the male peeing stance
She then talks about how males pee, about urinals, toilets, and even in the shower. all this talk of toilets and letting go is making James very desperate. He is currently an 8.7/10.
Amy: now the last half an hour of class is Q&A anyone have any questions? A flurry of hands go up…
Amy: umm Jessica you first.
Jessica: thanks Miss. what about things that umm increase ones need? I know for me, seeing water or hearing rain makes me want to pee more.
Amy: good question! Now this differs from person to person. As you said hearing rain…
Amy looks at James and sees him fidgeting at the mention of rain.
Amy: has an effect on you. Making you need to go and let flow in the toilet. But rain has 0 effect on myself as an example. I could be in a downpour soaking wet and it wouldn’t affect me. So how about we try to find out subjects pee points? James please come stand up here…
James comes to the front of the class.
Amy: right James please tell us if any of these make you need to pee worse.
For the next 5mins the girls turn on taps, talked about water, rain, toilets, pee,
Amy could see James was barely holding on and called for the class to stop. At this point James had to continually hold himself and was sitting around a 9.2/10.
Amy: any other questions? Umm Kara?
Kara: umm how does a man actually pee? Could maybe James pee for us? To understand better?
Amy walks over to James and asks if he is ok with this? He says if it lets some of the pressure off fine but only if all the girls agree.
Amy: OK lady James is willing to do it but only to pee a little bit… if all girls agree they want to see. Show of hands who doesn’t want to see this?
Not one hand goes up.
Amy: ok James please come to the front and pee a little for us…
James can’t believe he is doing this but it’s for his own good… he stands at the front of the class. Unzips and pulls out his penis and tries to pee but he is to pee shy…
James : umm I think it’s everyone staring…
one girl turns in a tap at one of the sinks.
this causes a small trickle of pee to start coming out into the floor…
Amy: alright that’s enough, we don’t want to flood the entire lab or have to clean up to much.
James managed to stop the Flow but he is now bursting to go. 9.6/10
Amy can see James is barely holding on and wants to enjoy this for her self…
Amy: right class, that’s enough for today, you can all leave 15mins early, go on head home!
all the girls start to leave and Amy follows them to the door and locks it without James noticing. She walks back to him.
Amy: thank you so much for that, now we will quickly review your trial and then we should be golden…
James couldn’t believe this, he was beyond desperate to pee, Amy knew this and she wanted to do paper work?
James: umm Earlier you said you’d help me pee, could we do that first? I can’t hold this much longer?
Amy: now now, we need to finish up this trial paper work first so you can get off and pee… don’t want to cut it short and risk the job do we?
for the next 15mins they worked through the paper work, James sat there fidgeting, crossing his legs and even holding himself through his jeans… at this point Amy is beyond horny, she loves seeing his squirm around…
Amy: how are we doing down there?
she proceeded to place her hand at the top of James thigh of is crossed leg…
James: N-N-not good… I can’t w-wait much longer
Amy: let me help with that…
She undoes her shirt the whole way and takes off her trousers…
James : won’t you get in trouble for not being dressed?
Amy: I own the school… now all this talk of pee and seeing you squirm has made me need to go…
she walks to the rubbish bin and brings it over…
Amy: so if you can hold it while I pee in here the position is yours… sound like a deal?
James: I’ll try…
amy positions her self over the bin and starts to pee full force through her pink panties
James holds himself for dear life but manages to make it through with only a small leak. His bladder is at 9.9/10
James: now please help me pee like you said you would…
Amy: OK I will, she takes the bin and pours it down the sink and turns the tap on, then walks back to James.
Amy: there you go I’m helping you pee… listen to that water pouring our, splashing into the sink before it flows away…
at this point James can’t take it any longer, he pulls our his penis and pee directly on the floor…
after 45seconds he stops peeing and Amy comes up and kisses him and pushes him against the desk…
Amy: now whose a good boy? Do you want a reward?
she then crouches down and gives James the best blow job of his life…
Amy: so same time Tuesday?
James is left speechless but extremely happy with how things went… |
Part 2.
Auther notes.
- I will turn this into a series I think.
- this chapter will have minimal pee content
- hope you enjoy
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The following day (Saturday)
James couldn’t believe what had happened yesterday, he had gotten a job in the education sector all be it within a strange school, he had almost peed himself, had a blow job from Amy, and peed in front of her.
He played the scene over in his head a few times and started to pick up on Amy’s interest in him being desperate from the get go.
James texted his friend asking if he knew anything about the job or the school, while he was awaiting a response he opens up a web page and searches “peeing for sex” “get horny from pee” and a few other mixtures of words. He stumbles across Omorashi.org and start going through posts and stories. After a hour or so he has made his mind up that Amy must have this pee fetish and was enjoying his struggles, but does he want to do this job knowing she could be doing this to him daily?
At the thought of it he noticed his penis twitching, was he getting aroused as the thought of this? Could he be getting turned on at the thought of being denied access to the toilet by Amy? His mind wandered back to the classroom where she peed in front of him but this time his imagination took over, when she peed he took her hand, bent her over the nearest desk, pulled her panties to the side…. DING
James was pulled from his fantasy by his phone, his friend had text back.
Text - Hey man, umm not to much, it’s owned by my wife’s friend Amy, seems nice enough, kind of an odd ball at times. Between you and me… she has nice tits, cute ass and is very flirty… school wise no idea man. Not a lot on Google either when I searched it. Just some general bio along with a statement about golden springs? Guessing it’s a money reference as they are a private school.
The phrase golden springs caught James’ attention. Could it be referring to… surely not he thought…He searched the school and found the site. Skimming over it’s a very nicely built site, he finds the about page and reads over how it was founded by Amy to help release and educate women into a much more open minded fun world. There was a picture of Amy next, looking very much the head teacher Apart from she is sitting on the edge of her desk instead of in a chair. Just seeing the image causes James Penis to twitch again.
He scrolled a little more and finally found the golden springs reference.
”we also offer special classes and prices for all golden springs members, please contact Amy for more information. Please have your Acc No to have and be ready to discuss your golden requirements / understanding / support”
Hmm strange James though, appears to be a private reference. He searched golden springs but he was met with multiple landmarks, holiday destinations and much more. He then searched golden springs Amy, again nothing. He tried golden springs pee…
Bingo! He thought, he found the site. It was a basic forum site with the tag line “girls, peeing is natural, but sexy, me like seeing us go, we like seeing them go” clicking around the site was slightly annoying as a lot of it was members only but there was one thing that caught his eye. A pinned post.
“want to learn more about your fetish? Want to enjoy seeing people desperate and learn more about pushing to the limits? Or want to simply draw a man desperate for fun? Please contract me directly for a fun opportunity in… education.”
This has to be it! James thought, Amy set up an all girls private school to help people understand this kink!
This then brought in the question did James really want to work here? Could he still use this as an in into the educational job he always wanted? As he was thinking about this he heard the doorbell ring. As he stood up he felt his bladder spasm.
James - wow where did that come from?
He looked at the clock and noticed he had been searching for almost 3 hours! No wonder he needed to pee! He heard the doorbell go again and decided he would pee after answering.
He opens the door and stood there is Amy.
Amy - hey umm sorry to intrude like this but I umm was in the neighbourhood and thought it might umm be wise to discuss your job trial… make sure your still comfortable? With everything?
James - yea sure come in.
James was shocked Amy, here in my house to discuss what happened yesterday? Amy walks in and sits on the sofa, James follows and as he sits down he is reminded of his bladder situation, he crosses his legs and hopes this doesn’t take to long. Bladder 7.2/10.
Amy - So umm err yesterday was your trial, I felt it went well and I just wanted to officially offer you the job? Also regarding the advertised pay… umm due to… how well the trial went we are now offering you a new pay grade…
She goes through her handbag looking for the contract
James - a new pay grade? But it was only a trial? Was it because I umm had an accident?
Amy - oh god no, the students loved the demonstrations and your answers! I loved it as well… erm I mean loved how well you worked with us all… here! So the contract states £75 a day we are now talking… ££275 per day… it is still only part time but we think this is fair due to the… umm lack of facilities we can offer you…
James knew she was offering this due to them having to mens bathrooms but he wanted her to admit this and admit he would need to pee when he was on site. He quickly thought up a plan…
James - lack of facilities? What ever do you mean Amy? The science lab was well facilitated… the taps seemed to work quite well if I remember correctly…
saying this reminded him of his current issue of needing to pee… he could use this to test his pee fetish theory as well! He quickly crossed his legs the other way and rested a hand in his lap. Trying to be not subtle at all.
Amys eyes went down to his crossed legs and a small smile appeared…
Amy - yes you are correct the WATER did FLOW quite well in the science lab, the cleaners are also very well informed and paid well for service, the WASH the floors every night, spay WATER on the windows and clear out the BATHROOMS amazingly! Even the TOILETS smell amazing! Also the WATER pressure on the flush! They know how to make things FLOW like clockwork. But what we mean is there being no Male toilets on site for you to use.
every reference to water or toilets James purposely changed positions. It did make him need to go more but not to much worse. Bladder 7.9/10
James - erm that’s g-good to know. So I did have one question regarding that.
Amy - go ahead let the questions flow…
James crosses his legs again at the word flow…
Amy - are you ok? You seem fidgety?
James - Y-yes fine, just have some… urgent business to attend to shortly…
James saw Amy fidget a little herself at this comment and noted her nipples poking through her shirt…
James - so the question… as you said lack of facilities, how would that work? I don’t think I can hold it all day and I doubt you want me sneaking into the science building to pee again?
That last comment was a bold move to see her reaction…
Amy - well umm here’s the thing… I’ve not been totally honest with you… this school is for umm girls with certain interests…. So you not have… facilities would work better for the classroom education….
James - so I’ll have to hold on all day?
Amy - no not at all… just be open to some long classes and full bladders tend to happen in long classes…
Amy changed her sitting position again and was now facing James directly, James looked her up and down and noticed her short skirt had slide up her thighs exposing Neon green panties…
Amy - one other thing… if you hadn’t noticed I really like you and you… performance yesterday…
James - glad you liked it, I also enjoyed your… performance shall we say. So how would we deal with the lack of facilities issue?
James crossed his legs again and pushed his hand into his crotch slightly (bladder 8.3/10)
Amy - are you sure your alright?
her cheeks flushed a little as she quickly watch him squirm.
James - yes fine…
Amy - so lack of facilities, you could use the toilets in the supermarket 20mins down the road and come back but that is a long old trip… you could… come to my office… in the science block… and we could sort out a plan on a case by case basis…
James - sounds… fair. Now if you’ll excuse me a moment… that urgent business I said about earlier… is getting rather pressing…
His plan had worked he was 100% sure he was right but all this talk of toilets was really pushing him now… bladder (9.1/10)
James goes to stand up when Amy takes his hand and stops him…
Amy - urgent business? What could be so urgent to take you away from discussing your new job in education?
She has a devil smile and was still holding his wrist.
James - actually I was on my way to the loo when you rang the bell… really need to go if you don’t mind?
Amy - what if I do mind? What if this is in the middle of a class? You would have to hold it… let’s roleplay this as an example of what your do in school as our newest assistant…
15mins of roleplay later class ends and Amy advised James to come to her “office” which is her sat on his coffee table.
James - hey Amy, got a second?
Amy - always, Come have a seat…
James sits back on the sofa and he can see straight up Amy skirt from this angle (Amy was doing this on purpose)
James - so I’ve just finished another class, next one is in 30mins so I don’t have time to errm go to the supermarket…
Amy - oh you need to go?
James - Yes quite badly it’s been 4 hours since I last went…
Amy - hmm I see the problem here. 30mins to your next teaching class but it’s a 40min round trip to the toilet to let all the pee flow out and the pressure clear…
James crosses his legs and has to hold himself… how is she doing this in my own home? But god is she sexy doing it
James Yes that’s it. You said we would deal on a Oh damn that was close… on a case by case basis…
Amy - yes we will… So if you can answer these few questions you can use my private bathroom.
James - private b-bathroom?
Amy - yes, in my office, it’s wonderful, so quite and it’s really relaxing to just sit there and let it all go…
James - ok so questions? Please?
Amy - if you can get 4/5 right you can use it. If you fail to get this goal you have to… do something for me…
Amy - question 1. How badly do you need to pee? 0 / 10.
James - about a 9.5 it’s really bad
Amy - question 2. If you stopped doing that… (points to crossed legs and holding yourself) what would happen?
James - I would leak or worse just burst…
Amy Question 3. How did you know I enjoyed this? See you desperwte
James - internet research and theories
Amy Question 4. What colour panties am I wearing?
James - umm oh I really need to go… I nearly peed just then
Amy - stop trying to skip the question I’ve seen you looking…
James - green
Amy - good, now that’s 4 correct answers so I. Theory you can pee But I still have one question left to ask… she gets up and sits next to him… she rests her hand right over his bladder… question 5… if I press here what will happen?
without warning she gentle presses down and James leaks into his pants…
James - oh no aarrrhhb ok I stopped it, I will pee… like just now…
Amy - hmm ok so bonus question…
James - quickly then I’ll pee any second…
Amy - can I fuck you right here right now?
she slowly lifted her skirt to reveal slightly damp panties
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who wants another part? |
Plot: "Move it damn it, move! Move!" Lyra yelled to the traffic from her Lexus while blaring her car horn. Lyra was driving home, driving down Gardner Turnpike, doing everything possible to get home before disaster struck. Lyra passed gas stations, homes, intersections, and small businesses. Sadly, the traffic moved slowly as usual. "Damn drivers thinking this a Sunday afternoon, and it's only Wednesday evening. Come on! Move it!" Lyra yelled again, simultaneously blaring her horn.
After another 10 minutes, she finally made it to her street and made the right onto it. From there, Lyra drove hurriedly and with great haste. Of course, she drives 40 miles per hour on a 30 mph residential street. But she knew what she was doing. And she did stop at stop signs. She was about one intersection from her house when suddenly, two elementary school children riding their bicycle came onto the street.
Lyra immediately pressed on the break pedal just in time to come to an abrupt, complete stop. Lyra sat still as she caught her breath. For 20 seconds, she sat there, lamenting on the fact that she almost went to prison. She opened the window and shouted to the boys. "You have the side walk. What the hell you're doing in the middle of the road? Idiots!". Just then, she began shuffling her feet while putting the car in the park. She winced and put her hands on lap.
"Oh, come on. We're almost home. Just hold a little .. longer." Lyra told herself to better her resolve and will to .... Hold it. She put the car in drive and continued to her home. After the next stop sign, she turned into her driveway and shut off the car engine. She grabbed her purse, got out of her car, and hastily shut her car door closed. It didn't close completely. She quickly hobbled over to the front door, almost dropping her car keys on the ground.
Lyra reached the front door and proceeded to find the keys. She fumbled through her purse, bobbing up and down. At one point, she couldn't find it became more stressed. Suddenly, she dropped her purse and held herself to deal with a wave of desperation lasting for a minute. Once it subsided a little, she carefully grabbed her purse and retrieved her keys.
Lyra checked her purse again and found the home key. Lyra quickly jabbed it into the top and bottom locks, opened the door, threw her keys and purse to the couch, and ran to the bathroom. She ran last the living room, the kitchen, and towards the bedroom. "Almost there, almost there," she said softly as she ran in her work shoes. It wasn't very comfortable due to the high heels. But she could do it.
She saw the bathroom and proceeded to turn right into it to find the light was still on. She came to a stop at the entrance to find the toilet off limits. There was yellow tape (similar to the kind at a crime scene) with the writing out of order placed on it. The toilet seat was down and unavailable for opening. Lyra was baffled and annoyed by this spectacle. Lyra tried to remove the tape, but alas, it was impossible for her.
Suddenly, she bent forward and winced as hard as she could to hold it. The pressure was worse than before, and her bladder pained from all that it held. She squatted down against the wall behind her. Lyra swayed her knees forward and away from each other, whimpering as she tried to keep it together. "Fffffffffffffsssssssssssss." Lyra was on the verge of an accident.
Just then, her husband Joseph Holmes showed up from the backyard to see his wife. "Oh there you are. Why are you like this?" Joseph asked. Lyra was angry as he'll. "What the hell is this? Why can't we use our toilet-oh?" Joseph responded with this. "Our toilet got backed up, and I called a plumber. Simple!" But Lyra didn't share the same feeling. "So why didn't you call or text me this? I came home bursting for a piss and only to find our toilet is off limits?" Lyra said.
Joseph responded. " You know I don't ask or tell. Something needs to be done. I fix it or called in the right person for the job. And don't tell me you can't hold your piss like last time at the airport. Geez! That was embarrassing. It's pathetic!". Lyra was about to say something but the workman, Sam Holtman came over and said he would have to come back tomorrow to finish the job.
Joseph was about to tell Sam to finish the work now. But Lyra quickly got up and still holding herself, proceeded to counter this. "Excuse me! You were called in for servicing our toilet and you're about to ditch us. I know the time is late but we need to use our toilet... I need to use my toilet and you are going to fix! No way you will us like-........... (eyes widening) ...."
Lyra ran out the door and to her next door neighbor Bonny Blair. She banged on Bonny's door several times. Lyra was bursting and frantic, about to piss herself right there and then. The door opened and Lyra spoke at lightspeed. "Pleaseletmeuseyourbathroomigottapeenow!" Bonny let her inside her home, watching Lyra move like a possessed person. Lyra made her way to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. Without lifting her skirt or removing her pantyhose and panty, Lyra peed into the toilet. The sound of silence was replaced by the numerous streams striking the water withing the toilet bowl. It roared throughout Bonny's home for a whole minute before it subsided to a small trickle, then to dribbling inside her clothes.
Lyra still panted to catch her breath. She held her forehead in her hand. Bonny knocked on the door outside. "Lyra are you okay? Do you need a change of clothes?". Lyra paused for a moment, then responded "I'm fine. Thanks for asking!". Lyra took a wad of toilet paper and wiped her wet skirt inside and outside. She got up and washed her hands, thanked Bonny and went home.
Lyra approached her husband about his constant disregard for consideration towards her. "Would it kill you to just tell me?" Joseph replied "There's nothing to tell. The work is almost done. It's not my fault you almost pissed yourself.". Lyra had enough. "I am through with you. I am staying over at Bonny's."
She packed some clothes and went to Bonny's place for a few nights. She just couldn't stand his chauvinistic behavior. She needed a reprieve from Joseph. |
With Tatiana in Croatia part 1
Chapter 6 Breathtaking
This is the sequel to a night out with Tatiana.
I want to try to post part 2 next weekend.
Tatiana was happy and surprised, she had been called by her parents that their debt to the tax authorities had been paid. The overpaid money will be refunded with interest and a public apology. Tatiana wasn't sure who helped her parents so much, but she had a hunch. The only ones who knew about it in the Netherlands were her aunt and uncle and of course Rob.
Rob was a very good friend of hers and she felt a lot for him. Tatiana is a lesbian and Rob is the only man who has been inside her. Not with his cock she didn't want that but with his finger. She likes it when he wants to kiss her. He loves me Tatiana knew and it turns him on when I fill my bladder. I also get horny from a full bladder so we have a good common ground. Tatiana felt very happy but moved that her father, whom she loves so much, could finally retire. She had a special bond with him because she could feel him all over the world. Sometimes its joy, sometimes its sadness and sometimes its fear. She also has a good relationship with her mother, but not as strong as with her father. She was happy that her mother could now free herself from her guilt complex and can enjoy her husband and everyone she loves.
Tatiana had filled her bladder before Rob before, but on one occasion she noticed that he still has a fetish. She had immediately told him what struck her about him as she held her breath to put on some tight jeans. Rob confessed that he gets aroused when a woman holds her breath. Tatiana could hold her breath for about 4 minutes and she would spoil Rob in Croatia. Rob has ensured that I can go to Croatia because without him I could never have closed the shop. But he had made it clear that I had to find a better replacement, a replacement I can count on. Rob gives me a lot of peace and gives me the feeling that I can now and then let go of my responsibility. He always makes me feel like he's there for me but doesn't let me fool me. He can even be really hard on me when I'm mentally collapsing, but I need that.
Around noon, Tatiana and I boarded the plane. It was a quiet and prosperous flight. I was happy that Lisette managed to rehabilitate her parents. Lisette is a friend of mine and we've had sex several times. She is mentally strong and very smart. She is a lawyer and has many highly placed Croatian connections. One of these connections led to the fraudulent bookkeeper of Tatiana's parents' restaurant confessing to the fraud. After that things went quickly, the accountant was held liable for the financial consequences and the suffering that Tatiana inflicted on her parents. With this connection from Lisette I sold a beautiful house on the water for no profit. The man has enough money but I thought it was important to show my gratitude to him. This was also nice for Lisette because she often uses this connection. That way I have a good connection. So a win-win situation.
Lisette had put in a lot of effort for this and I was grateful to her for that. Lisette wanted to have sex with a full bladder as a reward for her effort. She knew that because I pushed her bladder to the limit.
Fortunately, Lisette was able to keep my name out of the case because I didn't want Tatiana to feel guilty towards me for some reason. The friendship should remain as pure as possible, that's what I think is important. But I soon noticed that Tatiana has a suspicion but out of respect for my decision she doesn't ask any further. Still, not telling me every now and then makes me nervous.
We land around the evening at the airport of Split. It was warm and we had a great flight. After we had taken our luggage from the belt, we walked outside where the car rental company was already waiting with the Corvette. Tatiana was very excited because she knew she was going to see her parents again. She had put on a sexy short skirt for me and I was having a hard time taking my eyes off her. We got into the car and I asked Tatiana to set the navigation to the correct language. She immediately entered her parents' address and we left. After about half an hour of driving, we arrived at the house.
Her parents immediately came out to receive us kindly. Tatiana introduced me to her parents. Daddy this is Rob a good friend of mine, Rob this is my father Ivan and my mother Nadia. I shook hands with them and we went inside. Her mother was a beautiful woman and I saw the similarities with Tatiana. Her father was a tough guy and you could tell he worked hard in his life. Ivan had a warm voice and he radiated a lot of pride. I immediately understood why Tatiana loves her father so much.
During dinner, her parents told how surprised they were about the recent developments. Tatiana translated everything directly for me, which gave me a huge sense of connection. After dinner Ivan asked me to come to the barn. This will be our stay for the next 2 weeks. It looked neat and everything was there. I looked around approvingly and was delighted to be able to stay here. Ivan, who speaks only a little bit of English, could tell by my body language that I was satisfied. With hands and feet and a little English he explained that he converted the barn himself and took me to the back of the barn.
There Ivan had his own diving museum that he had filled with memories. You could taste the atmosphere of hard work, pride and respect, I was really impressed. Several photos of people he rescued hung on the wall. He showed me a photo of a girl, this is his director's daughter, he said. I smiled because I knew the story and now I had a picture of her. He put his arm on my shoulders and grabbed another photo. He told me, everyone I saved has been here in my musseum, but unfortunately I never saw this woman again. I am very sorry, he said. I took the photo and looked at it very deliberately. It was a pretty woman in her early 20s, how long has it been, I asked. Exactly 10 years next week, he said.
We walked back to the house. Tatiana and her mother were talking. I could see that Nadia was emotional. Tatiana asked me how I found the barn, I replied romantically and I also think your father's diving museum is beautiful and atmospheric. Did my father show you his diving museum, she asked in astonishment. I don't understand your surprise, but he showed his museum, I replied.
The next morning Tatiana's parents left for Zagareb. They are going to visit the highest official of the tax authorities. Her mother was quite tense, but her father looked calm. We wished them the best of luck and waved them off. I'm happy for them because they can finally put that misery behind them, Tatiana said. And she meant that from the bottom of her heart. She looked at me intently but said nothing. She knows I thought, but she likes to make me nervous.
We took a seat at the breakfast table and enjoyed a cup of coffee and a boiled egg. It was a beautiful day and not a cloud in the sky.
Rob, Tatiana said, I'd like to discuss something with you.
I'm glad you want to be my friend and I feel like spoiling you today. I listened carefully. At home you told me that you like it when a woman holds her breath or to make love to her underwater, do you find that really exciting or was it a joke. That seems super horny to me but I've never had the chance to experience it. Women find it very scary to be so dependent. She will have to hold her breath for a long time while she lies handcuffed on the bottom and I can imagine that because I wouldn't do it myself.
Oh, that woman will be handcuffed and will lie helpless on the seabed and have to hold her breath while you can breathe easy and torture her body. Preferably with a full bladder of course. Eh, yes, I replied, that is my fantasy and it will probably stay that way, I replied. Well, that's going to be quite an attack on my condition, but I'd like to talk about it for you. I do want to discuss a few things with you for safety's sake.
I was surprised no one does that for another, I said. It's just a fantasy of mine. Let's stop talking about it. Suppose something happened, I would never forgive myself.
Then we have to make sure nothing happens, Tatiana said. I think it's an exciting idea myself, she continued undisturbed. But I'd like to discuss a few things with you for security reasons. I would like the boat we will be renting to have a transmitter on board. If something goes wrong, we can call in the coastguard. Since most things can go wrong with me, there's a good chance you'll have to call the Coast Guard. I nodded and was a bit shocked too. Fortunately, the coastguard here is obliged to speak English so that is not a problem. You've thought it through carefully, I said. When you take risks you have to have a backup plan, my father taught me. My father also has a lot of faith in you Rob. There is no other way because otherwise he would never have shown you his diving museum. It's his safe space for when he's scared or sad and only my mom and I got to see it. That's why you were so surprised yesterday, I responded. Indeed Rob, I immediately felt that it was good between my father and you, said Tatiana.
Have you ever dived with oxygen cylinders, she continued. Only once in the pool. Listen, she said. We will dive to a depth of about 3 meters, there will be oxygen in the bottle for about an hour. I can hold my breath for about 4 minutes but that will decrease over time of course. The more I hold my breath, the faster my body will ask for oxygen. Of course you go to my extreme, so when you put the mouthpiece in my mouth I'm out of breath.
Then I must give you the mouthpiece in time and not go to extremes. You can't do that Rob and I don't want to either. You always go to the extreme with my bladder and you will do that underwater too. I am handcuffed with my hands behind my back on the bottom of the sea and I am totally dependent on you, four minutes pass quickly and I realize that well. That's not a bad thing, provided we make good agreements. Do you understand? All too good, I said.
Okay, she continued, sex is a sport that takes a lot of energy and that demands a lot of oxygen. You just keep breathing, but your body will also demand more and more oxygen. I think after 20 minutes I can only hold my breath for two minutes and after half an hour for about 1 minute. But of course I don't know because I've never held my breath for so long in a row. Fortunately we are not too deep so we can take off quickly without danger if necessary. Keep in mind that you will have to take me upstairs because my hands are handcuffed. There is a gauge on the bottle that we should pay close attention to. In short, I suggest that we go up again after a maximum of half an hour underwater.
You see you've gone too far and I'm blowing all my air out of my lungs, then you'll have to bring me up quickly and give me mouth to mouth respiration, can you? Yes I have done that before and I also know how to resuscitate. That gives me confidence, she said.
Rob a few more things that I clearly want to agree with you, you can do everything with me underwater but you can't fuck me and I won't give you a blowjob. I don't mind your jerking off and if you finger me or French kiss me, I like that. I will also have my bladder as full as possible because I enjoy that too. If you want me to jerk you off, you'll have to untie my shackles. Is this understood, she asked kindly but clearly. Yes, but I can still lie behind you if I want you to jerk me off. That is indeed possible, but you will have to keep a close eye on me because eye contact is the only contact you can make underwater. She sounded clear, honest, and thoughtful.
Are you really not afraid I asked. No, not at all, I trust you 100% that you will do what we just discussed. Let's go have fun. My bladder and my lungs are going to have a hard time today. Grab a cup of tea, she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she poured. How do I know you're at your limit, I asked. I will then blow all my air out of my lungs. Normally I let go little by little but when you hold your breath you don't let go because of a shortage of oxygen, you let go because of a surplus of co2. Your body does not like that and forces your respiratory center to breathe. If you give in to it, you will ingest water and become unconscious. I will have to fight to the end to hold my last breath. My whole body will then contract and my hips will be pushed up by the contraction of my legs. This will also happen to my chest. The contraction of my muscles will make my chest rise and the large volume of carbon dioxide will make it look enormously filled. My breasts will seem to invite you to squeeze and you will. Be careful if you do this too hard I will lose all control because of the pain and my breath will let go. Then you're the only one who can save me.
The art of being underwater for a long time is therefore to reduce the consumption of oxygen. What we are going to do eats oxygen because you tense all your muscles with an orgasm. From there the time that I can hold my breath goes down so fast. It was completely clear to me and because Tatiana made it so clear explained, I wasn't scared either. She poured herself another cup of tea because it always took a long time to fill her bladder.
After two more cups of tea, I asked how her bladder was. It's already starting to fill up, she said. It was 11 am, what time did you go to the toilet this morning. That would have been around 8:00 am. I immediately started drinking tea.
Then we still have 3 hours before she blows up, I said and continued. I can only look at the clock underwater Tatiana, but I would like to make sure that you can hold your breath for at least 4 minutes. I want to see how your body reacts. That's good, she said and started to undress. I will lie naked on the couch and hold my breath to the limit so you can see what happens to my body. She lay down on the couch and took a few deep breaths before holding her breath. 1 minute passed and there was still nothing to see. After 3.5 minutes her chest started to shake and after 4 minutes her lower body came up and her chest seemed to explode. 4.30 minutes passed and she let go of her breath. She was panting on the couch and I looked at her in admiration. Wow I said you can I let go of my breath after 1.5 minutes. That's a long time, she said. Most untrained people don't make it to the minute. Can I try one more thing with you, I asked. Yes, tell me. Well, of course it could happen that I'm still kissing you while you're at the end of your breath. I want to know how your body and you react. Yeah yeah you just want a preview of horny guy. Indeed, I said. She lay back down and held her breath. 4 minutes later her chest rose. Another 30 seconds and her lungs will burst, I thought. 4:25 I put my hand on her mouth and pinched her nose. Her whole body was writhing and her eyes were wide open. She grabbed my arm and tried to tear it free but I was too strong. 4.30am her breasts seemed to be poking through the ceiling and I started squeezing them. Her legs and her pussy were pushed up. At 4.35 I let go. Panting and wheezing, she filled her lungs with air again. I almost felt sorry for her. Do you see now that you will go to my extreme in your horniness Rob, she responded. That's true, but you're also so beautiful. She laughed and got dressed again.
When she was done with that, we walked to the car to leave. What do you really want me to wear underwater? Well, a nice stylish black bathing suit looks good on you. I saw those in the Beach Shop, but they aren't cheap, Tatiana said. That's not so bad I said, it's vacation and then I don't pay attention to money, but unfortunately I will have to destroy it. Uhh, that's a shame. Yes, but if you're handcuffed, I can't take it off without cutting it. You know I'm nimble, she said. I can pull my legs through my arms and you can take off my bathing suit. That's a good solution, I lied.
We walked to the Beachshop and bought a beautiful tailored swimsuit.
It was really top quality. Can't you keep that on and put your short jeans over it. Yes I can do that. It was a nice bathing suit, part of her bare upper stomach was above her short jeans. I would like to have something to eat and drink in the restaurant before we continue, I indicated. Don't eat too much, it will weigh you down when you hold your breath. In addition, it takes extra energy to burn it. You are a smart girl. The waitress came over and asked what we wanted to drink, I looked at her with open mouth, a bitter lemon for me and for you? Give me a cranberry juice. You really put your bladder on her number girl. Yes and she let me know that too. She starts to push very hard.
My thoughts were still with the waitress. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties and Tatiana must have noticed that too. Hello here Tatiana for Earth, please report over, she spoke. I came out of my thoughts and mumbled something. Shall I go to the toilet, Tatiana asked. Why, I asked surprised. Well, your mind is so much on that waitress that I'm afraid you'll forget me. Jealous, I asked. No, she replied. If you forget me because of such a beautiful woman I feel flattered.
Do you have a picture of your father with you? Yes of course I have one in my bag. I'd like to borrow it from you. Have a drink, I'd like to speak to the waitress separately. Okay and she went on to finish her glass. When I came back her glass was empty and asked, Rob should I really be worried. I can understand that because you can probably really fuck her. But we are on vacation together anyway, she sounded really let down.
No Tatiana not at all, but when I was with your father in his museum yesterday he showed me the pictures of the people he saved. Your father proudly told me that these people have all been to his home except for 1 person. He searched for this person but did not find it and he regrets that. When I saw the waitress, I recognized her almost immediately. That was the reason I stared at her like that. She recognized your father in your photo as her savior. Tomorrow she is free and then we are invited to her home. Oh, how nice I am looking forward to that, she said.
But now we really have to rent a boat because my bladder is getting fuller and fuller. We walked to the Beach Shop, and I saw Tatiana's bladder protruding. I couldn't resist pressing it, crossed her right away. I almost peed my pants Rob, tell me from now on if you're going to press it. I really don't say that, I said and gave her a kiss.
We reached the Beachclub and were informed. In the meantime Tatiana was wobbling in her chair but she could take a beating, I knew from experience. The boat rental company put a pitcher of water on the table and poured it for both of us. Do you have a sail license, the man asked, I was surprised because he spoke Dutch. I took my license and he immediately saw that it was the highest category. Did you sail on the high seas, he asked me. Yes, my parents were skippers and so it was obvious that I had to get my sail license. You could see the man was reassured. He took the book and showed me the yachts that were still available. I also want four oxygen bottles with it. The man gathered everything together and took us to the boat. The oxygen bottles were loaded and I was asked to pay a deposit. I walked to the register and paid.
Meanwhile Tatiana had finished her glass of water and could hardly sit still.
We jumped on the boat and sailed out of the harbor. I put my hand on Tatiana's ass and rubbed it. How's your bladder. It's about to explode, but I've got it under control. I have now drunk 2.5 liters and I need to pee for about 5 hours ago. I also don't want to drink anymore because that fills my stomach too much and that's not nice if I have to hold my breath.
Through the open part of her bathing suit just above her jeans I could see the bulge of her well-filled bladder, yes it certainly looks full Tatiana. She is, Rob but something different, I saw that you ordered four oxygen bottles but I will never make it. Breathing more than half an hour interval and being pushed to the limit is hard enough. Or do you want to drown me. No dude, I said laughing, but you never know. If we don't use them, I don't have to pay for them.
She showed me the way to a beautiful underwater area. It was just below the coast and there were nice caves. According to her, the flora and fauna here was enchanting. Then you are perfectly at the right place there. She beamed and took off her short jeans. Drop the anchor here and I'll go for a swim. In swimming I asked surprised. Yes of course. If you immediately lower me handcuffed into the water, my body will startle. I also have to make sure that extra oxygen gets into my blood. She started by taking a very deep breath and then slowly letting go. Her black well-cut bathing suit showed off her perfect curves in an elegant way. After five times she dived into the water. It took a minute for her to surface and she immediately went into hiding again. After two minutes she came up. It all seemed to go so smoothly. Rob hand me the oxygen bottle and I'll put him downstairs. I handed her the bottle and she ducked down. Three minutes later she surfaced.
She climbed into the boat and turned on the radio. So now all you have to do is call Mayday to reach the Coast Guard. We add both phones so that you have all communication directly at hand. She took out a piece of paper and wrote the coordinates on where we are. Take a look around you and become aware of what you see. I saw caves a piece of pasture and heard sheep in the background. Why is this, I asked. When you are in a panic, your senses work less. Did you hear something. Yes sheep I said. Well that's the most important thing. This is the only place along the local coast where there are sheep. Report that and the Coast Guard will be here in 5 minutes. What a knowledge that girl has. All learned from your father. This and much more she replied.
When we dive down like this, you see a sand bed. It is about 3 meters deep there and there is also the oxygen bottle. Take a few breaths yourself and then give the mouthpiece to me. I will then take a few breaths and when I blink you take the mouthpiece out of my mouth. When I quickly blink my eyes while holding my breath, I want to breathe. Then you have to put the mouthpiece in my mouth. If you're too late I'll blow all the air out of my lungs. Then you have to take me up quickly. Do not try to put the mouthpiece in because I have almost certainly ingested water. Knock and upstairs I do mouth to mouth resuscitation and if necessary I resuscitate you. Very good, she said.
Are you still not afraid I asked, well no I think it's exciting at most and my bladder thinks so too, just look. I looked and saw the bulge in the open part of her bathing suit. Instinctively I wanted to rub it but Tatiana stopped my hand. You can do that downstairs. If I wait too long, all my extra inhaled oxygen will be out of my blood.
I handcuffed her and immediately saw how helpless she was now. I picked her up and jumped into the water. Once more we came up and then I swam down with Tatiana in my arms. There was the oxygen bottle, I grabbed the mouthpiece and took a deep breath. I put the mouthpiece in her mouth and watched her breasts rise and fall. Underwater she looked 10 times more beautiful.
After some time, she blinked. I took the mouthpiece and put it in my mouth. Slowly I started to build things up and stroked her breasts. I kept looking at the clock because I was more nervous than Tatiana. My hand slid down and rubbed her full bladder. She immediately started writhing and tried to flee my hand. Logical because her bladder felt hard. I looked at the clock. 3 minutes had passed and I looked at her, she laughed. Her chest was full and she quietly released her breath. 3.5 minutes had passed when I put the mouthpiece in her mouth. She winked as a sign that things were going well. Not normal she reassures me in this situation. I let her breathe slowly as I started fingering her. I wasn't very gentle, but she never mind. I looked at her and she blinked.
I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth and breathed. I crouched over her as she lay on her back. It was a beautiful sight. Her beautiful body contrasting with the white sand and beautiful forums and fauna. Slowly I breathed in and bent over and kneaded her breasts with both hands. 2.5 minutes had passed. I felt her hips move under me as her eyes looked at me kindly. She was right eye contact is the only contact you have underwater. In this way, of course, weight came from me on her bladder. And she felt it. I was fine with it and got more and more into my swong. 3.5 minutes had passed. I handed her the mouthpiece and she winked.
That meant everything okay. She blinked again and I removed the mouthpiece from her mouth.
I lay down next to her again to relieve her bladder. I gently stroked her hair. She smiled with satisfaction. After 2 minutes I tried to make her clear to take off her bathing suit. She winked that she understood. Agile as she was, she sat down on her ass and ran her arms under her legs. Apparently this had taken some energy as she slowly let some air out of her lungs. Of course I couldn't take her bathing suit off. The arm braces could never go over the handcuffs. It doesn't work at the bottom either, I thought and didn't pay attention to the time. All of a sudden I had it by 3.5 minutes had passed. I looked up and she winked. She looked at the diving bell and I understood her immediately. Her body was asking for oxygen faster and faster. I took the mouthpiece out of my mouth and put it in her mouth.
I decided to tease Tatiana a bit. After she winked, I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth. I grabbed her breasts and started squeezing them tight and started biting her nipples too. Tatiana wanted to scream in pain, but she couldn't. Luckily she was still strong enough to hold her breath. I got so excited and kept going. I ran my finger over her pee hole and she started writhing violently. In the meantime, more than 3 minutes had passed and Tatiana noticed that her energy was decreasing. She started blinking because she wanted the mouthpiece.
Instead of putting the mouthpiece in her mouth, I held it just above her mouth. She snapped and snapped but couldn't get a hold of it. Now you clearly saw the similarity in attitude between a woman with a full bladder and a woman gasping for air. She smiled at me but I could tell from her face that she wanted to breathe. 3.5 minutes had passed. Her chest began to fill and I felt challenged by her breasts and squeeze harder and harder in them.
Tatiana felt helpless but happy. Finally she was allowed to let go of her responsibility. Finally she was allowed to lean on other people's shoulders. That's what she wanted to feel in this total dependency. She was 15 when she had to leave her parents and visit her aunt and uncle. She understood the decision very well and her aunt and uncle were good to her. But how responsible she has felt for always performing. Now she didn't have to because she couldn't do anything. But she knew Rob would take his responsibility. It calmed her down and enjoyed it. There was a disadvantage, it was a man and they are often a lot coarser than women. When he puts a finger in my pussy it goes so hard and he squeezes my tits so hard. Women do that more with feeling and she misses that in a man. But she didn't dislike Rob, maybe that rudeness is part of trust. There are so many contradictions in life that belong together. No beautiful rose without thorns, she thought poetically.
In a flash she came to herself as her lungs screamed for oxygen and Rob was squeezing her tits like a burp for milking. Man, she thought, let me squeeze your balls that hard. Ouch motherfucker not so hard. Her bladder wanted to be emptied and her pussy was tender from Rob's fingering. She opened her eyes and started blinking. Her body began to fight furiously as she held her breath.
I put the mouthpiece in her mouth and she took a deep breath. I wanted to take the mouthpiece out of her mouth but she bit herself. She had to put some extra oxygen in her blood. I let her go and she looked at the oxygen bottle strap. She nodded her head to point out something to me. I saw there was a small knife in the belt. I looked at her to show that I understood. She blinked and I picked up the mouthpiece.
With the knife I carefully cut the seams of the underwires of her bathing suit. I took off the bathing suit and it was like seeing her naked for the first time. 3 minutes had passed and Tatiana felt her lungs burn. We had been underwater for about 20 minutes and her body was getting tired from the exertion. Her bladder almost popped giving her a titling in her pussy. Oh how she loved being so dependent and feeling the trust. My finger did its job. She had an orgasm like she hadn't had for a long time. Her body tightened and every fiber screamed for oxygen.
I gave her the mouthpiece and let her keep it. When I saw this beautiful body I got very excited. My cock was so hard and big it hurt. Now my lungs started to burn and I let out some air. Tatiana had seen it and blinked. I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth and got an insanely warm sense of respect for her. She lay there handcuffed on the seabed with bated breath and a full bladder. But she was in control. What a power this woman has without thinking that that power was running out.
I had them put her arms behind her back again. She was now on her back and I lay down next to her. I took the mouthpiece out of my mouth and started blowing circles. She imitated me and each time she let out a little air. I just got really excited now. I took a deep breath and grabbed her head. I started kissing and fingering her. Her hips started to make violent fucking movements. Her whole body tightened and she came. She couldn't pant, of course. Only two minutes had passed and her lungs began to scream like her bladder. I kept kissing her without paying attention to her. She had another orgasm this total dependence excited her enormously. Her lungs were screaming for oxygen and I felt her release her breath. I quickly put the mouthpiece in her mouth but fingered through. I felt her squeeze her bladder and saw her chest rise and fall quickly. Her powers took off quickly, I noticed that too, but I didn't want to stop yet. I wasn't allowed to fuck her but I was too horny to stop now.
We were able to make 1 rush before we had to go up. I looked at her and pointed to my cock which was totally hard. She understood this was going to be the last rush and I wouldn't pay attention to her. She was dead tired but she knew this was going to happen. We had been underwater for over 25 minutes and she had consumed a lot of energy. She would soon need oxygen again because her body was largely filled with carbon dioxide. She will have to fight hard against her breathing center and the pain in her tits and her pussy. Rob was so heavy handed but how much she trusted him.
But without a doubt she took a deep breath and handed me the mouthpiece. I took a few deep breaths and started kissing and fingering her with 2 fingers in her hole. I stopped kissing for a while to see how things were going. Her face was concentrated and I could see her chest shaking. Quickly I continued kissing because she would be short of breath in a short time. How I would love to stick my cock in her warm pussy. I fantasized that that was allowed and as I came I felt a warm stream of urine coming out of her pussy. She could no longer hold her pee and therefore had no strength to squeeze. She tore her head free from my head and her whole body began to shake. But no air escaped her mouth yet. She lay desperately fighting to keep it down. I could count the ribs on her chest it was so tense.
She opened her eyes and they got bigger and bigger. Her cheeks filled with air, she had to let go but fought against it. My lungs were also bursting. I quickly grabbed the mouthpiece and began to breathe. Tatiana's lower back came completely off the bottom and she squeezed the sand with her hands. Luckily I had enough oxygen again and I pushed the mouthpiece into her mouth before she blew all her air out. I picked her up calmly and swam up with calm strokes. I held the platform with outstretched arms. Tatiana lay heavily panting on my arms and I couldn't help but grab her breasts. Now gently because I could think again. When she finally came to she winked at me. Everything was fine.
We climbed into the boat and said nothing for a while, we were so tired of these events.
And how did you like it she asked, breathtaking I said. Nice pun but did it live up to your expectations. Yes it was very exciting and I enjoyed it, I replied. I noticed you almost pinched my tits off. That really hurt. Sorry, I said. It's already over but my pussy still hurts, as a lesbian I'm not used to being treated so roughly.
I am 99% satisfied, I said. And that 1% then she asked. Or wait, you wanted to fuck me. Yes indeed, but I think 99% and a friendship with you is a beautiful score. She beamed, how can that girl recover quickly, I thought.
I lay on the bottom and my lungs screamed for oxygen. You saw it in the trembling of my chest. I was really about to let everything go. Yet you decided to put the mouthpiece in your mouth yourself. Don't you think that's selfish, Tatiana asked.
I was a bit shocked, she meant this now. I felt from the warm stream of urine you released that something was wrong. I looked at your chest and could count your ribs and saw it shake. I was short on time but found your fight so exciting that I had an orgasm on its own. I was completely out of breath and you were fighting to keep the last bit of air in. In a flash I made a choice and it was as difficult as it was simple. You could never save us with your handcuffed hands. I did, so I took the mouthpiece. If something went wrong, I knew what to do. We discussed that.
She laughed, I'm proud of you Rob, you have the right intuition despite your lust. You could have done anything with me but you chose the right one, I was convinced of that too, so I dared this adventure with you. I also enjoyed myself and have cum several times. As far as I'm concerned we have a hobby but not anymore today. I'm broken, she said. I understand, but we have to return the boat because tomorrow your parents are coming home. My mom called this morning because they want to stay away for a few more days. Then we'll go get some groceries and sleep on the boat tonight, what do you think. Good plan, she responded enthusiastically.
Edited July 18, 2022 by fetishman1962
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This one's a commission by @Subaru. It's very similar to another Hanekawa story I wrote, where Hanekawa and Black Hanekawa argue and play off each other as Hanekawa's forced to hold it. Please enjoy!
Hanekawa and the Neko
Hanekawa bounded down the train platform, urgently trying to make it before the doors closed and it pulled out of the station. She looked down and checked the time on her phone. The train would leave any second now. She sped up right towards the end as she saw the doors start to close, and managed to slip in, taking care not to barrel into the crowd of people packed into the car, and let out a heavy sigh.
Hanekawa never expected hunting down Oshino Meme would be easy, but if she had said she expected it to be this hard to find him, she might’ve asked for some help on her journey. On the other hand, having someone else with her would defeat the purpose of this trip. This was something she was doing, for herself, but also for Araragi. But the fact that she was doing it by herself, and for herself, was the most important part to her.
Right now, of course, she found herself on a bit of a wild goose chase, visiting various places without much idea of where to start looking. She had some inclinations, but mostly she was just traveling the world aimlessly. Ironically, this was what she said she had intended to do, to hide her true intentions of finding Oshino Meme. However, now she found herself more-or-less actually doing it.
She felt idle.
“Relax, you’re too tense all the time.”
Her other self, or rather, the oddity that had embedded itself within her and become an embodiment of her stress, spoke up.
The playful oddity appeared in Hanekawa’s mind, flaunting around in her body. She was lounging around, wearing nothing but Hanekawa’s black lingerie. She was lying on her back, apparently on something soft as her body was sinking into it slightly, but with the abstract nature of her mind’s eye, Hanekawa couldn’t tell if it was a futon or a sofa or something else.
This is how Black Hanekawa would appear when Hanekawa was particularly stressed, and lately, Hanekawa was particularly stressed. Her mission had taken her around the world, and today she found herself back in Japan, following a lead given to her by a half-vampire she met in Europe.
She had to take two trains out to a small town not unlike home. However, unlike home, her destination was unfamiliar and out of the way. Not to mention she had to get there before sundown, because she didn’t have a place to stay unless she made it to the one local inn on time before it closed for the night. Hence why she had rushed to catch the train, and why she was stressed.
“Seriously,” Black Hanekawa shook her head, “You’ve been following what leads you can, but there’s nothing you can do if you don’t know where that old man is. Rather than stressing out all the time, at least relax what time you can. Enjoy the fact that you’re seeing the world.”
There was sense in what Black Hanekawa was saying, but Hanekawa herself felt a certain amount of pressure to complete this mission.
I have to find Oshino, and the sooner I do that, the better. There’s something happening back home, and I want to help Araragi.
“Yeah yeah, but to help Araragi, you have to make sure to take care of yourself, first. You’ve been running around all morning, your legs are sore, yet you haven’t even noticed. And you’re dehydrated.”
Hanekawa swallowed and realized her mouth was dry. Her other self was right. Hanekawa reached into the backpack she had slung over her shoulder and grabbed a water bottle before chugging down the whole thing quickly.
Her legs were also sore, but with how packed the train was, she wouldn’t be able to do anything about that for now. She shifted her weight onto one leg and reached for one of the grab handles overhead. She let out another sigh and stared out the window, hoping that now she had taken care of her bodily needs, Black Hanekawa would be content to fall silent.
About ten minutes later, however, and that turned out not to be the case. Or rather, Hanekawa had not attended to all her bodily needs, so the sawarineko felt the need to speak up again.
“Hey, you’ve gotta pee.”
Once again, it was something that Hanekawa hadn’t noticed. She had been so busy that morning that it had entirely slipped her mind, and in her mad dash to make it to the train on time, she had blown straight past the restrooms without a second thought. Now, however, she was acutely aware of a noticeable pressure building in her abdomen. She shifted her weight and rubbed her thighs together as she checked her phone again. This train ride was pretty long, at about 45 minutes, and the window of time before she had to board the next train was narrow.
“I can’t believe you. You do realize I feel what you feel, right? When you have to pee, I have to pee.”
Sorry. I’ll get to the bathroom as soon as I can.
“You say that, but we both know this is going to be a long train ride.”
Black Hanekawa crossed her legs uncomfortably and openly grabbed herself, though it was clear she was exaggerating her motions in protest at Hanekawa’s disregard of her own needs. Hanekawa merely ignored her and tried to push the building feeling of fullness to the back of her mind. For what it was worth, her other self also seemed to settle down, laying back and trying to relax, even as she occasionally rubbed her thighs together and shifted around.
Hanekawa found herself gazing out the window of the train car. They were passing through an area where the city gave way to suburbia, and so the town around her reminded her much of home. She found her mind wandering to Araragi, and Senjougahara, and the others she had come to know and care for. She’d be lying if she didn’t miss them from time to time, but she ultimately knew this trip was for them.
For Araragi.
Hanekawa shook her head. She wasn’t about to go down that path. Her feelings for Araragi were something she considered a settled matter. That was to say that, while she wouldn’t lie and pretend that her lingering feelings had vanished, it was something she would no longer trouble herself with.
Even if she had wanted to let her mind wander to that topic, her thoughts were rudely interrupted by her bladder. It sent a nagging wave of its fullness through Hanekawa’s body, and she found herself pressing her thighs together as she leaned forwards. It was only a small wave, and it passed relatively quickly, but it was an uncomfortable reminder of her full bladder.
Black Hanekawa, on the other hand, was especially bothered, reaching down to grab herself with both hands as she shuffled uncomfortably while lying down. She glared at Hanekawa, pouting as she played up her desperation
“This is all your fault! How can you let yourself be this uncomfortable?”
I didn’t notice before boarding the train. And now I don’t have anywhere to go, so I’ll just have to hold it until we arrive at our destination.
“You’re the worst. That’s so long from now.”
Hanekawa didn’t need the reminder. She shuffled in place uncomfortably as she gauged the fullness of her bladder. Her need was already quite urgent, and they weren’t even halfway through the train ride. Hanekawa was confident she could make it, but she knew that she’d be pretty desperate by the end.
Sorry. I’ll take better care of it from now on.
Black Hanekawa nodded begrudgingly and rolled over onto her side, her hands still jammed between her legs as she rubbed them together.
Halfway through the train ride, and it was worse than Hanekawa thought. Perhaps it was because of that bottle of water she chugged right after getting on, but her bladder was filling alarmingly quickly. Haneka shuffled back and forth, trying not to make too much of a fuss with how closely packed into the train car everyone was. She squeezed her thighs together as she played with the hem of her skirt, both as a distraction, and to fight the urge to openly grab herself. Hanekawa already expected to be desperate by the time the train reached their destination, but she was bordering on desperate already, and they still had 20 minutes left on the train ride.
Naturally, Black Hanekawa wasn’t happy about this at all. She was doing her best still trying to lounge, but in her comfy position on whatever she was laying on, she looked every part someone who had woken up with a full bladder, and desperately didn’t want to get out of bed despite needing to pee. She was tossing and turning, with her legs shifting restlessly. One hand was rubbing her abdomen in discomfort, and the other was jammed firmly against her crotch.
“Hey, are we even going to make it at this rate?”
Of course.
Hanekawa’s reply came quickly, and it was clear she wasn’t fully confident of that herself. Even if she was alone, she wouldn’t be acting half as desperate as her other self, but the fact was her bladder was getting urgently full. She glanced out the window in an attempt to distract herself from her needs, but the rolling rice fields and rural surroundings all blended together, and she couldn’t find anything interesting to latch onto.
Not too long after, Hanekawa was struck with a wave of desperation, and she dipped her kness as she clamped her legs together tightly. The hand grabbing the handle overhead squeezed as she rubbed her abdomen with her other. She bit her lip, counting down the seconds until the wave passed. Even when it subsided, her need to pee was stuck at the forefront of her mind, and if it weren’t for the fact that she was in a crowded car surrounded by others, she’d be restlessly shuffling back and forth by now.
She expected the sawarineko to speak up, but Black Hanekawa was shuffling desperately, with her hands clamped between her legs. Even after she too fought back the wave, she merely focused on holding it.
The next 10 minutes seemed to drag on, with Hanekawa becoming more and more aware of her desperation. She hadn’t been hit with another wave, but she could feel her bladder getting more and more full by the minute. She couldn’t stop herself from shuffling back and forth, crossing and uncrossing her legs urgently as she desperately gazed out the window. She wasn’t even focusing on anything anymore, instead she was absentmindedly waiting for the station, and relief, to roll into view.
Suddenly, a strong wave struck Hanekawa, and she gasped as her knees buckled. She squeezed her thighs together as her bladder squeezed against her. In her mind’s eye, Black Hanekawa wasn’t doing much better. She had shot up, no longer able to keep laying down, and was instead kneeling as she wriggled around desperately. She doubled over and jammed the heel of her foot against her crotch to keep the flood contained.
“We’re seriously going to leak!”
Hanekawa wanted to deny it, but she could feel herself begin to lose control against the wave and was forced to subtly slip a hand down between her legs. She desperately grabbed herself as she clamped her thighs together, begging for the wave to subside.
It finally did, and Hanekawa immediately pulled her hand away from her crotch. She glanced around red-faced, hoping no one had noticed her. Luckily for her, it seemed like no one had.
“I have to peeee!” Black Hanekawa whined, squirming around more openly. Hanekawa herself only wished she could resort to that, but it would draw the attention of everyone nearby. Instead, Hanekawa stood stark still, trying to control her breathing and keeping her muscles tense.
By the time the train rolled into the station, Hanekawa was truly desperate. She had managed to stay dry, but the doors couldn’t open fast enough. The second she was off the train, she danced in place and her eyes darted around, looking for any bathrooms. Unfortunately, this was a much more rural train stop, and there didn’t appear to be anywhere for her to go.
“Come on, we need to find somewhere, fast!” Black Hanekawa urged.
Before we do, I want to know how much time we have, we have to make the next train.
Hanekawa ignored both her own bladder and Black Hanekawa’s protests as she shuffled her way over to the ticket kiosk. She purchased a ticket to the town where she hoped to find a lead on Oshino, and quickly checked when the train would be arriving.
The good news is that she did have some time, but the bad news was it wasn’t long. She glanced around again for any restroom signs, but once again it seemed there wasn’t any in sight, at least on the train platform.
“We better find something fast, we really gotta go!”
As Black Hanekawa squirmed and groaned desperately, Hanekawa resisted the urge to do the same. With awkward steps, she quickly made her way through the small station, desperately searching for any signs of a bathroom. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted one near the entrance, but as though fate itself were playing a cruel trick on her, the bathrooms were being cleaned.
What bad luck.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me, we’ve been holding it for so long!”
Knowing her only hope was finding somewhere with a public restroom close by to the station, Hanekawa rushed down the street. The only thing keeping her from breaking out into a full-on run were the shocks of each step sending uncomfortable vibrations straight through her full bladder. Black Hanekawa squirmed and squeaked as she clamped her thighs together, but her bladder was Hanekawa’s, and she’d get no relief holding herself if Hanekawa outwardly refused to do so.
Hanekawa spotted a convenience store about a block away from the station, and her heart soared. She glanced down at her watch, making sure she had enough time, and hurried down the street towards it. She entered, the door chiming loudly, and she initially made a beeline for the bathrooms towards the back. Unfortunately, however, she caught sight of a rather prominent sign.
Restrooms are for paying customers only.
“What kind of rule is that?” Black Hanekawa complained.
Hanekawa wouldn’t speak up vocally, but she was equally as upset, if only because buying something just to use the bathroom would eat up more time. She checked her watch anxiously again and quickly grabbed a bottle of tea before getting into line at the front counter.
Unfortunately, there were more than a few people ahead of her, and as the minutes ticked down and the line moved slowly, Hanekawa kept glancing between the signs to the restroom, her watch, and the line in front of her.
We don’t have time, we have to get back to the station.
“Are you crazy? We’re bursting here. There’s no way we’re going to make it through another train ride.”
If we miss this train, we won’t make it to the next town before the inn’s closed.
“Yeah, but if we catch the next train, we’ll wet ourselves before we get to the next restroom.”
Hanekawa knew her other self was right. She was desperate, and she didn’t think she’d stay dry through another 30 minute train ride. If this were simply a trip for her sake, Hanekawa would have no problems staying here for the night and waiting to catch an earlier train tomorrow to give her more time to set up accommodations at her destination. However, she was chasing down quite the elusive man in Oshino Meme. Worse still, her information was already pretty out of date, as it had taken her a few days to even return to Japan. Every day she delayed was another chance for Oshino to slip through her grasp.
Her bladder was screaming at her in protest. She had to pee bad enough as it was, and she couldn’t imagine how desperate she’d be even if she did manage to hold it for the entire second train ride. But she was doing this for her, and for Araragi.
We have no other choice.
“I don’t want to have to hold it anymore! Let me take over,” Hanekawa urged, “When I was possessing your body before, there were plenty of times I had to dip behind a bush and let it out. I’m not so embarrassed that I won’t do it here.”
There’s no way I’m letting you do that.
“There’s no way we’re going to make it another 30 minutes!”
Hanekawa ignored the sawarineko and put down the drink she was going to purchase. She started heading back to the station, glancing down each side of the street and desperately hoping that she’d spot another restroom somewhere along the way. Unfortunately, luck really wasn’t on Hanekawa’s side today, and she found herself heading back to the station with her bladder even more full than when she had left.
“I’m not kidding, this is a really bad idea! Let’s at least see if we can get into the station restrooms.”
Hanekawa normally wasn’t the kind of girl who would ignore that kind of sign, but she was desperate. She hobbled over to the restroom doors and tried, hoping they would be unlocked. Unfortunately, the door didn’t budge, and Hanekawa’s last chance at relief was crushed right before her eyes.
To make matters worse, as she was lamenting the closed bathroom, she could hear the sounds of the next train pulling into the station. She needed to be on that train. Her full bladder spasmed in protest and Hanekawa briefly grabbed herself to maintain control. She didn’t know how she was going to make it, only that she had to.
She shuffled over and fed her ticket into the turnstile before entering the nearest train car. It was a small blessing that the train was way less crowded than hers had been. She was able to hobble over to a seat on the bench, towards the back of the car, and sit down, rubbing her knees together desperately.
“This is a bad idea. This is a really bad idea.” Black Hanekawa continued to protest, dancing in place, “You can feel how desperate we are. We’re gonna leak.”
You constantly saying that isn’t helping, Hanekawa shot back. She tried to focus on holding it, squeezing her legs together. She took off her bag and placed it over her lap so she could more covertly hold herself. She slipped her hand between her legs and pressed firmly against her strained pee hole.
Now that she was sitting down, Hanekawa felt a little more confident about holding it. She was still bursting, but she was now able to hold herself without being noticed, and she wasn’t having to stand in a packed train car.
Her confidence was rather short-lived, however. As she felt the train lurch forwards, her bladder sent another spasm shooting through her body. She squeezed and clamped down to contain the flood, but the pressure peaked and overcame her efforts to hold it. A few drops leaked out and soaked into her panties.
Black Hanekawa moaned as she also felt herself leak, despite having both hands jammed right up against her crotch. The small leak soaked into her black panties and she grit her teeth, glaring at Hanekawa for putting the both of them through this desperate ordeal.
After regaining control, Hanekawa squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus all her effort and energy on holding it. There was no point anymore in trying to ignore her swollen bladder. As if she wasn’t desperate enough, every bump, every turn, and every jostle of the train sent urgent waves shooting through her abdomen. She could barely keep her legs still as she rubbed the back of her calf with her other foot, trying to distract herself from the intense pressure building inside of her.
Black Hanekawa wasn’t faring any better. She was back to lying down, with her legs curled up as she pressed hard against her crotch with both hands. She was moaning and whimpering in how desperate she felt, with her bladder sitting like a rock in her abdomen.
“If it were up to me, we’d just get it over with and wet ourselves right here. It’s not like we’re going to make it.”
There’s no way I’m doing that.
Black Hanekawa already knew she’d be instantly shot down, but she groaned in desperation all the same as she squirmed and wriggled in place.
Hanekawa tried to make it as long as possible before checking her phone for the time. She knew it wouldn’t make the train go any faster. All it would do is hammer in just how much longer she needed to hold it. Considering she was already bursting, that was the last thing she wanted to think about.
Unfortunately, as wave after wave of desperation shot through her, she couldn’t help herself. She checked her phone, hoping they were at least halfway through the trip. Her heart dropped when she realized it had barely been 5 minutes. It felt like much longer.
“We’re really not going to make it!” Black Hanekawa protested.
Hanekawa ignored her and tried to think about anything to distract herself. She glanced around the train car. It wasn’t crowded, but there were quite a few others on the train around her. A man was reading a book in the corner. Another couple slept, one with her head on her partner’s shoulder. A family sat on a bench together, the mother constantly having to reign in her bored kids, who wanted nothing more than to run around the rest of the crowd. A group of high-school aged students were sitting and gossiping in the seats across from her, and an older couple were arguing quietly about something or other. A girl that was vaguely reminiscent of Kanbaru sat on the far end of the train car, listening to music without a care in the world.
Hanekawa’s people-watching was abruptly cut short when she was hit with another strong wave of desperation. She bit her lip and grabbed herself tightly beneath her bag, knocking her knees together as she bounced her legs. The intense pressure shot like a bolt of lightning through her abdomen, and even as she tried to clench her muscles harder, she could feel another leak coming on.
Black Hanekawa felt it too, desperately squirming as she once more buried her heel against her crotch. However, neither of their efforts were successful in stopping it. Hanekawa felt a hot spurt escape, soaking into her panties. She quickly moved her hand so she wasn’t pressing the front of her skirt against the damp fabric before reaching back underneath and jamming her fingers right up against her pee hole.
She panted as she leaned forwards, fighting against the wave, trying to regain control. She could see another dribble leak out into Black Hanekawa’s panties as she felt herself leak again. Luckily, however, that was the worst of it, and she was able to stem the flow until the intense pressure let up slightly.
“That was a proper leak, our panties are wet,” Black Hanekawa pointed out, “How are we supposed to hold it for another 20 minutes?”
We don’t have another choice, I’m not going to wet myself in front of all these people!
Hanekawa said that, but now she was getting less and less sure. She had barely managed to wrest control back from her bladder before, and she wasn’t sure how many more of those leaks she could fight off before she lost it. Not to mention her panties were pretty damp now. Sooner or later her pee would begin soaking through them and into her skirt.
Hanekawa managed to hold on for another 5 minutes before her desperation once again struck her hard. It came suddenly, like an intense pressure that she couldn’t alleviate no matter how much she squirmed in her seat. Black Hanekawa let out a whimper and shot up, dancing in place desperately in her mind’s eye.
Hanekawa squeezed her thighs together and drew in strained breaths through clenched teeth. She wanted to make sure she wouldn’t leak again. She desperately pleaded for the wave to pass before her tired muscles gave way, but the more she hoped, the longer the wave seemed to last.
“We’re gonna wet ourselves!” Black Hanekawa groaned.
No, no… please… I gotta hold it. We’re halfway there… just fifteen more minutes!
Even as Hanekawa said it, the idea of holding it for that long seemed more than daunting. It seemed impossible. She squeezed and twisted her legs as she desperately fought back against the wave, and thankfully she felt it subside.
Just then, however, the train rolled over a particularly rough spot on the track, and jostled with a loud clunk. The vibrations went straight into Hanekawa’s overfilled bladder, and even as clenched and grasped at her crotch, she could feel herself let out another spurt into her panties.
Black Hanekawa let out a gasp as the hot spurt dripped out between her fingers, leaving her panties fully soaked. Hanekawa squeezed even tighter and managed to prevent any more from leaking out, but it was clear she was fighting a losing battle.
She covertly moved the fabric of her skirt out from under her, so she was still concealed, but now her bare panties were pressed into the seat below. If she leaked any more like this, at least she wouldn’t get her skirt wet.
Fifteen more minutes… please let me hold it for fifteen more minutes!
“We can’t hold it anymore,” Black Hanekawa pointed out. Her motions certainly spoke to that fact. She was squirming, but rather than the overt desperate dance she had been doing before, she was almost shaking as she clamped her legs together, with both hands jammed firmly between her thighs.
What am I supposed to do, wet myself?
“You have that empty water bottle in your bag, do you think we can… ah!”
Black Hanekawa’s suggestion was cut off when the train went over another bump. It had caught Hanekawa completely off guard, and she hadn’t been prepared for it. She let out another, longer leak, and it took her a moment to fully regain control. She was grateful she had thought to move her skirt out of the way first, because she felt her pee pool against the seat of the train in a small puddle.
Black Hanekawa had suffered the same leak, the stream spurting out through her fingers and running down her bare legs in rivulettes.
“The water bottle… it’s the only way we’re making it through this without wetting ourselves.”
I… I can’t do that!
Hanekawa felt another strong wave of pressure wash over her, and she immediately rethought it. She doubted she’d get away with openly peeing into a water bottle on a train car in plain view of everyone, but if she managed to hide it with her bag, could she get away with it?
She shook her head. There was no way she could bring herself to try, and if anyone caught her, she’d die of embarrassment. She fought back the wave of pressure, managing not to leak this time, and once again reaffirmed her decision.
No, it’s too risky and embarrassing. I can’t.
“But we really can’t hold it anymore, the pressure’s intense, ah, I want to do it, I want to pee. Right here!”
Black Hanekawa removed her hands from her crotch and spread her legs, as though fully prepared to wet herself right then and there. However, nothing happened. She wriggled and groaned in a mixture of desperation and frustration.
“Of course I can’t. This is just your body, after all. I can’t pee unless you do.”
S-sorry. Hang in there.
The minutes on the train ticked by slowly, and Hanekawa was losing control. She let out a couple more leaks, each one harder to stop than the last. All the while, Black Hanekawa continued to moan and groan all the while.
As each minute passed by, Hanekawa’s mind wandered back to the water bottle in her backpack. The idea was becoming more and more tempting. Hanekawa could see herself, slipping the water bottle underneath her skirt, pressing it against her pee hole, and finally letting loose.
At the same time, Hanekawa could also see her making a mess even trying to get it into the bottle, or getting caught from the sound or smell, or worse, losing grip on the water bottle and letting her hot pee spill out all over the floor. She doubted she’d be able to get away with it.
Hanekawa once again shook her head, trying to push the idea of the water bottle to the back of her mind. The more she thought about it, the worse she was making it, and her bladder was squeezing and screaming at her in protest at the very thought of getting to pee. Black Hanekawa, as well, was moaning and whimpering as her legs shook and she kept her hands clamped down against her crotch. Due to all of the leaks, her panties were soaked, and there were streams of pee running down her legs. Here was also a wet spot beneath her, that grew every time Hanekawa lost control of her bladder.
Hanekawa looked up and realized they were finally pulling into the town that was her destination. She could see the station coming up. She had no idea how, but she had made it, at least partially.
Eager to bolt out the train doors as soon as they opened, Hanekawa got up carefully, taking care not to move too quickly lest she slosh around the contents of her overfilled bladder. Even with her care, standing up was awful, and she felt her waistband dig uncomfortably into her abdomen. She stopped and crossed her legs, not caring if others noticed her desperate movements, before heading to the nearest train door and standing there, wriggling in place.
As they pulled into the station, Hanekawa felt herself let out another leak, which soaked straight through her saturated panties and spattered out onto the floor. She clamped down and stemmed the flow before she let anymore out, but her face burned at the idea of anyone noticing. She looked down and was grateful it was only a few small drops.
Black Hanekawa was also in a standing position, unable to stay seated or to sit still, she had also let out the leak, soaking through her fingers and adding to the wet spot on the soft bed beneath her.
“Please hurry, please hurry, please hurry!” She begged, more to the train doors than to Hanekawa herself.
With one final hiss, the doors opened, and Hanekawa dashed out, running into the station. Her eyes darted frantically, searching for any restroom signs. As she danced in place, she felt herself let out another leak and she broke into a run down the station.
She didn’t care anymore. She could feel each rough step send a firm jolt through her bladder, each one causing her to lose drops of pent up urine. Yet she knew the only way she was going to make it was to run. The station wasn’t that large, but no matter where she looked, there wasn’t even the sight of a bathroom sign.
There’s gotta be a restroom here!
“We don’t have time, let’s find somewhere else!”
Black Hanekawa squirmed in place as Hanekawa rushed out the station doors. She glanced around frantically, searching for anything. But it just hit her how rural the town she was visiting was. There was a bank that was closed for the day and what seemed to be a post office, but other than that, most of the houses were residential.
Hanekawa let out another leak, a longer one this time, and Black Hanekawa let out a gasp. The hot pee spurted out from between her fingers and pooled beneath her legs. Hanekawa knew she was at her limit. There was simply no more holding it, no matter how much she wanted.
“Over there! That alley!” Black Hanekawa called out, and Hanekawa spotted it in her periphery.
She charged into the alley way, letting out another leak before slipping into the shadows behind a dumpster. She hiked her skirt up, not bothering to remove her already-soaked panties, and not a moment later, the dams burst.
Her overfilled bladder squeezed out one last time, and Hanekawa felt the pee gush out of her like a burst water balloon. It sprayed forcefully through her panties as though they weren’t even there, hitting the wall and floor of the alleyway in front of her and pooling into a messy puddle beneath her shoes.
In her mind’s eye, she could see Black Hanekawa wetting herself too. She was squatting down, her head thrown back as pee gushed unabashedly out of her. It soaked and sprayed through her black panties messily and pooled with the rest of the wet patches by her feet. Black Hanekawa herself moaned in bliss as she openly savored the relief she had been begging for that whole time.
Hanekawa, while much more reserved, leaned forwards and supported herself against the wall of the alley as she panted, feeling her legs buckle beneath her now the the utter strain of holding it in was subsiding. The sharp pressure in her bladder dulled into a throbbing ache as she let herself fully take in and savor the relief. As the intense pressure died off slightly, pee began to stream down her legs, their flow hampered by her drenched panties. Hanekawa couldn’t even be bothered as she continued to openly pee, letting everything out.
It was quite a while before Hanekawa stopped peeing, and naturally her inner self had finished at the same time. The two were drenched, dripping with pee as they sat there, panting from the utter relief they had felt. Hanekawa couldn’t remember ever being that desperate, and part of her was still in disbelief that she had actually managed to make it through the second train ride without fully wetting herself.
“Hey,” Black Hanekawa spoke through heavy breaths, even as she practically collapsed into her own puddle, “We should probably move before someone sees us.”
Oh. Right.
Hanekawa rummaged through her bag and found a pack of tissues. She fixed up her legs as best as possible, though she could still feel them slightly damp with her own pee, and lowered her skirt, hiding her absolutely soaked panties. She briefly considered taking them off, but she would get to change at the inn soon enough.
Black Hanekawa, with the luxury of being in Hanekawa’s mind, and not in the physical world, snapped her fingers, and her wet panties and the wet patch were immediately replaced with an imaginary bath. Naturally, the sawarineko had removed her clothes too, and was poking her bare body over the rim of the tub.
“Let’s never hold it that long ever again, okay?”
Agreed.
Hanekawa left the alley and her puddle behind, and stepped back out onto the street, making sure no one saw her as she set off. She pulled up a map on her phone that lead to the inn, and she was able to navigate her way there with no problems.
And now for the epilogue, or rather the punchline. Upon arriving at the inn, Hanekawa quickly learned that the person she was looking for, or rather, the person she was told about by the half-vampire she spoke to in Europe, was running the inn.
Coincidentally, this person was also a vampire.
Though, rather than being a vampire who was a danger to humans, this seemed to be a vampire who had integrated into human society as much as possible, and struck up a deal with some negotiators. Much like Dramaturgy.
One of these negotiators was, of course, Oshino Meme. Although, apparently he hadn’t heard from Oshino in many years. He had a few leads, but it was another dead end, and Hanekawa would have to go on another wild goose chase.
However, that wasn’t the only thing Hanekawa found out.
Because the owner of the inn was a vampire, the inn was actually open 24 hours a day, and thus, Hanekawa never had to rush to get to the town before nightfall. Hanekawa used her common sense to guess that an inn for a small, rural town so far outside any major city would be closed at night. However, she had no way of knowing this one strange inn was an exception to that.
“I really can’t believe we held it for that long and nearly wet ourselves for no reason!” Black Hanekawa complained, “You were so sure we needed to rush, but really we could’ve taken our time and found a bathroom!”
Well, Hanekawa laughed as she found this news out, I had no way of knowing. After all, I don’t know everything. I just know what I know.
End
Edited July 18, 2022 by Railgun-sama
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This story is a commission. It involves a couple of seniors with an aversion to using public bathrooms getting stuck needing to pee on a field trip. I hope you all enjoy!
The Senior Trip
The sweltering summer heat beat down on the small school parking lot as Taylor stepped out of her car, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand as she scanned the group of students for her friend. As she searched, she swept her dark brown hair over her shoulders and reached down to adjust the hem of her tight denim skirt. She also wore a thin white tank top which barely hid the vibrant orange bikini top she had on underneath. Ordinarily such attire would be inappropriate for a school outing, but she had graduated already, so this was barely even a high school trip anymore.
She spotted a slim girl with dirty blonde hair and smiled before making her way over to her. Her friend was wearing a light blue t-shirt that was tied to reveal her midriff, with a black pleated skirt that stopped halfway down her thighs.
“Hey Nicole! How’s it hanging?” Taylor called out as she came up to her.
Nicole smiled, “Taylor! Thank god you’re here. It’s so goddamn hot out, and I was super bored.”
“Oh yeah, it’s brutal today. Good thing we’re going to a water park!”
Technically it was an aquarium, but that was a distinction neither Taylor or any of the other students seemed to care about. It was the famous after-graduation trip to the Ocean and Sealife Center that all seniors could opt into. Unlike most field trips, the school paid for entry and transportation, but the trip was largely unchaperoned. Ostensibly it was supposed to be an educational look at marine biology, ecology, and other scientific studies, but all seniors saw it as a giant post-graduation celebration at the coolest water park in the state.
“Yeah, but the least they can do is let us on the buses early,” Nicole complained, fanning her face with her hand dramatically, “Like, I get we gotta wait for everyone to get here or whatever, but can’t we at least sit down?”
Taylor looked over at the two large charter buses the school got specifically for the trip. It was a two and a half hour drive out of the city and closer to the coast where the center was situated, so she wasn’t surprised they splurged for the trip. Imagining a ride that long on a standard yellow school bus sounded like a nightmare.
“Imagine how nice it’ll be to get to sit down in that AC,” Taylor spoke, gazing longingly through the windows of one of the buses.
“Oh yeah, is the AC in your Camry still busted?” Nicole asked.
“Yeah. I had the windows down, but I was dying on the way here. Oh!”
Taylor reached into the large bag slung over her shoulder and pulled out an ice cold water bottle.
“Want some water? I brought some for both of us. Of course, I chugged half of mine on the way here.”
Nicole reached into her own bag and held up a tumbler filled with ice and water, “I got my own. Thanks, though.”
Taylor nodded and put her bottle down, while Nicole took a large swig from hers. Suddenly, they noticed commotion from the crowd and one of the teachers came out.
“Okay everyone! Line up in an orderly fashion, and we’ll check you in one-by-one. Seats are two by two per row, so pair up if you want to sit together. You’ll have plenty of time to move as a group once we get there, so I don’t want to hear any complaining that you didn’t get to sit with your friends. You’re adults, please behave!”
“Works for me,” Taylor said, turning to Nicole, “It’s just us today, right?”
“Yeah,” Nicole nodded, “The others either couldn’t come, or didn’t want to.”
With that, the two paired up and checked in one after another. They were given their passes as plastic bracelets that marked them as part of the school group, which would allow them access to the park when they got there. They were then ushered onto the bus, and Taylor grabbed the window seat. Nicole plopped down next to her, and the two let out contented sighs as they basked in the glory of the air conditioner.
As Taylor leaned back, however, she felt a slight tinge in her bladder, and shifted uncomfortably. Her eyes immediately darted to the back where there was a single bathroom, as was common on these fancier buses. However, Taylor didn’t plan on using it. She hated using public restrooms, and pretty much avoided them at all costs.
This had led to a number of close calls and desperate situations for her, but it was all the same to her if she could avoid the nasty school bathrooms. Pushing her urge to the back of her mind, she leaned back into her chair and turned to Nicole.
“You ready for a two and a half hour drive?”
“No,” Nicole replied bluntly, making Taylor laugh.
The two watched as the rest of the bus was loaded, and the students were instructed to buckle up, though the teacher supervising Taylor and Nicole’s bus didn’t bother checking to make sure everyone had or not before giving the go-ahead. Taylor felt the bus lurch forwards and pull out onto the main road, and the seniors were all on their way.
“Ah shit,” Nicole frowned, shuffling uncomfortably. Taylor looked over at her and saw Nicole dart her head to the back of the bus.
“What’s wrong?”
Nicole looked around to make sure no one else could hear them, and then leaned in and admitted in a low whisper, “I gotta pee a little. It’s not too bad now, but we do have a long trip ahead of us.”
“Oh yikes,” Taylor replied. If they weren’t in a bus filled with other students, Taylor would’ve admitted that she also had to go. As it was, however, she merely asked, “Did you go before you left the house?”
Nicole shook her head, “I forgot, I was too busy texting Rose.”
“Ah,” Taylor nodded. She felt another twinge in her bladder and figured that, for the sake of making it through the long trip, she would steer the conversation away from the bathroom for now.
“Too bad she had that stupid vacation with her grandparents and couldn’t come with us.”
“Yeah, apparently it’s really boring. They got rained in for like, two days, and there’s terrible internet at the cabin where they’re staying. She’s pissed she didn’t get to come with us.”
“That does suck,” Taylor agreed.
Nicole pulled out her phone and grabbed her water bottle to take another swig, almost absentmindedly. Her legs shifted slightly as she drank, but other than that, Taylor saw no outward signs she had to pee. She hoped for Nicole’s sake that it wasn’t urgent. Nicole hated the school bathrooms almost as much as Taylor.
Taylor could feel the twinge slowly grow into a background urge, and her mind thought back to all that water she had chugged on the ride there. With her car’s AC broken, it was all she could do to stay cool and hydrated in the sweltering summer. Now, however, all of that was making its way into her bladder, and they weren’t even 10 minutes from the school yet.
Taylor wasn’t super worried, however. If there was one thing her aversion to public restrooms had given to her, it was a bladder of steel.
The two fell into silence, Nicole scrolling on her phone and Taylor gazing idly out the window. She considered joining her friend in browsing social media, but she enjoyed gazing out the window on road trips. It had become almost an unspoken rule for Taylor to take the window seat whenever they traveled together.
Taylor was able to ignore her bladder for the most part, but every once in a while she would become aware of how fast it was filling up. Worse still, she was starting to get a bit parched. She didn’t want to add more fluid than was necessary, especially if she was going to make it through the trip, but she couldn’t help it if she was thirsty. She reached down and rummaged through her bag, pulling out one of her water bottles and taking a swig before setting it down next to her between the seat and the window sill. It was probably just her mind, but the second the water hit her lips, Taylor could swear she felt her bladder fill up just that bit more, and she pressed her thighs together.
Aside from her filling bladder, the bus ride wasn’t that uncomfortable. The charter buses were comfortable and Taylor was perfectly content watching the city and pedestrians zoom past the window. Occasionally, Nicole would turn and share a funny image or meme to Taylor, but for the most part, the two sat in silence. It wasn’t until roughly 40 minutes into the trip that Nicole spoke up.
“Oh yeah, did you hear Jacob and Rose are dating?”
“No way. Those two, really?”
“Yeah, here,” Nicole held up her phone and showed Taylor a post with the two of them hugging and announcing their relationship, dated to a week ago.
“What the hell?” Taylor asked, “I thought Jacob was gay!”
“You thought Jacob was gay?” Nicole echoed inquisitively.
“Uh, yeah. He dated that prick Brandon, remember?”
“Oh shit, I totally forgot about that,” Nicole gasped, smirking, “Didn’t they break up, like, 2 weeks later?”
“Yeah, because Brandon was a prick,” Taylor frowned, reaching for her water bottle again, “But seriously, I can’t believe Rose is dating Jacob.”
“Same, honestly, but that was because I thought Rose was into you,” Nicole mentioned nonchalantly.
Taylor picked a bad time to try to take a sip. She choked and nearly spit out her water, and some made it down the wrong pipe, causing a bit of a coughing fit. Each cough squeezed her bladder, and even though she didn’t have to go that bad yet, for a second she thought she might actually leak a little.
Nicole reached over and rubbed her back until Taylor recovered, and when she finally did, she looked over at her blonde friend, “W-what? Why would Rose be into me?”
“Because she gets this super dumb grin every time she looks at you,” Nicole pointed out, “And she totally flirted you at Kevin’s Christmas party that one time. And she’s like, always staring at your ass.”
“Oh come on, she only flirted with me at the Christmas party because Kevin’s brother spiked the eggnog. And I don’t think smiling when you’re talking to a friend is really that weird,” Taylor pointed out before turning to Nicole directly, “Besides, YOU’RE always staring at my ass.”
“Come on, I’m your best friend. I’m allowed to stare at your ass. Platonically,” Nicole pointed out, before making obvious eye-contact towards Taylor’s shapely hips, “It is a nice ass.”
“Shut up,” Taylor rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, “Besides, clearly you were wrong, and Rose doesn’t like me, because she’s dating Jacob apparently.”
“Ooh, was that jealousy I hear? But like, for which one?” Nicole pondered, narrowing her eyes at Taylor
“Neither! Come on, Nicole,” Taylor shook her head.
“Right, right, sorry,” Nicole said, though Taylor was dubious as to how serious she was being. She then leaned in again and lowered her voice, “Honestly I just wanted to take my mind off of needing to pee.”
“Is it that bad?” Taylor asked, concerned. She briefly considered admitting to her own needs, but the thought of anyone else overhearing was enough of a deterrent not to.
“I don’t have to go that bad, at least not yet, but these bumps aren’t helping,” Nicole shuffled in place as she complained, her voice barely above a whisper, “We’re not even halfway there, though.”
“Well, hopefully you don’t have to resort to using that,” Taylor motioned to the toilet towards the back.
Taylor hated using public toilets in general. She couldn’t imagine what it was like to use a tiny toilet on a bus. She had been forced to use a plane toilet before, and given the choice between using one again and outright wetting herself, Taylor wasn’t sure which she’d rather do. Knowing Nicole, she wasn’t any more eager to resort to the charter bus’s facilities.
“Yeah, that would be super lame,” Nicole scoffed, “I should be fine, though.”
Despite Nicole saying that, she didn’t sound super confident. She wasn’t openly desperate yet, but then again, neither was Taylor, but she was acutely aware of her own filling bladder. Her urges were still at the point where she could push them to the back of her mind, but every once in a while, a bump would trigger a wave of urgency that Taylor had to actively fight.
The two continued to chat idly, mostly gossiping about their friends and the other seniors, trying to avoid any who were on the bus and could overhear. They talked about Jen and her three-boyfriends incident, the drama between Geoff and Craig which had nearly started a school-wide civil war, and of course, what their entire senior class had unanimously dubbed “Promageddon”.
The discussions managed to burn a decent amount of their remaining trip, but it was quickly becoming harder and harder for Taylor to keep her mind off of the fullness in her bladder. It was a sensation she was accustomed to, given her tendency to avoid public toilets at nearly all costs, and part of her actually enjoyed the fullness.
The other part of her, however, was acutely aware that they still had nearly an hour left on their trip, and each bump, each sharp turn, and every time the bus slowed down and sped up, the movement transferred straight into Taylor’s bladder, which was sitting full in her abdomen.
Nicole didn’t look much better. She was staring at her phone like before, but Taylor could tell she was unfocused, and she was bouncing a leg up and down as she leaned forwards slightly. She had also gone back to her water bottle less and less, and her thighs were rubbing tightly together. An outsider probably wouldn’t be able to tell, but Taylor knew her best friend. Nicole had to pee.
Suddenly, they hit a really rough bump, and Nicole visibly clenched up, raising her legs and shuffling in place as her eyes widened in panic for the briefest of moments. It seemed to subside quickly, but she was sitting even stiffer than before, and Taylor could see her knuckles clenching the hem of her skirt tightly. The bump had also sent a wave of desperation through Taylor, but it hadn’t affected her nearly as much.
“You holding up alright?” Taylor whispered.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Nicole refused to look up from her phone, “My bladder’s like, really full, though?”
Taylor’s own bladder spasmed, and Taylor finally resolved to share her own needs with Nicole. She looked around, making sure no one was listening in, and lowered her voice to the quietest whisper, “I’m pretty full too.”
“Well, I guess I’m glad it’s not just me, then,” Nicole smiled, “You think you can make it through the trip?”
“I should be asking you that,” Taylor pointed out, “You look worse off than me.”
“I’ll be fine, it’s pretty urgent, but nothing I’m not used to,” Nicole pointed out.
“Same here,” Taylor nodded, “Hey, did you want to play a road trip game to get our mind off of things?”
“Pfft, no,” Nicole shot down immediately, “That sounds super lame.”
“Come on,” Taylor suggested, “It’ll help us get our mind off of our bladders.”
“Fine, fine,” Nicole rolled her eyes. She shuffled and leaned forwards to see out the window, “So, what, like I spy?”
“Sure,” Taylor nodded. She leaned forwards, taking care not to put too much pressure on her bladder, and glanced around until she spotted what she wanted to use, “I spy with my little eye, something gray.”
Nicole crossed her arms, “You’ve gotta be kidding me. That’s, like, 80% of the cars on the road.”
“Yeah, but which one?” Taylor asked.
Nicole shook her head, “Ugh, fine, that CX-5 over there.”
Taylor looked to where Nicole was pointing, but there were at least three vehicles that way.
“Which one’s the CX-5?”
“Oh, that SUV with the stupid jesus bumper sticker. It’s a Mazda CX-5.”
“No, it wasn’t that one,” Taylor shook her head, “But wait, you know cars?”
“Yeah, I know cars,” Nicole shrugged, “I like cars. You didn’t know that?”
“No I didn’t know that,” Taylor crossed her arms, “Since when do you like cars?”
“Since I got my license.”
“You got your license a year ago,” Taylor pointed out, “You’ve never told me you like cars.”
“I thought I did,” Nicole shrugged, “Well, anyway, if it’s not that one, then it’s gotta be the Corolla, right? That’s the dark gray car with the electrical tape on the tail light.”
“No, it wasn’t that one either.”
Suddenly, the bus ran over a rather large bump, and both Taylor and Nicole immediately both winced in recoil. Taylor crossed her legs together and stifled a loud eep of surprise as she danced around in her seat, and Nicole almost doubled over and discretely jammed her hand between her legs for the briefest of moments until she regained control.
“This game sucks,” Nicole complained, “I gotta pee.”
“Me too,” Taylor whispered in agreement, “How much longer until we get there?”
Nicole checked her phone and groaned, “Fourty minutes left.”
Taylor tried to gauge her fullness. She was starting to get desperate now, and her bladder was still filling up. She didn’t mind the pressure building in her abdomen, in fact, she held it so frequently she actually found that she enjoyed it, but the nagging thought that she’d be forced to use the awful toilet in the back of the charter bus still made her worry if she could hold it until they got there.
Nicole herself looked really desperate already. She was barely able to keep herself still, and Taylor bet Nicole wanted nothing more than to openly hold herself and put much needed outside pressure against her straining pee hole. The blonde’s hair bobbed from side to side as she shuffled in her seat, and Taylor was about to ask if she was alright before Nicole let out a defeated sigh and reached for her seatbelt.
“I really gotta go,” Nicole announced, still whispering.
“You’re gonna use that shitty toilet?”
“I don’t want to, but I don’t know if I’m gonna make it,” Nicole admitted.
She undid her buckle and stood up, making a shaky beeline for the back bathroom. She was tossed around a bit as the bus bounced and turned on the rather curvy stretch of road they were on, and Nicole had to stop more than once. She knocked on the bathroom door and entered, only to emerge not too long after, and head back to her seat, looking no less restless or uncomfortable.
“That was quick,” Taylor pointed out.
“I didn’t go,” Nicole frowned, rubbing her knees together desperately, “There was piss all over the seat. I bet it was Hank. He was like, the last person to go in there I think.”
“Aw, goddamn it Hank,” Taylor frowned, “Are you going to be okay?”
“I don’t know,” Nicole admitted, “But there’s no way I’m sitting down on that thing.”
As the trip continued, it seemed like time slowed to a crawl. Taylor knew it was likely because both of them were growing more desperate by the minute. Nicole had fallen silent, burying herself into her phone. She was shuffling restlessly, twisting and crossing her legs as though trying to find that perfect spot where she’d be able to find just that little bit of comfort. Taylor was all too familiar with the feeling.
Her own bladder shot a desperate wave through her and she was forced to briefly grab herself, pulling up her skirt and jamming a hand between her legs as she squeezed her eyes shut. She took careful breaths as she clenched her teeth together and waited for the desperation to subside. She managed to fight off the wave, but just barely.
Taylor tried to stare out the window for something to distract her, but it was impossible to ignore the pressure in her bladder at this point. She reflected on it, the feeling of fullness she felt so many times. All those times she barely made it through the day, rushing home absolutely bursting and finally letting it out on the toilet. All the times she didn’t make it, where she was forced to duck behind a bush or find somewhere stealthy to hide to relieve herself.
It almost excited her, but now, she found that she was just checking her phone and hoping that the time on their trip would count down to 0. More for Nicole’s sake than her own.
When there was 20 minutes left into the trip, Nicole let out a quiet gasp and openly jammed her hands between her skirt. No one else was paying attention, thankfully, but it was clear to Taylor that Nicole was reaching her limit.
“Taylor,” Nicole asked, a clear blush on her face, “D-do… do you have a spare pad?”
Taylor rummaged around through her bag and found some, “Yeah. Why?”
“I can’t hold it anymore,” Nicole admitted, “I’m going to pee into one, a little bit. I have to let some out.”
Taylor hurriedly handed her a pad, expecting Nicole to rush back to the bathroom. Instead, she started opening it up right there, and Taylor panicked.
“What? Here?”
“Leslie just went into the bathroom,” Nicole said, “I’m like, seriously going to wet myself if I wait.”
Taylor looked around. The seats were large enough and divided enough that they just might be able to get away with it. Taylor was worried for Nicole, but thanks to her friend’s tied t-shirt, she could see the bulge of Nicole’s bladder. She really was bursting.
“At least switch with me so you’re not in the aisle seat,” Taylor suggested.
The two girls awkwardly, and desperately, maneuvered around each other, and with some difficulty Nicole managed to sit herself down in the window seat. She waited a brief moment and stopped when she noticed that some people were watching them because of their sudden movement. Nicole waited there, legs shaking as she tried to hold it until interest in what they were doing faded. Taylor made an effort to look like they were still gossiping, and luckily that helped lose the interest of everyone watching them.
The second the coast was clear, Taylor nodded to Nicole, and she unwrapped the pad. She unbuckled her skirt and shoved the pad down underneath the waistband of her panties, holding it in place with her hand. She pressed it tightly against her pee hole, and let her aching muscles loose. Almost immediately she heard a short hiss as she let out a spurt. Her bladder spasmed and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp. She let another spurt out, weaker as to not make any noise, and then another. She felt the pressure against the pad with her hand as she continued to pee in short bursts, too afraid to let it flow freely. Nicole was sure that if she got a steady flow going, she wouldn’t be able to stop it.
Each time she stopped it felt like all of her pee was slamming against her aching pee hole like a battering ram trying to force its way out, however she could feel her actions relieving some of the pressure. She kept letting out leaks into the pad until it was saturated, all too soon. She had obtained merely a modicum of relief, but it would be enough to last the rest of the trip.
She removed the pee-soaked pad and Taylor handed her a plastic bag. She tied it off and tossed it into her bag. She’d have to throw it out later.
“I don’t think anyone noticed, I was keeping lookout,” Taylor mentioned.
Nicole let out a sigh of relief, “That’s good. I really needed that. I still gotta pee like crazy, but I was like, actually about to piss myself before.”
“God, I couldn’t imagine doing something like that,” Taylor blushed, “Honestly, I might’ve just used the dumb bathroom at that point, disgusting or not.”
Nicole smiled, “That’s super lame, though. This was way more fun.”
“What the hell?” Taylor asked.
“Oh come on,” Nicole crossed her arms, “I mean, I literally just peed, right here, and didn’t get caught. Isn’t that, like, super cool?”
“No,” Taylor shook her head, “What if someone saw you?”
“I’d probably die of embarrassment,” Nicole shrugged, “But the important part is no one did.”
Taylor shrugged, “Anyway, we have 15 minutes left. Did that buy you enough time?”
Nicole nodded, even as she squeezed her thighs together desperately, “Yeah, it did.”
Taylor wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline of what Nicole had done, or the fact that they were almost there, but the last stretch of the trip went by in a flash, and soon the two charter buses were pulling up to a designated spot near the entrance. Taylor grit her teeth at the large, flowing fountains displayed prominently at the front, right in front of a large sign reading “The Ocean and Sealife Center”. It was appropriate for an aquarium, but the running water did nothing to help Taylor’s full bladder, and she imagined Nicole was equally bothered.
“Let’s hope the teacher bullshit doesn’t take too long,” Nicole spoke as they both stood up unsteadily, “I really gotta go.”
“Me too, I’m bursting,” Taylor agreed.
The two headed out and gathered in a crowd with the other students as the teachers gave out basic instructions. Taylor wasn’t paying attention to any of it. She really needed to pee, and all she could do was shift her weight from foot to foot as her full bladder nagged her for relief. She hated public bathrooms, but anything was better than going on the bus.
Nicole next to her was bouncing up and down, thighs rubbing together. The relief of pressure from earlier had helped, but not nearly enough, and not only was she back to feeling like she was ready to burst, but having tasted relief had only made it worse somehow. Nicole felt a particularly strong spasm shoot through her aching bladder, and she wasn’t able to stop a small leak from escaping into her panties before she could clamp the floodgates shut.
The briefing dragged on for far too long for either of their tastes, and as soon as the teachers dismissed all the students and ushered them towards the check-in, Taylor and Nicole were half-running, half-hobbling to make it through the gates.
They managed to push towards the front of the crowd of students, and as they passed through the check-in gate and had their wristbands scanned, Taylor felt a wave of desperation crash into her. She grit her teeth and buckled her knees, trying not to break out completely into a pee dance as she desperately hoped she wouldn’t leak.
She managed to make it through, and as soon as Nicole was in after her, the two made a beeline for the one thing they’d never consider using any other time-- the public restrooms. However, the second they made their way to the signs, their faces dropped.
“What the hell? Why are the lines so long? It’s not like they just opened,” Nicole frowned, bobbing up and down desperately.
“I know, and none of them are in our group! This can’t be that busy of a day, can it?” Taylor added.
Before she could answer that, another strong spasm hit her bladder, and she doubled over. The wave was particularly strong this time. Taylor tried to clamp her thighs together and squeeze as hard as she could, but she couldn’t stop a small leak from spurting out of her and into her panties.
“Shit,” Taylor grit her teeth, “Nicole, I can’t hold it.”
“Me neither,” Nicole agreed. She looked around frantically, eyes scanning their surroundings as they both danced desperately, “Here, follow me, there’s that outside area over there.”
Taylor followed Nicole into an outside courtyard that looked like it connected many different parts of the aquarium. This was worse, though, because there were multiple fountains, and large waterfalls in the center framing an art piece depicting a variety of sea life.
“This running water is not helping, Nicole!” Taylor said through gritted teeth.
“I know, hold on!” Nicole shot back. She scanned the area and her eyes lit up, “Over there.”
Nicole pointed to a small side fountain that was somewhat out of the way. It was off any of the main paths and it didn’t look like anyone was around it. She dragged Taylor to the fountain.
“Okay, now we just slip off our panties, hike the back of our skirts over the ledge, and we can pee into this fountain while sitting down. It’ll look like we’re just resting,” Nicole suggested.
“Are you kidding me, I’m not doing that!” Taylor blushed, crossing her arms, “Seriously, you dragged us out here for that?”
“Well, it’s either that, or we could wait in that super long line for the bathrooms,” Nicole pointed out, “We’re kind of out of options, and time.”
Nicole looked around to make sure no one was watching before tucking behind a wall near the fountain and slipping her panties off. She bunched them up and tossed them into her bag before motioning over to Taylor for her to do the same.
“There’s no way in hell,” Taylor blushed.
“Fine, suit yourself,” Nicole rolled her eyes. She scooted herself onto the stone and carefully hiked her skirt up so it looked modest while not blocking anything between her bare crotch and the water. She made sure she was far enough back that her ass was hanging over the edge, and was about to let lose, when Taylor doubled over again.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna piss myself,” Taylor whined, “Fine, I’ll do it.”
In one swift motion, Taylor joined Nicole on the edge of the fountain, and both of their dams practically burst. Nicole metered her flow and tapered it off to a quiet trickle, while Taylor couldn’t help but piss openly and forcefully into the fountain. Taylor threw her head back and sighed as she felt the beginning of relief was over her aching bladder.
Nicole was hunched forwards, panting and letting her overfilled bladder slowly drain away into the fountain. Her muscles had only tasted relief earlier, but even now she was taking care not to make her stream too loud or obvious. She glanced over to make sure Taylor’s wasn’t being too obvious, but luckily Taylor had stayed pretty hydrated. Her pee was a pale yellow that disappeared quickly.
Unfortunately, Nicole’s own stream was much less dilute, coming out as a strong golden yellow. Taylor looked over and noticed that obvious clouds of pale yellow were emanating from there end of the fountain. Her eyes widened, and she panicked.
“Nicole, we have to stop, people are gonna notice!”
“No, I can’t, I’m not even halfway empty yet!”
“Seriously, we’re turning the fountain yellow!”
“Damnit, fine,” Nicole grit her teeth.
Both girls fought desperately to stem the flow, and while Taylor managed it easily, Nicole had much more difficulty. Her muscles were strained and she had already stopped before. Not to mention despite having let out a decent amount of pee, far more than the pad had absorbed, her tired muscles and all the stopping and starting had only made Nicole’s desperation worse.
“Now what?” Nicole asked, “I’m super desperate still.”
“Is there another bathroom around?” Taylor asked, though neither of them were familiar with the layout of the aquarium.
“I don’t know, but let’s find something quick, I’m like, really about to piss myself.”
The two girls hobbled around for somewhere, anywhere to relieve themselves. They soon spotted another sign for restrooms and made a beeline for it. Taylor’s bladder screamed in protest as she barreled down the hall towards relief, and Nicole was leaving droplets of pee on the floor. She couldn’t hold it anymore without leaking, and she didn’t have to worry about it anyway, considering she wasn’t wearing panties.
The two finally made it to the bathrooms, which were down a long, out of the way hall that didn’t seem to lead anywhere else. Taylor rushed over to the door to the ladies room and tugged on the handle, expecting it to swing open, but it caught almost instantly, it was locked.
“No, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Taylor cursed, “The one time I WANT to use a public restroom!”
“Fuck,” Nicole doubled over as shef let out a longer spurt onto the floor, “I’m trying something.”
She rushed over to the door to the men’s room and it swung open no problem. Nicole rushed in and Taylor reluctantly followed.
Nicole barely had time to hike up her skirt and position herself over one of the urinals before she lost control completely. Pee gushed out of her like a waterfall, splattering both into the urinal and onto the floor. Nicole let out an almost orgasmic moan as she finally allowed herself to fully relax and relieve herself.
Taylor briefly considered just using a stall, but Nicole had already crossed the bridge. Taylor rushed over to the stall next to Nicole’s and hiked up her own skirt before joining her friend.
Despite Nicole’s utter torrent, Taylor’s stream was even messier, and she had to stop and adjust a few times before she made it directly into the urinal. When she did finally allow herself to relax, it was bliss. She all but forgot they were two girls peeing into urinals in a men’s bathroom, and could be caught any time.
If that bothered Nicole at all, you couldn’t tell it from her face. Nicole’s eyes were hazed over as she took in the absolute, blissful relief. Holding through that long bus ride, and then having to start and stop multiple times to not get caught, had brought her to the brink. Rather than just relieving herself after holding it for a long time, she had legitimately lost complete control as soon as she was positioned over the urinal. A second too late, and she’d be pissing uncontrollably on the floor.
Despite starting later, Taylor finished before Nicole, her stream trickling off and dribbling into the floor beneath her feet. She let out a heavy sigh and turned to Nicole. Taylor prided herself on having a bladder of steel, but for Nicole to still be peeing, she had to have been holding way more than Taylor thought.
It felt like forever before Nicole finally stopped, and even after, rather than fixing her skirt or moving to wipe herself, she just sat there, panting in utter relief. It wasn’t until Taylor tapped her on her shoulder and handed her some toilet paper she grabbed from one of the stalls that Nicole even moved again. The two wiped themselves off and dropped their skirts.
“Goddamn, I really had to pee,” Nicole said.
“Same,” Taylor agreed, “I can’t believe we used urinals, of all things.”
“I guess technically we didn’t have to put our asses on some grody toilet seat, right?”
“I’d agree with you, but we had our asses on that fountain earlier.”
“Yeah, but that was way more fun, until you stopped us. Seriously, I came super close to pissing myself.”
“With how long you pissed here, there’s no way you wouldn’t have turned that whole fountain yellow,” Taylor pointed out, “We would’ve been caught for sure.”
Nicole let out a defeated sigh, “I guess you have a point there. And honestly, if I hadn’t stopped when I did, I probably wouldn’t have been able to.”
Taylor nodded triumphantly before she turned to the door, “Now, let’s get out of here before someone sees us. Actually wait, we should put our panties back on.”
“I’m gonna leave mine off, to make it easier if I need to relieve myself somewhere before we leave. There’s like, no way in hell I’m getting on that bus without my bladder completely empty. Maybe you should leave yours off too.”
“Why would I do that?” Taylor crossed her arms.
“Because we both know you hate public bathrooms as much, if not more, than me,” Nicole pointed out, “Also it’s more fun.”
“You’re impossible,” Taylor shook her head.
“Also maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get a nice view of that ass.”
“Really?”
“Like, platonically, I mean.”
“Whatever, let’s just go before someone catches us.”
“Yeah, let’s.”
The End
Edited July 18, 2022 by Railgun-sama
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Hello, this is my first short story. My debut novel-length story is still in progress and is still being actively worked on. But I’ve had the time to work on a new short story, with a new perspective. I hope no one finds the character being a mother too off-putting, in fact, I’ve made this story as wholesome as possible. For anyone brave enough to stick around, you will be rewarded with some of my best writing to date.
This story contains: Pooping, farting, sexual references, light messing, bathroom-control, minimal pee, desperation, embarrassment, humiliation, sexual themes and references
If you’re here for pee, unfortunately, this story is extremely pooping focused, if you aren’t into pooping at all, not even in regards to desperation and embarrassment, unfortunately this story isn’t for you. I do plan on creating exclusively peeing/wetting stories soon, so stand by. But my first short story will only feature poop and sexual themes.
The Urgent Business of a Busy Businesswoman (6,324 words, Poop warning, sexual themes)
Jennifer had a busy schedule. She could only afford to stay in bed beside her lover, husband and father of two healthy, energetic young boys for the first alarm. As the second blared aloud, she knew she couldn’t delay any longer. As she got to get up out of bed, her husband in his lucid slumber clutched her by the stomach and pulled her back to him.
“Just a bit longer,” he asked wearily.
“You sleep in, I need to get our boys up,” she replied.
Defeated, he rolled over and slept in a little bit longer. But the clock was 6:11 AM. He could afford to sleep in, but she couldn’t. Especially not in her current predicament. And as soon as she sat up on the bedside, her uncomfortable, bloated abdomen churned in irritation at her sudden movements. She put her hand on her belly, and she knew what she had to do next.
In her pajama bottoms, and topless without even a bra with peace of mind knowing that her sons need to be woken up and wouldn’t disturb her, she occupied the bathroom. Just over fifteen minutes should have been enough time for her to lighten up. She pulled her bottoms down and slowly eased the massive berth of her hips and buttocks onto the seat. She got up, readjusted and pulled her cheeks further apart with her hands. Her bottom was hanging over the rim of the toilet seat. Having children certainly made her wider and bottom-heavy. Her husband seemed to like it. But she didn’t.
She heaved down, but all she could manage was a slow puff of wind. Her more desperate need made itself known as she started filling the bowl with bright yellow. The torrent of her stream splashed and dappled into the water below, accepting it graciously. She was particularly loud in the bathroom, in all aspects, she felt she couldn’t help it, and in spite of her shyness, she didn’t bother to mask the sounds she made nor did she hold back her moans of relief. Except this time there weren’t any moans of relief, only heaving and grunting. She put her arms on her stomach and leaned forward. But it was no use. She was caved-in, and today marks the seventh day she’s been like this. Without even realizing it, she had been sitting there straining for ten minutes.
“It’s no use,” she thought to herself. “I know what will do the trick.”
She went to the kitchen and clumsily flicked on the kettle. She scratched her head, which was a flock of gold, auburn and red pluming feathers, not helped by her rough night sleeping exacerbated by her blockage, and the tussling and turning in bed the last night. She remembered where she put the espresso, which was her favourite jolt to start the day and readied herself a double shot. If this didn’t work, nothing else would. Once it was ready, she took her coffee into the shower with her and took sips while she performed her ablutions, which wasn’t ideal, but time was not on her side, not today or any other day. She had a thousand and one things to do, and only two hours to do it all. And there was a particularly big thing she had to do before she goes to work this morning. The hot water helped relieve her aches and pains, and it helped circulate the blood around her stomach, which was in dire need of being sped up.
A familiar knock on the shower window stirred her from her relaxation.
“Want a pleasant surprise this morning?” her husband asked. He didn’t so much ask as insist, as he opened the shower door naked, with his semi-erect manhood swinging out. With his demeanor and devilish smile, he had plans with Jennifer’s curvaceous, wet body, shines with glistening soap and bubbles, which acted as a cheeky camouflage for her womanly assets.
“Honey, it’s Friday morning!” she replied.
“And the kids are still fast asleep,” he chuckled. “They’ll never know, and you look particularly inviting this morning.” he teased once more as he planted a kiss on her forehead, which he was only just able to reach. He was tall, with a stature of 6’3, but she was very tall as well, standing at 5’12”, crossing the 6 foot threshold in heels, which she often wore.
She couldn’t protest, as much as she wanted to. And she didn’t feel well, as though something was weighing her down. She faced away from him, trying to signal, without saying it, that she wasn’t ready tonight. He took the hint and his smile returned to a more cordial, efficient poker face.
“It looks like our baby is coming along,” he mentioned, pointing her attention to her bulging belly.
She was pregnant with something, but it wasn’t necessarily another baby. In fact, she was in near labor, she felt the pains but nothing was coming. She gave him a quick glance of disgust, but her smile quickly forgave him.
“Very funny, I still haven’t tested yet,” she replied.
“You should try after our shower,” he insisted.
“I already went,” she added.
They both showered, and she had to gently stave off his lustful advances, which were particularly wild this morning as his fiendish hands craved her ballooning mammaries, drooping down her chest in big tear drops, and her large bottom, which widened quickly following the birth of their first son, and further still after the second, it also had a dual purpose of making him ever more aroused at the sight of her naked moon as she was brushing her teeth before bed, exposed and vulnerable, which was when he frequently made his sinful attempts.
“Alright, I better go and make you and the boys some brekky now,” she teased, grabbing his nose by the fingers.
“You should try doing that down here, I think I’d be very receptive,” he retaliated, turning their wholesome shower into the product of his filthy imagination and desires.
Her coffee didn’t fully kick in yet, but she was alert and wide-awake as she started making bacon and eggs. Not the healthiest, but this greasy fryup was great for getting the boys to wake up and emerge from their rooms from the smell alone. And, success, as the youngest walked in.
“Eggies and bakey!” he chanted.
The elder 11 year old son followed after him.
“Mooooom, dad’s taking up the bathroom again, it can’t take him that long to take a shit!” he angrily vented.
“Language Thomas!” she said. “You don’t need to teach Max that kind of filth. Maybe you need soap for breakfast instead of eggies and bakey!”
Her empty threat worked.
“No, I’m sorry mom!”
“Haha! Daddy’s taking a big shit!” 6 year old Max giggled.
“Now look what you’ve done,” she scolded calmly, knowing that it was futile. Even though she thought she sent them to a good school, they were inevitably going to be corrupted by their peers, and be taught all kinds of nasty words. She was just thankful that the greatest caliber of which was ‘shit,’ but even that was awful. Speaking of which, she felt hers brewing away. And she felt a bit ashamed that she might be in the bathroom taking it up and stinking it out for the rest of the morning herself, let alone dad.
Finally, her husband emerged, partly dressed with black trousers and a belt he didn’t need, as he recently started putting on weight, but it could be because they’ve been eating more healthily, which doesn’t explain why, paradoxically, he’s getting a pot belly.
“Don’t worry, daddy’s big shit is over now!” he laughed. “But I’d give it a little bit before you go in.”
“Don’t encourage them Ben…” she asked.
“Boys will be boys, you know how it is,” he spoke as she served up their breakfast. “Aren’t you having anything?”
Little does he know, she had 6 days worth of massive breakfasts, lunches and dinners clogged up in her plumbing. Beef steaks, chicken, mashed potato, and nearly every vegetable you can think of blocking up her gastrointestinal tract. He noticed her skipping out on dinner last night as well, and he frowned at the prospect that she wasn’t eating.
Her bowel schedule is very sub optimal. Usually, she comes home on Fridays to take a mean dump in the home toilet, as she hates going out in public or at work. And, before starting work again on Monday, she’d manage a smaller one on Sunday night with the help of some mild laxatives. Unfortunately, this week, she wasn’t able to go on Sunday night, so she had nearly seven days of heavy meals churning away in her guts. And as her coffee started to kick in, she could feel the gridlock on descending colon freeway beginning to clear up, and at the worst possible time.
“You didn’t eat last night either, is something wrong?” he asked. “Yoink, this is the swear tax!” he said as he forked a piece of streaky bacon off Thomas’ plate and ate it in front of him.
“You don’t need any more bacon you fat bastard!” Thomas yelled and stormed off in a huff.
“Fat bakey thief bastard!” Max added, giggling.
Jennifer frowned at Ben, the father of her children, who had a fat smirk on his face as if he were proud that their sons became potty mouthed sailors. But she was also thankful that this diversion allowed her to slip under the radar of his interrogation.
“Ben for crying out loud go and talk to him, and give him one of your bacon streaks,” Jennifer demanded.
This time, she wasn’t playing games, her irritation was easily identified in her sharp voice. He knew he’d gone too far this time. So off he went to get Thomas back from his room, which he just slammed the door to. She looked at young Max, who was grinning while eyeballing dad’s plate.
“You know you want to, go ahead,” she encouraged.
Finally, they were ready to face the day. But Jennifer’s desperate clenching big buttocks were making a plea, and insisted her to ask a favour from Ben.
“Hey Ben, it has been a tough week for me…” she admitted. “Could you do something for me?”
“I thought so,” he replied. “What do you want?”
“Could you take the kids to school today?” she asked. “I just want some time to freshen up before work today.”
“Yeah, alright,” he said, without a disagreement. Normally he would try to weed his way out of it but he wanted to make up for being an ass earlier.
“Y-you will? Thank you honey…”
Ben and the kids said goodbye to Jennifer, and they walked out to the garage to get into his electric car. She didn’t like it, she preferred the good old petrol guzzlers, as they were more reliable.
As soon as she heard the door close, the felt her own back door opening. She rushed to the bathroom to finally take care of the cause of her massive discomfort. As fast as she could move, she closed the door, pulled up her business skirt, tore her satin panties and pantyhose down and flomped her big butt down onto the toilet. She knew that this was going to be biblical. She knew that an event as monumental as the second coming of christ was about to happen. And it was going to emerge from her, and it was going to be shitty. She didn’t need any help spreading herself open, she could already feel her colon forcing her anus wide. But her troublesome big nuggety load wouldn’t come without a fight, even if she was ready to deliver her turd baby with her gut opened wide. She began to rub her stomach and slowly heave down. But then she heard them coming back inside, and suddenly, her anus closed back up and she had to hold it back in.
“Yay! No school today!”
This news was followed by an insistent warning knock at the door and Ben barging right in and closing it behind him.
“Jenny…” he said, looking at his big bottomed wife on the toilet.
She wasn’t shy about pooping in front of him, not at all. But when she had a colossal buildup like this, she didn’t want anyone to see her, especially the state she was about to put the toilet in, and why she prepared gloves and a garbage bag in advance, anticipated the queen of all toilet blockages. Even though she loved him, and he loved her unconditionally, she would rather die than have her husband, or anyone else know that she very well could be taking the biggest shit in all of human history and that she was going to murder this toilet, as strong as its flush was.
She fondly remembers one time, when he walked in on her pooping. He walked over, pulled her off the toilet while she profusely protested, looked in the toilet bowl and crassly commented, “My, that was a big one.”
And in her embarrassment and fluster, she retaliated by saying, “Do you have a poo fetish or something!”
He already had the perfect response, “No, I have a you fetish.”
This altercation was followed by very hard sex, and this was what broke the barrier of not wanting to poop in front of her husband.
Even so, she was sitting on the toilet, she knew it was going to be colossal, and she didn’t want an audience this time.
“I forgot to put the charger in my car last night.”
She knew what was going to happen. He was going to ask her to take him to work, the kids at school and turn up to work late. And she was fuming.
“You fucking idiot!” she yelled.
“Haha! Mommy said the fuck word!” Max laughed outside the door.
She quickly put her hand over her mouth, realizing that she just taught her youngest son a very, VERY naughty word. And the word ‘fuck’ was going through her husband Ben’s mind with every glance he was giving her sexy voluptuous body sitting down on the shitter, widening her already fat arse. But now wasn’t the time, even he realized that.
“D-did you take the test?” he asked.
She was taken by surprise, but she took that excuse and ran with it. It was better than telling him she wanted them out of the house so she could blow up the bathroom in peace.
“Y-yes…” she said.
“And?”
“It was negative…” she lied. She didn’t ultimately know, but it would have been worse if she said the test was positive.
She was 36. There was still time for another baby, but even so, at this age, her and her husband’s fertility have declined, and it was no longer guaranteed that she could become pregnant. She saw her husband’s face collapse in on itself. He was devastated. But in her weakness, and the vulnerable position of sitting over the toilet, with her bowel’s relief only a push away, yet she was so far from being able to empty herself, as she now needed to take everyone in her car. She got up, still feeling her ass slightly opened and uncomfortable standing upright. But she took the initiative. She walked up to Ben and forcefully shoved him against the sink.
“Don’t worry Ben, I’ll bring another lovely baby into this world,” she said, with incredibly seductive eyes and a grotesquely enticing sexual invitation.
“I would love nothing more than a beautiful little baby girl for our sons to protect, and someone to calm them down…” he sobbed, nearly crying.
“I’ll give you a daughter Ben,” she spoke. “Whatever it takes… But for now, we should be thankful we’re still afloat.”
She referenced the move. Where they had to sell their cushy city townhouse to move further out into suburbia, which was the only thing they could comfortably afford. They weren’t poor by any means, but ever since the move, commute times were tripled and they had to move into an area they didn’t like. But they were still bringing up a family, and that’s all that mattered.
“I know I’ve been a stupid ass lately… I’ll change. I’ll do it for you, I’ll do it for the kids… But I have to admit, wanting a third child has been tearing me apart lately, I just want to make it happen so badly,” he confessed.
“God I love you Ben, even if you are a stupid ass.”
Later, on the highway, Jennifer, with her husband behind her and the two rowdy kids in the back were stuck. Because of the slight delay, they were now stuck in peak hour traffic. And she had to hold her poo in simultaneously. She felt stubborn cramping every inch the car was able to budge due to the gridlock. She definitely didn’t want her husband or kids knowing she needed to relieve herself. And she spend her time thinking about how she would empty herself before work. But she came to the conclusion, in this emergency situation that she’d call off work just this once. She took advantage of every leave day when she got them immediately, so this wouldn’t be easy.
“Yellow car!” Max called out as he whacked Thomas.
“Ow! I’ll get you back for that!” Thomas retaliated.
“O-oh no you won’t!” Jennifer yelled. “Ben, deal with them!”
Finally, the kids were dropped off, but Jennifer had some kids to drop off at the pool, and she couldn’t do that until she got to either a public bathroom, back home, or begrudgingly to work.
“I… I think I need the day off,” Jennifer spoke to Ben.
“Do you think they’ll let you off for today?”
“I’ll have to call her and see if that’s possible, but I think I know the answer.”
She persisted on with her aching abdomen until she dropped Ben off at his workplace. But as soon as he left, she felt the urge even stronger. It felt like a Goliath was about to crawl out of her stomach and no amount of pressure she fought it off with would work. In fact, she was certain she was going to have an accident. And her white panties, clear pantyhose and beige business skirt weren’t going to mix well with brown. She got her phone and dialed her boss while jiggling in her seat, about to burst.
“Ahh… Jennifer…” her arrogant superior spoke down.
“Hey uhh, I was just wondering, it has been a hectic week and I’m very busy,” she spoke. “Can I have today off?”
After a brief delay, she replied, “You know that today is the ‘Better Practices Business’ lecture, right?”
“Oh! I thought that was next week, sorry, I must have forgotten,” Jennifer replied.
“Well hopefully you haven’t forgotten how important this meeting is, in fact, it’s mandatory staff attendance. I’m sorry, if you’re unable to show up today, I’ll have to let you go.”
Jennifer hung up immediately. She had something of her own to let go, and now she had no choice. She had to show up or risk losing her job. She knew her boss wouldn’t be at all understanding or sympathetic.
“BITCH!!!” she yelled into the void, with no one able to hear, thankfully.
Finally, she showed up, clutching her stomach and the bowel ache she’s been carrying around for nearly 7 days. Her frown looked like a wet Friday. The best day of the week. Ruined. She walked into the office with her rich gold-red hair in a bun, as professionally required, as she strut her big frame into the main foyer, through the glass doors, where the meeting was being held. She was 10 minutes late. And her boss was at the door, ready to persecute her like a vulture.
She was a shrew of a woman, and was ambitious to her own fault. Her greying brown bun betrayed her hatred for any women who dared put their families after their work, either that, or it was jealousy that it was too late for her to have biological children of her own. It was her own fault, she wanted to become a corporate cutthroat, and her emasculated eunuch husband didn’t dare disobey her, working as her inferior.
“You’re late.”
“I’m very sorry about this, I might be pregnant. I’m really feeling the morning sickness,” she spoke. “Can I use the bathroom?”
“Might be?” she inquired. “Go to a doctor. Until they can verify you are indeed pregnant, you’re not pregnant, and you’re subject to the same scrutiny as everyone else.”
“Oh but… Please, it’s an emergency,” she asked.
“If it’s an emergency, go.” her boss replied, but then gave a caveat. “But the second you leave this room, your termination will be drafted immediately.”
As if it was bad enough that she had to endure with full, aching guts for all this time, she was forced to hold it in for another two hours, otherwise her entire livelihood might be destroyed, all because she needs a fat shit.
Begrudgingly, she sat down, until she found that she couldn’t sit down. The chair was right below her, she was sitting on it, but unless she tilted her backside on the chair, sitting down directly would give her a sharp pain in the guts and it felt like her pelvis was going to be ripped apart. To deter this pain, she had to sit slanted on her chair in the meeting, and it looked very awkward, uncomfortable and unprofessional. It was clear that the turd descended all the way into her rectum, it was ready to come out, it just needed permission to pass, and she was adamant about keeping her sphincter as strong as adamantium, and closed shut.
The meeting was exactly as she’d anticipated, it was full of boring skeletal old men throwing buzzwords about ‘the economy,’ ‘inflation,’ ‘deficit,’ ‘expenditure,’ and a bunch of other corporate words that she could only barely grasp so she could hold down a highly paid job in business. She hated working in an office, she preferred the days when she stayed at home to take care of Max when he was still a baby, but everything changed after her husband’s redundancy. Either way, life as it was is now gone, and she has spent the last two years in this concrete tomb of old corporate cryptofacsist hacks in dire need of colostomy bags. Although at the moment, Jennifer could use one, if for nothing else, to get just the slightest pressure off her stomach, bowels and back. She couldn’t sit up straight, she was hunched over, making room for her ever growing fecal baby, which she was expecting any moment, and every other moment, it would knock on her back door screaming to be let out.
After an hour in the meeting and being quizzed with silly questions to gauge members’ engagement, the screams of her baby began to get louder and became pungent. One particular event, she needed to get some gas out, because she felt like she was going to explode with the pressure building up inside her. She managed to discreetly let out a silent, constant fart that pffffffffft out of her over the span of 15 seconds. What she didn’t anticipate, as well as every other unsuspecting business man and woman was the stench of death, and it was inescapable, as they were all trapped in a giant glass room which looked like an aquarium tank, and Jennifer was the one hot-boxing them all. She glared around the room, and as sure as anything, there were funny expressions on nearly everyone’s face, glaring around the room, as if their eyes could spot the culprit that only their poor nostrils could detect. The smell was beyond godawful, it was the smell of 7 days of built up, constipated shit rotting away in her methane filled guts. But she had no choice, and as her bowels filled up with this highly explosive, heavy gas, she had to quietly air it out of her system.
Suddenly, out of no where, someone broke the silence on whoever broke wind.
“Who passed gas?” one man asked, holding his nose.
“Enough, as I was saying, we must expand out margins to meet the demands o- y,yes what is that?” the main lecturer spoke, finally getting a whiff of what Jennifer’s been cooking for nearly a week.
“Christ! Whoever that was, go to the bathroom!” a woman yelled.
“There will be no breaks, we only have 45 minutes left!” the boss yelled.
“My money’s on fat George!” one businessman yelled, pointing at a seemingly obvious culprit, a fat older man. But his confident dismissal made everyone point their fingers at other people, as it clearly wasn’t him.
“Jennifer, was that you?” one younger upstart man asked.
Jennifer began to blush, but she controlled herself just in time before suspicions deemed her guilty.
“Leave Jennifer alone, if I had to guess, you’re the one who passed wind since you’re the one accusing everyone around the room of doing it Gilbert!” Jennifer’s coworker Lucy yelled.
Lucy stuck up for her when no one else was. There wasn’t going to be a death penalty for whoever was deemed guilty of passing wind, but it would have been the greatest humiliation regardless. And right after Lucy, the 26 year old woman with a black bob in garish red, struck down Gilbert’s accusation, everyone swamped in to accuse her instead.
“Enough, someone open the fucking doors!” one of the seniors demand.
“They stay shut!” the boss demanded.
“This is a bunch of fucking bullshit anyway!” the same senior businessman replied, “You can take your profit and shove it up your deficit you old cow!”
Suddenly, the entire room was in an uproar over the cause of the deathly smell, because it really was that bad.
Jennifer was surprised that, with the knowledge that she had to go to the bathroom, the boss didn’t immediately accuse her. Perhaps she was none the wiser thankfully. Suddenly, order was brought back into the room, but not after the senior businessman ripped off his badge and kicked the door down to go outside. It was behavior so bad, it reminded Jennifer of Max’s classroom, and the teacher who was helpless to keep them under control.
But, with the seniors insisting that the doors be opened, they were opened. And everything settled down, but the smell still lingered.
It was down to the last fifteen minutes, and Jennifer was able to keep her bowels under check for the most of it. But she would lust over the thought of a massive log forcing its way out of her colon. She was fantasizing of filling a toilet bowl with her filthy bratwursts, and for some reason, it helped her manage it. She passed the minute long seconds even faster, but she was also teasing herself with the anticipation of finally letting her big poo out. And in fifteen minutes, she would be able to desiccate her bowels and destroy a work toilet as collateral damage, but until then, the urge only got stronger and stronger. With so much stress, the next ten minutes felt like an hour, but there were only five minutes left, and her eyes were glued to the second hand of the clock, which was ticking by painfully slowly.
But it happened, as she was holding all the methane in, all it took was the slightest quiver in her anus, and in an explosive burst, all the filthy wind she’d been keeping held in blew up and whooshed out of her anus, reverberating with nearly enough strength to push the chair out from under her and send her into orbit as a new satellite. A big fat, loud and relieving fart made itself known to everyone on the room. And then, everyone in the room knew who it came from, as Jennifer clutched her hands over her face, still tilted on her chair. She wanted to bawl her eyes out and then jump off the balcony. The only thing stopping her from jumping off the balcony was knowing how much shit would overfill in her panties after she died. A fate more mortifying than death itself awaited her. Everyone in the room wanted her dead as much as she wanted herself dead. One lapse of strength in her tiring anus cost her every scrap of dignity she had, and it was all unsalvageable now, all she had left to look forward to was humiliation and embarrassment. From that day on, everyone would remember her as the woman who tried to gas everyone in a glass tomb and blew a fart loud enough to bring back the hearing of the deaf. On the plus side, she felt a lot better with all of that gas out of her, and it eased her desperation to poop ever so slightly. But the fatal blow to her femininity was the ultimate price to pay. She couldn’t take it anymore, her face fell into her hands and she began lightly crying. Lucy tried to console her. Even after knowing that it was truly her, she tried to comfort her after she commit professional and social suicide.
“See, I told you it was her,” Gilbert exonerated himself. No one clapped, no one gave him an aware, everyone just stared at him in disgust of how out of touch he was.
As bad as the smell was, other than Gilbert, no one felt happy looking at Jennifer in a crying, embarrassed heap. As her crying became more audible and desperate, Lucy grabbed her and led her outside. With only three minutes left, the boss surely wouldn’t do anything punitive against either Lucy or Jennifer. But as Jennifer walked, she let out more explosive gas, as well as her bowel movement dropping out of her anus and finally making contact with her white panties. She was thankful that it was as hard as a rock and not liquid, otherwise it would have continued its muddy advance and left Jennifer in a puddle of her own tears as well as shit. Lucy knew exactly where to take poor Jennifer. To the women’s restroom. Those farts were definitely the smell of a long incarcerated bowel movement.
“Here you go, Jen,” Lucy spoke, directing her to a stall. “I hope you don’t mind, I also have to take care of my… business.”
In her mercy, Lucy shared her own toilet needs with Jennifer, but she did also desperately need a dump as well, as her ass clutching betrayed.
“T-thank you so much Lucy!” she muttered.
Jennifer locked the door, and gently took off her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and white knickers, which now had a streak of brown, but it was nothing serious. As Jennifer slowly descended her bottom down, a few nuggets fell out of her and onto the floor.
“I think you dropped something,” Lucy said, as a nugget rolled under the stall into hers.
Jennifer couldn’t get more embarrassed, and now Lucy could see what was stuck inside her. A black chunk of compact shit, and more had to come out. Jennifer was finally seated, and she buckled over and leaned forward as far as she could. But nothing would budge.
“I haven’t pooed for 7 days,” Jennifer confessed to her coworker, who had her own confession to make.
“Really? Wow, it’s no wonder you had to go. I’ve held this in for 3 days but I’ve been needing to shit all morning. I completely forgot about the meeting.”
“So did I, if only I took care of my business before the meeting,” Jennifer stated.
“You should take the bosses motto from now on,” Lucy spoke. “Business comes first.”
“From now on, I won’t be neglecting my business ever again,” Jennifer remarked, eliciting a laugh from Lucy.
But that wasn’t the only sound Lucy made. Lucy made a massive, dense splash in the stall neighbouring Jennifer and it sounded like a boulder crashing into the sea, it was massive, and Jennifer could tell it must have been a big one. As if the one splash wasn’t enough, after a big hissing fart, Lucy’s bowels let out a volley of repeating splashes, as her own nuggets fell into the water one after the other. But finally, Lucy sighed relief as a massive final splash hit the water.
“That one got my butt wet!” Lucy giggled. “Yuck!”
“You’re lucky you got that out so fast,” Jennifer replied. “I’m still pushing.”
“Are you ok, do you need a laxative?” Lucy asked.
“No, I’m alright, it’ll come out eventually.”
In truth, Jennifer was waiting for her to leave. And finally, after hearing the flush and a farewell, Jennifer felt more comfortable. She’s thankful to Lucy for getting her out of there, but now Jennifer was going to put this industrial strength toilet out of commission. Permanently.
Jennifer buckled over and her massive, dark nuggety crown showed itself, stretching her anus to its absolute breaking point, spreading her almost 4 inches in diameter. As the apex of her vile smelling crown emerged, so did a barrage of gas, as the explosive force of the wind dislodged nuggets off her log, which splish-sploshed in the toilet. They were so compact and dense that every plop was loud and sounded as if a bucket of marbles were being poured into the toilet water. But Jennifer couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ahhhhh!” Jennifer verbalized loudly as her bowel ache forced itself out of her overstretched rectum, tearing apart her delicate anus on the way out. Having given birth twice, Jennifer would happily admit that this bowel movement felt akin to giving birth. It caused an intense spasm of pleasure and brutal pain simultaneously. But the battle was far from over. As another broadside of shit plops hit the water, making the bathroom sound like a faithful recreation of the battle of Pearl Harbor, she gasped out loud as the head of her log was finally exiting her colon. She pressed down with all her might and a feeling of intense light-headedness struck her.
She was especially glad that her husband wasn’t here to see her like this, especially not while she was growing a thick dark brown dragon’s tail out of her arse, and like a dragon’s thorny, scaly tail, it was just as hard, sharp and big. She then made a tremendous push, and with it, out came an entire foot’s length of hard, compacted shit, bundled up into a painfully compressed bundle, delivering the pain of a thousand punches in the gut with every inch it slithered out of her gut, like a giant, mutant turd slug. Only another push was all it took to get the remainder of her colon-blocking log out of her. But suddenly, she could push no more. She looked in the toilet. Her thick, solid shit was hitting the very back of the basin, there was no where else for it to go and it was too rigid to bend, so she did the only thing she could do. She gently lifted her bottom and came forward, but it still wasn’t enough. Finally, she stood, and the tail of her shit fell out and landed outside the rim of the toilet and onto the seat itself.
“O-oh god…” Jennifer spoke.
And this wasn’t even all of her shit, as soon as she stood up she felt another huge poo sliding down descending colon. This was going to be another big fat log. This time, with the seat ruined by her shit, she stood up and let out a huge chocolatey brown snake out the ass. It fell into the toilet with a heavy plonk in record time and plugged up the already unflushable toilet even more. The toilet was already clogged and dead, but Jennifer’s guts were still overloaded with poo, now it was just fun and games to see just how badly she could destroy this toilet, and it was her revenge for the ultimate humiliation. Yet another caramel snake fell out from her gut and began coiling up. Hunched over in a semi-squat/stand position, her sloppy snaking caramel made contact with the little water left and her two huge turds while it was still inside her ass. And she pushed quickly, unraveling the long rope of shit into the toilet until it floomped into the bowl completely. One last wave of poo rushed out, spraying wet chunks and bursts of wet shit with a bombardment of gassy shit-wind. Jennifer felt the need to sit back down but now her main dark brown log, which was the length of half her large intestine, was intimately close to her vagina. But she had to sit, otherwise her shit would be on the toilet rather than in it. But it wasn’t as if the toilet could get any worse.
Finally, the coffee she had this morning must have been coming out, as a huge bomb of liquid shit splashed into the bowl, splattering chunks of her shit all over the bowl. Once she stood up to wipe herself clean, she gazed into the murder scene of a toilet. There was no way this toilet was ever going to flush again.
But there is one thing Jennifer forgot. She forgot to pee. But she noticed something. Her stomach was still bulging even though she got all of the feces out of her bowels. She decided to finally do the pregnancy test while she peed. She peed on the detector while her stream awkwardly angled into the toilet, and she looked down at it. Two red lines.
It looked like she was going to introduce another bundle of love into the world after all.
THE END |
GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT THEIR POSTING PRIVILEGES? No more waiting a week and a half for mods to approve my posts for this bitch!
I am getting into omo writing. All of these will be in the same universe. This post will be an introduction. These stories, mostly short and nonlinear, will focus on a King, Garnet III, his Queen, Cordelia, and the harem they keep (and yes, it is shared). Fantasy setting. The kingdom, Riverkeep, is small but peaceful. There are some other kingdoms nearby, one of which, Helmsmount, is experiencing some political strife. As a result, some dissidents have sought shelter in Riverkeep (this will be important later). It is in a fairly temperate region with hot summers and cold winters.
The harem dwellers are kept in plush conditions, and are given plenty of jewelry and other finery to wear. In the summer, they're encouraged to wear little else. Normally, they get five pee/poop breaks a day, called toilet passes or potty passes, that they can use whenever they want, with these breaks resetting daily at midnight (they can plead for more if they're really desperate, but may be refused). Unlimited breaks are given only in the case of illness or significant injury.
The toilets themselves are mostly variations on the chamber pot, although other options will be used.
Main characters include:
King Garnet
Mid thirties. Considered rather handsome. His skin is tan and smooth, and his body is toned from athletic training and a good diet, with a bit of pudge on the belly, but not very much. His hair is dark and curly, and shines brown in the sun. His eyes are dark and, in the right light, his eyes look almost wine-red.
Fond of women with MILFy builds, and skinny twinks and femboys.
Considered a capable leader due to his care for domestic issues
Charismatic, wise, intelligent, all that that makes a good leader
Average bladder, but good at making it seem bigger than it is by managing his fluid intake. Maximum hold time is between eleven to thirteen hours. Will not urinate outside of his private pot unless there are quite literally no other options other than clothing. Dislikes even doing it in front of Cordelia.
Queen Cordelia:
Late twenties. Curvy build, with large hips, a round butt, and breasts around the side of a large orange or smaller grapefruit. Fairer skin than her husband. Brown eyes that have been described as honey-colored or amber. Her hair is long, wavy, blue-black, and well cared for. She has shapely, plush lips and is fond of lipstick.
Not a lot of body hair, but the carpet matches the drapes, and is thick. Several harem members attempted to shave it all off one time and it took the better part of an hour before it was all gone.
Empathetic and a little daft
Big bladder. Max holding time around eighteen hours. Will urinate in front of those who desire to see it, but never where anyone else could see her--no public latrines, alleyways, or bushes. If she's travelling, she has to have a servant bring her chamber pot and set up a special tent. Even then, she doesn't like it.
Flint:
Male harem member. Late twenties. Smooth tan skin, with some pink scarring, mostly on his back. Dark brown, straight hair just past his shoulders. Gray eyes. Strong build, hint of abs.
This next point mentions violence, so it's under a read more. It's backstory.
Spoiler
Flint was a political dissident from Helmsmount that the Helmsmount authorities attempted to slay by stripping him naked, whipping him, and running him through the snowy winter streets. He managed to make it out of Helmsmount and into the camp of a travelling Cordelia, who brought him to get medical attention. After he recovered, they became friends, then something more, and he joined her harem, under the protection of Garnet and Cordelia. The Helmsmount royalty think he's dead.
Is subservient to Cordelia and almost excessively chivalrous to her
Intelligent, appreciates that Garnet is the same. Has some trauma from his ejection from Helmsmount. The best remedy is either "quality time" (wink wink) with Cordelia or a nice long talk with Jim.
Average cock, a bit long and thin. Pubes soft and fine. Slight happy trail.
Average bladder. Maximum hold time is around twelve hours. Will urinate in public, but would rather use a toilet if one is available.
Jim:
Male harem member. Late thirties. Pale skin. Dirty blond hair that's a bit shaggy. Has a beard of the same color. Plenty of body hair to match, especially on his chest, abdomen and around his genitals. Prominent happy trail and thigh hair.
Speaking of genitals, his are very large, both in length and girth. You can see it through his pants sometimes. It's also a nice-looking cock, with a good color and shape.
Solid build, with a slight dad bod and strong arms.
Fatherly disposition, took Flint under his arm because he thought "the lad looked lost"
Very large bladder. Maximum hold time around twenty-four hours. He managed that only once, and with extensive leaking. Genuinely enjoys peeing, too. Has little shame about public urination--"we all gotta go."
Rosemarie:
Female harem member. Early twenties. Slender build, not much muscle, not much fat. Redheaded, but no freckles. Green eyes. Hair is a bit above shoulders. Smaller breasts--maybe the size of a lemon.
Very, very attracted to Cordelia
Hotheaded disposition. Irritates easily. Can be needy. Very subservient to Cordelia.
Prefers to watch others pee, especially Cordelia. Will drink pee. Pubes are soft and fine, with no happy trail or thigh fuzz.
Small bladder. Maximum hold time around six hours. Usually needs a pee at night. Frequently has to pee in a bucket or in the harem-members' exercise yard due to running out of potty passes. Due to this, has no shame in peeing in front of others.
Background characters will be present. This may be edited later.
First story post! This one's very x rated lol
As soon as Garnet entered, the lovers swarmed around him.
One lover took his crown and laid it carefully aside. Another unbuttoned his tunic and helped him out of it. Yet a third took his pants and shoes. A fourth gently pulled his undergarments from him, leaving him bare. A red silk robe was drawn about his shoulders, and he was led to a large round mattress dressed in velvet, where he lay down, sighing heavily at the lack of weight. He let his eyes close for a moment.
A kiss was placed on his nose. “Would you like to be taken to your bed, your majesty?”
He sighed. “No… no. I am merely a bit drained. Where is Cordelia?”
The girl, slim and bare-breasted with piercings of ruby in each nipple, bit her soft lip. He recognized her as Lila, a new-ish addition. “... I know not. Would you like me to summon her?”
Garnet sighed. “Yes. After that, come right back… I think I would like to play with those piercings you have.”
She giggled. She sent for a servant, then came back, sitting next to him and baring her large chest. He carefully turned the piercings around within her soft pink nipples, marvelling at how they caught the light. She squeaked and squealed as he manipulated her soft buds. “... I think I will make someone breed you,” he murmured. “I think I would like to see those pretty breasts of yours full of milk.”
She flushed. “Why… thank you, my lord.”
Another presence approached the bed. Garnet looked up. “Cordelia. How nice to see you. Come, sit with me.” He sent Lila away with a wave of his hand.
Cordelia sat, carefully. “You wanted to speak to me?”
“I wanted to be with you,” Garnet sighed. “Has this day not been stressful? I thought we could perhaps have some time together.”
“I… well…” She swallowed. “I… yes, I do love spending time with you.”
He held his arms out. “Come to me.”
She lay back into his arms, then squeaked and flinched hard, clenching her thighs.
“What is wrong?”
“I… I have been… I have not had the chance to pass urine all day…” She whimpered. “... I need to go so badly… I have been holding it since this morning. My lady parts are throbbing so badly. Please, I would do anything for a chamber pot!” She writhed, humping his leg.
“I want you here,” Garnet replied, stroking her hair. “‘Tis not the same if it isn’t you. Can you hold it in?”
One of the lovers, a girl named Rosemarie, laid a hand on Cordelia’s hip. “Allow me to assist, my lady.”
“What do you mean?”
Rosemarie stroked Cordelia’s hip tenderly. “It would be an honor, my lady, if you used my mouth to relieve yourself.”
Cordelia initially looked like she wanted to refuse, then another wave of desperation struck. She gripped her lady-parts and writhed hard. “... Be quick! I do not know how much longer I can last!”
Rosemarie gently guided Cordelia onto her back, spreading her legs and opening her robe. Rosemarie’s breath carded softly through Cordelia’s thick muff. Cordelia felt her pee hole quiver. Warm lips settled on her core, around her pee hole, and suckled tight. She moaned.
“Now,” Garnet said. “Let go.”
Cordelia focused. A strong tingling sensation jetted up into her abdomen as the pressure released. Her warm stream trickled over Rosemarie’s tongue. “Ooooh…”
Rosemarie hummed. Her tongue laved against Cordelia’s core. The tingling in Cordelia’s lady parts burst into an incredible pleasure. Her clit throbbed. Her thighs quivered, opening wide and then wider. Rosemarie pushed her tongue against Cordelia’s clit just as her pee-stream hit its peak. The pee teased against her from the back, and Rosemarie’s tongue from the front, and between the two, the pleasure made her see stars.
Just then, Garnet pinched both of her soft pink nipples, and that was her undoing. She came with a moan that resonated around the wooden paneled walls and off the velvet furnishings.
When she came to, Rosemarie was gently wiping her lady-parts clean with a warm wet rag, and Garnet was sitting above her, smiling. She pouted, giving Garnet a wifely Look.
Garnet just laughed. “Love you, Lia.”
She grumbled. “Love you too.”
Edited July 20, 2022 by PopGoesThWeezl
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Second entry. There's a Lot of pee in this. Male and female desperation, urination and nudity. Mass desperation is one of my favorites. Brief mention of farting, but it's only one offhand line.
It was shortly after dinner when Flint felt a twinge in his bladder.
He was lounging in his bed, as he was fond of solitude after what had happened in Helmsmount. He had his window open, letting in the sound of summer crickets and soft rain. As it was warm, he wore only a thin robe that was very slightly see-through. He had a waterskin next to him for hydration’s sake.
He sighed. He still had two potty passes left, which was nice, because it meant he wouldn’t have to find a bush or bucket. He grabbed one of the little stamped parchments and stood up, adjusted his robe so his cock wasn’t hanging out, and walked for the bathrooms.
When he arrived, there was a line of maybe two dozen people.
He groaned. He hated waiting in line for the toilet, listening to everyone else relieve themselves while his bladder was still pent up and full. It was beyond teasing. He shook his head, opting to wait. He decided he’d rather wait somewhere else for the line to die down.
He was on his way back to his room when a familiar voice caught his attention. “Hey, Flint, what are you up to?”
Flint turned. “Hey, Jim.” He smiled, but it didn’t last. “I was going to use the toilet, but…”
Jim chuckled. He was wearing only a pair of small shorts, which revealed an impressive bulge. His chest, bedecked with dirty blond hair, and his slightly protruding belly were bare. “Yeah. Apparently that new drink at dinner, the bubbly one, had a potent diuretic effect. Or so I heard. Lady Cordelia was steaming mad over it. The brewer who did it claimed to not have any idea. Apparently Lord Garnet saw something fishy about the whole thing. Anyway, the brewer may find continued employment difficult.”
Flint swore. “I drank two pints of that. Dear gods…” His bladder complained, more urgently this time.
Jim shook his head. “Me too.” He thought for a moment. “Why don’t we just go out to the courtyard? If it’s just water, we can go in the bushes. We won’t even have to use a pass.”
Flint wanted to refuse, but then he looked back at the line, which was now snaking out of the toilet-room and around the corner. Gods. “... I suppose we have few other choices.” He shook his head. “Besides, it is a nice night.”
“It is.” Jim clapped his shoulder. His hand was sturdy and warm. The two of them crossed the harem building, entering the courtyard, which smelled sweetly of flowers. Jim sat down on a bench, nodding his head towards a verdant hedge behind him. “There’s your bush, lad.”
A teasing sensation tickled through Flint’s cock, reaching its fingers into his abdomen, making his member twitch and his muscles stiffen. He had to pee now. He speedwalked behind the hedge into the two-foot space between the bush and the wall of the building, leaning against the cool brick. He opened his robe, pulling his slender pink cock from the silk. Golden water pattered into the dirt as a soft sigh escaped his lips.
He realized, once the initial pleasantness of the relief wore off, that Jim could definitely hear either his pee hissing from his urethra, splattering against the earth, or both. No matter. Jim was his best friend. They’d shared lovers, peed side by side, squatted back to back to defecate over the same pit. It would be just fine.
It took around twenty seconds for his stream to taper off. Once he was adequately relieved, he shook himself dry, closed his robe, and went to join Jim on the bench. “Done.”
Jim nodded.
“Aren’t you going to pee too?”
Jim shrugged. “I think I’ll hold it. Only I choose when I pee. Myself, and my lord and lady. No smartmouthed brewer gets control of my bladder.”
Flint sighed. “I wish I had your confidence. I have suffered too much injury on account of spite. At this point in my life, I would rather be comfortable.”
Jim shrugged. “Fair.” He looked out across the courtyard. Somehow, his pose was entirely relaxed. Flint thought that his bladder must be filling, too, if indeed he had drank of the diuretic like he had claimed. But he showed no signs of any discomfort. Flint decided he wouldn’t bring it up.
They talked for a while, about nothing in particular, in the manner of old friends. Flint suffered a persistent, teasing tickle on his thigh, the fault of a mosquito. Scratching it was of little help, and he had left his mosquito-balm in his room. He finally opted to just let his robe hang open over the afflicted skin so he could sate himself at will. Jim had it worse, having not bothered to cover any more of himself than his boxer short region. He suffered one right between his shoulder blades, and had to fetch a stick to scratch himself with. This, of course, was after he got sick of squirming and struggling.
An hour passed before Jim gave the first sign of discomfort. He crossed his legs and sighed. “Wonder if that line has lightened up yet.”
“You know as much as I do.” Flint sighed. “I could use the relief too.” He stood up, stretching, and glanced in the window. He could still see the line, stretching just as far as it had previously. “Bad news.”
Jim shook his head. “Never mind. I’ll live. Are you okay to wait?”
Flint didn’t know how long he’d take to become desperate, but he decided that he’d wait too, if he could, for Jim’s sake. “I can wait, sure.” He sat back down on the bench before slapping a mosquito from his calf. “Damned mosquitoes.”
“Don’t remind me,” Jim grumbled, using his stick to scratch at the bite on his back.
The evening dragged on uneventfully. Jim was quieter now. He seemed to shift more often in his seat. A slight anxious look came over his normally friendly features. Several times, he stood and peered into the window, returning unsatisfied, and increasingly anxious and cranky, each time. Flint seriously started to consider just telling him to go behind the hedge and relieve himself like he had, but he didn’t want to aggravate the situation. When Jim made up his mind, he could be awfully hard to counter-persuade.
The door slammed open, making both of them start. A young woman dashed out onto the lawn, moaning and wailing. She was slim and dark, with her hair in a braided bun, and her round breasts bounced as she wriggled on her toes, holding her crotch tight. Her robe was hanging halfway off her body. She barely got it out of the way before she doubled at the waist. A strong blast of pee shot out from her, jetting a full foot as she fell to her hands and knees. She moaned loudly and shamelessly.
Despite the teasing sensation in Flint’s own bladder, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He wondered if she’d tried to wait in line. He wondered how much of the drink she’d imbibed. He wondered if she’d used up her potty passes, and couldn’t go to the real toilet. He wondered if she’d tried to push her way into the bathroom and had been shoved away by other desperate toilet-goers. He wondered if she’d tried to find a bucket or pot or something else and failed, or if she was already so desperate that she’d just run outside.
It was easily forty-five seconds before her stream tapered off. She sat there for a few moments, her breasts heaving, before managing to stand up, pull her robe around herself, and stagger back inside.
Flint looked over to see Jim gripping his cock through his shorts. Sweat was beading on his brow, more so than would be normal for the warm night. His legs were clenched tightly together. His bladder was obviously very full.
Flint had no idea what to do. Should he walk away from Jim and leave him to torment himself in peace? Should he stick by the side of his kindly friend, who had done so much to ease his distress, and say nothing? Should he try to force Jim to pee? He felt helpless in the face of what was, knowing Jim, maybe a liter of urine. Strange. A mere waterskin’s worth of liquid is causing us both such distress.
“Flint.” Jim’s voice sounded shaky. “Is that damned line any shorter?”
Flint walked to the window. The line was, if possible, even longer. Some people were splitting off, visibly uncomfortable, and making for other places. Flint’s stomach sank. Rosemarie, another harem-girl, was dashing for the courtyard door.
“... Flint, please.” Jim’s voice was weak.
“... I’m so sorry.” Flint felt sick. He sat back by his friend and lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You should really just…”
He was cut off by Rosemarie bursting through the doors. “I gotta go! I gotta go so baaad! Oooooh~!” She dashed towards a small tree, tore down her panties, popped a squat and let loose a veritable river against its roots, as well as several deep, brassy farts. To Flint’s further dismay, she cried out an “Oh, it feels so good!”
Flint heard Jim swear. “Fuck this,” he grumbled. He seemed to think for a second before shifting to the edge of his seat. He grumbled, fidgeting with his fly. “Shit… shit… shit!”
He stood up, ripping down his boxers, before flopping back down, opening his thighs wide. His member began dribbling urine as soon as his boxers were down. He pointed his cock away from the bench, relaxed his grip, and let loose with a hard groan. “Oh, fuck.” His head fell back against the back of the bench, and his back arched. His waters blasted into the distance, a gossamer arch against the setting sun, golden filigree decorating the view.
Flint’s own bladder griped at him. I might as well. He opened his robe, turning from Jim so he wouldn’t accidentally pee on his friend , pointed his own cock, and let go.
Pattering waters and soft sighs and moans were all that were heard in the courtyard for the next moment. Flint was fully empty and tucked away before Jim had fully emptied. Rosemarie finished first, wiping herself on a leaf and walking back inside, notably more sprightly than before.
A full minute had passed before Jim was done. When his stream finally tapered off, he shook himself, pulling his shorts back up. “Oh, gods. I don’t think I’ve had to go that bad in years.”
Flint shook his head. I could have told you so. “Next time you have to go, just go. That line isn’t shortening anytime soon.” As if on cue, another man speedwalked from the building and headed for the bushes. “See? We’re not the only ones.”
“I think the first two girls pretty much established that,” Jim sighed. “Hopefully, by the time I have to go next, the line will have shortened. I’m damn close to finding that brewer and pissing in his barrels.”
Flint laughed. “I’ll join you. We could probably get some of those girls to help us.”
Jim just chuckled. They sank into a comfortable silence. They both peed a few more times that night. By the time they stood up to go inside, the earth in front of them was warm and muddy from their waste. They figured that the earth in the courtyard would suffer that in a few places.
Oh well. At least it was good for the grass. |
Hi guys, first time publishing a story here. This is derived from a personal memory with one of my colleague (let's call her Lenna) during a business trip. I want to write it down because I saw one of @Biku's artwork. The outfit and the scenario exactly matched my experience and immediately reminds me of the good memories. Great kudos to @Biku!
I wrote the story under Lenna's viewpoint so there are lots of imaginary portion of the story and not exactly matched the original scenario, but the bulk part is from the true memory.
Hope you enjoy the story.
Biku's art original thread:
Biku's artwork for this story
It is the 5th time Lenna checked Google map on how far it is to their destination. Sitting at the back seat of the car, a trace of anxiety surfaced on her apparently calm face. As a 22-year old young colleague graduate who just joined a top-notch tech company 6 month ago, she really appreciate that the team took her to this significant industry conference that took place in another city. As a young professional, it would be a great chance for her to get familiar with the industry and start building her network.
Together with Lenna, 2 other senior colleagues from her team will also attend the meeting. They planned this week-long conference trip carefully. Since the opening ceremony is at 10:00 am Monday, the team planned to take a 2.5-hour flight early morning (6:30am) and then call a Uber to arrive at the venue. With no traffic, the drive should be around 30 minutes so they should catch the opening keynote speech just on time.
It is the first time Lenna attend a conference so she is kinda nervous about it. She woke up very early in the morning and start to put on her outfit she prepared last night. Although she knew that tech conferences have no dressing code, she decided to dress to impress. Paired with a pink crop top shirt, her blue blazer dress perfectly shows the curvature of her upper body and her straight long legs. "Maybe the dress is a bit too short...", she thought to herself. However, she is still pretty satisfied with her outfit. Before heading to the airport, she brewed herself a big coffee to refresh herself - it is going to be a long day.
The team met at their local airport. She is happy to know that she selected the right attire since both of her colleague commented that she looked very nice and professional. They board the flight and Lenna sit at the window seat, together at the same row with her 2 colleagues. Right after she sit down, Lenna felt a remote sense of pressure in her lower abdomen. This is quite normal since she haven't use the bathroom since her morning pee and had drank quite a lot of fluid. Nothing urgent about it and Lenna is not worried. The plane took off, climb, the flight attendant served drinks and she had a cup of orange juice. Everything seems normal. Lenna starts to feel a bit tired - after all she woke up around 5 am. Soon, she felt asleep.
About 1 hour later, Lenna woke up. The first thing she noticed is that the pressure of her bladder starts to become obvious. All the liquid she drank in the morning starts to fill up. She looked left and saw both of her colleagues sleeping. She asses the situation and think it is still okay. Although under normal situation she would use the bathroom but is still not urgent. After all she doesn't want to awake her two senior male colleagues for her to go pee - this seems a bit embarrassing. She shifted her position on the seat and tried to make herself more comfortable, and then starts to read a book on her phone. As time goes by, she clearly feels that the pressure in her bladder increases. She decided that once her colleagues are awake, she would go use the bathroom.
However, not long after she is awake, the pilot broadcasted that the plane would start descending. She looked left again. Both of her colleague are still sleeping and she needs to make a decision whether to take the final chance to go to the bathroom before the captain turn on the seat belt sign. After some debating in her mind, she decided to hold it for another 30 minutes. Although she starts to feel somewhat uncomfortable about her bladder, she is still not in an emergency state and is still being a bit shy around her senior colleagues. She shifted again in her seat, trying to find a position that less pressured her lower abdomen. Soon, the seat belt sign is turned on and this is definitely not helping to put a belt around her already halfway filled bladder. She secretly loosen the seat belt a bit to make it slightly more comfortable and prepared for landing.
Another 20 minutes passed by and she starts to fidget a bit. The liquid she drank in the morning are filling up her bladder at a much faster pace she anticipated. She needs to squeeze her sphincter muscle intentionally sometimes and her legs starts uncontrollably moving. She assures herself that the plane is soon about to land and she should be able to use the bathroom right after.
The touch down is rough and the seat belt pressed her bladder tightly. Lenna had to bend down and squeeze her leg tight to calm her full bladder. However, they are really in bad luck today. The plane took forever to taxi to the gate due to some ground traffics. She is really squirming on her seat during the whole taxiing - her legs starts fidgeting but she doesn't want to show it too obviously to her colleagues. She tried her best to stay calm and act normal, waiting to rush down the plane once it arrives at the damn gate.
With a slightly faster pace, Lenna finally waked out of the plane and start to search for bathroom - it shouldn't be a hard task since they are in an airport. However, right at the moment she saw the sign "bathroom", one of her colleague received a call from the Uber driver. Apparently, they reserved the Uber earlier and since the plane is a bit late, the Uber driver is waiting very angrily and was threating to cancel the trip. They panicked a bit - if they miss the Uber and call another one, they won't be able to make it to the opening keynote speech. Her colleague quickly suggested they rush to catch the Uber immediately. Lenna's mind went blanked a moment and just simply followed her colleagues toward outside. Because her colleagues' strong execution power, she ignored her bad situation and ignored her dangerous bladder at all! She just mechanically walked quickly, trying to catch up with her colleague.
They get on the Uber on time. Everyone seems a bit relief and was apologizing to the driver. However, the moment Lenna sat down at the back seat, she immediately regretted her decision skipping the bathroom. She really fell the strong pressure of her bladder. She really needs to pee! However, the car has already started and is driving away from the airport..
Lenna seriously starts to worry. It has been very long since she remember needing to pee this badly. Her mind starts wondering. Last time the situation is this bad was during a math exam in her middle school. She drank too much coffee in the morning (damn! Coffee again!) to stay awake and was almost struggling during the whole exam. After a hour and a half, she finally cannot stand it. She summitted the paper early and rushed to the bathroom in a light speed. She peed her underwear during her dash and it is such an embarrassing experience..
Lenna forced her mind to focus again. Thinking of her pee accident in the middle school is definitely not helping with her current situation. At that time, she was still a girl and thankfully nobody knows about the accident since she just peed a bit in the hallway before making to the bathroom. Now, she is an adult, a young professional, and taking a Uber together with her two senior colleagues. There is no way that she can stand having an accident in this situation! However, her bladder is obviously protesting heavily. It is extremely hard for her to sit still - her legs can't help but bouncing into each other, her butt is shifting every minute trying to ease the pressure to her sphincter muscle. On the surface, she is still trying to keep it professional and limiting her movement to minimal - at least she hoped to be minimal.
Lenna thought about asking the Uber driver to stop by a gas station or something but one - it is very embarrassing and is equivalent to express to everyone she is about the burst. And two - because of flight is late and Monday morning traffic, they are already late for the opening speech of the conference. As the most junior person in the team, she really doesn't want she become the unprofessional one and has everyone wait for her to find a bathroom so they will be even more late. She just kept on holding and hoping they will arrive soon.
15 minutes into the drive, Lenna is really in an emergency. All the water, coffee, orange juice she drank this morning has filled into her bladder. Pee spasms just come wave after wave and she had to squeeze her legs and pince her muscle really tight to stop them. She really hates her blazer dress now - it is impossible for her to use her hand to relief the pressure a bit without being noticed. Overall how can she put her hand from underneath her dress and press her private with another colleague sits just by her side? It is almost as embarrassing as if she had an accident here. She tries to cross and re-cross her leg to maximize the pressure to her private, but the effect is diminishing minute by minute. She checked Google maps tons of times but the timer is just moving slowly as hell..
Another 10 minutes passed by and Lenna is in a dire situation. She is now shifting herself every a couple of seconds and her legs are almost shaking. She starts to press her private through her blazer dress with her hand and squeeze her whole lower body muscle as tightly as possible. She really cannot keep her professionalism at this moment. All she have in her poor mind is to hold her pee and avoid having an accident on the Uber like a middle school girl.
Finally, her fidgeting and weird leg movements gets caught up in her colleague's eye. He glanced at her and asked hesitantly, "is everything okay?" Lenna blushed. This means that her body language is so weird that she cannot hide her situation anymore. She bit up her lips and admit, "umm, it is okay, I just need to use the bathroom a bit..". Her colleague then asked, "do you need a stop?" Lenna become blushed again. On one side, she is really dying to pee. On the other hand, she still wants to keep her last bit of professionalism and avoid everyone waiting for her. She reluctantly says, "I don't know, I know we are late, maybe I should be able to make it to the conference center...". She wants to slap herself right after saying this - there is no way she can hold her pee like this for another 20 minutes! However, both her colleagues looked at her and one of them said "No let's have a stop, you look really bad...". Lenna is so embarrassed to hear this - is it that obvious?
Yes, it this that obvious. She is bending over in her seat, legs double-crossed and squeezing hard, body shaking and shifting every a couple of seconds, and hand tightly pressed over her crouch on top of her blazer dress. Every bit of her body language is shouting "I'm about to burst and pee myself in 5 minutes!"
Finally, the car stops at a gas station. Lenna simply jumped out and dashed directly to the bathroom. She is running in a very weird way - bending over on top and a hand tightly pressing her crouch. Otherwise she would leak right away! However, the moment she touched the bathroom door, she cursed a thousand times in her mind. The door is locked and she needs to get the key! She stops at the door for a short period, moving on her feet frantically from left and right trying to ease the pressure of her bladder a bit, and then dashed to the convenient shop of the gas station in the same weird way. She grad the key abruptly from the staff and head back to the bathroom. During her final steps, her sphincter muscle finally gave away. Squirts of pee gushed on her underwear. Lenna is so panicked. She stops, bends down low and pressed her crouch as hard as she can. She has never tried to hold her pee this strong in her life! After 10 seconds, miracle happens and she somehow controlled her leaked pee. She then stumble toward the bathroom, open the door, shuts it, pulled down her wet snicker, sit on the toilet, and finally RELEAF!
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH - Lenna peed for a whole minute. It is the most satisfying moment in her life. After she finally stops, strong sense embarrassments starts to merge again. Not only she showed this much of indecent behaviors in front of her colleagues, she still pees her self as an adult! She checked the backed of her blazer dress and thankfully no water mark is found. Her snicker, however, is completely soaked. Lenna has to remove her soaked snicker, clean herself, and stands up with no underwear under her dress. She waked out of the bathroom, deeply embarrassed but trying to act as normal as possible. They resume the trip to the conference center. Of course they are late but nobody blamed her.
This become an unforgettable secret memory for Lenna. Not only she almost peed herself in front of her two senior colleagues, she also attended a whole day of conference without an underwear.
However, the whole scenario is also becoming another secret memory for one of Lenna's colleague. He noticed Lenna already needs to pee quite badly as early as on the flight. Do you think he is really sleeping during the whole flight? In addition, do you think the Uber driver is really that angry? 🙂
Edited July 20, 2022 by Imagesc
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Huffing two warming boxes filled to the brim with pizza, Alma panting hard, throws them into the back of her car and collapses at the driver’s seat.
Ok Alma, last delivery. You’re tired, but you can do this!.
Reaching into the back seat, she grabs a Beast energy drink, downing the can in one go and crushes it. Throwing it into a small trash bin, it’s been piling up with cans from earlier today.
And I better be quick with it, gotta piss.
She puts the pedal to the metal as the transmission goes into overdrive.
Going a comfortable 20mph over the speed limit through the boulevard, no car nor sign would stop her from getting this order delivered. Following her GPS directions, the estimated minutes tick down quicker than time allows as the cheetah reaches her destination. She could only await for the warm embrace of her bed back at home and have her weekend off. Tires scorching sparks on the asphalt, she drifts into the parking lot of an apartment complex.
As she steps out of the car, the chilly winds of the night strike through her exposed legs and stomach, Damn, when did it get so cold. Better find the place and get home soon.
Double checking the receipt for the door address, she then grabs the large boxes brimming with cheesy goodness.
Stumbling around with her edible weights, she curses under her breath, Geez, shouldn’t there be a big party going on with lights and music, where are they?
Crickets chirp annoyingly, almost like laughter as Alma hastily scans the doors.
The address in front of her aligns with the paper. She sets her burdensome bags down with a sigh of relief, takes a few deep breaths, and knocks on the door. It creaks open, stopped by the chain lock. “Show me the goods.” A small head peeks out from the shadowy room.
Alma bends her waist down, keeping her legs together, giving the man an eyeful of her curves.
It’s pizza, not coke. She opens the transport boxes and takes out the pies. “Mmmmm, that’s the stuff,” sniffing in glee at the scents of the food and especially the woman in front of him. “And looks like everything and more.” The man unlocks and opens the door fully, a giga sized wolf clad with nothing at all. “As such a supportive customer, shouldn’t I get a little something special?”
Donning her Pizza Slut attire, it was obvious what he wanted along with his food. Alma stares at the man blankly, her mind stuck dwelling in her own needs. Uhhhhhhh, shit. What the hell am I supposed to do exactly, wanna make this quick. Her legs take a step back, doing a slight bounce as her bladder cracks under panic. His hand softly grazes her cheek, “Relax dear, I’ll lead the way.”
“W-what do you want to-to do?”
His eyes mellow and a sly smile creeps, “I take it you’re new. Come inside with me and we’ll start with a handy.”
She takes another deep breath, Something simple and quick. I can get out of here soon enough.
His room was small, being only a bedroom and bath. Shutting the door behind them, the stranger sat on his bed, spreading his legs to reveal his erect cock. Without hesitation, the succubus runs over to his dick, gets on her knees and proceeds to play with his head. He wasn’t able to get a word out as Alma presents her excitement. Slobbering his dick in drool sucking him off, the man pushes her away, “Damn bitch. It’s not a race!” Her attempt at quickest satisfaction in the west fails. “Are you stupid, that shit felt like sandpaper! Get out of my house!” Failed spectacularly. Promptly pushed outside, she frowns at the displeased customer. Exasperated, he cools off with a sigh, “Well, there’s always a good time with pizza.”
Damn, I didn’t want to stick around, but I wanted to give him a good time at least. The excitement from earlier fades away, leaving the feline with a cold sweat all over her body and a wet patch on her thong. Feeling unpleasant in her car, she takes off her black shorts, slipping the panties off to go commando. A disgruntled sound escapes her mouth, touching the damp fabric. Into the trash it goes. Ceasing her wardrobe change, Alma wraps her hoodie around her waist. Going on her phone, she sets the coordinates back to her workplace to return the warming boxes and clock out. Ah shit, no tip. I really blew it.
In defeat, she rides back to her local Pizza Slut at the proper speed limit. Her earlier urge to go calmed as her anxiety died down. At a red light, she browses on her phone, looking at Glitter, her bestie and roommate’s texts. They were doing its magic, cheering her up, before a horn blares, a car accelerating past her. Looking forward again, she made it her goal to head home afterwards and let the bad times go away. Soon enough, Alma reaches her work place shouting a resounding, “Heyyyy!” Smiles perk up at her arrival.
“We’ll see you after the weekend?”
“Yeppers!” She tosses the bags in a back room and punches out. While I’m hereeeee, might as well make a pitstop. A cleaning in progress sign by the bathrooms No way! Of course they were cleaning up the restaurant for the next day, But why now of all times. Not wanting to ruin their tidy work, Alma makes her way back to the car with a huff. Before setting off, she makes a text to Glitter, “ Heading back home REAL QUICK Keep the door unlocked.”
Shifting around in her seat, fur rubbing against the fabric of her shorts bugs her.
I should have asked to use his toilet before we began. Her bladder’s catching up in the same breakneck pace Alma goes. Putting more pressure on the pedal, she urges her car to give it everything it has before her own urge is unbearable. Lost in her squirming, she runs a red light, blaring horns from others. Alma couldn’t afford to slow down as a spurt leaks through. Or I should have been faster getting back to the store. Ruminating over how she could have prevented this, she digs her hand into her shorts. Gotta get home gotta pee gotta pee gotta PEE!
A muffled scream barges out of her closed mouth as she presses down on herself. It wouldn’t be long until she got home, but her abdomen was practically rupturing already. Closing in on her destination, cars pile up on her route. Looking ahead, she notices orange signs and cones, “AH C’MON! You’re doing construction now!” Following the trail of slow moving vehicles, a thought plagues her mind of pulling over to squat. I mean it’s dark out, but someone could see me. I can still hold it! Alma fidgets in her seat, feeling the dampness and warmth of her hand. Barely, she thought in a pleading tone. Passing the end of the detour, Alma zooms ahead of the pack much to the annoyance of everyone there. Nearly there! Just a couple blocks. Hold it in!
Scurrying out of the car, she slams and locks the door, bolting inside of the apartment. She’s competing with herself in a race if her bladder can let loose before Alma gets in her room. Dribbling piddles of piss, the cheetah broke soundwaves climbing up the stairs to the hallway. The door already unlocked, Alma dashes into her home, makes a left into the bathroom. In front of her eyes await her porcelain throne and her roommate. Glitter blushes with a meek smile,” Welcome … home.” The throbbing pain in her bladder is like a parasite, taking control of Alma’s actions. Without hesitation, the cheetah practically rips her shorts off, beelining it to the seat. “Spread your legs!”
As Alma launches her ass at Glitter, yipping, she does as commanded, making room for both of them. Her pelvis catches the high speed impact of Alma’s thighs, pushing her back in recoil. Their torrents clash into the watery bowl. Alma exhales a long sigh of relief, she won her race. Something that didn’t go entirely to shit tonight. Glitter can feel the warmth on her lap, the fur damp in sweat and radiating piss at full blast. Brushing Alma’s extended, spiky shaped tail away from her face,
“Bleh. Long evening, huh,” Glitter unable to sit in complete silence as a newfound toilet seat. “Yeah, you could say that. Didn’t make any good tips today,” her tone sours.
“Awwwwww, it’s going to be ok Alma. I’m sure you did your best.”
Her frown sweetens up, “Yeah, least I’m the fastest cat out there in a car.”
“You’re the fastest thing out there even with these thunder thighs of yours,” the dog pinches Alma’s spots on the sides of her thighs.
“Damn, you must have been bored here. I get home and you’re already playing with my body.”
“Well, I’m just about done here and now I have to wait for your gushing to stop.”
Her need is vastly inferior to her roommate, Glitter’s casual tinkle ending as Alma has yet to show signs of ending. Alma’s face gets red, taking in the absurd situation happening.
“While you’re up there, can you get some TP for me?” The pup playfully reaches her arms out, “Can’t reach.” Extending forward, Alma grabs the fresh roll of toilet paper on the wall opposite of her. Doing so, she carelessly lifts up. “Hey hey! You’re getting it on me!” Glitter pulls Alma’s rear end back down.
“Ah, I’m sorry,” her sincere voice felt hollow as her lower end continued to spray the interior of the toilet in golden liquid.
“Damn girl, how much did you drink,” teasing her camel bladdered friend.
Abashed, “Ya know, water, morning coffee, some Beast cans. It’s more that I haven’t gone in the middle of work.”
“What do you mean some, those had to be the giga sized cups from 8Twelve.”
“Can it,” a tinge annoyed about the discussion of her bladder contents, “I can feel it end.” As she says, Alma’s long waterfall eventually dies down into spurts.
“Seriously, my legs are gonna fall asleep at this rate.”
“Shut up,” Alma continues to be provoked by Glitter’s taunts. Thankfully, the last jets of pee came through.
Standing up, she hands a wrapped up handful of paper to Glitter. “You’re free to go.”
The brown dog feels her pelvis area with paper, “Ick, it’s so wet. I’m going to hop in the shower before bed.”
Yarning, “I’ll meet you there, good night.”
Alma lethargically moves out of Glitter’s way until she pins the feline’s shoulder.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Bed.” Her eyes are losing the strength to stay open.
“You pissed on me, compensate.” She gives Alma puppy dog eyes.
“Ughhh, fiiiiiiine.”
The two step into the shower to clean up after a long night. |
Hi everyone. This is my first official post on here. I have been dabbling around for a long time and I wanted to get into a fictional wetting and messing series. I know that some of you may not be the biggest messing fans but I will let you know when those parts will come up. This is all fictional. Small parts may be from real life scenarios I have had but all names will be made up. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Introduction
Rachel was a 19 year old girl enjoying her summer off between her freshman and sophomore years of college. Rachel went to school in the same state she grew up in and lived a little over an hour away. She was home for the summer, taking an online class two days a week, and working a part time job. She grew up in a well-off family, so she didn’t necessarily need to work her part time job, but she did anyways because she got to work with her best friend Jessica.
Rachel was an average girl. 5’4”, 130 pounds, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, with an average build. 34C was her bra size and had the perfect booty, both in shape and size, and often referenced as peach emoji🍑, especially in a bikini or bathing suit. Rachel was a swimmer, so she was always at the pool.
Her best friend Jessica was similar height 5’3” and weighed about 145 pounds. She was a little bigger than Rachel but not by much. She had light brown, almost red hair, hazel eyes, and had 36D size boobs. Jessica was a 3 sport athlete in high school, playing Soccer in the fall, Swimming during the winter, and softball in the spring. Though they both graduated in the same year, their birthdays were nearly an entire year apart. Rachel’s birthday was in early September, (September 7) so she was one of the first ones to celebrate her birthday. Jess on the other had, had a late August birthday. August 31 to be exact.
Rachel and Jess became best friends by coincidence in middle school. Rachel had just moved to the small rural school a week before the start of 8th grade. Rachel was used to the hustle and bustle of Philadelphia. But here in rural Pennsylvania, was completely different. Rachel’s family moved into a decent size house in a moderately new neighborhood between Harrisburg and Philly. Rachel’s house was right on the edge of the new plan. Jessica’s house was in the older plan that sat along a main road that lead into town. To some it up, their backyards met together.
Rachel and Jess both work at the local mall, which was about 15 minutes away. They worked in a popular shoe store and often saw their classmates stop in for the latest pair of shoes. At their job, they get to wear any sports jersey they want whether it is basketball, football, baseball, hockey, soccer, collegiate team, etc… and black leggings and shoes. 90% of the time, the girls would just find a pair of shoes they liked and wear them around the store while they were on the clock.
On this particular late May day, Jessica was wearing a Phillies jersey, black and red J’s, solid black PINK brand leggings and a pink no show PINK brand thong underneath. If Jessica was wearing leggings, there was a 99% chance she was wearing a thong. Rachel on the other hand, wasn’t the biggest fan of thongs. She liked more traditional undies: cheekies and bikinis. Today, Rachel was wearing her best friends college soccer jersey, a pair of her own shoes, black Chuck Taylors, and a pair of black camo leggings from Gym Shark and light blue no-show cheeky panties from Aerie with a little bit of lace around the hip.
Unfortunately for the girls, the restroom they had in the back of their store wasn’t working properly and the mall management locked the door and put a sign out it stating “OUT OF ORDER” in red and white lettering. Both Jessica and Rachel had decently strong bladders, but working for 8 1/2 hours, and being tempted by the Starbucks location next door, the girls usually had to pee at least twice during their shift. The only issue now is that the only other bathroom they had access to was the main mall bathroom, and that was located on the complete other side of the first floor of the mall.
Both Rach and Jess started at 9 AM and would be off at 5:30 PM, each getting a half an hour lunch between 12:30 and 2, whenever they wanted to go. Rach thought “if I play my cards right, I’ll be able to pee before we open the store at 9:30, again during my lunch break, and before I leave to drive home.” Rachel and Jess both rode to work together today in Jessica’s car. She drives an older, silver Honda suv. Most of Jessica’s dashboard lights were on, but she ignored them because her car ran fine, especially for having nearly 250,000 miles on it.
As the girls arrived at the mall entrance, Jess said “hey girl, we should go potty before we go to work. You know the bathroom is still down” “yeah that sounds like a good idea. I forgot to pee this morning before I left anyways” replied Rachel. So the girls both used the restroom as soon as they walked in and then headed to the store.
It was a relatively slow day at the store, so the girls took turns running next door for Starbucks. Within an hour, Jessica could feel her bladder reaching capacity. Jess said “man I really wish they would fix our bathroom because this Starbucks is going right through me!” Jess laughed and Rachel responded “ewwww Jess I don’t need to know about your need to poop!” “I don’t have to poop silly! I have to pee though! I’m gonna try to hold it until 12:30 and go during my lunch break.” She looked down at her exercise watch and it read 11:57. 32 more minutes plus the 5 minute walk across the mall and she was able to finally pee.
As time ticked past slowly and only 1 pair of shoes being sold, the time had finally came for Jess to go to lunch and take a Pee. Jess clocked out and made her way through the mall. She had to pee really bad and didn’t notice but her panties were a little wet. Not from being turned on, but from little unintentional leaks she had while at worked. As she walk into the bathroom stall and pulled down her pants and panties, she saw how wet her panties were. So wet infact they were noticeably darker. Jess was prone to a little leak here or there, but she hadn’t noticed it to be this bad before.
Jess emptied her bladder on the toilet as she inspected her wet thong. She was no stranger to peeing herself, however, she was usually in her swimsuit. Jess had liked the feeling of being able to pee wherever she wanted in her swim wear whether it be on the pool deck at swim meets, in the pool during practice or at the end of her event, sun bathing in the backyard, or even sitting on the toilet before or after practice. There were times where her best friend Rachel even caught her peeing in her swimsuit and would make comments like “why not just Pee in the pool” or “just pull it to the side like a normal person would while they are on the toilet”. But Jess had never dared to purposefully pee in her underwear before, but seeing her leakage, she considered the possibility of trying it…
alright that’s the end of Chapter 1. I really hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for following parts. Feel free to comment what you would like to see or any suggestions you may have! |
Chapter 2: An Afternoon Later
Jess got back to work from her lunch break a few minutes late and she definitely heard about from her store manager. “Rachel was the only employee on the floor while you were out there, perusing the mall for an extra 4 minutes.. you have to do better and not leave your employees hanging if you expect to improve through the company. You know Jess…” but she had stopped paying attention to her grumpy manager, and her mind instantly went to the feel of the now cool pee patch in her panties.
Rachel on the other hand just watched as her best friend zoned out while their manager screamed at Jess. Rachel had felt the urge to pee too, however she had a bladder of steel. She could recall 3 times in her life that she had ever had an accident since being potty trained. Once in elementary school when her family was on their way to the beach in the rental car and she was too afraid to ask to stop and she ended up wetting herself and pooping herself in the backseat. Another time was when she was in high school, junior year and she had just discovered masturbating and was doing it on a regular basis. She always wore panties and only panties when she masturbated and felt the urge to pee and just held it. She held it until she orgasmed. And when she squirted as she orgasmed, her body relaxed and she completely pissed herself in bed. It made quite a mess and she was extremely embarrassed, but she had to hide it from her parents, so she waited until later that weekend to wash her pee stained sheets.
Rachel’s most recent accident had only happened a couple of weeks ago. She was at college and it was the Friday before finals. She went to a frat party with a couple of friends from class and she had gotten pretty drunk. She was too nervous to pee at the party, so she held it until they left. On her way back to their dorm room, she couldn’t hold it any longer and completely soaked her black jeans in front of her friends. They all kinda laughed at her but felt guilty until one of the girls, Maddie, admitted that she had peed her cut off Levi shorts not once, but twice at the party, and proceeded to pee herself again in the stairwell of their dorm.
It was now Rachel’s turn to go on break. She grabbed her wallet and went to the bathroom. Unless Jess, the crotch of her light blue I cheeky panties were dry. She had a small wet patch from when she got turned on this morning, but no sign of a pee stain. She was also used to peeing herself, but only in her swimsuit and usually only in the water. The only exception is when she was kayaking, when she would usually just Pee self in the kayak or in her backyard or Jess’ yard when they were sun bathing and she’d just go while tanning. While in the bathroom, Rachel did hit her Juul a couple times. Thanks to college stress, she had a slight nicotine addiction.
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Now, at 5:00, both Jess and Rach had just clocked out from worked and told the night shift what they needed to work on. Rachel told one of the boys, who she thought were both kind of cute, Tyler, that she would be in tomorrow at 1:30 to close with him. Jess had tomorrow off. That was part of the reason she was in a hurry to get home. The other reason was that she really needed to pee.
“Alright guys, we’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night!” Rachel said as her and Jess walked to the car. “Hey Jess, need to pee? We can stop at the restrooms on our way home”
“No I’m good. I’m gonna hold it until I get home” Jess responded. She knew what she wanted to do, and she wanted to make sure her bladder was completely full when it happened.
“Ok suit yourself. Wait for me?” Rachel asked.
“Sure. I’m gonna run over to say hi to Kay over across the way”
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After a nearly 30 minute ride home due to rush hour traffic, Jess had finally made it home. She dropped Rachel off at her house and then drove home. She parked on the street because her mom and dad weren’t home from work yet, and her mom had to park in the garage. The only other person home was her younger sister Heidi. Heidi, and her twin brother Hank, though everyone just called him Junior (JR), had just turned 16. JR was at football practice, which happened every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday until 7. Heidi was at home, enjoying her first day of summer break after finishing up her sophomore year. She had to get ready to go to cheer practice and was getting excited to be able to drive to practice with her mom when she got home from work. Jess knew that she had a small window of opportunity to go through with her plan, and it either had to be right now before her mom got home, or wait even longer for her mom and sister to leave for cheer practice. Then she had the house all to herself, for maybe 20 minutes at the absolute most, before her brother would get dropped off from practice. She decided it would be now or never.
Jess knew that her sister wouldn’t bother her, because she was on FaceTime with her friend and they were gossiping about something they saw either on TikTok. Jess snuck into her bedroom, reached into her top dresser drawer, grabbed a pair of her “period panties” and went into the bathroom and shut and locked the door behind her. Jess’ “period panties” were just regular Hanes cotton panties that she bought in a big variety pack. All of them, except for 1, was solid color. She happened to grab a pair of grey ones. Immediately, Jess took off her jersey and undershirt and slipped down her leggings and PINK thong, very wet now from several small leaks, some as recent as going up the stairs of her 2 story house to her room. She grabbed the grey panties, and pulled them up over her vagina, that was freshly shaved in the shower this morning before work.
She caught herself In the bathroom mirror. There she was, almost 19 years old, wearing a sports bra and a pair of panties, getting ready to purposely wet herself. She couldn’t believe it. Contemplating on whether she should do it in the bathroom or over the toilet, she came to the conclusion of doing it on the toilet because she hadn’t brought extra clothes to shower, and running water on the tub to clean up her pee would be too suspicious.
She sat down on the toilet with a very strong need to pee. She said “well, here does nothing” and let go. Except, she didn’t start peeing. It was too hard for her to pee herself on purpose. She tried to relax and nothing happened. She sat there for what seemed like an hour, but was only 2 minutes. She then lifted her butt off the seat and hovered. Nope… still no pee. Her bladder was aching for relief. “Why can’t I pee” she said in a slight whisper. She stood up, went over to the bathtub and stood there, feet spread should with apart, trying to release. Nothing.
She squatted down in the tub. As she squatted, a small spurt of pee made its way into her panties, making a small dot on them. She relaxed, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Pee slowly began to trickle out of her crotch, spread across the gusset of her panties, and begin to flow through the light grey cotton material. With a now smile on her face and a light moan, Jess was now full force peeing her underwear for the first time in her life on purpose. As she relaxed, her pee stream got heavier, and she now had 2 strong streaming coming out of her panties. She shifted her weight Over to one side, still peeing, and pee began to come out the leg hole while coming straight through the fabric. After what felt like an eternity, her stream was back down to a trickle and she stood up, still with a little pee falling down her legs. She gave one last push, a small burst of pee came straight through and she was done. She couldn’t believe that she just purposely peed herself in her bathtub.
Jess’ family had a full length mirror on the backside of the door. She walked over, leaving pee foot prints on the tiled bathroom floor. Standing in front of the mirror that she used every morning before work and school, she saw herself, an 18 year old blonde, standing with her black Nike sports bra on and a pair of soaking wet grey panties. She turned around and showed her ass to the mirror. The wet patch had spread from the top of her pussy, the whole way up her butt, neatly to the top of the waste band. Feeling instantly relieved, she sat down on the toilet and just admired her soaking wet panties. She felt so relieved that she was actually kind of horny, something Jess was rarely.
She slid her dominate left hand into the front of her wet panties and began massaging her vagina. She was really turned on. Within 2 minutes, she was knuckle deep on both her middle and pointer finger on her left man’s, full blown masturbating in her own pissy underwear. Her right hand had worked it’s way up to her now exposed boobs. Within a minute, she has now came in her pissy panties too. As she sat on the toilet catching her breath, she had a slow tinkle into the toilet. She looked down and she was re-wetting herself with whatever remaining pee she had left in her and said “wow that was amazing. I have to do this again!”
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Chapter 3: Tanning and Peeing
After working all week, the girls had a day off together on Friday. It was a beautiful late spring day, the first day of June actually. The sun was out and it wasn’t too hot, a high of 80°. Rachel and Jess decided to hang out on this beautiful day and start working on their summer tan.
Just behind Rachel’s house was a big, in-ground swimming pool. On the one side, was a small, jacuzzi part of the pool separated by a small wall with a built in door that leads to the main pool. Around the jacuzzi area, was a wooden deck. Around the rest of the pool was concrete with a small seating area at the opposite end and a 6’ wooden fence the whole way around.
The girls went just past the fence into the open area where Rachel’s family set up a volleyball/badminton net in the summer. That’s where they usually tanned. Here, the girls had enough cover to pull their bikini’s up and get a minimal tan line.
Jess knocked on Rachel’s door around 11:30 wearing a red and white striped bikini from Shein. Over top of her bottoms, was a pair of light blue Levi cutoff shorts, riding high on her hips, showing off her booty. Rachel opened the door wearing a basic black bikini top and a pair of black and white Nike shorts over top of an olive colored pair of bikini bottoms. Each girl carried a big beach bag with a towel, tanning oil, sun screen, and several other things they probably didn’t need.
Once the girls got to their spot, laid out the their towels, and were getting ready to tan, Jess said “hey I’m gonna pee before we get tanning”
“Ok. You can go inside of the pool house bathroom. My family opened it up last weekend.” Rachel told her friend, probably knowing she would choose to go right there in the yard anyways.
“Nah I’m good. I’m just gonna squat and go here haha” Jess said. And that’s what she did. She squatted off behind her towel and pee flowed through her red bikini and into the grass below her, darkening the crotch of her swimsuit. After 45 seconds, the stream ended and she shook a little bit and said “ahhh. Much better!”
“Jess idk how you can pee in a dry bikini! Doesn’t it get annoying with just a wet crotch?”
“Not really” replied Jessica. “I’m used to just peeing myself whenever I wear a swimsuit, whether it’s wet or dry haha. There’s many times at practice that I’ll pee my suit while I’m getting ready in the locker room or in the shower area. Rach, you pee your swimsuit too don’t you?”
“Yeah I do, but it feels weird if I do it in a dry suit. It has to be wet or I have to be in the pool or shower in order to pee. It just feels too weird when it’s dry.” Rachel responded.
Roughly a half an hour later, Rachel was feeling desperate and really needed to pee. She had been drinking a ton of water to stay hydrated, but it was going right through her. “Hey Jess I’m gonna go ‘take a dip’, do you want to come?” Both Jess and Rach knew that was Rach’s way of saying she had to pee.
“Rach why don’t you just pee here. I have to pee too. We can pee together. Who’s going yo see us? We’re behind a fence.”
“I can’t pee! My suits dry and it feels funny. Come on! Let’s go pee in the pool. I could go for a little swim too”
Jess responded with “then don’t pee your suit! Pull it to the side and pee.” And with that, Jess stood up, and peed right through her red bikini again, making the small damp patch on her bikini even more wet and damp. “See, it’s not that hard hahaha. And it feels really good and I don’t have to Pee anymore.”
Rachel responded with “wow that’s actually kind of hot. And I really have to pee…” Rachel, still sitting on her towel, was about to lose control of her aching need to pee. She looked down at her olive colored bikini bottoms at they began to darken in color as she relieved herself. “Oh god that feels so good” Rachel almost moaned as she relieved her self.
She fully released her bladder now, peeing as hard as she could through her now very wet bikini bottoms. She was peeing so much and so hard, she had a stream coming straight through the bikini as well as pee coming out of her leg holes, as the wet patch covered majority of the crotch, front, and now back of her bikini. “This is my first pee of the day Jess hahaha. I’m still peeing and idk if I’m ever gonna stop!” Rachel had been peeing now for nearly a full minute.
Rachel’s stream had stopped and her bottoms were very soggy. Her friend Jess witnessed the entire thing and was very turned on. Jess had never seen her best friend pee herself before. Rach stood up, remaining pee dripping from her not noticeable pee soaked bikini. Her bikini already barely covered her butt, but now it was nearly ass butt cheek showing. On the front, a noticeable pee line could be seen that went the whole way to the top of her vagina, outlining her cameltoe and exposing some pube stubble.
Both Jess and Rachel became really horny. Neither of them would tell each other that it made them horny, however, I think they knew. Neither of them acted upon it until later that night… 😉 |
Chapter 5: Later that Night 😉 (Jess’ Version)
Jess was on her way home from Rachel’s house, when she decided to empty her bladder one more time in her already very damp red and white striped bikini. She stood just off to the side of her garage, behind a row of waist high hedges and released her bladder. You could hear the pee pool on the ground around and on her flip flops. As she stood peeing, her sister came walking around out of the garage and through the opening in the hedges to find her older sister peeing through her bikini. Jess didn’t see her because she had her eyes closed and her sun glasses on.
“Jess, why do you pee in your bikini?” Heidi asked.
“Shit, Heidi! Why are you watching me Pee?” Jess asked.
“Why are you peeing through your bikini? Just pull it aside or pull it down like a normal person. Now can you go away, I have to pee and your stupid brother is hogging the only toilet in the house.”
Heidi was antsy. She really needed to pee and was obviously pee shy. She had peed outside before, mostly when someone was in the bathroom; their only bathroom.
“Jess please… I really have to pee..” Heidi cried as she unbuttoned her white Hollister cut off jean shorts, exposing the top of her dark maroon thong with the thick black PINK branding at the top.
“Just go” Jess said. “You just watched me piss myself. What does it matter, we’re sisters.”
“Ugh I hate you!” Heidi replied. She dropped her white shorts and maroon thong to the ground, squatted down to where her bald, shaved pussy was almost touching the grass and released a turret of bright yellow pee into the ground. “See, I pull my pants down like a big girl. I stopped peeing in my pants when I was 3!” Heidi mocked.
Jess didn’t care. She recalled the feeling she felt the other day when she wet herself in her grey panties. And how it felt so good, she pissed through her black cheeky panties yesterday when she came home from work. It felt so good to her but she dare not tell her sister about how she enjoys wetting herself. Hell, she couldn’t even find the courage to tell her best friend yet.
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Later that night, Jess, Heidi, and the rest of their family went out to dinner at a local Italian place. Jess got her favorite dish from the restaurant: Stuffed Shells with sauce. Her sister Heidi was lactose intolerant but still insisted on getting the stuffed shells as well. They family ate food and shared stories about how their day was. Jess and Heidi were going cup for cup on their Dr. Pepper’s, each drinking 3 24oz cups of the fountain drink. As their dad was paying the bill, Jess felt the need to pee, be decided to hold it on their 10 minute ride home, in hopes to see what it would feel like to pee in her orange colored peach logo panties from PINK made of the no show fabric. All of her other pees have been in either her swimsuit or cotton panties.
On their way home, all Jess could think about was how badly she wanted to pee herself. Yeah she had peed in her swimsuit all day today, infact, she hadn’t used the toilet at all today. Just her bikini bottoms and once in the shower before going out to dinner. Jess even began to feel a little horny when she thought about it.
All of a sudden, Heidi let out a huge fart. “Woah I shouldn’t have eaten those stuffed shells.. I’m gonna have to poop when we get home!” This made Jess’ heart sink. She knew Heidi was going to take FOREVER in the bathroom and she REALLY had to pee…
Heidi kept ripping farts all the way home. When they got out of the car, she made a mad dash to the bathroom. Jess got out of the car and she knew that time was ticking. She immediately went to her room and shut the door. Jess wanted to have an “accident”, but she wanted it to be on purpose and in the bathroom, not in her room. Plus, she was certain she had to do more than pee.. but she didn’t want to do that in her panties.
After 15 minutes, Jess was nearly about to lose her battle. She ran to the bathroom in just a t-shirt and orange peach panties, to find the door still shut, the light still shining through the bottom of the door, and her sister still in there. Jess had to give in. She made sure no one was watching and she ran over to the closet, grabbed 2 big bath towels, and headed back to her bedroom.
Jess got back to her bedroom, dropped the towels on her bed and went to lock her door. She didn’t want anyone to walk in on her enjoying herself in the comfort of her bedroom. She laid the first town folded in half on the floor. Then, she folder the thicker feeling towel so it had 8 layers of thickness and she took her shirt and bra off. There she was, standing in her room, nearly naked with mostly dry orange and peach panties on, getting ready to pee once again today, not in the toilet.
She was nervous. “What if I make a mess” she thought. Then looked down and saw her towels folded on her wooden bedroom floor, far enough away from her area rug and the door. She turned her tv on and began to get situated. She squatted down, hovering only a few inches from her towels, watching something on MTV and she closed her eyes.
She felt a warm rush of pee escape into the slightly damp crotch of panties and within 5 seconds, she fully released. Pee was flowing right through her panties, out her leg holes, down around her butt, and pouring out onto the towels. “Ahhhhh… Fuuuuck!” She said as she completely flooded her panties with warm, yellow pee. All of the water and Dr. Pepper she drank was easily coming out.
She felt so naughty. After well over a minute, her bladder had emptied and she was still squatted, with pee dripping everywhere from her panties. “Wow that was absolutely amazing! God I love this feeling!” Jess said out loud.
She was extremely turned on. So turned on infact, she reached down into her soaking pissy panties and started masturbating vigorously. She was rubbing and fingering and grabbing her tits and within 2 minutes, she had squirted in her pissy panties. She was moaning rather loudly and was worried she was going to get caught. But then she realized her TV was pretty loud, so it probably covered it up.
“God, I made such a mess hahaha.” Jess said looking down at her still wet panties and big wet spots on the towels. Jessica then felt that uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. A feeling of needing to go #2. She had quickly grabbed her sleep shirt, one that was a XXL, and threw it on over her pissy panties and went to see if her sister was done. She walked out into the hall, also having wooden floors, to find the bathroom door still closed and someone in there. She knocked “hey are you almost done in there!” Heidi replied “almost… shouldn’t have had dairy though…”
Jess was going to have to make a decision quick. She could sneak outside and go in the yard, but it was dark and she was afraid an animal might sneak up on her. She could go back to her room and wait as long as she could in hopes her sister would finish. She could go down into their laundry room in the basement and go in a bucket, which she had done twice before, both in middle school. Or, she could give in and just use her panties. She had done that 1 time before by accident and she really didn’t want to. She decided to wait.
She went back to her room, shut and locked the door behind her. She took off her sleepy shirt and her wet panties and threw on a pair of baby blue cotton Hanes panties. She was now standing, walking around her room waiting for her sister to be done. She was flipping through TikTok when she felt a cramp. She really needed to poo. She tried to distract herself by TikTok but that only lasted for another video or two. She got another cramp and she froze…
It was happening… she let out a fart. “Oh no… am I really gonna do this…” she said out loud. She ran over to her towels still laying on the ground. Everytime she pooped, she peed so she wanted to be prepared. “I’m gonna check again” she said. Another cramp hit. “Nope… I’m gonna poop here” she said.
There she stood, in the middle of her bedroom, above 2 big bath towels soaked with pee, she was going to finish going in her pants. She bent over, put her hands on her knees, and it happened. For the first time since she was a freshman in high school (the accident), she was pooping in her pants.
With a little grunt, the first poop began to hit the fabric of her undies. She adjusted her panties, pulling them down slightly, so the first turd could fully sit in her panties. She knew there was more coming. After maybe a minute, she began to push again, fully accepting the fact she was purposefully going in her pants. While pushing, she unconsciously began peeing through her second pair of panties in 10 minutes. Some of the pee was a consistent stream flowing right through the center, most of it however, was running down her legs. The leg holes in these panties were pretty tight, so she didn’t have to worry about poop sliding out.
The second poop was coming out, smaller than the first one, but she was running out of room in her panties. She pulled them down a little bit and both longs set in her panties very nicely but there was still more to come. She hadn’t pooped in 4 days!
After her readjustment, she began pooping again. This time, she was pushing out smaller, rounder poops into the seat of her panties. After a couple minutes of pushing and to even her surprise, a little more peeing, she had completed her business entirely in her panties. For the first time in her life, she had purposely filled her pants. And for only the second time in her life, she had filled her pants.
“I can’t believe I just shit my pants.” Jess said. She had waddled over to her closet where she had a full length mirror. As she approached, she immediately noticed the wet spot on the front of her bright blue panties and as she turned around, she saw a huge bulge. 2 logs and about 3 smaller semi-logs or balls settled nicely in her panties. They sagged down probably 6 inches, exposing the top of her butt crack. “Wow.. that was a big poop.” She said. Then she heard her sister flush the toilet and it was time to clean up. As she waddled back over to her pee soaked towels, she decided to push whatever else was in her out. This was only a small amount of pee that remained in her system, barely made a wet spot on her damp panties. She tossed her orange panties under her bed, along with her towels, threw her shirt on, grabbed another pair of panties from her drawer, and headed off to the bathroom to empty her pants.
“I kinda want to do that again… but it would probably make me weird” she said as she went off to the bathroom |
Cyber Spunk
Ivy bit her lip in exctacy, losing control of herself for a brief moment. As soon as she realised, she immediatley composed herself and had a quick look around her. No one seemed to notice.
“Thank fuck” She whispered to herself.
She then stood up, pulled up her camo pants and clipped back on her utility belt, then glanced back at the puddle she left behind the tree near her campsite with a little smile, as she walked back to get out of the blistering sun and into some shade. It is hot out here,very hot, but she is used to it.
Ivy is a Nomad. The best way to describe a Nomad is to imagine a travelling circus, often on the road or set up for weeks at a time, sometimes months, at different locations in the wilderness, deserts, forests, remote beaches, pretty much anywhere that isn’t occupied by many people.
Only this circus has no clowns, and they don’t have much to do with the cities or people outside of their nomad clans. They live in their vehicles, campers, tents, swags, you name it. And going for a night out in one of their camps often proves to be a regretful experience to anyone not accustomed to the nomad lifestyle.
Ivy’s current location is different from most of the ones shes camped out at in the past, though.
This time she and her clan were right outside New Omocity, the biggest city in her world.
Ivy didnt know it yet, but she is spending her final days with her Clan, for an unknown amount of time, as they make the final preparations and begin to take action to a plan they’ve had for a very long time. Ivy was chosen to enter the city and try to spark up a deal with any manufacturing company she could fnd and that were willing to work with the Nomads, whom are often treated as outcasts and exiles.
You see, the Nomads, while largely living the lifestyle they have by choice, just seemed to develop a stigma and bad reputation, mainly rumours and lies made up by citizens within city walls. The general idea is that they have a lawless, savage, almost primal or animal like way. And of course, this is true for the most part, only they are also highly intelligent, adpatable, capable, efficient, harderend people, with good morales, however rough then can be.
The deal Ivy has to try and spark with a manufacturing company? Ivy’s clan has descovered another plant that can be used to create latex. A material that seemingly has endless uses, and is mostly derived from plant material. Only the latex produced from this plant was nearly 10x as strong and sturdy as regular latex, and for some reason it can conduct electricity without harming someone in skin contact with it, ie when wearing a suit made out of it. Several inventions have been created by the clan using this new latex, including a suit, and they are looking to strike up a deal that will make them wealthy, far wealthier than the other nomand clans out there, which is usually rare in a Nomad clan, as most of them are happy living off the land.
“Getting nervous, are ya?” A voice said witch startled Ivy, she turned and was met with a grin.
Ivy turned off her gas stove and picked up the boiling kettle, pouring it into a tea cup with a tea bag already in it. Tea was often drunk even on hot days, as it actually helps the body stay cool. Black or green of course, as milk was a luxury the nomads didnt often have.
“How’d you know, is it obvious?” Ivy replied.
“You could say that” Oscar pointed to the now nearly dried up puddle several meters away behind the tree.
Ivy blushed, and nearly missed her tea cup, spilling a little hot water on her bare feet.
“Ow!” Ivy finished pouring into her cup and placed her kettle down.
“I didnt think anyone saw me.” Ivy said.
“Oh don’t worry I don’t think anyone did, I didnt, I just couldnt help but notice the aftermath on the way over here, I was just doing the same thing before I thought I’d come see how you are doing.” Oscar explained, still smiling.
“So what, are you nervous too, Oscar? Everyone needs to pee, mate, nervous or not!”
“Thats true! I just thought the whole scene was rather funny, especially since im feeling nervous for you too! But to be honest, I can’t think of anyone else in our clan who could pull this off more than you!”
(to be continued)
If you like where ii am going with this, and like my writing style, please leave me some encouragement! i would like to make this a healthy read you wont be able to finish in one night.
Also, i have been interested in figuring out how to generate a little income through creating omo - related content. I have a few videos on this site, but i am a Male and i do believe its difficult without a partner to make a video most people would be willing to spend a couple bucks on. i don't really want to ty and take advantage of the dangerous & wealthy kind of people on the internet either.
So it brings me to my next and probably more likely option, creative writing, erotica or fetish etc.
Does anyone know of any website, i guess a little bit like patreon, (or if thats the site i should use?) that allows very obviously adult and NSFW content?
if anyone here is especially fond of where i want to go with this story, i can leave a crypto address of your choosing, as most people would agree, any money based encouragement is often welcomed and applied with vigor!
I will continue writing this regardless. I do dream of writing book one day and publishing it through a proper company, but i'd rather try and self publish any erotica type of stuff.
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“Fuck! No!” Jen wanted to cry, she couldn’t believe what was happening. She was frozen in place, unable to take another step because her legs had to stay pressed together with her hands jammed between them. If she tried to move at all, she would feel hot spurts escape into her panties.
“C’mon it’s so close!” Camille told her friend. Camille could tell there were people watching, not many, but they definitely took an interest in what was happening. And that fact burned Jen. All of these people…standing around… about to watch her…
That fear just transitioned from her mind into reality. She couldn’t hold the flood back any longer. She felt the intense warmth and wetness explode against her crotch and her hands that were pressed against it, before it ran down the inside and back of her jeans. She was pissing herself in the middle of the mall, right near the bathrooms.
Jen hated thinking about that memory, but it made sense why it came up. Her and Camille were on their way to the mall again, for the first time since her accident. Camille was a huge help for Jen when it happened, comforting her friend and helping her get home. But ever since then, she’s started teasing Jen a bit about it. She would say things like “Are you sure you don’t want to stop and use the potty first?” And “Be careful drinking so much, don’t want a repeat of the mall!”
And truthfully, Jen has been thinking more about her bladder as well. Every time she felt the urge to pee, she worried if she would make it to the toilet in time. She’d had a few close calls since, nothing like the mall, but her anxiety about her bladder was so bad that she decided to do something somewhat drastic.
“I mean I think it’s a good idea, plus they look cute on you!” Camille told Jen, causing her to blush bright red. She couldn’t believe what she was wearing, but there she was, standing in the doorway of Camille’s bedroom showing off her brand new “incontinence panties” or as Camille liked to call them…
“Are you wearing your pull-ups?” Camille asked Jen before taking a sip of her iced coffee. Jen blushed just like she did when she first got them. She was wearing them, right underneath her red, floral print skirt. She just nodded at her friend, and fiddled with the hem of her skirt, causing her friend to laugh.
“Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine.” Camille took off her sunglasses to reveal her green eyes, her curly, light brown hair fell past her shoulders almost touching the white crop top she was wearing with her light washed jeans. Jen was always jealous of her friend's hair and eyes. She was a darker brunette, and her eyes matched, but Camille always assured her that she was more attractive than she thought.
Today the two young women were on the hunt for deals, the mall they frequented was never that busy, so the stores always had great sales to bring customers in, and since it was the beginning of summer they had to get some fresh styles. Camille led the way of course, she was always the more bold and outgoing of the two, but ever since Jen’s accident she had been more demure. And secretly wearing a pull-up instead of panties, a difference she could feel with every step, made her more shy.
It wasn’t long before Jen first felt the tingling in her bladder. She had coffee as well, but finished hers sooner than Camille. She knew Camille would be desperate to pee soon too, and she didn’t want to admit she had to use the bathroom so soon after arriving at the mall. But Jen also didn’t want to actually wet her pull-up. The thought made her shiver, Camille would tease her relentlessly, but at least it would beat pissing her jeans.
Jen was correct in assuming Camille would have to go soon, she had actually needed to use the bathroom before they even entered the mall. But she wasn’t worried, she knew there were bathrooms close by and she would use them soon. Camille always held her pee until the last minute, she was usually too wrapped up in whatever she was doing to bother using the toilet. And honestly? She sometimes enjoyed the feeling of a full bladder. But that coffee she had was starting to affect not only her bladder, but her bowels as well. And this feeling was more unpleasant, but she still chose bouncing around the store looking at cute outfits over heading to the bathroom, until Jen finally spoke up and said something.
“Hey uh, Cam… do you think we could go to uhh…” Jen fiddled with the hem of her skirt again, she was clearly too ashamed to ask but Camille knew what her friend needed.
“Of course, I really need to go too.” Camille told her friend, which seemed to relieve Jen. But unable to pass up the chance to tease her, Camille added. “Why don’t you just go right now though? No point in running all the way to the toilet?” Jens blush returned even harder and Camille just snickered.
Maybe it was karma, but when Camille got to the bathroom, what she saw made her jealous of Jen and her pull-ups.
“Out of order?!?” Jen read the sign on the bathroom door out loud.
“It’s fine. We can just head to the other bathroom.” Camille said through gritted teeth, her need to piss was really bad, but it was her bowels that were really troubling her.
“Are you sure? It’s really far.” Jen asked.
“Well, what other choice do we have?” Camille responded, bouncing from leg to leg.
“I mean, maybe we could just go back to the car and you can pee in the parking lot like you always do…” Jen offered. “And I can just use…you know…”
“I would Jen, the only problem is I have to do more than pee.” Camille told her, causing Jen to simply reply “Oh.” And go quiet, before the two set off to find the bathroom on the other side of the mall.
Jen’s need to pee was intense, not as bad as her first accident, but she knew she had to find the toilet fast. She could tell Camille was in an even worse position, her friend was openly grabbing her crotch, and she only did that when she really needed to pee. Usually when she was at home and about to run to the bathroom, or when she was ready to go hide somewhere, pull her pants and panties down, and piss on the ground. But neither of those options were available right now.
Jen’s thoughts stopped when Camille stopped suddenly, she saw her friend take a big breath and squeeze her crotch tighter than before, contorting her body in a desperate attempt to hold her piss in.
“I think I just leaked, like really bad.” Camille told her friend. “We really need to get there soon.” Camille looked at the stores around her, and she came to a terrible realization. They’ve been going the wrong way!
“Fuck, we went the wrong way…” Camille told Jen. Jen groaned and turned around to look to see where they were, she fiddled with her skirt and bounced around. She felt like she was going to leak any minute as well.
“What are we going to do?” Jen looked back at Camille, and she could see by the look on her face it was too late. It was just like Jen’s accident, the way the wetness seeped from her crotch down her legs, spreading across the back, running down into her shoes and socks and puddling on the floor. Jen could remember the warm wet feel of her accident and she knew Camille was feeling the same thing as well.
Camille felt bad for teasing her friend so much about her accident, now that she was experiencing much the same thing. Her jeans were drenched, and it was obvious to anyone who saw her what had happened. The wet denim clung to her legs just like her panties clung to her crotch. She gave up any last bit of control of her bladder and let the piss flow. She looked at Jen, and saw her friend's face burning red, but she didn’t immediately know why. She saw tears form in Jen’s eyes, and her legs spread apart and her knees buckled somewhat. That’s when Camille realized that Jen was having an accident of her own in her pull-up.
Jen stumbled backwards onto a bench nearby, as she sat she felt the material of the pull-up squish against her nether regions. That was the final straw, it became impossible to hold back. All the piss that she had been holding for hours began roaring into the pull-up. She felt as she did for her previous accident, like there were a million eyes on her, even though this time it was more likely they’d be in Camille. But even though it was relatively hidden, this accident still humiliated Jen. She could feel the material of the pull-up swell underneath her, until it couldn’t take any more. Then, she felt her thighs begin to get wet, she was pissing so much that the pull-up had begun to leak, and drip through the bench onto the ground beneath her.
Even though both girls were soaked, Camille was still set on finding the bathroom. One accident was bad enough for her, she didn’t need to completely soil her clothes. She took Jen’s hand and helped her stand up, watching little drops of piss run down her friends legs past her skirt.
“C’mon, I still need to go.” Camille said before dragging her soggy, upset friend along by the hand. Every step Camille took she felt her socks squish in her wet shoes, and she felt the wet fabric of her panties rub against her. She wanted nothing more than to take them off as soon as possible, the dampness wasn’t only uncomfortable, but it was making it harder to hold what was in her bowels. Camille had to hold herself again like she did when she had to pee, only this time she pressed a hand firmly against her wet behind, and it was far less effective. She was losing the battle and she knew it.
Jen hoped her friend could make it, she knew how humiliated Camille felt after wetting herself, but she couldn’t imagine how it would feel to do that. Camille had been leading the way the entire time, but her speed walk had slowed down, and now it was more of a waddle. Her friend was almost doubled over, red in the face, using all her power to keep her bowels from exploding in her pants. That’s when Jen saw it, the bathroom sign, it was too late for her and Camille’s bladders, but at least her friend would make it without a load in her panties.
At least, that’s what Jen thought, until she looked back at Camille and realized her friend was frozen in place, now it was Jen’s turn to offer encouragement, to urge her to make it to the relief that was so close.
But Camille’s relief was coming now, it was impossible to stop it, the warm, solid log of poop had breached and made contact with her panties, beginning to squish between her ass and tight jeans. Camille realized she lost, there she was, standing so close to the restrooms as she grunted and filled her panties. Jen finally saw her friend move, but not towards the bathroom, but next to a trash can. Camille squatted down, hiding from any potential spectators, before grunting and completely releasing her bowels into her pants. The mess felt even warmer than her pee, and she felt it spread all across her ass. She was going as if she was on the toilet at home, but she wasn’t, she was squatting next to a trash can at the mall. Her hands were on her face in shame, once she had finished, she stood up and felt the mess move around, some of it even dripped down her leg.
Jen felt terrible for her friend, not only did her jeans have a gigantic wet patch, there was also a noticeable, smelly, brown bulge in the back. She led Camille into the bathroom, and helped her friend clean up as much as they could. They ended up abandoning Camille’s panties and Jordan’s pull-up in the bathroom trash can, and left the mall dirty, soaked, and humiliated! |
Marissa winced a bit as she stood up from the table and pushed in her chair. She had been feeling a slight need to pee for the last half hour, but standing had suddenly made her aware of just how full she was. It made sense, she hadn’t gone since she had left work nearly 2 hours ago and had since drank 2 pints of beer and a large glass of water with dinner.
She glanced around the restaurant but didn’t see any obvious signs of a bathroom, surely it must be back past the-
“Ready to go?” Marc asked
-“Yep” she responded after just the slightest moment of hesitation.
Under normal circumstances, Marissa would have definitely made the effort to go find the bathroom, even though it was just a brief journey back to her apartment, the idea of sitting in a car with this full of a bladder wasn’t exactly appealing, but the service had been a lot slower than they expected and they were now pressed for time. Plus, she had just recently started seeing Marc and while she certainly felt comfortable telling him that she needed to go to the bathroom, making him wait around the restaurant for her when they had already stood up felt a bit awkward.
Walking out of the restaurant, Marissa glanced at the time on her phone, 6:35. She ran through the plan in her head. Marc would drive her back to her apartment, which would take about 10 minutes, they would run in and grab the duffle bag that she had packed this morning… super quick stop at the bathroom… then Marc would take her to the train station and drop her off, which would take about another 10 minutes.
Sitting down in the car, she pulled up the train schedule she had look at earlier. She needed to catch the 7pm train. That would get her to her destination by about 7:25, where her childhood best friend Martia would be waiting for her. They were then to meet with their other friends at Jen’s house, where they would all head to the movie theater together for a nice relaxed girls night before heading back to Jen’s for some wine and a sleepover just like they had a million times as kids.
Looking back up, Marissa felt a pang of anxiety as they hadn’t even made it out of the parking lot yet. She checked the time again, she really needed to catch the 7pm train as the next one wasn’t until 8.
Finally on the road, the conversation was minimal as Marc focused on getting Marissa to the station on time. She smiled a bit as she noticed the look of determination and genuine concern for her on his face. He was really shaping up to be a keeper.
Exhaling slightly Marissa turned back to look out the window and her bladder came back to the front of her mind. She really needed to pee now. There was no avoiding it, she would absolutely have to take 2 minutes to pee when they stopped at home. It was worth the risk, as it would be her last chance for likely an hour and she had consumed quite a lot of fluids.
5 minutes from home and Marissa could hardly tell what was bothering her more, the anxiety about missing her train or the pressure in her bladder. She crossed her legs tightly and leaned back, 15 minutes from and now she would be relieved and able to relax on the train. Just 15 minutes.
Pulling up to her apartment Marissa glanced at the time once more, 6:43, it was going to be tight but they should have plenty of time. Pee. Bag. Train station. She had her keys ready in hand.
“All I need to do is grab my bag and then I really have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be two minutes and we're back on the road” she relayed to Marc as they entered her apartment, Marc taking a seat on the couch as Marissa dashed toward the back hallway.
Reaching the bathroom door, Marissa swore under her breath. The door was closed and the shower was running, her roommate. To make matters even worse, she could hear the conversation behind the door, her roommate’s boyfriend was in there too. Marissa had told her roomie she would be gone for the night and she had invited her boyfriend over and now they were showering together.
Marissa crossed her legs tightly and racked her brain. Under normal circumstances, she would just rush in and pee, but with the boyfriend there, it was just impossible. She checked the time, 6:47. Even if she knocked and made them get out, it would take entirely too much time. As if sensing how close she was, her bladder surged and she felt her pee rush right to the edge of peehole. She pressed her legs together and even harder and even though it felt childish, gave herself the lightest of squeezes over her jeans, just to get things back under control.
6:48. She was in an impossible situation, make her train or pee. As the surge retreated, she felt a renewed confidence. She had always had a good bladder, surviving many bursting situations without ever losing a drop. Always maintaining her dignity while her friends or siblings were loudly complaining about how badly they needed to go or dancing all around. The urge she had just felt was just how it always was when she came home needing to go bad. She had it under control and while she would be miserable, having to deal with a full bladder on a train ride was better than ruining her whole night for a dumb pee.
She quickly grabbed her bag from her bedroom and re appeared up front, where Marc immediately stood up. “That was quick, did you go to the bathroom already?” he inquired.
“Kelsey and her boyfriend are in there showing - it’s fine, I’ll just go when I get to Jen’s”
Part 2 coming soon
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CHAPTER 2:
As Marc pulled his car up to the train station, Marissa was wondering if she had made a mistake.
“Is everything okay Marissa?” Marc asked her sweetly “You’ve been really quiet, I hope you’re not upset with me”
“I’m fine sorry” Marissa mumbled, barely able to hear Marc over the searing pain coming from her abdomen. “Just stressed about making the train and I really need to use the bathroom. Once I get to Jen’s I’ll be fine.”
“Ok sweetheart” Marc cooed, leaning over to give her a kiss on the head. “Text me when you get there”
“Will do” Marissa replied as she stepped out of the car, nearly doubling over as soon as she was back on her feet. 30 minutes she thought to herself as she grabbed her bag and started quickly walking toward the platform. 30 minutes and I’ll be on Jen’s toilet.
Dropping her bag on a bench, she crossed her legs tightly as she looked up and down the tracks. No sign of the train. She checked the time, 6:59. She had just made it.
After all the anxiety about the arrival of this train, now she absolutely couldn’t wait for it to come. She remained standing in front of her bag, just slightly bent over with her legs crossed, trying her hardest to act like she wasn’t fantasizing about dropping her jeans and unleashing a flood on this platform.
7:00. 7:01, 7:02, 7:03. Where was this fucking train? So many times she had missed this same train by a minute, and now the one night she had sacrificed her bladder to make absolutely sure she was on time, it had to be late.
7:06, 7:07, 7:08.
Marissa was going out of her mind, her bladder completely full, her peehole throbbing. Why was this happening to her? She could have just waited for her roommate to get out of the bathroom if she knew the train was going to be this late. She tried to turn her thoughts to the movie, watching the time was only making it worse. But when she looked back down at her phone, only 2 minutes had passed.
“Excuse me” she said to a main who had been sitting on the platform before she arrived “You’re waiting for the 7 right?”
“Yep” he confirmed “been here since 6:50, it just seems to be running late”
No shit, Marissa thought to herself as she thanked the man and tried to maintain her composure. She had conflicted feelings about this news. On one hand, she was glad she hadn’t missed her train, on the other hand, some part of her was hoping that she had missed the train, so she could just find a place to pee. There were no bathrooms around here, but she’d gladly Uber to a gas station at this point.
7:14. Marissa was contemplating all of her options. She knew her friends would be mad at her, but she was seriously considering just leaving the platform, finding a place to pee, then just going home. She was clenching so much she was beginning to feel sore, and her bladder felt like it was actually going to explode inside of her. A 30 minute journey to Jen’s house just wasn’t going to be doable at this point. She could feel the pee right at the edge of her peehole, this was ridiculous.
7:15. Marissa walked to the back of the platform and looked down in to the parking lot. She was going to pee there. There was a row of cars next to the tree line at the back of the lot. She had reached that point, anything to rid herself of the agony she was enduring. But as she wrapped her hand around the strap of her bag to pick it up, she heard a honk in the distance, and looked back to see the train rounding the curve and approaching the station.
Now she had a decision to make, there was no way she could pee and make the train now. Could she really do this? 30 minutes. 30 minutes ago she’d been at home outside her bathroom. She was tired of the agony, but supposed if she could hold until now, she could hold it another 30 minutes. Then again, getting on a bathroomless train already on the verge of wetting your jeans didn’t seem like a responsible adult thing to do.
The trained pulled in and the doors hissed open. Decision time. Fuck it, she thought to herself with a quiet moan. She’d held it before, she could do it again. She grabbed her bag and stepped on to the train.
Quickly finding an empty row, Marissa unbuttoned her jeans before she even sat down and let out a gasp of relief as she felt her bladder physically expand out in to the space the button had vacated. In the cover of the seats, she went a bit further and partially unzipped her jeans as well before sitting down and pulling her bag over her crossed legs.
The train began to move and Marissa pulled out her phone, 7:17. She opened a new message to Martia and started typing “Hey, I’m on the train now, it’s running about 15-20…” No no, she couldn’t afford for Martia to be late at all, she needed her to be there the second she got off. “just a couple minutes late, should be there around 7:30”.
Putting her phone down Marissa tried to look out the window and focus on anything other than the pain emanating from her bladder. She was pretty sure this was now the worst she’d ever needed to pee in her life. Everything down there was literally throbbing and her concern was growing that she may actually wet her pants.
The train made its first stop, 2 more then hers. Marissa checked the time, 7:23, it felt like it had been so much longer. As the train pulled away, she discreetly worked her right hand slowly down her pants and gave her aching, frantic pussy another squeeze. God, that helped so much. Her panties were slightly damp, she definitely had not let any out, it must just be sweat from the effort of holding it all in.
Several more minutes and the next stop on the line went by as a blur for Marissa as the outside world seemed to melt away in favor of the pressure emanating from between Marissa’s legs. 3 fingers on her right hand remained locked between her lips, slowly but constantly massaging her tortured sphincter. The gusset of her pale blue panties was lost inside her, her fingers covered in what at this point was an unknown moisture.
Marissa’s trance was suddenly broken by the vibration of her phone, she picked her head up off the window of the train and looked down, 7:31, Martia had just texted her back to her her know she had arrived at the station. The train began to slow as it prepared to make its final stop before Marissa’s. She looked back out the window as the platform came in to view. Why didn’t these damn stations have public bathrooms? She thought about getting off anyway, to desperately search for a place to squat. As the train stopped, she pictured herself getting off and just letting go straight in to her jeans. If she was given the option to just do it, to just pee in her pants and magically teleport home, she would have gladly taken it. No stupid movie night was worth the pain she was feeling now. She was starting to feel nauseous. Like the pee was just going to come up through her stomach and right out of her eye sockets. As she toiled in her agony, almost paralyzed by the pain, the doors hissed and the train started moving again. 7:33, probably about 10 more minutes to her stop. Surely she would just pee her pants. There was no away she was actually going to sit in the car and hold it till Jen’s.
Why the hell had she been so arrogant? Sure she’d had desperate moments, like anyone, but she had always been relatively responsible about this sort of thing. Always peeing before leaving home, managing her liquid intake if she knew she’d have no chance of a toilet. She’d popped a few emergency squats before, especially when drinking, but even then it was always discrete. She was such an idiot, getting on this train when she’d drank so much and already needed to go so bad. 7:35.
Marissa had never been the religious type, but she started to pray. Please let this end she thought to herself. She’d do anything, She’d become a better person, she would never let herself get in to this situation again. Anything, just please please let a toilet somehow materialize in the next few minutes, oh not even a toilet, just a semi private place to go, anything that could end this pain without the ultimate humiliation of a flooded pair of pale blue jeans.
7:40 now, Marissa was recognizing her home town, the train had made good time and was just a couple minutes from her station. For the first time since she had sat down, she began to come to terms with the fact that she might actually walk off this train with dry pants. She needed a plan. She knew this station well. It had no good places to squat. The platform overlooked one side of the parking lot and a large apartment building with security cameras overlooked the other side. A few of her friends had considered it on the way home from a night out before but she had never seen it pulled off.
She checks her texts again, Martia had texted her to let she know she had pulled off in to one of the parking spaces to wait.
7:41, the train begins to slow, Marissa looks down, no way she’s buttoning up her pants again, she’s not even sure how she’s going to manage without her hand down there. She feels gross, covered in sweat and like she needs to change and shower.
She stands up, oh god, some definitely came out. She actually peed her pants. This can’t be actually happening to her. She runs to the door, standing straight up against it so no one can see as she buries a hand back in to her crotch. The doors open, her hand stays. Out on to the platform, everything is a blur, she doesn’t care how she looks. She sees Martia’s car immediately and makes straight for it, throwing open the passenger door, she tosses her bag in and then dives in after it. As soon as the door closes behind her she pulls her undone jeans down her thighs enough that she can get both hands in, leaning forward she pushes down as hard as she can. She can already see a few stray drops on the Martia’s leather seat.
“Riss what the he-“
“I’m sorry Marti I have to pee so bad I need you to drive the car PLEASE”
“So the others already left for the theater and we’re going to meet them there since you were running late”
That was not even going to be remotely possible, the theater was 20 minutes away. “Marti you don’t understand I’m peeing my pants I already peed on my hands I need you to get me to a toilet or fuck anywhere I can pee Marti please just fucking drive the car out of this fucking parking lot NOW!”
“Okay okay just hang on Riss” Martia responded, with a mixture of shock and amusement in her expression.
Marissa had tears rolling down her face now as her friend quickly drove out of the parking lot and accelerated rapidly down the main road. Just a moment later pulling in to the gas station parking lot.
“Park over there” Marissa sobbed, beckoning to the far corner of the lot near a line of trees
“But don’t you want me to drop you off near the doo-“
“PARK OVER THERE”
Martia did as commanded and drove the car to the back of the lot, before she could even get the car in to park Marissa had manually unlocked the door and practically collapsed out. As soon as her feet hit the pavement the flood began. Marissa pushed her jeans a bit further down her thighs and dropped in to a squat, flooding her blue panties immediately and unleashing a thundering torrent on to the ground. She used one hand to pull the gusset out of the way but it was largely pointless. She took deep breaths as she dropped her head in to her remaining hand and let herself relax. She was furious with herself for getting in to this situation, but for now was just savoring the intense relief. Her relief went on and on for nearly 90 seconds as Martia looked nervously around the parking lot until Marissa finally pulled her pants back up and surveyed the damage. Her panties were obviously drenched but somehow her jeans had mostly avoided the splash zone, with just a few stray wet spots on the back near the waistband. She wiped the tears off her face as she bent over and leaned against the car door to collect herself. From this position, she could see how massive her puddle was, spanning from the front wheel of Martia’s car to the back and in some places pooling in the gaps in the asphalt.
She looked up and saw Martia giving her a sympathetic smile as she dabbed up the stray drops of pee from her seat with a napkin.
“I’m sorry” Marissa gasped out, still panting from the exhaustion of her ordeal.
“Don’t even worry about it, are you okay?”
“Yeah” Marissa said weakly as she climbed back in to the car “I’m a bit um… wet though”. This admission normally would have made her blush, but her face could not possibly get any redder.
“Yeah” Martia said awkwardly “We can stop by my place really quick and you can rinse off and change before the movie, I’m sure there will be like, 30 minutes of previews anyway”
“Thank you Mar, you’re a lifesaver”
“You were always the Iron Bladder in our crew, that must have been a really tough train ride”
“You have no idea” Marissa sighed in response as the car pulled away, leaving being a small lake on the pavement for all to see.
For the first time in a while, Marissa looked at her phone, 7:48. She had an unread text from Marc. “Make it there okay?”
“Yep!” Marissa responded, adding a few heart emojis, even though she knew that was not exactly true. |
With Tatiana in Croatia
Chapter 2 Monica
I woke up to hear the water lapping against the boat. I had a great night's sleep on this boat. I felt I had a very stiff cock. Usually that's the case when I really need to pee in the morning, but that wasn't the case yet. I felt something fidgeting on my cock. It was Tatiana's hand playing with my cock. I said nothing and enjoyed it. She had taken the initiative herself so I can enjoy it.
She started jerking me off and she was clearly not used to that. She almost pulled little Rob off but I said nothing and let her go. That will come with time and before I knew it I came. My goodness you're not doing that badly at all, Tatiana. I think you'll come just thinking about me, she said. So I don't have to do that much. Today we're going to see your waitress and I didn't think it's fair that you go there with a hot head. She was teasing me and I said she's right. We'll have to go into town to buy me new clothes Rob. I started the engine and headed for the harbor.
Do you feel like having some underwater sex today Tatiana? Did you like it that much, she asked. Yes indeed and I have gained a little more confidence now, I said, and you? Well I absolutely loved it except for that pain in my breasts and pussy, you are really rude about it Rob. Yes, I've always been a bit heavy-handed during sex. I noticed that, it seemed like you thought I was a cow. Well a nice cow then, I laughed. We go to the shops to buy me some clothes. Then we go to Monica and have a good time, said Tatiana. Prepare your little Rob and make sure you don't eat too much. She took a half-liter bottle of water from her bag and drank it all in one sitting. It will take a little longer before I cum again Tatiana, after all you already helped me this morning. I'll come up with something on that, it can't be difficult, she grinne.
What do you want to buy for clothes? A nice top with a short skirt underneath, she said. Do you like that? You can handle anything without it boring me. Her eyes started to glow again. We walked to the clothing store and Tatiana tried on several skirts and tops. Her toned belly looked super sexy. She is in an absolute super shape. She bought a pair of shoes with half high heels. This afternoon we will get a new bathing suit, but then 1 without straps. We walked to the waitress's house and rang the bell. We sat on the couch and she spoke English luckily. My name is Monica and I'm glad you recognized me, she started the conversation. I moved to Sweden after the accident and have always wanted to personally thank my rescuer. Unfortunately I never found it. This is Tatiana the daughter of your savior and I am Rob a good friend of Tatiana. Nice to meet you, Monica said. It was really a coincidence that I recognized you, I said. Tatiana's father showed me your photo hanging among the rescued victims. Oh how special, Monica said. What kind of man is your father, she asked Tatiana. It's my hero she replied. He is warm and has a lot of respect for people. Everyone I speak to feels safe with him. He is now 63 and retired. She looked straight at me and it made me nervous again.
Monica came in with the tea. It was lukewarm tea which is better against thirst in this heat. I have a proposition, I said to Monica. Tell me, Monica said. Tatiana's father has not been retired that long. You're the only drowning man he rescued he hasn't met yet. The others live in the area and he has visited or invited them all. Now I think it would be fun to organize a party where all rescued victims with supporters and children will be present. I'm sure he'll like that what do you think, I asked Monica. A great idea, she said immediately, but when you know more, tell me. It will be between now and a week before we go home. Suddenly Tatiana started to cry, where do you get those spontaneous ideas from, she asked, sobbing lightly. Calm down I said and took her in my arms. I understood very well that she was moved. She has been so afraid of losing her father through all the misery. She stopped as quickly as it started. Would you like to wash your face, Monica asked. Yes please replied Tatiana. I walk with you to the bathroom to get a clean washcloth and a towel. She gave it to Tatiana and came back into the room. She really loves her father, she said. Yes, but he is also a very special man and Tatiana is very much like her father. They really are soul mates. By saying this a lot suddenly became clear to me. Tatiana feels her father so strongly that it seems as if it is happening to her herself. She really feels her father's emotions. It's great that you want to join the party Monica. I'll see if I can find a suitable location.
There's an association building just outside town, maybe we can use that. There is only one small problem. Because it is so little used it is not very well maintained and the toilets are broken. Then the municipality should have it repaired, I replied. The municipality has no money for that because they prefer to sell or demolish the building. I think that's a shame, said Monica, because if I had the money I would have bought it sooner to start my own restaurant. It is a beautiful location and I will have a lot of customers but the municipality does not want to rent it out to me. That's going to take too long, I said. Tatiana's parents will return from Zagareb next week. Maybe you can use the building, Monica said. I know the alderman in charge personally and can ask him. Can you call him, I asked. I can do that, but I just need to find his number. She came back with the number and the phone. You can ask how much euros the municipality wants for the building. I will, but it won't be cheap. She called the councilor and spoke in Croatian. I didn't understand it, but I did hear that she threw all her feminine charm into the fray. Tatiana, who had meanwhile also come out of the bathroom, understood, of course. What is being said, I asked. Monica is negotiating hard. She is friends with the alderman and she knows that he is sensitive to her. That's how it should be, I said. Tatiana looked at me suspiciously but said nothing. Laughing, Monica hung up.
The alderman wants to meet us today Rob. Are you interested in that? I looked at Tatiana and she returned a doubtful look. She looked quickly at her bladder and I understood her immediately. Her bladder was full, very full. She really needed to pee after all that drinking and stopping.
It's okay Monica, the three of us are going there. We will have to go with 2 cars because I have a two-seater. That's all right, let's go right now. Do I drive past the location before we drive to the alderman, Monica asked. Good idea, I said and we walked out.
She has tea that will make me pee, Tatiana said. I don't know if I can hold it that long and still have sex underwater. I looked at her seriously, listen to me Tatiana, I'm organizing something that I didn't know beforehand but that I can enjoy a lot with. You and your parents too, so don't tell me now that you're going to disappoint me. She was really shocked by my attitude, she was not used to me. But I already need to pee Rob, I haven't been to the toilet in a long time and I've been drinking a lot. Then squeeze a little harder, I said.
She grumbled a bit but for me that was the end of the discussion. I started the engine and followed Monica. Tatiana sat in the passenger seat like an offended child. She has such a lovely body, I'm very lucky that I can play with that sometimes. When we arrived at the location I was relieved. The overdue maintenance was not too bad and could largely be solved by a contractor in a week. I walked past the building and saw that the paintwork was still in order. The garden had to be tackled. What's wrong with the toilets, I asked Monica. They are clogged, the sewer is too small for the large number of toilets. And they need a thorough cleaning just like the whole building. Yes indeed, I said and the garden can also be tackled. Are there good and reliable contractors here Monica. My brother is a contractor and he will be happy to help you. Great, that's solved, I grabbed Tatiana who was still offended by the arm and put her in the car. I didn't give her a look or a word.
I think we can go to the alderman. Monica got into her car and we drove to the center. Sorry Rob, Tatiana said a little shyly. It's okay, I told her we won't talk about it anymore. I understood very well that she had to fight hard not to have an accident. What do you think of the location, Tatiana. It's a nice location, but the council has neglected the building from the start, she replied. I see many opportunities to explore it so I'm looking forward to the conversation, I told her. Do you want to buy it, Tatiana asked. Maybe if the price is right. It should not cost more than €300,000 because there is still a lot to be done. We arrived at the town hall. Listen Tatiana, she looked at me surprised. I think Monica has a lot more to her as a waitress. I want her to negotiate, but you have to listen carefully and tell me if things go wrong. That's good Rob but my pelvic muscles are working hard so it's hard for me to concentrate. Excited, I stepped into the room and gave Monica instructions.
Monica started the negotiation and asked for the price.
250,000 euros, said the alderman. Monica asked me for instruction. Listen, I said quickly to Monica. I want all drawings and permits that I have to apply for to be processed within 14 days. I understand what you want and will do my best, She started to negotiate and I asked Tatiana how it went. She's doing decent and being too hard, she'd better use her charm. You notice that she is pushing the bottom of her connection and with that the limits of her connection. She is too fanatical Rob you have to point that out to her later because she has it in her. The deal was closed and the alderman gave Monica all the papers for the building and I signed the contract of sale. I asked if we can get the key right away because we want to use the building for a party. Smart of you, I said. Monica was very proud of herself and gave me the papers. Rob she said, thank you for this opportunity. You did fine, I said. Now I'm going to the beach with Tatiana. Have fun, she called and walked to her car.
Tatiana and I also walked to the car and I noticed that she was leaning forward. She got in and immediately squeezed her pussy hard. She looked at me, I don't want to make you angry Rob but I can't hold it much longer. I haven't been peeing in a long time and I've been drinking a lot. I saw it in your belly that has a bulge above your navel. Give me some time to come up with a solution. Yes, but hurry up a bit. I train my pelvic muscles every day and while we are on vacation my bladder is trained every day by you but now it is getting too bad. I could tell by her face that she meant it.
Listen I said, how much pee did you have in your bladder the last time. I thought 1300cc Rob. All right, we'll drive to the beach and buy you a 100cc cup of coke. You drink it and we walk to the boat. There you urinate 3 times the cup full, then you still have about 1 liter in your bladder. That should work, right? Do you know what you're saying Rob, you act like 1 liter of pee in my bladder is little. If I take my hand away now, I'm afraid my pelvic muscles will give up. Then you'll have to squeeze them harder for 15 minutes, I said laughing. Does it hurt and pressed on her bladder. Sadist, she said. No it doesn't hurt should it? I find it exciting when you feel uncomfortable and are afraid of having an accident. I don't like it when you're in pain. You have to say that when you're squeezing my tits underwater, she said adrem. Touche, I said and parked the car behind the boulevard close to the kiosk. I ordered a coke and paid. Before giving this one to Tatiana, I drank a few sips myself.
I handed her the cup and said we weren't going to buy a bathing suit because she couldn't fit now anyway.
Thank you Rob, I'm squeezing so hard I'm getting cramps in my pelvic muscles. I hope I don't have an accident in this crowd of people. She drained the cup and we walked to the boat. I saw that she was having a lot of trouble holding in her pee. We quickly got to the boat and sailed out of the harbor. I stopped the engine.
Now you can undress completely, I said. She took off her top and skirt and thong and stood naked in front of me. Her pussy was shaved and just above that I saw her full bladder. I've never seen him so full, a bulge above her navel. I stroked it gently and she let me go for a while. Rob, I really have to let go now because she is fuller than ever. I handed her the cup and she lifted one leg and leaned it against the dashboard. She just did a vertical split with a full bladder. She put the cup under her pussy and quickly peed it full. She was able to aim perfectly in the cup this way, but she had a lot of trouble stopping in this position. Quickly she put the cup under her pussy for a second time and also the third time. And relieve it a little I asked, a little bit she said. Pee 1 more cup full then there is less than a liter in your bladder and you can also enjoy what comes. That's great, she said sarcastically, and pissed the cup with force.
We had arrived at our location. I'm going for a swim, Tatianan said, and dived into the water naked. I saw her swim under the boat and she came up on the other side. Then she dived again and again she swam under the boat. Give me the oxygen bottle and I'll take it to the bottom. I gave her the bottle and she went into hiding and after a few minutes she came up and climbed into the boat. I now have to pee a lot more than yesterday when I started. And I also notice that my body is a bit tired. I got totally excited by these words and she saw it right away in me. I see you are excited Rob and that will get me in trouble more often than yesterday. I don't mind but know that I am totally dependent on you. She quickly took off my swimming trunks, so I'm naked, you naked too, she said. Also take care of yourself because you are really not used to this yet. She was right but my hormones were screaming through my body. I handcuffed her and started kissing her hard. She had not expected this and tried to break free. When she did, she was a little confused and forgot to take a deep breath.
I grabbed her again and pushed her quickly but gently into the water. I saw her sink to the bottom and paused. After about 1 minute I also jumped into the water and dove to the bottom. She must be quite shocked, I thought. Without giving her the mouthpiece, I started taking her labia with both hands and gently pulling them apart. I looked straight into her vagina and saw that she was using a lot of force to hold up her pee. I started licking her pussy and risked her getting angry. She enjoyed feeling her hip movements. In the meantime, more than 4 minutes had passed and she calmly let some air out of her mouth. I handed her the mouthpiece and she breathed slowly.
She winked and I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth. I squatted over her, which put a lot of pressure on her bladder. Her eyes widened and she let out some air. I looked at the diving bell and 2 minutes had passed. Some air escaped from her mouth, but luckily she winked. I gently rubbed her full bladder and looked at her. 2.5 minutes had passed and she was enjoying herself. I lay down next to her again and started biting her nipples again with my other hand I started fingering her. Voluptuous, she began tossing her hips in the sand. I got up and looked at the clock. 3 minutes and she had her eyes closed. She was cumming. All her muscles tensed and her first orgasm came almost immediately followed by a second orgasm. I already had the mouthpiece ready in my hand. She blew out quite a lot of air but I put the mouthpiece directly in her mouth. Panting, she took a breath. She was clearly having a harder time than yesterday. I let her breathe slowly and thought. Should I stop or continue. She knew this was going to be difficult because she had less energy than yesterday. Her body hadn't fully recovered yet, and she knew it. Still, she wanted to please me. If I stopped now it would make her feel bad so I decided to continue.
I looked at her and she winked with a smile, I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth and took a few big gulps. I knew I had to hurry because her powers began to diminish quickly. I turned her naked body on top of me and I felt her overfilled bladder pressing on me. He almost has to clap, that's no other way, I thought. So full, so hard it made my cock stiff and pressed against her pussy. Her breasts stuck into my chest. I kept kissing her and I had no idea how long we lay like this because I was out of my mind with horniness. She lay there with her arms behind her back on top of me and couldn't do anything about this situation.
Rob I want oxygen just look at me man, Tatiana thought. My bladder is super full and you're just driving against it. Also I feel your dick against my pussy. I'm a lesbian but it doesn't feel wrong, my lungs are burning because they are also getting full of CO2.
Suddenly a stream of piss escaped from her bladder. I looked at her and she smiled winking but I knew she was having a hard time. Only 3 minutes had passed when air escaped from her mouth. She was having a hard time and I gave her the mouthpiece. She inhaled deeply and I felt her breasts rise and fall.
The poor girl must be exhausted, I thought. She gave me a wink and I took the mouthpiece out of her mouth. I was now behind her and had no more eye contact. I hoped I knew when her body had been pushed to its limits. I slid my body until she could grab my cock. She started playing with it and I started twirling her nipples then I lowered my arm and lifted her leg and put my finger in her hole.
Pff Rob this is not a position to pull your cock, Tatiana thought. My arms are cramping and I really need to pee I feel every movement you make with your finger against my bladder. It would also help if you handle my pussy a little less hard and why do I have to hold my leg up like a ballerina, Tatiana thought. Under normal circumstances I'm nimble and strong enough to keep this up for a while but now I'm getting cramps. Cramps in my hands and cramps in my legs are signs of oxygen deprivation and muscle fatigue, Tatiana reasoned. Please give me the mouthpiece Rob.
I felt her chest swell more and more so her lungs started to fill with co2. I couldn't look into her eyes, you must be a big girl for a while, I thought and started squeezing her breasts again.
Edited July 24, 2022 by fetishman1962
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Yesterday I pretty much got distracted all night chatting about my latest fixation of how women are really compliant and patient about waiting for the bathroom, even when that involves many many hours of uncomfortable waiting, as it's just sort of expected. I know I have brought that up in my blog before so I won't go back to that now, but by the time I was done with all of that I only had time to write something short and I was in a fetish frame of mind, so I decided to go with this story. I was actually going to write this story about a girl who is playing pranks involving an outhouse before getting desperate herself but I thought that that would end up being longer than I had time to write, so I saw this story like right above it on my list that been on there for over a year now and figured I would just go with it and I think it turned out pretty well.
I have to admit this is one of my crazy or more over-the-top desperation stories. I can't remember specifically what inspired it, and I have written a couple of other stories similar to this under my own name without the peeing aspect, but I always thought of the idea of a monster under the bed was absurd, but then I thought if you had a monster and your bed and you woke up needing to pee but you didn't want to get out of bed you would be in sort of a difficult situation, and I figured that that would make for a good desperation story! It's not really a dilemma that you are likely to encounter in real life but stories are always better when you don't have to be bound by reality, which as a sci-fi writer is pretty normal for most of what I write.
Then I decided to make it a tickle monster to make it all the crazier because I have a fetish for tickling, and because I also have a fetish for embarrassing nudity I got some of that in there as well, so I was pretty pleased that I was able to incorporate all of that into a single story. And although the majority of my stories don't involve wetting for those that you that do like that aspect of the fetish I guess you probably liked this one even more because of the implied bedwetting. So I hope everybody enjoys! Also can be read in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/10577.html
The Tickle Monster under the Bed Who Keeps Me from Peeing
Jill normally didn't like to drink a lot before going to bed but she had so much salt on her food that evening that she has found herself drinking and drinking.
"But hopefully I won't wake up a million times in the middle of the night to have to go to the bathroom," Jill said as she got dressed in her pajamas and pulled the covers over her head and went to sleep.
As soon as Jill went to sleep she had that telltale sign of being in a dream where she was desperately looking for a toilet but not finding one anywhere. In the background of her dream was a nonstop hissing noise that was making her absolutely frantic.
Finally Jill saw a bathroom only to find it was completely locked as she pounded on the door. "No no no, this is a nightmare!"
Jill stood there jumping from foot to foot trying to take her mind off of the bathroom but everywhere she looked were sprouting geysers, rain clouds, waterfalls, cascading streams, animals relieving themselves and the sound of a flushing toilet on the other side of the bathroom door that she could not get open.
As Jill stood there crossing her legs and biting her fingernails she thought that this truly was a nightmare, and that's when she realized something.
"Hey this is ridiculous, this must be a dream," Jill said suddenly finding herself lucid. "Hey I'm in a lucid dream, now I can control everything!" As Jill stood there looking over the landscape she once again grabbed herself and crossed her legs tightly. "Except for the fact that I am dying for a bathroom!"
Jill had had lucid dreams before and although in a lucid dream you can control your actions in the dream she found that she couldn't alter the setting of the dream. So as she looked around at all of the sprouting geysers, crashing water and the locked bathroom door in front of her she continued dancing around trying to take her mind off of her full bladder.
Somehow the fact that she was now lucid was making her more aware of the fact that she had to go to the bathroom not less, and there was no sign of relief anywhere. She closed her eyes and she tried to imagine herself waking up so that she could run down the hall to the bathroom.
When Jill opened her eyes and found herself in her bed she immediately sat up only to realize that the pressure in her bladder was aching more than ever. She quickly threw her legs over the side of the bed but as soon as she did so she found something grabbing them and she immediately pulled her feet back onto the bed.
As she sat there on the bed she also heard what sounded like a loud tinkling noise coming from underneath the bed that was driving her crazy.
"What's that, what's going on, who is under my bed," Jill said as she sat there in bed with her hands between her legs and her legs crossed tightly.
"It's me, the tickle monster," a voice said from underneath the bed.
"But there's no such thing as the tickle monster, what am I even doing even discussing this as though you were actually real," Jill said as she was about to get out of bed before coming up out of the bed was what looked like a tentacle with an eye on the end of it causing her to scream.
"Believe me now?" the tickle monster said.
"But I don't know who is playing this elaborate prank on me but I certainly do not believe it's a tickle monster," Jill said. "Now if you excuse me tickle monster but I really really need a bathroom, like really really insanely bad."
"Well that's too bad, because if you try to get up to go to the bathroom I will grab you with my tentacles and I will tickle you until you piss yourself!"
"That's ridiculous!" Jill said as all of the sudden more tentacles came up around every side of her bed with what looked like little fingers all over them with feathers on the end. "Okay okay so maybe there is a tickle monster. What do you want from me tickle monster?"
"Nothing, I just want to keep you from going to the bathroom!"
"But I really really really need the bathroom!"
"Well that's really really really too bad I guess. If you try to get off of this bed and go to the bathroom I will use my tentacles to grab you and start tickling you mercilessly until you wet yourself!"
"Well are you ever going to let me off of this bed because I obviously can't wait forever to go to the bathroom regardless of you being there!"
"Don't worry when the morning comes the tickle monster has to disappear for the day as I only exist until sunrise."
"Who makes these rules?"
"Look, I am a tickle monster I don't have to share my life story with you, now if you don't want me to tickle you until you pee all over yourself you had better stay in that bed and just hold on for the next four hours."
"Four hours, but I'm bursting!"
"Well it's up to you but if you get out of bed I am going to grab you with my tentacles, strip you naked and tickle every last inch of your body until you piss all over the place!"
Jill gritted her teeth, she knew that she wouldn't be getting any sleep for the rest of tonight, but she also knew she didn't want to become a victim of the tickle monster, no matter how ridiculous that sounded, probably because if she ended up wetting herself saying that the tickle monster did it probably wouldn't go over well with the other girls in the dormitory who would probably think that she was crazy.
"Fine tickle monster, but the moment the sun comes up and you are disintegrated or whatever happens to tickle monsters during daylight I am making a beeline straight to the bathroom."
Jill tried her best not to think about the tickle monster underneath her bed, but as the tickle monster kept making all sorts of trickling noises and gurgling noises and even flushing noises, she was finding it impossible to focus on anything else. She sat there in the bed with her legs crossed and twisting and turning restlessly watching as the clock slowly ticked by as she waited for sunrise to come.
"But please tickle monster let me go to the bathroom, this is torture," Jill said as she sat there squirming in bed tightly crossing and then uncrossing her legs.
"Drip drip drip, it sounds like a rainy night," the tickle monster said as Jill looked out the window to see that it was indeed pouring rain. She could also see that it was still another three hours until sunrise.
"Okay Jill just ignore the tickle monster and everything will be okay," Jill said sticking her fingers in her ears and trying to tune out the tickle monster but the tickle monster kept making all sorts of swishing and loud flushing noises such that she couldn't concentrate.
As the tickle monster started telling a story about waterfalls and lemonade stands and rainy days Jill tried her best not to listen but the tickle monster was really loud. Even with her fingers in her ears the tickle monster was relentless and time was going by slowly.
"Please monster under the bed, just let me go to the bathroom, it's an emergency," Jill said eventually getting to the point where she was begging because she could barely sit still in her bed.
"Sorry there is still an hour before sunrise," the monster said as it continued making loud trickling noises underneath Jill's bed.
Jill sat there trying her best to think, even though she couldn't concentrate because of the feeling of fullness in her bladder. There had to be some way to escape from the tickle monster and beat him at his own game, but how does somebody defeat a tickle monster? She couldn't believe she was actually asking herself that question, and she was starting to think that maybe the tickle monster was just a hallucination based on the fact that her bladder was so full and that maybe she was still having a weird lucid dream.
Jill pinched herself and found that she was still wide awake, so this was no dream, but she also knew that she didn't think she could hold out another hour, and she didn't want to wet her bed, so she was wondering if she should just make a run for it. How fast could a tickle monster be anyway?
As Jill looked at the clock and could see that it was still a half hour to sunrise and she was digging her fingernails into her mattress she knew that there was no chance that she could hold out much longer. She was going to have to make a run for it, tickle monster or no tickle monster!
Jill took a deep breath, quickly flung herself over the side of the bed and made a run for it. Unfortunately by the time she reached the door into the hallway she realized that somehow the tickle monster had managed to strip her completely naked!
"Well well well, now you are naked and desperate, how humiliating, but it is a good look on you!" the tickle monster said as its tentacle came out of the bed holding up Jill's pajamas like he was playing keep away. "I guess you can't exactly go out in the hall without these?"
"But please tickle monster, I really need the bathroom," Jill said now blushing at the fact that the tickle monster could probably see her naked since for some odd reason it had eyes on its tentacles. She knew it was just a tickle monster and that it was some kind of horrible monster, but she still found herself self-conscious over the fact that the tickle monster could see her naked and dancing around aching for a piss.
As the tickle monster's other tentacles started coming out of the bed towards Jill she knew that it was now or never and that she would have to take her chances.
"Screw it, nobody's probably awake yet," Jill said as she opened the door, ran into the hallway and ran naked with everything jiggling until she reached the end of the hall where the ladies room was, opened the door and quickly found herself in a stall finally relieving herself and feeling rather proud of the fact that she had beat the tickle monster at his own game, until she realized that she was still stuck buck naked.
She didn't hear anyone coming, so slowly she emerged from the stall and looked out into the hallway and didn't see anyone coming. With any luck maybe she could run back down the hall and get back into her room before anybody saw her.
"I guess I'll have to make a run for it," she said taking another deep breath and bolting down the hallway towards the door to her dormitory only to find it was locked. "No, this can't be happening! Let me in tickle monster!"
As Jill continued pounding on the door she suddenly heard what sounded like other doors opening and she froze as several of the other women from the other dorms walked out into the hallway, and that was when she noticed that they were still in their pajamas but that their pajamas appeared to be wet.
"Jill what are you doing out in the hallway," asked Ashley. "And why are you naked?"
Jill had to admit this was the most humiliating moment of her life but she thought that she should try to save face.
"I may not be wearing any clothes but at least I didn't wet my clothes," Jill said standing there smugly with her hands on her hips until she realized that it didn't change the fact that she was still completely buck naked and quickly began using her hands to cover up her naked body. "Why are you all wet?"
As a bunch of women in wet pajamas gathered around they all looked at each other with a moment of recognition.
"It was the tickle monster!" they all shouted as they began laughing.
"The tickle monster got all of you," Jill said.
"Indeed he did," said Chrissy as she laughed.
"Well least we are all equally embarrassed," Jill said as she began laughing.
Chrissy looked up and down Jill's naked body and smiled. "I don't know, we all got to keep our clothing on, what's more embarrassing, wet pajamas or no pajamas?!"
As all of the girls in their wet pajamas stood there laughing Jill simply scrambled to cover herself up and continued blushing and realized that probably everybody was going to remember her being naked in the hallway more than they were the fact that they had wet their beds, but on the positive side she managed to get to the bathroom in time.
Later that evening Jill wrote on a chalkboard Jill one, tickle monster one.
"I figure last night was a draw, seeing as I got to pee but this tickle monster still humiliated me by stealing my clothes, but tonight I'm not going to make the same mistake," Jill said as she poured out her drink, put a glass of warm water on the floor, sat on her bed and as soon as the first tentacle emerged she grabbed it and stuck it in the warm water. "Well let's see who pisses themselves now bitch!"
She figured if you can't beat them join them. |
Hey, turns out Faust is alive, and he's got some new content finally!
(Even if it's not the most original idea, it's an idea that was had and thus is being put to paper, proverbially)
[The Wet Suit Challenge]
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'This is stupid......I shouldn't have done this...'
Lingering thoughts, as the path to salvation was blocked off by a veritable herd of other people, all crowding around the entrance...
One small look, one turn, one twist of the neck, or one slight fumble, and it would all be over for her....
'I shouldn't have let myself get egged on like this..'
A few hours prior.....
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"So, have you seen the latest Tren-Door Challenge?"
"No, I don't do those stupid internet challenges."
"Awww, but some of them are really cool!"
It was a hot, summer morning as the two friends quibbled over the validity of Internet videos, and the fame that would or would not come from them.
Perpetuating the spread of Internet content, was a slender girl with bright green eyes and bobbed blonde hair, who was getting increasingly pouty as their discussion went on.
Deciding to ignore the current trends for the sake of a healthier mindspace, was a noticeably curvier girl with lightly tanned skin, and wavy dark hair draped over her shoulders.
"It's really just a bunch of people putting themselves out there for the world to gawk at, or mock.." the Raven haired girl started, as she leaned back in her seat, relishing the AC. "You really shouldn't get so worked up about these things, Minnie."
"But isn't that cool?!" the blonde snipped, leaning forward and over the table between them. "You could do something that the whole world could see! You'd be famous, like a movie star, Amelia! You could be the next Koz-Mo, or even..."
"I don't know if I want the world to see me doing stuff." Amelia responded flatly, as one of the servers sat down their drinks and some snacks. "Hell, I don't want some of the people in this Cafe to even look at me, if I can be frank."
"I...Don't think the name Frank is Available." Minnie responded, thumbing through her phone and taking a quick sip. "A lot of the good ones are taken. You'd need a bunch of numbers on it, or..."
"Not like that, Minnie." Amelia groaned, rubbing her head slightly. "But, I imagine you didn't call me out here just to discuss internet videos..."
There was a slight pause as Amelia gestured for her friend to lead in, but the girl merely raised her drink to her lips, and started to sip aggressively, avoiding eye contact with her.
Amelia got a sinking feeling in her stomach, as she watched Minnie keep sipping and slurping......Until she finally pulled back, the ice rattling in her cup.
"Ahhhh... That was nice! Another, please!" she called out to a server, who took her glass to refill. Amelia gave her a stern look, and lowered her eyes.
"You.... didn't really just pull me out here to talk about videos, did you?" she asked, a bit less sure her friend wouldn't do something as stupid as that, as Minnie turned her phone around.
"Well, Kinda sorta!" She called, tapping at her screen. "Here, look at this! It's the latest Trend on Tren-Door! The Wet Suit challenge!"
Amelia hesitantly took Minnie's phone at this and tapped at the screen, where a girl with red hair pulled into a ponytail stood in the middle of the screen. wearing a blue, one-piece swimsuit.
"Hey everybody, it's Mari-Star with the hottest new challenge...!" the girl called, as the camera pulled back. "The Wet Suit challenge!"
Amelia scowled slightly at the girl's pep, but kept watching for her friend's sake, as the area around the girl suddenly changed, to walking down what was very clearly a street.
"The Wet Suit Challenge is pretty Simple..." Mari-Star's voice called out. "You just have two goals! Well, three if you count getting the swimsuit..."
Amelia rolled her eyes at this, before the redhead suddenly knelt down and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh.
"Step one....Get your swimsuit Wet..." She softly groaned out, as the camera panned around to show her.....Peeing through the swimsuit?!
"Minnie, What the fuck?" Amelia snapped, looking up to see her friend sipping at a second drink already. "Did you just flashbang me with..."
"Shhh, shhh.." the blonde called, holding up her fingers. "Keep watching!"
Amelia bit her tongue as she wanted to continue, but decided for the sake of her friend's dignity (And the gawking guests nearby) that she wouldn't shout out that she basically was seeing the equivalent of a softcore video, as the redhead finally stopped pissing, a sizable puddle under her.....As she kept walking again.
"And the hard part.." She continued, a little flush on her cheeks. "Is to get to a body of water without anyone noticing you peed! A pool, a lake! You could even fall in a mall fountain if you really wanted...!"
The girl suddenly ducked behind a tree as some people walked around the corner, the camera panning to follow her as they paced past.
"Just don't let anyone know you wet, until..."
There was a smash cut, and the red haired girl leaped into an empty pool, splashing about and undoing her ponytail..... Coming out of the water soaking wet from head to toe.
"You get soaked! That way, nobody's the wiser!" Mari-Star mused. "Just be careful to not be seen, or you'll never hear the end of it! Now, who's brave enough to take on the Wet Suit Challenge? If you are, reply to this video with your own! I'll choose a winner within the week, and they'll get..."
Amelia passed the phone back aggressively at this, scowling darkly at her friend.
"So, what was the fucking point in that?" she borderline snarled, as Minnie motioned for another glass. "You just show me... that, in a public area, where anyone could have seen and.."
'Well, it's kinda sorta related to what I wanted you to help me with..." Minnie answered, poking her fingers together. "You see, well... I.....Um..."
Amelia took a sip of her drink, closing her eyes and grimacing.
'Please.....Don't tell me she..'
"I want to take the challenge!" Minnie called. "I've been subbed to Mari-Mari for so long, and I've never been able to really get in on the challenges before the timegates are up.... And this one's got that HUGE prize of..."
"I'm not helping you.." Amelia interrupted, rubbing her brow. "I don't care what the reward is.."
"Ah, But Ameeeee!" Minnie pouted again. "Please! I don't know anyone else I know who can do this! Everyone else is busy studying, or off on some vacation, or..."
"What about that one creep?" Amelia quipped. "I'm sure he'd love to see you pissing yourself..."
"Ah, No! No way, I couldn't ask him..!" Minnie added, turning bright red. "Like, I know it's a pretty...um... Unorthodox challenge, but there's nobody else whose Camerawork, and Handywork I trust!"
Amelia gave Minnie a stern look, as the blonde leaned over the table again.
"Please, Ame! I'll do anything to make it up to you!" She pleaded. "i'll do your homework! Buy you dinner! Buy you dinner for like, a week! A month, even! I'll introduce you to my brother, I'll.."
"Ugh... You're so needy.." Amelia groaned again, as she took another sip of her drink. "If I do this, you need to stop trying to get me on Tren-Door. Understood? This is a one time thing."
"I love you!" Minnie called out, beaming as bright as the overbearing sun, making Amelia smile, in spite of her annoyance. They'd been friends since middle school, but sometimes the girl was just... Out there. Amelia motioned for another drink as she sighed internally, closing her eyes as she thought again.
'Better me than some creep who'd probably take advantage..' she thought to herself. 'And this way, I can make sure she doesn't get herself in too much trouble..'
"Oh, by the way, we need to do it today." Minnie added, prompting Amelia to spit out her drink mid-thought.
"Pffft..... What?! Why today?!" Amelia snapped, as Minnie poked her fingers together nervously.
"Well, I erm... I was worried I couldn't convince you.." she started, pinkening a little. "So, I kinda... sort of.. spent a few days working up the courage to.."
"You're killing me, Minnie. You're actually killing me." Amelia responded. "I immediately regret helping you with this."
"Ah, but don't worry!" Minnie called. "I erm... I already...You know..."
The blonde lifted her light blue tank top, showing off a fluffy-white bikini top under it.
"I'm already wearing a swimsuit under this... And.....I mean.."
Minnie gestured at the trio of beverages emptied in front of her, as Amelia rolled her eyes.
"Alright, fine...." She called. "But, we gotta go to my dorm so i can grab my suit, and Camera. Understood?"
"Y..Yeah! Of course!" Minnie piped up, jumping out of her seat energetically. "So, let's g-"
"After I finish eating.." Amelia cut her off, prompting her to sit back down.
"O-Oh... Yeah, of course..." Minnie responded sheepishly, averting her friend's gaze. "Sorry, I'm just... Excited, you know?"
"Yeah, of course." Amelia called, as she slowly sipped at her second drink, taking her time with her food.
About half an hour after the egregious agreement, Amelia finally pushed her plate forward and pushed her chair back.
"Alright, let's head to my dorm." Amelia called, as Minnie bounced up from her seat, lightly hopping in place.
"Yeah! Let's go!" she called, hopping from foot to foot as the two started out of the cafe together.
It was just under a two mile walk from the cafe back to the college they both attended, with a few extra blocks to the on-site dorms. As the large school building finally came into view, Amelia turned to her friend.
"So, you do know what you're going to be doing, right?" She called, as the blonde nodded.
"It's simple, really..!" She mused, lightly kicking up her feet as they walked. "You'll get changed, we'll head to the school gym pools, I'll find someplace quiet to erm... deal with my swimsuit... And then, I'll just run really fast, and dive in before anyone can see it!"
"Deal with your swimsuit? What do you mean by that?" Amelia remarked, giving a slight smirk. "Why, do you think it's gonna come undone on the way there?"
"No! Of course it's not gonna come undone!" Minnie responded back a little too quickly. "I'll just.. Have to...you know...Make it.....wet..."
"Make it what?" Amelia interjected again. "You mean, splash some water on it?"
"No! Of course not!" Minnie added, now starting to blush as she shifted in place. "I'll have to.... you know... p...P..P..."
"Pee?" Amelia teased some more, as Minnie suddenly stopped, and lightly pressed her hands against herself.
"N...Nnnnghh.. Don't make me think about that.." she reprimanded. "Those drinks are already going through me. But, i can't do that until at least you get the camera..!"
"Shouldn't have had so many." Amelia lightly reprimanded back, as they kept walking. "It's bad enough when you need to pee, but it always just gets worse when you know you can't, doesn't it?"
Minnie shuddered, as Amelia grinned a bit wider, as they kept pace.
"Like when you're in one of those big, 30% of your grade tests..." She started. "Or on a long car ride.... Or when your brother's taking a shower in the bathroom, and you can't..."
"THAT ONLY HAPPENED ONCE!" Minnie cried out, before blushing deeply. "I...I mean... Shutup! We gotta keep moving!"
Amelia chuckled slightly, but refused to hasten her pace even a step for her friend's foolhardy preparations, regardless of her pleas. It had been nearly a full hour by the time the two made it to the outside of the dorms, and Minnie was starting to shudder and bounce in place without any teasing.
"P...Perhaps You could...go up and get your stuff?" Minnie asked, quietly. "Th..that way I don't have to walk up there with...You know.."
"Oh, but what are you going to do with your clothes?" Amelia added. "Don't tell me you're going to just toss them off in public somewhere? What if someone saw you stripping?"
Minnie's face reddened at this, as she shook her head.
"W..Well, my room's on the top floor, but I don't wannagothatfarup." She stammered. "C..can I justlikeLeavetheminyours?"
Amelia chuckled darkly, as she started up.
"Why? Afraid of some stairs?" she asked, as Minnie puffed up.
"N..No..!" She exclaimed, taking an aggressive first and second step.... Before knocking her knees together, and whimpering.
"Okaymaybealittle...justcameout.."
Amelia almost felt bad for her friend at this point, so she started in without her, and moved about the dorm halls. Her room was on the second floor, but since she hadn't guzzled down so many drinks at the cafe, she wasn't exactly afraid of all the jostling. A few paces here, a twist and a turn there, and she was outside of her room.
"Wonder what I should wear.." she thought to herself as she started in, tossing her things onto her bed, and moving to her dresser. She had a few options, mostly red, purple, and navy.... But, as she kept thumbing through the various outfits, taking her sweet time, she eventually settled on the opposite of her friend's color: A nice, black material that hugged her curves nicely.
"Just hope there's not too many creeps there today.." she mumbled to herself as she changed garments, tossing her regular clothes down and stepping into her bikini. As she was tying the back however, a sensation came to the front of her mind..
Pang....
"Gn.....Of course.." She stated flatly, rolling her eyes. "I'll just tell her to wait a bit longer, so I can.."
THUMPTHUMPTHUMP
"AME, PLEASE HURRY UP!" the voice of her friend nearly made her jump out of her skin, as she snapped around.
"I just changed! Gimme a sec!" she snapped back, moving to her desk to pull out her camera. She had dabbled in cinematography, but of all the things for her to have to use this on..
""AME PLEASE! I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT!" Minnie yelled, as she opened the door, Minnie's eyes watering, and face flushed from the strain. "Ame, Please! We need to go NOW!"
"Come on, you're a big girl." Amelia responded flatly. "You can hold it a little longer. You know you didn't actually have to come up here, right?"
"Well, I didntwant anyone to..." Minnie stammered, squirming and shaking in place. "Eugh..! Not important! Let's get moving, NOW, please!"
"Hang on, I'm gonna go to the bathroom first.." Amelia started, as Minnie suddenly tossed her shirt and skirt at the girl, having already taken them off, apparently.
"No time! WE GOTTA GO OUTSIDE NOW OR I'M GONNA FLOOD YOUR CARPET!" the blonde threatened, as Amelia chuckled, but relented.
"Alright, fine Princess of Piddle." she taunted. "Let's get out of here, and get you to your potty, so the world can know you're incontinent already."
"I...Am not...!" Minnie puffed up again, before wincing and writhing. "Nnnghh!! Okay, okay please let's-just-get-going-now-pleasepleaseplease..!"
As amusing as taunting the girl was, even Amelia had her limits, and knew Minnie would be hitting hers soon. So, rather than torture the girl by making her wait through her own bathroom trip, Amelia relented to heading outside, camera in tow as the blonde followed more than a few steps behind her... Squeaking and shaking with every step they took down the staircases.
"O..Okay..! Okay, let's just-start-it-right-here...!" Minnie called as soon as they took a step outside. "GetthecameraoutsoIcanPee..!"
"Ah, but you said so yourself.." Amelia called. "You gotta get somewhere quiet to... deal with your swimsuit. I'd say the front of the dorms is hardly quiet. What if he walked by and saw you.."
"Okayyeahtrue.." Minnie groaned. "But...please....can we hurry? Like, HURRY hurry?"
"Fine, fine.."
It was a very lively, jittery, and quivery walk for the two, as Minnie kept gasping and shuddering with each step.... Aggressively inhaling through clenched teeth as both of her hands buried into the white swimsuit bottom. Every few dozen steps or so, she'd freeze up and let out a troubled whimper, but if she was truly leaking as she said, Amelia couldn't see it. It felt like another hour or so before they came to the gate separating them from the school's communal pool, and Amelia turned to her friend.
"Okay, Pool's right there." she called. "Let's just head to the side here, and we can get your little show started, Minnie."
"ThankGod...!" the girl gasped, groaning and bending forward. "I...I don't think I can hold it much more...! It's..It's gonna come out.."
Amelia rolled her eyes at her repetitive friend's wails, glancing to the side as she gestured.
"Over here. Lean against the tree, and i'll start the camera." she called, thumbing out the camera. "It'll keep you hidden, and it'll make for a good shot."
"O...O..Okay...!"
Amelia unscrewed the lens cap, and focused it on her friend's trembling, shuddering figure.... Starting to angle it downward to her knocking knees, and trembling thighs.... Partly for the fact she was going to be focusing on it, and partly to help with keeping the girl Anonymous on the internet. Even if Minnie wanted to be famous for something so... vulgar, Amelia wouldn't let her friend completely out herself for the world to see...
Eventually, after about a minute of quaking, Minnie leaned against the tree, as Amelia gestured.
"And... recording.." she called, as Minnie tried to stand up straight.
"H...H..Hi... It's...Minerva...8005.." Minnie stated, trembling. "H...Here...answering the...the wet suit.."
Amelia rolled her eyes and sighed.
'Why did she use her real name..' she thought, as the girl tensed up.
"Ch...challenge..!"
Amelia kept the camera focused on Minnie's bikini bottoms, trembling thighs, and bloated belly. Though she felt a bit awkward ogling her friend through the camera feed, it only really hit her how awkward it seemed after a few minutes passed, and...
"Minnie, Why aren't you peeing?" Amelia snapped sharply, as the girl blushed bright red and clasped her hands over her face.
"I...I don't think I can do this..!" she stammered, shaking and trembling. "I...I..I haven't ever peed myself on purpose before..!"
"Ugh... Now you're saying this.." Amelia groaned. "Just... think of waterfalls... Or like, Rivers... Or exploding soda cans..!"
Minnie scrunched up her face, and tensed... But, after another minute of suffered, dry silence, Amelia rolled her eyes.
"How are you this bad at peeing?" she snapped, as Minnie whimpered.
"I...I don't know...!" she groaned. "I..I really want to, but at the same time, it just feels like...Like I really shouldn't, you know?"
Amelia shook her head, feeling her own bladder starting to pang and nag at her again, as she pinched her nose.
'I can't believe my friend is such a fucking idiot...' she thought to herself, as Minnie pouted at her again.
"D..Do you have any ideas, Ame?" She pleaded. "I..I got this far, but...But i'm just frozen up! How do you make yourself pee?!"
Amelia felt herself turn a bit red at the thought, before remembering the video, and deciding to just go for the tried and true tactic: Bullshit.
"Well, Mari knelt down before she wet." Amelia called. "Maybe that'll.."
Pssssshshhhh...spsssssshhhhh..psssshhh
"Ahhhh!!..Haaaahhhhh!!!"
Minnie's voice quickly rang out, moaning sweetly as the change in posture had an immediate effect, prompting her to start gushing and spraying, making her whole body go slack, and her mouth to gape in sheer relief.
"Ohhhhh... Ohhhhnnnn...Ohhhh... it worrrrrrkkkkkeeedd..." she groaned some more, prompting Amelia to flush a bit, and tense her legs....
Seeing the girl casually erupt in sheer, puddling bliss was more than a touch strange in many ways for her, least of which because she was recording her. Amelia turned back to the camera to notice her friend was now fully in frame, prompting her to lower the camera to focus on the girl's now-glistening thighs, and sputtering stream, darkening and lightly greying the white swimsuit bottoms she was wearing. It was a surprising show of liquid force, as the show went on for a veritable minute and a half, before starting to taper and peter off, leaving Minnie barely hovering above her puddle on shaky legs.
"Ohhhhhh Gods... That was....So much..." she groaned, with a smile. "Almost makes me wanna... Do that more often.....So warm..."
"Minnie, Focus.." Amelia started a bit more forcefully than she intended, snapping the blonde out of her trance.
"Ah, right! Gotta get the video.." she added, stumbling a bit. "C...Could you help me back to my feet please?"
Amelia averted her gaze, but moved forward to hold her hand out to the blonde, helping her out of the miniature lake she just made next to the tree. She wobbled, and she shook... But, Ultimately, Minnie kept her balance, as she nodded.
"Alright..." she called, still dripping piddle from her suit and thighs. "Now, we just gotta get a shot of me jumping into the pool, and we'll be set!"
"Yeah..." Amelia remarked quietly. "We're almost done. Just gotta make it through the door, and into the pool without being seen..."
She was starting to feel a much more nagging pressure of her own, but it would be fine. She'd get Minnie into the water, they'd close out the video, and she'd quietly slip into the bathrooms near the pool before she risked being Minnie's Encore.
As she gently opened the gate to the communal pool....
To a massive herd of classmates, all splayed about, and crowding the pool. A few glances were already turning her way, and she quickly shut the gate, prompting Minnie to pause.
"W..what's wrong Ame?" she asked, as the black haired girl dropped her gaze.
"It's packed today.." she warned. "If you go in there, someone is going to see."
Minnie's face went from lightly pink, to ghostly pale.
"Th..they'll see...." She repeated quietly, her eyes going blank. "But... If they see me..."
Amelia bit her lip, as she started to ponder...
How could she get her friend out of this situation?
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[To be Continued...?]
(Author's note: The Wet Suit Challenge is not a real challenge. If you do this in real life, you are stupid and I will make fun of you personally.] |
[The Wet Suit Challenge, Part 2]
"Ame, what are we going to do?" the blonde pleaded with her friend. "If we can't go in there without someone seeing, but we can't finish the video without a pool...."
"Minnie, I think you've got more important things to worry about than a damn pool!" Amelia snapped back at her friend. "You're going to be caught with... Well, with a very telling mark on that suit if you stand around, OR if you go in there."
"Awawaaaaa.... What do we do...?" Minnie whimpered, flushing a bright pink as her friend's hand held her head.
'Stupid Minnie, never thinking these things through...' Amelia internally groused. 'I should just let her stew in this.... But, the thought of some creep ogling her... Eugh...'
There was a deafening silence over the two girls, as Minnie's gaze kept shuffling left and right, looking out for anyone who would arrive. Her feet still graced the puddle of her own creation gingerly, prompting a steady flush to her face, before Amelia turned to her foolhardy friend.
"Alright, I have an idea." She called. "There's a public pool out in town a few blocks away..."
"Ah? But what if my suit dries out before we get there?" Minnie inquired. 'There's gotta be something closer, so.."
"Minnie, are you really that focused on your stupid Tren-Door challenge?" Amelia snapped, earning another long silence. "...Oh my God, you're hopeless..."
"W..Well, I mean.." the blonde nervously stammered, poking her fingers together. "I...I already peed my suit... It feels like such a waste to quit now.."
"I....ugh...Whatever.." Amelia groaned, not entirely for the matter of her friend's focus on a stupid internet trend. Truthfully, Amelia felt more than a soft pang of trouble brewing down below, but if there was one thing more important to her than bodily urges, it was helping her oh-so-stupid friend out. Though, as she started to wrack her brain...
"It doesn't... have to be a pool, right?"
"Ah?" Minnie sounded, as she tilted her head. "I...erm...I don't... think so...Lemme check."
The blonde reach for her phone, having tucked it away in her bikini top, prompting a flat look from Amelia.
"You were going to short out your phone if we'd gone in, were you?" she quipped, as Minnie bopped her friend's side.
"Ah, shaddup." she quipped back. "I wasn't gonna leave my phone in your room. I didn't forget to drop it off..."
Amelia doubted the integrity of that statement, as Minnie's phone called out.
'Get your swimsuit wet....'
Ssssshhh...Ssssssshhhh.
'And the hard part...is to get to a body of water, without anyone knowing you peed! A pool, a lake, You cou-'
"Okay, now that we confirmed that..' Amelia cut off the video, feeling her legs tense up some more as the nagging sensation pounded away at her. "There's a fountain at the front entrance of the college. You could jump into that, couldn't you?"
"Ame, you're a Genius!" Minnie mused, leaping over to hug her friend, who backed away from her hurriedly.
"Ah, no hugs while you're in peed clothes, thank you!" she rebuffed. "Let's just get over there, and get this over with already!"
Minnie pouted, but gave a small nod of understanding as she started to walk with her friend... Whose pace had been staggered more than a little, prompting her to actually move ahead.
"You know Ame, you...are wearing a swimsuit too." Minnie started, earning her a small, but vicious glare from her friend.
"Astute observation..." She bit back a bit more venomously than usual, as the blonde flanked her other side.
"And i mean.. We're about to get to a fountain...." She added, the glare darkening some more.
"Do not.."
"I mean, it wouldn't be a big deal if..."
"Minnie, i swear...."
"You just.... you know....."
"Minnie..."
"Participated in the challenge with me."
"MINNIE." Amelia snapped, stopping in place. "I told you a hundred thousand times. I'm not into these Trendor......Bullshit..Challenges.."
"But Ameeeee!" Minnie remarked. "I don't even mean the challenges! You're all shaking, and tensing. I'm just saying, you look like you really need to go anyways, and..."
"I'm....Fine..." Amelia snapped, one of her legs crossing over the other. "I'm not like you, I can.... Hold it, until this is over... And go to the bathroom."
"But it would be so much easier to...." Minnie started, as Amelia turned away.
"If you ask me one more time, you're not getting your video." she demanded, moving as if she was about to ditch her friend. Minnie quickly shifted gears, moving in front of her friend once more.
"Okayokayokay, I won't ask!" she remarked. "Just... please don't leave! We've come so far...!"
That was an understatement. She'd been at this stupid challenge thing for... what felt like a few hours, as she kept along the path with her friend, moving closer to their destination.... Stopping every few feet to keep herself in control, as she tried to busy her mind with other things.
The upcoming midterms in Calculus, the Bio lab project they'd no doubt be getting in a few days....How unbearably hot it was getting lately....
All various distractions, before Minnie called out.
"Ah..! There it is!" She piped up, snapping her concentration. "The fountain! Ame, get your Camera ready!"
Amelia breathed a tensed sigh of relief, as the end goal was in sight.
The fountain was some decoration from long before the two were even born, much less since they started attending college. It looked to be about fifteen feet high, with water that very easily, came up to one's knees (Or thighs on some of the smaller students) The water gushed upwards a few feet extra, at a steady and regular rhythm, splashing about merrily..
Pang....pang..
A noise and thought process that made Amelia bend at the knees, as she reach down for her camera.
"So.. Just gotta grab a quick video of you..." she started, pausing as her knees knocked. "Hopping in... yeah?"
"Yeah! That'll do it!" Minnie called. "Oh, though you might need to stand back to get a good shot!"
Amelia gave a tensed nod, and pulled out her camera, looking up to record her friend, still seeing the dampness on the back of her swimsuit... And more than a few drips still trailing down her thighs.
Ksssshshssshsssshsshsshsh
The sounds of the fountain were almost unbearable for Amelia, as she struggled to keep the camera steady, and Minnie turned around.
"Is it rolling?" she asked, as Amelia finally let her free hand snake down to apply some much needed pressure.
"Yeah... Yeah, Go!" she called out, as the blonde stared at the fountain for a few scant moments...
And then a few more.... And more... and more...
Amelia's legs quivered, as she started to sneer.
"Minnie! It's ready..!" She called out impatiently, as the girl lightly rubbed her head.
"Um... do you think I'll get in trouble if I.." she started, as Amelia's hand clasped over her own face.
"MINNIE, GET IN THE DAMN WATER!' She snapped, before feeling it..
Sssssh...
A small sputter of warmth, marring her dry, dark suit. It wasn't a sizable leak, by any stretch... But, it was a leak nevertheless... Which meant warning bells were now going off in her head, as she struggled to keep the camera steady.
'As soon as we get this footage, I am.......' she thought, as her hand shot back to her crotch, applying much needed pressure. 'DONE helping with these stupid..challenges..'
What was more upsetting however, was rather than getting it over with a hop, skip, and a jump, Minnie was taking her time stepping over, her foot touching the water for an instant, before quickly jerking back out.
"Ahhhh..!!! It's cold..!!!!" she snapped out, as Amelia swore sharply under her breath.
"Minnie, Get in the fucking water before I piss my pants." She snapped out way too loudly, as the blonde turned, and chuckled nervously.
"Ahaha... Ri..right, Right. Lemme just.." She called, reaching her foot over again.... Flinching as it touched the water, before slowly sinking in.
"Hurry up..!" Amelia snarled, as the blonde's body shivered wildly.
"It's like...really cold..!" she protested. "I just....Ah...Wait, right!"
Amelia groaned even louder as she squeezed herself, the blonde pulling her phone out of her bikini top again, and setting it on the side of the fountain. The raven haired girl could feel her body starting to protest all of these delays, coupled with the auditory torture that was the fountain, before finally Minnie got her other foot into the water (with another soft Yelp), and then sank down into a squat.
"Aaahaahaaahh.... It's so cold..." She griped.... "Bu...b...But...Th..that should be it, R..r..right..?"
Amelia swore in relief as she started to set the camera down, finally glad to be done with this stupid challenge....Before..
"Oh wow, good idea!"
"How come we didn't think about that?"
"The pool's so crowded..."
Voices. LOTS of voices suddenly rang out, as the raven haired girl looked to the side, seeing a few students all gazing in Minnie's direction. Several students, swimsuit clad and not, had taken notice of Minnie's temporary residence, and as if the fates themselves were conspiring against Amelia, all started to rush the fountain... All clamoring about the heat.
"Oh wow, it really IS cold!"
"You're a genius, Minerva!"
"Oh hey, is that Amelia over there recording?"
"This'll make a great yearbook shot!"
"Make sure to get my good side..!"
The raven haired girl seriously considered renouncing all religions, and thoughts of destiny, as she sat the camera down (To avoid the now rampant splashing of the crowds) and moved over to gather her foolhardy accomplice.".
"Minnie, we need to get out of here now." she whispered under her breath to the blonde, who was flushed a bright red amidst the untimely crowd.
"Ahaha..y..Y..Yeah..." she remarked.
"Oh, don't be like that Ame!"
"Come on, join in!"
A few errant splashes were flung her way, and as the absolutely freezing water made contact with her skin...
Sssssh...Sssssssssssshhhh..
It began. What was a small leak started to quickly progress to a steady sputtering spray of pent-up, vividly warm dampness, trickling through her suit, and down her thighs. The black haired girl flushed brightly, gripping her sides from the sheer chill of water, as her knees knocked and buckled from the sudden, serious spray of shame through her.
"Fountain party?! That's awesome! Count me in!"
"Hey, I thought we were gonna study after this!"
"I didn't bring my suit..!"
More voices...More people. Though she stood on the opposite side of the college entrance, more people could be heard joining in, splashing, and squabbling. Though she was standing in a steady growing puddle of warm shame, and freezing waters, Amelia couldn't bear to move a muscle...
'This was stupid....I shouldn't have done this'
Lingering thoughts, as the path to a proverbial salvation was blocked off by a veritable herd of people, crowding the entrance (And Fountain, too).
One steady enough look, one sharp turn in the right direction, one twist, one slight fumble downward, and someone would notice her folly...
The waters of her own personal fountain, rather than the artificial one.
'I shouldn't have let myself get egged on like this..'
If she hadn't gone along with her foolish friend's request for a stupid challenge, she wouldn't be in danger of complete social devastation...
If someone glanced over, or walked by and looked a little more closely, they'd notice that she wasn't...
Bwwwwooooooshhhh..
A massive splash suddenly soaked the girl from head to toe, as Minnie threw her whole figure into upending a massive bout of water, causing nothing short of a full body shudder of shock..
"G..G..G..Gah..!!! FUCK, that's cold..!" Amelia snapped out loudly,
Sssssshhhhh...ssssshhhh...sssshh..
As her body's steady trickles were the only thing keeping any semblance of warmth in her. Her face burned with shame still, as Minnie then climbed over the fountain once again, and took her friend's shoulder.
"Sorry, Sorry..." she called, giving a telling wink to her friend "Couldn't resist...splashing you, you know!"
Amelia cut Minnie a glare, but a small smile kept to her lips.... Thankful for the out, but also still very eager to get out of there.
"We've got a um..Project.." she called to the crowd of unaware students, moving over. "So, I'm just gonna grab my camera, and get going."
"Awwww, alright."
"Thanks for the Idea!"
"Eh Tu, Minnie?"
"Yeah, s..sorry! We've got a lot of work to do!" the blonde remarked with a forced smile. "Maybe next time!"
Amelia scooped her camera off of the ground, and started to head off with Minnie, heading back to her door room with only a few passing gazes from their soaking wet, swimsuit clad figures.
"This was still a stupid fucking idea.." Amelia chided her friend, as Minnie chuckled nervously.
"Yeah.. S..sorry about all of that." she apologized again. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
"You'd better.." Amelia grumbled, as the two were almost dry enough by the time they reach their dorms, Amelia leading Minnie back up to her room.
"So, think you can send me the footage tonight?" Minnie asked, as Amelia plugged her camera up to her laptop.
"Yeah, I'll send it to your phone right now.." she started, clicking away. "Then, you can do whatever you need to for your stupid little Tren-Door, and..."
"Thank you.." Minnie called, before patting at herself. "....Um...Erm.. one problem with that."
Amelia rolled her eyes, and looked at her friend.
"What's the problem now?" she added, as the girl pressed her fingers together.
"I..erm... I might have left my phone... outside.." She called, nervously. "Can you send it to my email instead? Tren-Door has a site i can do vids to, too!"
"Ugh, you're actually killing me, Minnie." Amelia snapped. "I already sent it to your phone and..."
"Butbut, If I don't find it, I can't upload it in time, and I..."
"FINE....But this is the last thing." She snapped. "You're buying me so many lunches for this whole stupid favor."
"Ehehehe.... Thanks.." Minnie added. "And... Erm...If you could edit the video too.."
"I hate you sometimes, you know that?" Amelia responded, as Minnie pounced closer, squeezing her tightly in a hug and kissing her cheek.
"Love you too, Ame!" she called. "I'm going to head back now! You're the best there ever was!"
Amelia sighed deeply as the blonde started off, and she started to run through the footage. She didn't know why, or how she kept getting talked into doing more work, but she always had a soft spot for her.
"Well, time to get to work..." She grumbled, as she started to go through the footage.
Simple enough work. Some preliminary bits with Minnie walking, desperate.... The incident of her piddling herself, and then of course, the stepping into the fountain (Cutting out the bits where Minnie kept hesitating), and it would be a video.
She left in the parts of others joining in as well, intending to wrap the video there....
Before seeing that her camera had kept running after she sat it down, showing off her own... approach of the blonde, the excess of liquid passing through her own swimsuit, and the girl covering up her... incident with some splashes of water.
Amelia's face burned with shame, remembering the accident, and how close she came to social disaster, but as she cut the footage of her own involvement (And the evidence of her own shameful spraying), she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Never falling for those stupid challenges of her site again.." she muttered to herself as she added a few finishing touches, and sent the video to Minnie's email, along with a message.
'Hey, when you find your phone, delete the video I sent, delete it, okay?'
A few minutes passed, before Amelia heard the ping of a message back from her friend.
'Kk~ tysm Ame! ❤️ '
Amelia let out another, drawn out sigh, before closing her computer, going about her nightly routine, and laying down to bed.
"Hopefully, class won't suck too hard tomorrow..."
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Amidst talking about the results of midterms with her friend a few days later, Amelia finally brought the conversation back around to her friend's hobby.
"How'd that challenge thing go for you?" she asked, as Minnie grinned ear to ear.
"Oh, it was a hit on Tren-Door!" Minnie mused. "After I got my phone back, I checked up on the video during the midterm. Ten thousand hits! Mari-Star's gonna announce the winner of her challenge today!"
A ding rang out from her phone, and Minnie perked up.
"Ah, there it is! C'mon, let's watch!" she called, tapping the video.
'Hey everyone, It's Mari-star with the results of my Wet suit challenge!' The redhead's voice called out, looking chipper as before. 'We had quite a few challengers this time, but one of them stood head and shoulders above the others!'
Minnie seemed to practically vibrate in her seat, as Amelia pretended to pay attention.
'This spicy vixen was very nearly a late entry, but when you see the video, you'll understand why she's the winner.'
Minnie gave a goofy smile, as Amelia mentally chided the thought of Minnie ever being a 'Spicy Vixen'...
"More like, spacey.." she quipped as Minnie elbowed her sharply, as they kept watching.
'This college girl sure knows how to get wet, and get out with style..' Mari-Star kept calling. 'And with such a close call, such boldness had to be rewarded, you know?'
Amelia raised an eyebrow, getting a sudden sinking feeling in her gut, as the video continued.
'So, with over a hundred thousand views, everyone check out our winner! A bold, tanned, temptress, whose exhibitionism knows no bounds, and whose lust for danger almost matches her viewers!"
"No..." Amelia muttered, before the footage of her shaming right next to the fountain of classfolk, concealed only by Minnie's 'Accidental' splashing was then displayed on the feed, prompting that sinking feeling to magnify.
'Links in the description below, so you can see the video yourself! Remember to like, comment, and..'
"Minnie, i told you to delete that footage!" Amelia snapped at her friend, who had gone pale as a ghost, and whose face looked just as shocked.
"Am...Ame? I thought you didn't..Do these challenges..." she stammered, prompting a glare... Met with confusion.
"...D..Didn't you get my message to delete it?" she added, as Minnie nodded.
"Yeah, I trashed it as soon as I got my phone back." she called. "Honest! Ms. Kim told me someone had turned it in the other day, and the battery was nearly dead."
"Don't you lock your phone?!" Amelia snapped, as Minnie cowered a bit.
"Y..Yeah, of course I do..!" She stated, nervously. "And... I would never.... After all you do..."
Amelia glared at her friend for a few scant minutes, before glancing down at the link in the video, to the video's source. A few moments passed as the app loaded... Changing to an unfamiliar screenname.
'HeartilyOmorashi'
....
'That's not your screenname, is it..?" Amelia asked her friend sternly, as Minnie shook her head.
"No..! No, it's not.." she snapped. "Someone must have.... But... Who..."
The two girls puzzled this for what felt like a very, very long while, before Amelia's eyes glanced down to the view count, prompting her eyes to go wide.
"...T...Two freaking Million?! What?!" she snapped, as Minnie's eyes also widened in shock.
"Two...M...M..Million.."
Ba-bump...
That meant that that video had been seen two million times. Amelia didn't know how many of those were actual people, or just repeat spammers, but the thought of so many people, seeing her in such a compromised position...
Ba-bump...
Something about it scared her... But also.... Excited her?
'Pl..please, body... Don't tell me I'm excited by this..' she thought to herself incredulously, as her cheeks reddened up, and her face heated up.
No... She wasn't into.. that kind of thing...
...
W...Was she?
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Danielle Alvarez was a beautiful mixed race Afro-Latina woman with extremely curly black hair that reached past her shoulders. The 28-year old was in her cubicle, legs crossed tight. She was wearing a white dress shirt and a grey knee length skirt as well as black heels.
Danielle had taken on an extra hour of work to finish all her tasks before the weekend, this meant an extra cup of coffee from the floor’s machine. The hardworking woman had been thinking more on keeping concentrated than on what impact another cup of coffee would have on her bladder when she hadn’t been in hours.
Not that she was suffering, she could easily wait til she finished than slip to the woman’s room, but she was still aware that there was urine inside her waiting to be left out.
Across the floor was Ethan Harlon, a 25 year old white guy who just started working at the company a month ago. Fresh out of Graduate School, Ethan wanted to prove that he belonged there, taking on extra hours almost everyday.
Ethan also liked taking on extra hours for another reason, to see the beautiful woman that worked on the far side of the floor. He had only spoken to Danielle in passing a few times, but in that short time become enamored with her. He knew she was older, and probably married, but he couldn’t help but wonder what if?
Danielle was quite interested in the new guy on the floor. He had glasses and somewhat curly auburn hair, and he looked older than he was, she was surprised to hear from other coworkers he was only 25.
She had ended her previous relationship only three months ago and had sworn not to start another for at least a year, but this new guy was making her reconsider.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her bladder. She finally decided to call it a day and make her way to the woman’s room. She shut down her computer and put on her black suit jacket before heading to the ladies. Her heels loudly clacked against the floor the whole way.
Danielle made it and reached for the doorknob only to be greeted with a locked door.
“Damnit.” She muttered to herself. Not that she couldn’t hold it, but she didn’t want to spend the whole 20 minute subway ride to her apartment thinking about her bladder. She turned towards the elevator and began walking.
Ethan finally began closing up for the day. He felt a familiar pressure in his lower half but chose to ignore it. He didn’t need to go pee very bad, and his apartment was a five minute walk away. He made his way to the elevator and pressed the button for the bottom floor when he heard a voice.
“Hold the elevator!” Danielle rushed over as fast as she could in her heels. Ethan open the door as the woman stepped in.
“Hey.” He said with a smile. He felt butterflies looking at this beautiful woman.
“Hi.” Danielle responded.
They stood in silence as the elevator began its descent. Ethan tried not to think about it but he couldn’t help but notice Danielle’s ass in her tight skirt.
Suddenly, there was a loud screeching noise and the elevator came to a sudden halt.
“What the hell?” Danielle yelled out.
“The button to open the door isn’t working.” Ethan tried pressing it repeatedly.
“Try pressing the emergency button.”
“Hello is anyone there, we’re trapped in here. Can someone call the fire department?” Ethan spoke into the phone area as he held down the button.
“Man this can’t be happening.” Ethan couldn’t believe he was stuck like this only a month in.
“I don’t think anyones coming.” Danielle shook her head in disbelief. They could be waiting all night til someone comes in the morning.
“Guess I might miss my show tonight.” Ethan joked, trying to break the tension.
“I was gonna get drinks with my friends later this evening.”
“Well if you got coffee or something you could pretend.” Ethan joked again.
Danielle didn’t like the joke though, because it reminded her of her bodily need. Would she really be holding it all night? She was a mature, career oriented woman; she would not let herself be stressed by such a childish need.
She casually crossed her ankles and continued to put in as professional of a face as she could.
Ethan was also feeling it. He as starting to worry if he had underestimated how much he needed to go. No matter what he would not embarrass himself and squirm around in front of this gorgeous woman.
The two continued to stand in silence, checking their cell phones and looking around until Danielle decided to break the ice.
“You like it here so far?”
“Oh yeah, pay is great, people are nice.”
“Definitely. I think I will be getting a raise by the end of the year.”
“Lots of more nights drinking with that money.”
“Yeah” But not drinking anything right now. Danielle thought to herself.
It had been around of half hour of chit chat when Danielle had to start shifting her legs slightly. She would have been home by now in normal times, and her bladder decided to remind her of that fact.
“Are you okay?” Ethan asked.
“Oh yeah it’s nothing.” Danielle said with a fake smile. She refuses to let on that she needed to go.
Ethan was also starting to feel it. He had his hand in his pocket discreetly holding himself. He wasn’t sure how long until his dress pants turned a much darker shade of grey.
About an hour later Danielle was struggling to stand still. Her heels were loudly clacking against the floor of the elevator.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Ethan asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” She placed her hand in front of her skirt.
“You don’t seem very okay.” Ethan said as Danielle bent forward and groaned.
“All that coffee today went straight to my bladder.” Danielle said, embarrassed. She couldn’t remember the last time she needed to go this bad.
“Well if it makes you feel any better, I do have to go as well.” Ethan said before looking down. He was tapping his right foot. “You could say we’re in this together. Let’s talk about something else, where were you going too tonight?”
“Well I was going to the Blue Night bar with my friends.”
“Hey, I love that place. What if we went sometime?”
“I-I uh” Danielle started to blush. She couldn’t believe she was acting like a little girl. “I’d love too.”
“We got something to look forward too when we get out of here, y’know?”
“Not as much as I look forward to getting to a toilet.” Danielle said as she recrossed her legs again.
“Yeah I have to piss, I can’t hold it much longer.” Ethan said, grabbing the front of his trousers.
“How can we pee in here?” Danielle pressed both hands hands into the front of her skirt.
“Well, there is a way I can go, I don’t know about you though.”
“How could you go?”
“I can force open the door and pee in the crack between the elevator and the wall, but I wouldn’t want to leave you suffering alone.” Ethan offered out his hand.
Danielle took it but she nodded in approval. “You can go… if I can hold it while you do.”
Ethan’s face turned red. “I-if you say so.”
Danielle held down the button to open the door and Ethan pulled as hard as he could (without pissing himself). The door came open a decent amount and the wall of the elevator cavern could be seen.
He ripped open his fly and pulled out his cock. Danielle wrapped her hand around it and squeezed tight.
“I can’t go.” Ethan’s cock turned fully erect. No matter how hard he tried nothing would come out.
“Maybe I can make it come out.” She stroked up and down.
“Ah-fuck” it shit out like a jet stream. Danielle held his dick for a couple seconds before the sound was too much for her. She took her hand away and tried covering her ears. The sound of piss so close by was almost too much to handle.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Danielle pressed both hands deep into her crotch as Ethan’s stream went into the crevice. She danced around, heels clacking louder than ever.
“Ethan, Ethan I need to get out. I need to pee now!” She curled her leg up behind her. Any semblance of respectability went out the window.
Ethan zipped up his fly and turned towards her.
“A think a kiss would distract you.” He smiled
“Worth a try!”
The two locked lips, Danielle keeping her hands over her skirt. She knew this wasn’t helping, but she wanted to kiss him anyways.
Suddenly, Ethan turned her around and placed his hands on her waste. He started thrusting his crotch up against her ass.
Danielle’s bladder was screaming but she wanted more. He reached around and placed his hand on her midsection, pressing hard on her bladder.
“Ahhh” The woman couldn’t help but moan. Pain and arousal mixed together in a deadly combo.
Ethan pulled back his hand and gave Danielle’s ass a hard slap.
“This little girl gotta go peepee? So sad little missy can’t hold her bladder.”
“I’m gonna, I’m gonna, ahhhh” The floodgates opened. Warm urine flowed down the 28-year olds legs. The back of her skirt starting turning dark. “Oh, ahhhhh.” Danielle moaned in relief so hard it could be mistaken for orgasms.
The two locked eyes and started kissing. Ethan’s hand went up Danielle’s wet skirt and felt her soaked panties.
“I’d like to start seeing you more often.” Danielle said.
“Ofcourse.” Ethan replied with a smile.
As if on que, the elevator restarted and began heading back down.
Ethan gave Danielle his jacket to cover her skirt for her trip home, and the two departed with a kiss. |
Hello everyone, I am once again back with a one part story that I want to share with all of you. This one is pretty straight forward: our friend Sara here has a predicament on her flight to Florida and it causes things to spiral out of control. Enjoy!
Sara’s Disastrous Flight:
”Attention all passengers, the time is now 7:50 AM Eastern Time and we will now be boarding Flight 34A towards Miami.”
Sara and her boyfriend Luke were not very well known for their sprinting abilities, but they were putting their legs to full use as they sprinted down towards their gate, almost tripping over each other multiple times in the process. To their relief they saw a sizeable line in front of the gate, so they knew they had time now.
The two had been in a huge rush that morning to pack that they had just barely made it to their gate in time. A combination of trouble finding clothes, bad traffic, and other things did them in.
Sara though was just happy they made it to their flight. However a familiar feeling soon hit her bladder: major discomfort. She hadn’t had time to go to the bathroom before leaving her house with being in such a big hurry, and now she had to go quite a bit. The coffee she had this morning compounded with the water she was drinking now didn’t help matters.
She decided to ask her boyfriend to watch her stuff, but he beat her to the punch. “Hey babe, could you watch our stuff for a second, I’m going to hit the bathroom.” She nodded at him, obviously frustrated she missed her time. It’s okay, I’ll just go on the plane.
The plane itself was giant: nearly 50 rows with three people per seat. Sara decided she would find her and her boyfriends seats. They got the window and middle seat. She placed her luggage in the top carrier and sat down in her seat next to the window with her boyfriend next to her.
Her obvious shaking and swaying came to his attention immediately. “What’s wrong babe, feel sick?”
She shook her head at him, “I gotta pee, bad.”
He scanned around for a bathroom. “Well, there’s one right next to us so why don’t you just g- oh Jesus Christ.”
As he was finishing speaking, a man larger than anything Sara had seen before moved towards their row and placed his luggage in their same overhead bin. Sara’s heart and stomach both dropped as he struggled to squeeze into the seat next to Luke.
The man was bald and had tattoos of guns all over his arms. He looked like he had just come from an NRA committee council, and he instantly started speaking to Luke. “Hey man, hope I ain’t an issue for you. The dumbass flight attendant bitch said they didn’t have enough seats to sit me in a row of my own, so we’re going to have to settle for this.”
Luke didn’t know what much else to do then to nod. Sara was in pure agony. This was a 4 hour flight, Sara didn’t think she could make it more than 10 minutes. She thought back to a conversation with her boyfriend a couple days ago.
…
”Listen babe, I know you won’t like it, but I know how much you hate airport bathrooms. If you just wear this, it will be infinitely better for both of us.”
”What if someone sees? I could never live that down! And plus, that car trip was just a fluke babe! I don’t need diapers!”
”Ok, suit yourself. I’ll leave it up to you.”
…
She was now heavily regretting not wearing one today. That way she could have just let it flow in her seat and no one would have known the wiser. Now instead, she was stuck. She couldn’t ask that guy to move to go the bathroom. She couldn’t scale the seats either. There was no way she could hold back her morning pee plus two full drinks for another four hours. A devil and angel appeared in her ears.
”Just go in your yoga pants! It will feel so good and that way you don’t need to worry about it! The plane will cover up the noise and you’ll never see any of these people ever again!”
”Hold it the best you can and see if that guy can get moved! You can make it!”
She seemed more interested in what her devil was telling her, but decided to keep holding.
…
Their flight took off at about 8:10, Sara looked at her phone: 8:32. Her bladder throbbed and she shook to the very core. The guy next to her boyfriend had fallen asleep and looked absolutely out of it. Once again the devil and angel called out to her:
”Why haven’t you just gone yet? Nobody cares about what you’re doing, plus someone to your left looks like he’s enjoying the show.”
Sara looked over at her boyfriend. His pants had an obvious bulge. Is that why he wanted me to wear a diaper?
The angel once again shouted out to her, however what she heard this time was much different. “The flight attendants put someone in a seat that you didn’t want anyone in. It’s their fault you’re in this predicament, so just go in your pants. You’ve already suffered enough. It will make the guy on your left happy for sure!”
Sara’s mind had already made the decision for her at this point. She grabbed her boyfriends hand and whispered into his ear, “I’m going to pee my pants.”
He whispered back, “spread your legs so I can see it.”
Upon that command Sara spread her legs as far as she could and released her bladder. At first nothing came out so she decided to push. At first, a faint trickle, and then a slow stream. Then about a couple seconds later she was in full stream. The relief that rushed over her was orgasmic as all she desired was to touch herself, but she managed to contain herself.
The stream itself was readily absorbed into the seat below her as it continued to pour into her panties and yoga pants. As her trickle started to slow, Sara sat back in her saturated seat in complete ecstasy and embarrassment. She had just wet herself on a plane, but didn’t feel completely awful about it.
Anytime within the next 3 hours she had to go pee, she would just let go in her seat, every time spreading her legs to let her boyfriend watch. As the flight landed and they made their way out, her boyfriend whispered to her: “thank goodness you wore black leggings today right?”
She replied to him, “yeah, but I think we need more precautions. Do you know where the nearest store with diapers are?”
Thanks for reading! I’m going to be returning to some of my series type stories soon enough, but I wanted to write a nice and simple omo story for my enjoyment. Hopefully it is reciprocated by you guys 😄 |
Jill heaved a heavy sigh. Today just was not her day. The clock on the wall had ticked well past three, when she meant to leave, then five, and was swiftly moving past seven, yet there she was still sitting at her desk.
The moment the final bell rang, Jill decided that she needed to work on grading the papers she had been trying to get to all day. She had tried to work on the week-old tests earlier, but her usually behaved class had been practically bouncing off the walls. It was as if the very air of the old building had suddenly been infused with sugar and created hyperactive little monsters. Most days she didn’t mind as she was a teacher and loved children, but all she wanted to do was catch up on her work. Alas, it was not meant to be
Jill sat at her desk, head propped up on one hand with the other tap, tap, tapping her pen against the wooden top as she thought about her day. It had started almost immediately as she had been running late. She had spilled her meticulously made iced coffee all over herself at home and was forced to head to a local café to buy a replacement. Unfortunately for her she seemed to have found herself stuck behind an old couple who needed to ask questions about the entire menu.
After what felt like ages, Jill was finally able to order and take her vanilla chai latte to go and rush to her classroom after swiping in. She had barely enough time to gather loose ends in the room and put up that morning’s assignment on the board before her students arrived. Though she wasn’t entirely caffeinated just yet, Jill put on a beaming smile and started her day.
She wished it had moved faster than it did.
It felt like her days were three times as long when her students decided to act out. Little Robert found himself in a squabble with Vanessa who was screaming at Jack for who knows what reason. One of her other students had an accident in the corner of the room and somehow managed to slink off without her noticing. It wasn’t until one of the other little girls let out a shriek that Jill was alerted that there had been a problem. Exhausted by everything, Jill popped into the room next door to ask her colleague Mike if he would be interested in letting their two classes mingle for a while so she could clean. To her relief, Mike obliged and took over her class as well as his own for a bit.
All Jill could think of as she cleaned the offending puddle from the floor that if she wanted to deal with that, she would have worked in kindergarten. As the day progressed, she figured in the end it didn’t matter as her kids had eventually worn themselves out. She made it through another day, she supposed.
Her musings were interrupted by a sharp rap at the edge of her classrooms door and Jill looked up to see Mike giving her a knowing grin.
“Jill, it’s time to pack up. It’s late. Go home. Just take the papers with you,” Mike said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame.
Jill dropped her pen on her desk and leaned back in her chair with a groan, pressing the palms of her hands into her eye sockets.
“I suppose you’re right,” Jill replied with a moan. “It’s been such a long day.”
“Tell me about it,” Mike said, shaking his head. “I swear it’s like a storm blew through my classroom. Were your kids any better? They were great with me.”
“Of course they were great with you! They weren’t trying to torture me anymore!”
“Oh, please. They love you. They would never torture you. Mine certainly don’t.”
Jill pulled her hands away from her face and looked Mike up and down. “Well, you certainly don’t look any better than me. What was that about your kids not torturing you?”
“Touché,” Mike chuckled. “Seriously though, get out of here. I’m heading out myself.”
“Maybe that’s not a bad idea,” Jill replied after a pause. “Think I just want to get home. Maybe I’ll somehow get the rest of these done.”
“That’s the spirit,” Mike said as he watched Jill stand up and start to gather her things. “Want me to wait for you?”
“No, it’s all right,” Jill answered as she stuffed the remaining ungraded tests into her bag. “I’ll be right behind you. Just need to use the restroom first to try and freshen up a bit.”
“All right, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“See you tomorrow.”
As Jill made her way to leave her classroom, she felt a funny little twinge in her bladder and squirmed slightly.
Hmm, she thought to herself as she shifted her bag on her shoulder and cast her eyes downward as she walked, trying to focus on something else. I know I didn’t have much time today and didn’t really leave the room, but I didn’t think I had to go this badly.
Jill paused where she was, crossing her legs for a moment before realizing where she was. Her head snapped up to see where Mike was, but to her relief he had nearly rounded the corner of the hallway already to leave. Jill immediately made her way in the opposite direction of the exit and towards the nearest bathrooms. She felt sheer relief the closer she made her way to the strangely child-sized bathroom, but to her horror found that the custodians were cleaning them.
After the absolute horror of the bathrooms being closed wore off, Jill gave a slight shrug of her shoulder. If she had made it that far, she could hold a little bit longer. It wasn’t as though her home was that far away and she was a grown woman. She could make it home. With a shaky breath, Jill swiftly turned around and walked briskly towards the exit. Once outside, Jill nearly made a mad dash to the parking garage across the street to get to her car. However, she was an upstanding woman and wouldn’t dare walk any faster than she needed.
As Jill made her way towards the parking garage, she couldn’t help but peer up at the sky and notice that the dark clouds looming high in the sky. Perhaps the storm Mike had mentioned going through his classroom was trying to make itself real. She giggled to herself at the idea of the children creating a figurative tornado in his classroom, deciding the very idea was ludicrous. It was fun to imagine, but the idea of it being possible was too much for her to ever believe.
That is until she felt a drop of rain land on her.
Immediately after the first drop of rain fell, another decided to join it. Then another and another until finally it started to rain.
Though Jill prided herself on being nothing less than proper while within the confines and view of the school, she let out a very undignified squeak and started to run towards the dry garage. She couldn’t get to her car quick enough and the moment she sat down and settled herself in her seat watching the rain from the safety of her car, she was reminded of her pressing need that was becoming more urgent than she expected.
Not wanting to waste another moment, Jill started her car and felt her face start to twist with a sudden sneeze. Being very experienced with her sneezes, Jill quickly slammed a hand in between her legs and against her crotch and braced as she sneezed. To her complete relief, she found herself still dry.
That would have been embarrassing, Jill thought with a nervous giggle. She very carefully started to pull out of the garage, more than happy to be on her way home. But as she got on the road, she found that she could barely see the car in front of her as the rain picked up its intensity.
Slightly worried, Jill sat up straighter and leaned forward in her seat, ignoring the press of the seatbelt against her aching bladder. She wasn’t fond of driving in bad weather and the rain was only coming down harder and harder, flooding the street in front of her. As if it appeared out of nowhere, a car came barreling down the opposite side of the road, startling Jill and causing her to jump. The car on the other side of the road didn’t have its lights on, startling her out of her focus. With her concentration broken, she became far more aware of how full her bladder actually felt.
Jill smashed her hand against the horn of her car in frustration, cursing at the other driver and questioning why they wouldn’t use their lights. The sky was dark, and she was struggling to see even with her lights on. How did the other person expect others to notice them? Jill found herself becoming more and more frustrated as she drove. She couldn’t go fast as it was with how terrible the weather was, but she nearly had her legs crossed as she drove. She was becoming more and more desperate and for the first time that night, Jill was starting to doubt that she would make it home. The longer she drove, the more she tried to think of whatever she could do to try and keep herself from having an accident. Her ideas ranged from trying to find a coffee cup in her car to just pulling to the side of the road, but she didn’t want to get wet from the rain.
I don’t want to wet myself either, Jill thought bitterly to herself as she continued driving.
Luckily the rain started to let up the closer she got to home. She nearly let out a cheer of delight when she started to turn towards her street, but that joy was short-lived as her car bounced up and down with a loud BANG!
Jill had to squeeze her legs together with all her might to keep herself from losing control. Her bladder (and herself) didn’t particularly enjoy being jostled by one of the holes she tried to avoid at all costs on a normal day but had completely missed with the flooded roads. Jill let out a quiet moan and shifted in her seat. She would have to focus even more on the last leg of her drive to keep herself from hitting any of the other holes.
With equal parts relief and annoyance, the rain had all but cleared up by the time Jill had parked in her driveway. She hurriedly jumped out of her car, grabbing her bag by the strap and dashed towards her front door. Jill was fully aware that if anyone peered out their windows, she had to look like a small child as she was practically hopping from foot to foot as she tried to open the door.
Jill fumbled anxiously with her keys, groaning at how it felt like the door’s key didn’t want to fit, and she let out a cry of victory as the door gave a satisfying click. She threw the door open, tossed her bag onto the kitchen table, kicked off her shoes, and rushed upstairs to her bathroom.
As Jill started to make her ascent up the stairs, she had to clamp down hard as she felt a small amount of pee leak into her underwear. She nearly doubled over from nerves, and even though she was alone, she felt a blush creep up her cheeks. Jill let out a shaky sigh. It was clear to her that she was very quickly running out of time, and it was the most desperate she’d ever felt since she was much younger. Much to her surprise, half bent over on her stairs, Jill felt an entirely different feeling start to make itself known. But Jill didn’t dare to give herself the time to stop and think much further on the feeling as she anxiously restarted her journey to her bathroom.
The very moment Jill entered her bathroom, her need to pee seemed to increase ten-fold, yet she found herself stopping to stare at herself in her full-length mirror. She watched almost in fascination as she seemed to dance on her admittedly two left feet with her hands jammed in her crotch. Jill suddenly found her thoughts moving back towards earlier that day and to her surprise she found herself wondering what it would feel like to just go. She stared harder at her reflection, taking in her somewhat long brown hair that had fallen out of its bun, her purple cardigan, light blue jeans, and childishly happy socks that she had received from one of her students on her birthday. The feelings she felt were new and she wasn’t sure what to make of them.
As quickly as the new thoughts came, a wave of childishness mixed with naughtiness threw itself to the forefront of her brain. Here she was, an adult woman doing a potty dance like a small child, nearly about to pee herself. Could she really do it?
Jill snapped out of her haze suddenly as a new pang of desperation coursed through her veins. She made a valiant effort of pushing the thoughts away and started to turn away towards her toilet, but the thoughts returned and much stronger. Against everything Jill was trying to avoid, she let herself relax for a moment.
At first, nothing happened and Jill’s brow furrowed in her reflection as she watched herself. Almost disappointed, Jill started to pull her gaze away but a soft gasp of surprise escaped her lips and her eyes were fixated on her mirror.
In seemingly slow motion, Jill felt warmth fill her panties, warming her crotch, but in the mirror, she could see a stain slowly forming. Her light blue jeans slowly darkened at the base of her crotch and then quickly grew as she felt the warmth coming from her rushing down in rivulets down her legs, soaking her jeans in the process. A faint hissing noise filled her ears as she watched the patterns going down her legs. She squirmed slightly when that warmth made its way to her socks and she looked down to see a puddle spreading underneath her.
The very moment her stream tapered off, Jill suddenly snapped out of her trance and back to reality. Her cheeks flushed a bright red and she felt mortified by what she had done.
Jill had no idea what had come over her. She had just peed herself as a grown adult and was thoroughly embarrassed by it, but she was confused because she was also fascinated. The childish and naughty feelings that had come out of nowhere hadn’t quite left, and she couldn’t help but feel a little turned on by what she had done.
With a noise that she couldn’t describe, Jill brushed the feelings aside and quickly stripped herself out of her clothes and hopped in the shower. As the warm water rushed over her, Jill promised herself that she wouldn’t never let herself have a repeat of what just happened. But yet in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if it did.
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a/n: hi! Feeling super shy posting this, but thought I would give it a try. Hope you like it~ |
a/n: Hi~ Decided that I was going to add more to this because it’s just too fun! I think the formatting is okay? For some reason it kept changing the font color every single time I tried to add this second part - sad! It looks okay to me though. All the same, enjoy~
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Chapter Two: A Repeat Offense
Jill shook her head to clear her thoughts. Her class was being quiet for once and her students were busy working on a math test and required little supervision. She of course had to make sure that they weren’t cheating, but test days always made her a bit bored. If she wasn’t keeping herself occupied, her mind was prone to wandering in every direction possible. That day was no exception. It didn’t matter that the weekend was quickly approaching as she made sure to schedule her tests on Fridays, her mind was completely elsewhere.
In the weeks following her accident – that’s what it was, right? – Jill tried very hard to keep her new provocative thoughts out of her mind. In fact, she preferred to pretend that her accident never happened at all, but it felt like almost every little thing that crossed her path seemed to remind her of what had occurred.
It was in the little things, such as a seemingly innocuous ad on the television or a billboard on the side of the road. She couldn’t quite explain her thoughts and feelings that would be aroused. Jill had to admit to herself she had an almost longing just to try things again. As much as she tried to ignore the nagging thoughts in her brain, she couldn’t get rid of them.
From the corner of her eye, Jill saw a half-raised hand and with a mental shrug, Jill shook her thoughts from her head.
“Yes, Jason?” Jill asked calmly, putting on a kind and knowing smile. “What is your question? You know I won’t give out any answers even if you ask.”
“How much time do we have left, Miss Bennett?” Jason asked while rubbing his nose roughly with the palm of his hand. Jill suppressed a grimace at the action, worried Jason would nearly poke his eye out with his pencil. Still, she glanced up at the clock at the back of the room.
“You have twenty more minutes,” Jill replied, sighing inwardly as Jason stood up to announce to the class just how much time they had left. As if he was the town crier of their classroom, Jason smacked his hand on his desk multiple times, disrupting the quiet.
“Twenty more minutes!” Jason shouted out. “Twenty more minutes! Those with extra time get an extra twenty minutes! The rest are free to relax until the bell!” After his proud proclamation, Jason turned back to Jill with a massive smile and sat down back in his chair and continued on with his test as if nothing happened. Jill wished that it didn’t.
To her relief, her students finished their tests well on time with Mari taking some extra time to finish with some gentle coaching. The girl suffered with dyslexia and Jill couldn’t help but think that someone should give her some additional assistance outside of the classroom, but Jill did what she could. Mari was a spirited young girl and didn’t let her dyslexia hold her back. If Jill could spend her entire day with Mari to help her, she would, but she was unable to spend her entire lessons helping just a single person. Luckily the rest of her students were quick to lend a hand where they could.
Like clockwork, Mike popped his head through the door of her classroom as the school day ended. Jill couldn’t help but suspect that the young man had a crush on her.
“Hey, Jill,” Mike said brightly. “How were your little rascals today? Mine were absolute terrors.” He blew out a sigh, shaking his head and shoving his hands into his pockets as he leaned against the door frame. “They just wouldn’t shut up no matter what I did.”
“Mine were calm,” Jill replied with a shrug. “Far calmer than what they were a few weeks ago. I know it has nothing to do with anything, but I still can’t believe that storm we had.” The moment the words left her lips, Jill felt her cheeks flush slightly and a familiar heat pool in her belly at the reminder of that particular day.
“Well, I’m glad at least someone’s kids know how to behave,” Mike chuckled. He ran a hand through his hair, looking between Jill and the direction of the exit of the school. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder with a slight shrug. “Hey, uhm, I really need to get out and have a drink today. Did you want to come join me?”
Oh God¸ Jill thought to herself. He really does have a crush on me! She had to think quickly on her feet and gave Mike a sad smile in response.
“I’m really sorry, but no,” Jill said. “I really need to tend to my garden, and I’ve had just about no time to do it. It desperately needs some watering with how hot it’s been lately, and I have some new plants that need to be potted.”
It’s not a lie, Jill thought. And it truly wasn’t. Her plants did need a good watering with the odd heatwave that had arrived after the storm. The usually green leaves of her plants had started to yellow in the baking sun and she wasn’t fortunate enough to have a sprinkler system, so a good old fashioned hosing down was required.
“Oh,” Mike said in surprise. “Uhm, well, maybe another day then?” Mike added hesitantly. He slowly started to back out of the room, trying to look okay with Jill’s rejection. “See you after the weekend, I suppose, Jill.”
“See you Monday, Mike,” Jill said, grabbing her things and heading towards the exit.
Jill sighed as she drove to the garden center. If she was actually working in the garden, she would manage to finish everything that she needed to do. Jill ran through a mental checklist of each task she needed to do but found herself distracted and squirmed slightly in her seat. She had a slight need to pee, but she wasn’t too bothered by it; just aware. If the need became worse, she could go in the garden center.
She arrived quickly at the garden center and grabbed a cart. Not wanting to delay, Jill made her way towards the closest bathroom, but the feelings she had been trying to ignore the past few weeks returned full force.
Maybe holding it a little will stop the feelings, Jill reasoned with herself. Besides, it wasn’t as thought she needed to go that bad, right? Nothing would come out of it.
Not wanting to waste much time in the garden center, Jill quickly located some new pots for her plants and the required dirt and seeds she needed. She felt as though she had been working on her garden for ages, and she couldn’t help but vent to the cashier about it.
“I saw this really sweet design on Pinterest,” Jill replied wistfully. “Full of rocks and brick and the whatnot. I thought it would look beautiful with the marigolds I purchased, but it’s turning into something way bigger.”
“Well, Pinterest has a way of doing that,” the cashier said with a laugh. “Do you mind if I make some recommendations?”
“Please, do,” Jill answered gratefully. Any little help she could get, she would take.
As the cashier prattled on about their ideas for gardens, some of which didn’t even make sense, Jill couldn’t help but softly squeeze her thighs together. She didn’t have to go too terribly, but normally she would have found a bathroom. However, she really wanted to get started on her work in the garden instead. Just as her thought finished, the cashier wished her a good day and with her original purchases and new additions in tow, Jill loaded her car and made her way back home. It was fortunate that the garden center was on her way home and the remainder of her trip was a quick five minutes. She didn’t have to drive to the middle of nowhere to get the things that she needed and even though it was a chore she wasn’t planning on doing, at least she was home fast.
Jill parked her car in her driveway and stretched her arms high over her head. She was going to need all of her strength to haul the several bags of dirt she had purchased into her garden. Not wanting to have to deal with the dirt, Jill opened the trunk of her car and stared at the heavy bags with her hands on her hips. Perhaps getting a drink with Mike might have been a better idea, but the moment the thought crossed her mind she shook her head. It most definitely wasn’t a good idea.
With a slight oof! Jill lifted one of the soil bags from her trunk. The moment the bag was in her arms, she was surprised by a sudden wave of desperation. Having no hands to hold onto herself, she crossed her legs quickly and clamped down hard. It seemed to work well enough as the wave passed, though it left behind a pressing need that she couldn’t take care of just yet. But what was worse was the slow creeping in of arousal that she felt.
“Ugh!” Jill said out loud. “What is wrong with me?”
Realizing she was dawdling for far too long in her driveway, Jill quickly unloaded her car, bringing everything to the backyard and dropping her purchases where she needed them. She wasn’t entirely fond of gardening, not that Mike needed to know, and wanted to get her projects done quickly. If she managed to finish, she planned to take a well-deserved bath after, perhaps with a very nice dinner with wine. She felt that it was the least that she could have, especially after subjecting herself to the torture of working in her backyard.
It was rare for Jill to not change out of her work clothes after school, but she wanted nothing more than to get everything done. She really didn’t want to have to work in the garden longer than she needed to. Jill cursed herself as she got dirt down the front of her blouse, but cursed herself even more when she felt her need to pee increasing. If she had gone inside to change, she could have just gone to the bathroom, but didn’t want to take the extra time to do so. She had to cross her legs a couple of times to keep herself from letting go and was getting annoyed that it was making her work take even longer. Though she needed to pee, she hated gardening much more and wanted to get things done.
Suddenly, as if a little devil popped itself on her shoulder and started speaking to her, a small voice in her head spoke up.
You could just pee yourself here, you know. No one would know.
Jill’s face burned at the thought and her belly burned with heat. She looked around her garden, suspicious that someone else hadn’t spoken to her. The voice in the back of her mind didn’t sound like her own, but as expected, no one was there. She lived in a stand-alone home and her garden was enclosed by carefully curated hedges with well-maintained fences.
Without thinking, Jill unconsciously started to spread her legs a little in anticipation. She couldn’t believe it – she was really going to do it again!
The same, oddly familiar feeling of naughtiness practically thrust itself upon her. She felt almost childlike. With her mind entirely made up, Jill softly tried to push and let her bladder relax, but nothing happened. She tensed up with the anticipation and let out a soft groan of frustration.
“Okay, Jill, deep breath,” she muttered to herself. Jill took in a breath and let it out slowly and as she relaxed on her exhale, she suddenly felt her panties grow warm. At the somehow unexpected feeling, Jill felt herself clam up.
What am I doing?! Jill practically screamed at herself in her thoughts. She quickly crossed her legs and slammed her hands into her crotch to try and stop the flow. She felt her hands getting damp, but with an ultimate effort, she managed to stop peeing.
Not wanting to take any chances, Jill hurried up the stairs to her bathroom to inspect what she had done and so that she could finish peeing.
The moment she stepped foot into her bathroom and stood in front of her mirror, Jill couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed giggle. She really looked and felt terribly childish with the dark stain in the crotch of her light grey slacks and the feeling of cooled, wet fabric clinging to her private parts. She sighed knowing that her pants were ruined and were in a need of a wash. There was no point in trying to save them from their current situation and as if someone was taking over her thoughts once more, she decided she might as well just finish where she was.
She felt a shiver run down her spine and a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with her current predicament. Almost subconsciously, before she had fully made the decision, Jill let out a slow breath and pushed gently. This time it took almost no effort at all for her to start peeing, and she let out a soft moan as she completely lost all control.
Just like the first time, she watched in fascination as her crotch grew wetter and she felt trails of warmth race down her legs and into her socks and shoes. She bent slightly at her knees and felt her butt growing warm as her stream rushed towards the back of her legs creating the same pooling warmth there. As the warmth shifted, Jill started to come to her senses and clasped her hands over her mouth as she took stock of herself.
Here she was, a 27-year-old elementary school teacher, standing in a puddle of her own creation. She was positively soaked, and she felt the wet fabric of her pants clinging to her legs. As she took a tentative step out of the yellow puddle on her bathroom floor, she could hear the squelch of her shoes.
Quickly, Jill stripped out of her offending clothing; her shoes, socks, panties, and pants all now desperately needing to be placed in the laundry, and hurried under the shower. She had never felt so mortified in her life.
This was the second time that month that she had wet herself. She was ridiculously turned on, but she was still confused. Did she want to try even more? Or did she want to renew her vow of never doing such a thing again. As Jill stood under the warm water of her shower, she really wasn’t sure.
Edited July 29, 2022 by SelenaFox
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a/n: hi, it’s me again~ Here’s a third part of Jill’s little adventures!
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Chapter Three: A Grown Woman?
Jill was having a wonderful time. She was having a very well-deserved weekend, and she was having a great time with some of her old friends. They were sitting at Starbucks and nursing very large drinks to try and get some relief from the heat outside. It was lucky that they were even able to find seating indoors as it seemed a lot of others had the same idea. No one wanted to deal with the heat.
With a quiet hum to herself, Jill softly squeezed her legs together. It wasn’t that bad, but she had to pee a little bit.
“Hey, Jill, did you want another coffee?” asked Jill’s friend Liz. “It’s getting kind of late, and I know if you leave any later, traffic will be murderous.”
“Uhm, I don’t think so,” Jill started to say, but at the pleading looks from both Liz and Lindsey, she relented. “Okay,” Jill said with an over exaggerated and dramatic sigh, “One more! And that’s it! After that I really have to head home.”
The trio happily ordered their drinks and their conversation returned to the easy flow that Jill was used to within her little group. At least, that was until Lindsey turned her way with a mischievous grin.
“So, Jill,” Lindsey said slowly, waggling her eyebrows, “anything actually happening in your love life?”
Jill let out a very heavy sigh at Lindsey’s question.
“Well, you’re not going to believe this,” Jill said, taking a sip of her iced coffee and leaning slightly forward in her seat. “So, one of the teachers where I work – the guy in the room next to me? Pretty sure I think he has a crush on me. He asked me out a few weeks ago.”
“Oh, help me,” Liz responded with a groan. “Please at least say he’s your age otherwise that’s gross.”
“Yeah, he is,” Jill replied. “But he’s really not my type,” she added carefully, cursing inwardly at the blush that was quickly becoming apparent on her cheeks.
“Yeah, yeah, we know,” Lindsey said with a sigh. “You’re pretty hard to lock down.”
“At least you’ve got things figured out, I think,” Jill shrugged, glancing pointedly over at Liz. “We both know little Elizabeth here still hasn’t figured anything out.”
“Jesus, Liz,” Lindsey said, snorting at Liz’s indignant shout. “After 10 years you really ought to have your shit figured out.” A smile crept on Lindsey’s lips as Liz started to complain loudly. They all loved each other, but Lindsey and Jill had to admit that Liz was hopelessly clueless even on her best days.
Jill listened as Lindsey and Liz went at each other and tried to casually and sneakily squeeze her thighs together again. The iced coffee she just had to drink was practically running through her as if it went straight into her mouth and directly to her bladder. Moments later, a lull fell in the conversation. Liz fell silent trying to figure out what exactly Lindsey’s last comment meant, and Jill was half-distracted by herself and by trying to figure out what half their conversation had turned into. The silence didn’t last long however, as Lindsey couldn’t stand for there to be silence.
“So, get this,” Lindsey said, taking a long drink of her iced tea. “A few weeks ago, I went to the beach with my boyfriend. We went in my car, and it was so hot we just immediately went into the water. We had a great time because the water was absolutely amazing, though the waves were a little high, but that was fun.” Jill grinned at Lindsey’s animated story-telling, arms flailing and voice lifting in pitch with her excitement. “But now, we’re at the best part.” Lindsey immediately grew solemn, her face grave and serious. “When we got back to the car, I asked Johnny, ‘Did you grab some towels?’ And the look he gave me – oh, dear Lord. And he’s like, ‘I thought you would have some in your car.’ Like, I am absolutely serious with this. How did he come up with that one? Who the hell just has them in their car like that anyway? I mean, logically speaking, if you’re going to the beach, you bring towels!”
Both Jill and Liz were unable to contain their laughter at the expression on Lindsey’s face. Or at least Liz was unable to stop her laughter. Jill just felt awkward and embarrassed and laughed just to fit in and trying not to draw notice to herself. She was afraid that the two would somehow be able to read her thoughts and that her face was suddenly a red glowing beacon because she had added exactly that into her car that morning – towels. Luckily, Jill was saved by Liz who all but jumped up and said that it was time to go, but she had to stop at the restroom as all of the drinks she had really made her have to pee. Jill had no issues with taking the chance to leave herself.
“I’ll be going straight back to my car. I think if I am quick, I might be able to beat out the traffic,” Jill said with a hopeful smile. She more than willingly accepted hugs from Lindsey and Liz before she was practically shoved out of Starbucks with wishes of good luck for a quick trip back home.
Once she was out of Starbucks, Jill let her thoughts begin to wander. She was still in disbelief of what her plans were, but she had thought it out well, she reckoned.
Jill knew that the last stop with her friends would be Starbucks and she knew that the traffic would most likely be bad and that there would be traffic jams. She had made sure to grab a few towels, and more importantly, plastic bags to put in her car. She would try to do a little bit of holding to quell the nagging feeling again, but she wasn’t stupid. Jill refused to leave the house without some sort of protection for her car seat.
As Jill approached her car, the first thing she was was open the back doors and taking a look at the beach towels and plastic bags she had stored. She decided to pass on the towel for the time being, but grabbed the bags, placing one on her floor and the other on her car seat. With these simple preparations in place, Jill quickly looked around and was relieved that no one was around to notice her. Although, if someone did, she already had the terrible excuse that her jeans were leaving dye everywhere because they were new and she didn’t want to stain her seats. With no one there to have to give an explanation to, Jill quickly hopped into her car. She had to shift in her seat a few times, her face twisting slightly at the crinkle of the plastic bag under her bottom, and was only half-surprised by the now familiar feelings of naughtiness washing over her. Jill quickly pushed the feelings aside. She would make it back fine to her house, but a part of her kind of wished that she didn’t.
Desperately trying to squash that part of her mind, Jill put the car into reverse, navigated carefully out of her spot, and drove out of the parking garage.
The very moment she merged into city traffic, Jill realized that traffic was a lot worse than she thought. She was constantly running into red lights and it felt like she kept hitting mini traffic jams left and right. She was even forced to sit through light cycles several times. Jill couldn’t stand city driving in the slightest, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when she managed to finally get on the highway back home.
Jill felt much more content on the highway, driving at a reasonable speed and passing through more familiar suburbs. But seeing such comfortable views made her relax and her need to pee struck hard. She had to squeeze her thighs together with all of her might to try and keep herself from leaking. Jill breathed hard through the wave of need that passed through and with no longer needing to be hyper focused on driving, she was far more aware of how much she needed to go. Fortunately for her, the traffic she had been driving with eased up the further away from the city she went.
However, her need to pee was increasing and squeezing her thighs just didn’t seem to be enough. As a new wave came over her, Jill decided to toss cruise control on and cross her legs, wincing at the plastic crinkling under her butt as she shifted and squirmed. The discomfort over the noise disappeared quickly as she found herself thinking that she could just go right there and it would be over, but with a groan, Jill cast the thought aside. She knew that she got herself in trouble by not going before leaving, but she would finally have to start acting like a grown up. She wasn’t meant to have accidents at the age of 27, because that’s what they were – accidents. Right? Just accidents.
But she couldn’t deny the thoughts and niggling voice and feelings that wouldn’t leave her head.
At least she was getting closer to home. She only had a few more miles left. The moment she hit the off-ramp, she would only have ten more minutes left and then she would be home. That was until she saw the red lights of the cars in front of her coming closer and barely moving at all, and Jill had to brake hard.
Jill groaned as she felt her seatbelt tighten and press on her bladder. She felt the smallest bit of warmth against her privates and Jill quickly slammed a hand in her crotch to keep herself from leaking.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Jill whispered to herself as the traffic in front of her slowed to a complete crawl, and with complete horror, Jill realized that she was stuck in a traffic jam.
With the sudden realization that she wasn’t going to be moving very fast or any time soon, her need to pee seemed to increase exponentially. The next five minutes that passed by were agonizing as Jill was squirming in her seat, as tense as she could possibly be. She felt sweaty, her back was hurting, and above all, she had to pee badly, but traffic wasn’t moving. As far as she knew, there had to have been an accident to make traffic move so slowly. If she could get past it soon, she would be nearly home.
Suddenly, Jill felt another strong wave of need course through her. She jammed her hand back into her crotch, crossed her legs over each other, and bore down with all of her might. As the wave grew worse, she started to breathe more heavily and shakily. As if entirely out of her control, Jill felt herself relax and she felt the smallest jet of hot pee shoot out, soaking her panties. Jill very quickly managed to clamp up again as she stiffened completely in alarm. She dared to look down at her jeans that were thankfully still dry, but Jill didn’t dare let out a sigh of relief. She wasn’t completely safe yet.
Jill had to slam down hard on her brakes again as the cars in front and around her came to a complete standstill. No sooner had her car stopped when she felt another gush of pee leak out of her, leaving a wet spot the size of a tennis ball on her crotch. She couldn’t help but whisper to herself in disbelief.
“Oh my god, I’m peeing,” Jill lamented. “I am going to pee myself.”
She felt a third leak escape, increasing the wet patch in her crotch, and she felt her pee flowing down her butt. The third leak was quickly followed by a fourth, and then Jill was peeing uncontrollably as she lost all ability to hold. Jill could only watch, mesmerized, as she felt her pee pool up under her butt and her lower back. She saw it rising in her lap and filling her seat before cascading over the edge, wetting the back of her legs as it flowed down. Jill couldn’t stop the moan of relief leaving her lips as the pressure on her bladder disappeared and her muscles could finally relax.
A part of her was glad that the bags protected most of her seat, but suddenly, like it always did, reality kicked in hard. Jill took a look around her, taking in her situation. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she realized she was sitting there completely drenched in a puddle of her own urine in the middle of traffic surrounded by other cars. Luckily no one seemed interested in looking around, leaving her to her embarrassment on her own, and very slowly, traffic started to move again.
As Jill drove home, she found herself paying attention to everything else. She felt her pants start to cool off and cling to her privates and legs. Jill paid attention to the small pool of pee she was sitting in that seemed to splash around a little if she dared to move, and she was most definitely smelling it now. With that realization, all the feelings she desperately tried to block out since she had first peed herself broke through.
She felt so small, and yet naughty, like a small child in the back of a car fully aware that what they had done was wrong, but still feeling silently pleased over it. Here Jill was, a grown adult, sitting in a pool of her own creation, and she felt both mortified and delighted, and those feelings confused her to no end.
The very moment she managed to park her car at home, she rushed into the house with a furious blush on her cheeks. She practically launched herself into her bathroom to get in the shower to clean herself, but stopped for a moment in front of her mirror to check her reflection..
Jill had to admit that the front of her looked fairly okay, at least she guessed that she did. There was still a large patch of wetness in her crotch area, but she had been stuck in traffic long enough for a lot to dry, or at least she thought that until she turned around. She couldn’t stop her gasp as she realized the back of her pants were absolutely soaked and the hem of her shirt hadn’t managed to escape.
With her self inspection undeniably complete, Jill quickly pulled off her shirt and wrinkled her nose as she smelled the urine that it had practically bathed in. She practically wrestled off her cold and incredibly clingy jeans off of herself. Afterwards, Jill couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. She felt less like an adult woman and far more like a little girl because grown adult women didn’t have accidents and certainly didn’t find themselves in completely soaked panties.
As she stepped into the shower, she decided to leave her panties on to at least try and rinse them a little. However, she still needed to pee just a little bit.
Oh, what the hell, Jill thought to herself. They are already drenched, so it doesn’t matter. And with that thought crossing her mind, Jill immediately let go and felt her panties warm up once more as trails of hot pee ran down her legs. She watched as it formed a small river towards the drain before she stepped under the shower head and let everything be washed away.
As Jill’s fingers ran through her hair as she shampooed it, she realized that she had to do some soul searching. She still wasn’t sure if she should just roll with her newfound feelings or check herself into the nearest shrink to find out what was going on. In the end, only time would tell. |
a/n: Back again with another bit~ Went a little in a different direction this time 😛
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Chapter Four: A Bit of a Letdown
Jill sighed as she rested her head on her head. She wasn’t sure if she was having fun, or if she was dreadfully bored. It was a Friday night and Mike had all but cornered her in her classroom again, asking if she wanted to join him for a drink. She didn’t really want to, but since she couldn’t find an excuse not to, she decided it might be a good idea for her to just go and maybe have some fun. The bar was good enough, she supposed. There was a nice group of people there and the music wasn’t too loud. She couldn’t imagine that she would’ve found an ounce of enjoyment if the bar was as loud as a concert with overly rowdy people.
“So,” Mike started slowly, “what do you think of the place? Not bad, huh? I come here fairly often?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty decent,” Jill answered with a shrug. “I just don’t come to places like this often.”
“Ah, I see,” Mike laughed. “Maybe I just need to educate you,” he added, laughing at what Jill imagined he thought was a clever quip. She didn’t find it that funny at all.
“Do you often bring friends here?” Jill asked, curious to know what Mike had to say. She didn’t think that the bar they were in was particularly a “friend” location. They were surrounded by couples and it was making Jill question what Mike’s plans were. She watched as Mike looked around and he gave a slight shrug.
“Eh, not really,” Mike said. “I mean, I’ve brought a few of my mates, but not a lot of girls,” he added, trying to subtly lean in towards Jill. “Hey, want to get another drink? Maybe something a little stronger? It’s the weekend after all, you should enjoy it.”
“I’ll do another Coke Zero, but definitely no alcohol for me. I still need to drive home, remember?”
“Oh, yeah, of course. I’ll be right back. Don’t run, okay?” Mike gave Jill a beaming smile before running off in the direction of the bar.
“Yeah, of course not,” Jill muttered under her breath, giving Mike a small smile when he turned back to look at her. “Wish I could though,” she added to herself. She wasn’t on her first drink, but she was hoping the next one would be her last. Her bladder was beginning to take notice of how much she was drinking and had alerted her to that fact, but Mike had given her zero chance to leave and relieve herself. Jill wasn’t given much time to lament as Mike returned with another massive Coke and a beer for himself.
“I see you didn’t run for it,” Mike laughed. “That’s a positive.”
“Yeah, no, I’m all right,” Jill replied, accepting her Coke from Mike and taking a sip just to distract herself for a moment.
“So, I have a question for you,” Mike said. “How did a hottie like you wind up getting into teaching?”
Jill peered at Mike over the top of her glass completely flabbergasted. He had the subtlety of a brick. If she hadn’t been questioning his thoughts before, she was certainly questioning them now.
“Uhm, excuse me?” Jill asked, confused. “What do you mean by that?”
Mike frowned at Jill’s response, running a hand through his hair as he seemed to debate on whether or not he had offended Jill or if she just misheard. He seemed to settle on the latter and tried to play it off, scooching in closer to her as he repeated the question.
“How did you get into teaching?”
That’s better, Jill thought to herself.
“Well, that’s a good question,” Jill answered thoughtfully. “I used to absolutely hate kids, actually. When I was a teen, I couldn’t stand them and absolutely hated when anyone asked me to babysit. I genuinely couldn’t stand having to spend time or be near them at all. Drove me absolutely insane. I actually wanted to become a nurse, but when my mom reminded me that I’m deathly afraid of needles, I started to explore a little more. I was totally clueless on what to do.
It wasn’t until I was talking to my guidance counselor one day and he was like, ‘Jill, has anyone ever told you about the wonders of teaching? What it’s like to become a huge part of raising small humans to become better people and give yourself a little bit to everyone that passes through your classroom?’ And I have to tell you, I completely bought it.”
Jill could tell that she was starting to get far more animated the more she spoke, but she didn’t care. Her story that led her into teaching was one of her favorite ones to tell.
“Like, he told me about the brilliant days where you manage to help someone and make a difference. And he told me about the less than great days where they refuse to listen or when something bad happens. Even though the idea of bad days scared me, I realized that I didn’t want to do anything else. The idea of shaping an entire generation seemed incredible to me, and so I kept up with my studies, did my internships and loved every bit of it, and I still love it to this day.”
“Oh, wow,” Mike said with a whistle. “That’s pretty deep. That’s also way different than my story.”
Jill listened to Mike tell his story, which was definitely far different than hers. Mike had apparently always wanted to be a teacher, inspired by an old history teacher that had captured his attention. She was trying hard to focus on Mike’s story, wanting to at least be somewhat attentive, but found her mind beginning to wander. Jill carefully crossed her legs. Her need to pee was steadily increasing, and she felt herself feeling mischievous. She wondered how Mike would react if she peed herself right then and there. Could she even do it in a crowded area? She bet after that she could certainly go home with no questions asked.
Realizing her thoughts were drifting off to a place she didn’t want them to go to, she squashed the thoughts. It took her a moment to refocus and realize that Mike’s story had changed. He was talking about how nearly everyone in his family just so happened to be teachers, and he decided that maybe that was also a reason why it wouldn’t be a bad job to have.
“No, it’s certainly not that worst job, huh?” Jill asked with a laugh. She finished her Coke with a sigh, trying to figure out what to do when a silence fell between them. She supposed the best option was to be a little honest. “Hey, Mike? Do you mind if I head to the bathroom for a minute? I really need to pee.”
“Yeah, sure, fine by me,” Mike said quickly, waving Jill off. “I’ll be right here waiting.”
As Jill stood up, she realized just how badly she needed to pee. The thoughts of just letting go right there shot through her head. She could practically imagine the feelings of her pee running down her legs and spreading beneath her.
What the hell, Jill mentally interrupted herself. What’s wrong with you? Just go to the bathroom. Not wanting to give herself a moment to rethink the idea, Jill carefully made her way through the crowded bar and towards the bathroom. It was to her horror that she realized just how long the line to the bathroom was. That wasn’t going to help her in the least.
She took a minute to think about it, and decided that she would just wrap things up with Mike and then go home. She could more than happily pee in her own toilet and not have to wait probably three times as long on an outing that she didn’t particularly want to be on. Not only that, she was determined to not let her new thoughts win out. She refused to let that side of her out that night.
Jill started to tell herself in her mind exactly what she was going to say when she got back to Mike. She was almost grateful that the crowds were so dense so that she had time to think of what to say in a way that he wouldn’t protest too much. Jill was almost positive that she could leave the situation gracefully, and hoped that Mike wouldn’t complain. As she neared Mike, he tried to flash her a million watt smile.
“Feel better, Jill?” he asked. Jill tried to open her mouth to speak, but before she had the chance, Mike continued speaking. “Hey, it’s getting kind of crowded here. How about we head back to my place, or some pizza, and you can stay over. We can continue having a great night. How does that sound?”
“Uhm,” Jill said slowly. “No? Why would I go to your house? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.” Mike’s hand immediately went up to rub the back of his neck, a light flush creeping into his cheeks.
“Well, uhm, I suppose that was a bit forward,” Mike said with a nervous chuckle. “But uhm, here’s the thing.”
Oh boy, here it comes, Jill thought to herself, trying to keep herself from rolling her eyes. The cat is finally coming out of the bag.
“Well, here’s the thing, but uhm, I’ve kind of found that the more time we’ve spent together, even if it’s mostly been at work, that I really like you a lot.”
“Well, I like you, too,” Jill said gently, hoping that she appeared clueless to what Mike was trying to tell her. She really didn’t want to have to go into things. “You’re a great friend, Mike.”
“Well, here’s the thing, Jill,” Mike said, leaning towards her again, looking as if he was ready to proposition a business deal with her. “I think we both know that we’re a good match, and I really like you a lot more than just a friend. I was thinking that maybe we could consider this our first date, no?”
Jill felt her stomach drop. She knew that Mike was into her, but hadn’t prepared herself for the possibility of having to actually reject him. How was she going to manage to do it gently when he had such a bright and hopeful smile on his face?
“Uhm, Mike,” Jill started gently, “I genuinely like you, I really do, and I don’t really want to hurt you.” Jill subtly crossed her legs trying not to grimace. Having to pee made it really hard for her to focus, but she needed to get through the moment. “But you’re really not my type, if you know what I mean. I am so so sorry if you thought I liked you as more than just friends. I’m just not really attracted to you in that way, and I can’t be.”
Mike’s face immediately fell, and Jill could have sworn that he was nearly close to tears, but he still kept up a brave face.
“Well, shit,” Mike said, rubbing the back of his neck with both hands. His eyes went from Jill’s face to darting around the bar, not focusing on one single thing. “I must have come off as a complete asshole just now, damn. I just assumed…”
Jill had to admit that she felt awful at Mike’s reaction. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but she didn’t think that he was going to take it as hard as he did. It was already bad enough that Jill hated upsetting people for any reason at all.
“Okay,” Mike said, straightening up suddenly. “Before we go home, first promise me that there are going to be no awkward feelings. We’re just friends,” he offered. Jill was quick to accept, grateful that Mike wasn’t going to make things even more difficult. “Great. So, if you don’t mind me asking, what is your type? I know a few handsome men, you know.”
Jill groaned inwardly, realizing that Mike didn’t fully understand what she was trying to tell him. She was comfortable with herself, but hated having to out herself unnecessarily. What she did in her private life was kept mostly to herself or to whomever she felt like sharing it with, and she really didn’t want to have to tell Mike. It just seemed as if she had no choice as he was far more insistent than she thought he would be.
“Mike, I’m going to be honest here,” Jill said quietly, “but I’m not interested in your or your friends because I like women. I’m a lesbian.” Jill watched as Mike’s face shifted several times from shock, to confusion, and then wonder and she felt her face burn with embarrassment. “I really need to head home. See you.”
Jill quickly fled to her car, snatching her things from the table and rushing through the crowded bar. She had to pause for a brief moment in her escape to hold herself. She needed to pee badly.
Once in her car, Jill found herself debating on whether or not she should just go in her car again. She felt herself relax for just a moment when her thoughts came to a screeching halt. She couldn’t do that again in her car – she had absolutely no protection and she had just cleaned it too. Jill’s thoughts went a mile a minute, and she settled on just going at home. She could pee herself in her bathroom, pre-planned, and on purpose.
With that decision made, Jill hurriedly started her car and started driving home. It wasn’t too far from the bar, but it felt like the drive was lasting an eternity. It was so bad that she couldn’t help but be reminded of her of the traffic jam she had been in when she had wet herself (and her car, for that matter).
But her thoughts kept going back and forth. Could she really do it? Could she pee herself on purpose? Jill wasn’t feeling too sure of herself. She wanted to, but it had to be wrong. She couldn’t just pee herself whenever she pleased. She was an adult!
Her thoughts were interrupted by a group of people that decided to cross the street in front of her suddenly, forcing her to slam on her brakes hard. She felt her seatbelt lock up and cut into her stomach, and she groaned at the tight feeling across her belly. It had been painful to stop so suddenly and nearly made her lose her grip on her aching bladder. She glanced down at her seat, debating for another moment on just letting go, but was quickly reminded that her seat was not covered. With that little reminder in the back of her mind, she clamped down with all of her might and let out a sigh of relief when her seatbelt unlocked itself, relieving her from some of the pressure that she felt. With the tightness gone, Jill tried to pay more attention on her drive, but her thoughts kept drifting to whether or not she could pee herself on purpose or not.
After far too long, Jill finally saw her street, and then her house appear in her vision. She hastily parked her car in the driveway, trying to move quickly but slowly enough to not jostle her bladder more than she needed to. If she wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t have much choice in the matter, and if Jill knew one thing for sure, it was that she didn’t want to have an accident outside.
Jill fidgeted with her keys at her front door, unable to stop herself from hoping from foot to foot. She had the key in the slot, but she wasn’t understanding why her door wasn’t opening. Jill groaned and then remembered that she had just recently replaced the lock. Pull and twist! Jill practically shouted to herself in her mind. She pulled the door towards herself, twisted the key in the lock, and heard the satisfying click of the door unlocking. Jill dashed inside, closed the door behind her, kicked off her shoes, and made a run upstairs.
Once upstairs and in her bathroom, Jill tried to do what she had done before. She stood in front of her mirror, staring at herself. She took in her appearance – hair up, nice cardigan with black pants and pink socks that didn’t match but she had grabbed in a sleepy haze while getting ready for work.
Jill couldn’t help but debate with herself on whether or not she could do it. She was surprisingly nervous at the thought; this was something completely different.
Okay, Jill, think for a minute. Calm down.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, and felt herself relax a little. A short burst of pee shot out suddenly, surprising Jill. She had managed to leak a little and had a moment of delight, but then her nerves kicked in and kicked in hard. Jill completely chickened out and clamped up. She couldn’t do it like she thought and practically grabbed herself to make sure she didn’t leak any further.
Squeezing herself together as best as she could, Jill hobbled the few steps to the toilet and with a small cry of frustration, managed to pull down her pants and panties. Before she had even fully sat down, she was peeing at full force into the toilet.
Jill closed her eyes in relief at finally peeing. She had managed to make it to the toilet mostly in time. When she stood up, she quickly inspected her pants. Her panties had a wet patch, but her pants were fine and survived, so she didn’t bother to change clothes. She pulled them back up, almost reveling in the cold wetness of her damp panties against her skin. When she went to her room, she flopped onto her mattress, belly first, questioning her confused feelings.
A part of her was glad that she had made it to the toilet like she was supposed to, yet a big part of her felt disappointed that she didn’t get the same feelings as she did with her accidents. She found that she missed the childish humiliation of standing in the middle of a puddle and her legs and clothes soaked with pee.
Jill let out a groan of frustration. She had been so close, but she couldn’t do it like she had wanted to. Not wanting to bother changing, Jill got herself comfortable in her bed to continue thinking. She made herself promise that she would try again, and with that thought in mind, she slowly fell into a restless slumber full of thoughts and doubts over the future. |
a/n: Oops! I forgot to post this yesterday as a little bonus. Things take a bit of a change here and a little bit shorter, buttttttttt things aren’t any less fun~ 😉 Enjoy!
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Chapter Five: Running into Trouble
Jill woke up the next morning after her night out with Mike with far too much energy. She supposed that she was feeling a little pent up after the day before. Jill knew that she was certainly annoyed with Mike; he was a nice friend, and she was upset that he risked ruining that friendship. She hoped that he could be normal around her. Hell, she hoped that she could be normal around him.
The worst part was she had felt it coming. She knew he’d ask her to go for drinks at some point, and she had tried to stall for as long as she could. She had even tried for weeks to make it obvious that she didn’t have feelings for him. Jill just couldn’t understand men. She supposed that she had been drawn to them in some degree, but only as friends and never romantically. Then again, it wasn’t as though she had much luck in the love department as it was. Relationships just sucked.
Then, of course, there was her incident later that night. She had made it to the toilet for once during an emergency, but she was grumpy about that, too.
Not wanting to wallow around in bed, Jill decided that she needed to do something about all of her energy before she found herself bouncing around the house. The best way, she decided, was to actually bounce out of her house and go on a run. With her decision made, Jill hopped out of bed to get dressed and make a healthy breakfast.
The moment Jill stood up, gravity made itself known and alerted her to her bladder that apparently decided to wake up a little later than herself. Jill decided to ignore her need for the moment as a new idea crept into her head, but she pushed the thought aside for the moment. She decided to change her order for the day and decided to have breakfast first before changing into her running clothes.
Jill spent her walk downstairs to the kitchen debating on what she would make before ultimately deciding on a refreshing smoothie. Even though she didn’t have a drop of alcohol, she couldn’t deny that a smoothie would make her happy to have. She opened her freezer and grabbed whatever frozen fruits she could possibly need, apparently having a theme. Anything that had the color red was going to make its way into her breakfast. She tossed the fruit into her blender, added some yogurt and juice, and carefully held the lid to her blender down as she turned it on.
When she took a drink of her concoction, she had to admit to herself that it wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either. At least it was edible and she supposed that was good enough. Cooking she could do, baking she could handle on a good day, but no matter how many times she tried to make a smoothie it was never the best. It wasn’t her strong suit in the least, but she could say the one she just made ranked pretty high.
With her smoothie consumed, Jill checked her phone to check the weather. Realizing it was going to be another hot day, she decided to get ready and get out before the heat kicked in. She didn’t want to bake herself in the sun, or even worse, faint.
Jill trudged back upstairs and tossed on her running clothes. She opted her for favorite pink running tank top, but hesitated with her leggings. She had an idea of what she wanted to do, but wasn’t sure if she dared to do it. She debated for a moment. Jill kind of needed to pee, but she could also pee herself during her run. However, if she did that, she definitely needed her black leggings to hide the evidence.
Ah, what the hell, Jill decided as the courage of her thoughts catapulted her next movements. She couldn’t manage to do things the way she wanted the day before, but today would be much different. With her choice made, Jill pulled on her black leggings and wormed her way into her running shoes. She then decided to fill her water bottle before heading out the door.
The first thing she noticed was that it was warm. Not too warm, just yet, but enough that she needed the shade. She was starting to huff and puff as she pushed herself uphill towards her favorite park.
The second thing that she noticed was her need to pee. Running felt like absolute torture on her bladder as it shook with each impact of her feet on the ground. She knew it was risky for her, she’d never done well running with a full bladder, but this time she was counting on it. As she pushed hard to get up the last section of hill before entering the park, she felt a small leak dampening her panties under her leggings. She figured that it wasn’t too bad yet and slowed herself down a little to prevent a major leak. However, half-way through her first lap at the park, Jill was at the point that her pushing caused her to lose a spurt of two every so often. She reached a hand down to stealthily check her pants, only half-surprised to feel a fair sized patch of wetness on her leggings.
She was nearly positive that the wet patch wasn’t visible unless someone was looking for it, but she couldn’t help but admit that it gave her all kinds of different feelings. Here she was, again, this time in public, and her panties were completely soaked, yet the people that ran past her had no idea. She couldn’t help but enjoy the thrill that it gave her and she wanted more.
Jill decided to veer off her path a little bit. She knew of a fairly secluded place in the park where she shouldn’t be disturbed and she excitedly ran a little faster in that direction. As she ran towards her new destination in the wooded section of the park, she felt another spurt of pee leak out of her. It did nothing to alleviate the pressure on her bladder, but made her excited. She had to pee badly; not as much as previous times, but enough.
As she rounded the corner to the place she was looking for, Jill slowed down and then finally stopped moving.She hadn’t come across anyone on her way which meant the spot was clear. Jill felt her breath start to quicken and her pulse start to race. She was about to pee herself and she wasn’t going to chicken out this time. She debated on whether or not she wanted to spread her legs of cross them, but decided on something in between. Jill didn’t quite cross her legs, but kept them close enough together.
She breathed out and pushed. Jill waited for a moment and then pushed again and pushed some more but to her frustration, nothing was happening. She thought about it for a moment and realized that pushing only made her clam up, but gave another push to test that theory. When nothing was happening still, Jill took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles.
At first, nothing happened, but then she could feel it. Like a balloon that was popped, the dam was finally broken and Jill felt herself peeing her leggings at full force, quickly rewarding her soaked panties that couldn’t hold another drop. She felt her butt started to get wet, pee pooling up on the inside of her leggings, before the familiar heat ran down her legs, leaving a glistening trail on the soft fabric. However, the heat didn’t just go down her legs as she felt it reach her belly and her cheeks that had to be a bright red.
Jill couldn’t stop herself and watched in fascination as the yellow pool expanded out from her feet and towards the hot concrete. For a moment, it looked as though the ground had soaked everything in, but it pooled quickly and suddenly, leaving Jill in a puddle when she finally finished.
She remained frozen where she stood, breathing hard and taking in what she had done. Jill realized that she had to leave quickly before someone came and she got caught, but the idea was equally as arousing as it was humiliating. She looked around, down at the puddle at her feet, and then decided to take off running. Jill made sure to shuffle her feet through a patch of grass and carefully checked how her leggings looked. Luckily they looked as though nothing had really happened, shining with only the faintest of glimmers that gave away the fact they were wet.
As Jill set off again, she relished in the adrenaline rush she felt. She was running home in wet panties, passing a couple of people every so often and no one seemed to notice a thing. Jill’s delight at not getting caught came to a screeching halt once she reacher her street and heard a familiar voice call out, “Hey, Jill! Jill!! Come over here, will you?” Jill slowed for just a moment to see the friendly face of her neighbor Alice from across the street walking her dog Molly, one of the sweetest Golden Retrievers Jill had ever met.
Alarm bells rang out loudly in Jill’s head. She was far from dry, and what if Alice could smell her? She felt her face burn hot at the idea in embarrassment. At the very least, she could play off her red cheeks as being too hot from the heat. The sun was starting to burn a lot hotter as it rose in the sky and that much wouldn’t arouse too much suspicion. As Jill crossed the street, she put on a cheerful smile, grateful for the skill she had learned while teaching.
“Hi, Alice,” Jill said, planting her hands on her hips. “Walking Molly, I see.”
“Yeah, the lazy thing needed to get out before the heat gets to be too much,” Alice replied with a sigh. As they spoke, Molly very quickly rushed to Jill, sniffing her legs with a fervor that made her blush even further.
“Hey!” Jill said, trying to push Molly away as gently as possible. The last thing she needed was to have the dog sniff her soaked leggings. Jill couldn’t help but notice the way Alice’s eyebrows raised in surprised at her actions. She would never ordinarily push Molly away. In fact, she never had before even with as sweaty and hot as she had been before. Alice seemed to be studying Jill far more closely as if she was a book being read, and Jill started to panic. Would Alice dare mention anything to her?
“Hey, Jill, I am sure that you want to finish you run,” Alice finally said, tugging gently on Molly’s leash to pull her away from Jill. “Is it all right if I drop by a little later today?”
“Uhm, yeah, sure, that’s fine,” Jill answered. “I suppose after you’re done walking Molly is all right, although I do need a shower. So many in about an hour?”
“That’ll be perfect,” Alice said, giving Jill a gentle smile. “I’ll see you then.”
Jill watched as Alice walked away with Molly bouncing happily in step beside her. She let out a breath that she wasn’t aware she had been holding and turned on her heel to head back towards her house. Jill was mortified, but also felt that her experience that day had been thrilling.
Running off the high of what she had done, Jill got in the shower, tossed her clothes off and let the warm water hit her. Still feeling pent up, but now with different reasons, Jill decided to give in to her new thoughts and touch herself. It was the least she could do to try and burn off the last of her excess energy. |
a/n: This lovely addition was written along with Avery Fox~. We had a fantastic time writing this installment together ^.^
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Chapter Six: Everything Goes Wrong
Jill and Alice sat within the cozy confines of Jill’s living room. It wasn’t often that Alice stopped by as it was usually the other way around. Jill would often go to Alice’s house to babysit the dog or stop by just for company. It was just the older woman and her dog and she would frequently get lonely. Jill never minded spending time with Alice when the opportunity presented itself. Besides, she absolutely adored Molly and took any time she could have with the dog. All the same, Alice’s sudden need to stop by left Jill confused. She had no idea what was so important that Alice wanted to talk about, but she refused to let it take away from her being a good host.
“So,” Jill said slowly, wanting to break the strange silence filling the room, “would you like anything, Alice? Tea? Coffee? Something else? I’m afraid that I don’t have any dog food, but I’m sure Molly would love a cold bowl of water since it’s definitely hot outside.” At the mention of her name, the three-year-old golden ball of fuzzy fur bounded into the living room, legs floppy and loose like her tongue that was already half out of her mouth in a smile. It brought a smile to Jill’s lips when Molly barreled into her knees, and she was grateful that she was already sitting down.
“Some tea would be nice, dear,” Alice said with a smile. “And I’m sure that Molly here would love some cold water. The poor thing has been running rather hot these days with this weather.”
Jill nodded, quickly heading into the kitchen and took her time grabbing Alice’s tea and a bowl of water for Molly.
Everything felt off the moment the two entered her home, but Jill couldn’t figure out why. Everything seemed mostly all right when they spoke earlier, so why did everything seem oddly quiet? It was very out of character for Alice to be so solemn, and the woman arrived with such a concerned look that Jill couldn’t help but question things. What if Alice was about to tell her that something terrible had happened to someone in her family? Jill almost considered asking Alice if she wanted something stronger to drink, just in case.
Not wanting to think the worst, Jill took Alice’s tea and Molly’s bowl with her back to the living room. She set Molly’s bowl on the ground, giggling when the dog attacked it to get a drink, and handed Alice her tea. Jill didn’t want to bother grabbing something for herself, not wanting to make things difficult.
“So, how are things?” Jill asked, putting on a bright smile when Alice hadn’t said a word and was nursing her cup of tea instead. “It’s been a while since we’ve last talked.”
“It has been a while,” Alice replied slowly. “Things have been all right. But the bigger question is how are things with you?”
Jill looked at Alice curiously, shifting nervously.
“What do you mean?” Jill asked with a nervous giggle. “I’ve been great. Like, school’s been stressful, but that’s normal. It’s been a little difficult as my group isn’t as well behaved as my other classes, but I deal.”
“I can only imagine,” Alice said. “Teaching seems like such a stressful job sometimes.” Alice fell quiet again, taking in Jill with concern evident in her eyes. “But is there more going on, Jill?”
Jill felt her anxiety start to intensify. She wasn’t anxious often, but Alice was really starting to hint at something, but Jill didn’t know what. Everything felt confusing and yesterday hadn’t been a good day, and that morning was decent enough, she had thought. The only thing Jill could manage was a strangled noise as she started to choke up with tears filling her eyes. Alice was such a nice person and like a second mother to her, so why wasn’t she just saying what was on her mind.
“Jill, I’m just going to be forward,” Alice said gently, leaning forward across the coffee table between them to put a hand on Jill’s knee. She sighed, gently brushing a thumb over Jill’s knee. “Are you having some personal issues?”
“Am I having ‘personal issues?’” Jill questioned, blinking back her tears.
“Well, yes,” Alice said as if her response would make Jill any less confused. Jill and Alice could only stare at each other, Jill confused, and Alice looking expectant. Jill wasn’t sure what Alice was getting at, and she didn’t dare try to offer an explanation.
“No?” Jill finally offered when Alice remained quiet and didn’t elaborate. She couldn’t help but cringe at the sympathetic look Alice gave her, and the small squeeze on her knee. “What would make you think that?” Jill asked, growing even more anxious. Alice’s expression grew more sympathetic, and she gave Jill’s knee a longer squeeze. Alice shifted where she sat as if she was ready to tell Jill something difficult.
“Jill,” Alice started in a soft and comforting tone, “I understand that you wouldn’t like to share this, and that it’s embarrassing, but maybe I can help. I have to be so blunt, but are you having incontinence issues? I’ve seen you struggling a few times, including this morning, and if you need help, we can get it for you.”
If Jill wasn’t so distressed by what was happening, she might have burst into hysterical laughter from nerves. Instead, she burst into tears and didn’t know how to respond. She thought that she had been so careful and that no one had noticed what she was doing, but could she play it off and make Alice think otherwise? Jill wasn’t entirely sure. It was clear that she had been caught, but the issue was far different than Alice could ever be allowed to know.
“Oh, Jill,” Jill heard Alice gently say. Jill couldn’t stop her sobs, and only started to cry harder when she felt herself being wrapped in a comforting hug. “I’ll help you figure it out, okay? I’ll help you, and there are things to help you.” But as Jill felt herself being made to sit up straight, she wasn’t entirely sure what she should feel about things, and worst of all, she needed to pee from all of the stress.
“When did all of this start, honey?” Alice asked Jill, gently brushing away Jill’s tears with her thumbs. All Jill could do was manage a weak shake of her head in response. She didn’t want to answer, and there was absolutely no way that she could talk to Alice about what was going on.
“Jill, honey, I understand that you feel embarrassed and that you don’t want to talk about it,” Alice said gently, pulling Jill back into a hug and rubbing soothing circles on her back. “But it would be really helpful to know when it happened and if there was something that maybe caused it.”
“Alice, I can’t,” Jill managed to choke out. “I really can’t.
“Jill, please, I know it’s been going on for at least a month now,” Alice said, sitting Jill up again. “I didn’t mean to be a spy or anything, but when I saw you step out of your car recently, you were completely soaked. So please tell me how long it’s been?”
Jill hung her head in shame. Her mind was a mess – she was a mess – but she didn’t know how to get herself out of this one. She supposed that she had to be as honest as possible because at the end of the day, they were still accidents. Maybe that’s what she just needed to tell Alice and then her embarrassment would be over.
“They were just accidents, Alice,” Jill choked out, trying to will her voice to steady, but not sounding too convincing in between her hiccups and sobs.
“I know they were just accidents, Jill, I know.”
Jill wasn’t sure what it was, but Alice’s words made her burst out into sobs again.
“It started about two months ago,” Jill managed to stutter out.
“Right after you fell down the stairs at our house?” Alice gasped out.
As if luck was finally turning, Jill sensed an out and nodded weakly.
“I think so,” Jill replied. She knew that wasn’t the case at all, but the dates were close enough. Jill took a moment to squeeze her thighs together a little as she really needed to pee but didn’t want to make it too obvious. She never expected things to take a turn the way they did, and she didn’t know what to do except play along for a moment.
“Are you feeling a little calmer now,” Alice asked. “You seemed to have stopped crying.”
“I think so,” Jill said with a shaky nod. “I’m sorry,” she started to say before she was interrupted.
“Now, none of that, my dear. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, so I understand.” Alice gave Jill a soft squeeze on her shoulder. Suddenly, Jill had to try very hard to keep a pokerface as she felt a leak squeeze out. It wasn’t much, but she definitely didn’t want to pee herself in front of Alice.
“Alice, I uhm, need to go to the bathroom really quick if that’s okay.”
“Yes, of course,” Alice replied, waving Jill off with a worried look. “You don’t need to ask. Go quick.”
Jill gave Alice an appreciative look and hurried upstairs. Her quick rush caused her to have another leak, but at least her pants didn’t show it. For the moment, that was good enough for Jill.
When she returned downstairs, she saw that Alice had made her a cup of tea.
“Are you okay?” Alice asked as Jill sat down. Jill felt her face go red at Alice’s question.
“Yeah, I think so,” Jill offered. Alice seemed to study for her a long moment before humming something that sounded like a, “Glad.”
“So, Jill, there are a few things that need to be done, I think,” Alice said with a sigh. “I think we need to plan you a doctor’s appointment.”
Jill immediately felt herself begin to panic. There was no reason for her to go to a doctor and the idea of having to talk to a doctor about things made her nervous.
“No, Alice, please,” Jill practically sobbed. “No doctor.”
“Jill, it would really help to figure out what’s wrong,” Alice said gently, “but we’ll do that later, okay? When you’ve calmed down a bit?” Alice slapped both of her knees with her hands, immediately getting down to business. “Tell you what, I’ll bring Molly home and inform that silly boyfriend of mine that you’re unwell and I’ll be staying with you for a bit. He’ll understand.”
Jill could only murmur a weak, “Okay.” She was exhausted, and couldn’t even panic at the idea of yet another person knowing something was off with her. Jill had no idea that Alice’s boyfriend was even around at the moment, though she shouldn’t have been too surprised. The two had been getting on well enough.
“But first, I’m going to get you into bed,” Jill heard Alice say. Jill felt an arm wrap around her and pull her gently from the couch before slowly dragging her up the stairs and to her bedroom. She was only half-aware of being laid into her bed and tucked in, and only barely took in Alice’s pointed glance towards her hamper where at least two pairs of wet panties and soaked leggings were sitting. Jill was so out of it that she didn’t hear Alice say, “Oh, Jill, if only you had told me sooner, I would have been able to do something. But I’ll help now, you’ll see. I’ll be back soon; you just get some rest.”
Jill was sure that she had barely slept at all when she felt herself being shaken awake. The first thing that she noticed was that she felt cozy. Jill wasn’t sure that she had slept so well in a long time, and questioned what exactly Alice had put into her tea. The next thing Jill noticed, as she stretched sleepily, was that she was warm. Perhaps a little too warm and perhaps a little stickier than she would have liked. It took Jill a few moments longer to wake up fully and come to her senses and realized exactly why she felt so sticky and warm.
Her face immediately turned red, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she realized that there was absolutely no way she was getting out of this one. If she was aware of what happened, then Alice had to know as well. The smell wasn’t exactly hard to miss even with her blankets over top of her. She was left with only one option.
Jill carefully cracked her eyes open to find herself meeting Alice’s sympathetic gaze.
“I think it’s time we consider the doctor’s for you,” Alice said gently. Jill was not given any other option but to agree.
“I’ll throw everything into the laundry for you,” Alice said. “Just get into the shower and clean yourself up. Remember, it’s okay. I know you can’t help it. We’ll get you some things to help.”
As Jill stepped into her shower, she couldn’t help but question how everything had gone wrong so horribly quick. It was quicker than she ever could have imagined, and she didn’t know what to do. Even if she told Alice that she was fine, the woman would never believe her, especially after her latest incident. The worst part was that she couldn’t say it was the first time either.
Jill had always been a bed wetter, but by the time she reached 14, it stopped being a nightly thing. By the time she was 16, it didn’t happen very often, but a couple times a year she would wake up wet. It just so happened that her accident had to have the worst timing ever.
Well, aside from the one time it happened at summer camp when she was a teenager, but she had been able to get away with that one.
Shaking her head clear of her thoughts, Jill realized that there was only one way to move and that was forward. She had backed herself into a corner, and her accident in bed absolutely sealed Alice’s conviction that she had a problem. Jill tried to think of what she could say to Alice as she dried herself off, but decided that for now she was just a passenger in her own life. She had no other choice but to let things be taken over for a little bit.
When Jill returned downstairs, she found Alice waiting in her kitchen with a large shopping bag and a kind smile on her face.
“Now, I didn’t have much at home, but we had an old waterproof mattress cover you can borrow if you’d like. It would be better to keep your mattress safe as I could see that it wasn’t your first accident,” Alice said. “I also called the doctor for you as I know we use the same one. I convinced him to do a quick check up on you in an hour, so we have to hurry a little.” Alice gave Jill a quick look and then smiled. “It looks like you’re all ready, so let’s head out. I’ll drive.”
As Jill followed Alice to her car, she couldn’t help but sigh. The older woman truly was like a mother to her since disease took hers away so many years ago. Jill froze at Alice’s car surprised by the somewhat flustered look on Alice’s face.
“Uh, Jill, I know that these probably won’t fit all that well, but I would feel a lot more comfortable if you wore a pull up in my car,” Alice said, reaching into her car and pulling the offending article from another shopping bag. “We had some old ones, and I know that they will be small, but I would rather you not have an accident all over the car seat.”
Jill’s face once more went completely beat red, and the worst part is that she understood. Jill wanted to comment on it, but she was tired and completely worn out already and it was only three pm. She normally would have fought it, but instead, she took the pull up from Alice with a tight smile and went upstairs to change.
Once she returned to her bathroom to put the pull up on, she realized that it was a bit too small for her. She struggled to get it over her behind. It would remain on her hips for just a moment before the top would roll down and slide off. With a bit of quick thinking, Jill fixed that issue by pulling on a pair of panties over top to make it stay. She checked herself in the mirror once she pulled her pants back on and let out a sigh of relief when she noticed that other than a slight crinkle, it wasn’t obvious. A part of her felt terribly childish that she was wearing a pull up under her clothes because someone thought that she couldn’t make it to the toilet in time.
When Jill returned to Alice’s car, Alice quietly asked her if she managed to get the pull up to fit. Jill only managed the smallest of nod as she wordlessly buckled herself in and Alice gave her a small squeeze on the shoulder. As Alice put the car into drive and they made their way towards the city, Jill couldn’t stop herself from thinking about how everything had changed. She was both curious and a little bit worried about what life would suddenly bring her.
As the landscapes went past her window, Jill decided that for the time being, her biggest worry was that she had to pee again. |
a/n: Oh goodness, hello everyone! It's been a very long time since I've posted on here, but certainly haven't stopped writing. I've been doing little bits and pieces with Avery, and after a very long time, we've finally gotten this finished! Yayy~ Hope you all enjoy :3
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Chapter Seven: The Doctor's Visit
Jill couldn’t help but feel incredibly awkward as she waited anxiously in the doctor’s office wearing a slightly damp pull up. She was scared to death that it would leak, and even more scared of Alice finding out. She was already in enough trouble as it was. It certainly didn’t help that they had left the house so quickly, and Jill didn’t have a chance to go to the bathroom.
Suddenly Alice touched Jill’s shoulder, causing her to jump. She had been lost in thought and hadn’t realized the woman had approached.
“Jill? Are you with me?” Alice asked gently, looking at Jill closely with a concerned frown on her face. “I was asking how you were feeling. You look a bit pale and sweaty.”
“I’m fine,” Jill said, trying to put on a brave face, but she didn’t have the energy to do so. She was exhausted and the last thing she wanted was to be at the doctors.
“Okay,” Alice replied slowly, looking as if she didn’t entirely believe Jill’s words.
If Jill was being honest, she didn’t believe herself either. The events of the day had left her feeling shaky and faint, and she dreaded having to tell the doctor. There shouldn’t be anything wrong with her, but what if they found something? Or even worse, what if they found nothing at all and there was no reason why Jill should be having her accidents? How was she going to be able to explain that to Alice?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a nurse calling out her name.
“Jill? Jill Bennett?”
As Jill stood up to meet her doom, Alice gave her a pat on the back along with a whispered “good luck.” Jill answered with a silently mouthed thanks and she plastered a nervous smile on her face as she approached the nurse.
“Are you Jill?” the nurse asked.
Jill nodded and answered with a simple, “Yes.” The nurse nodded, gave Jill a gentle smile, and quietly guided her to a scale outside of room number five.
“Just step on the scale for me, hon,” the nurse said gesturing towards the scale and waiting patiently for Jill to do so. Jill gave the nurse a skeptical look and begrudgingly stepped on the scale, glaring at the silver weighted numbers in front of her. She watched, with her eyes half closed, as the nurse played with the weights then carefully checked her height. Jill supposed she was average, but it wasn’t her favorite to look at the numbers at all.
“Oh,” the nurse said, looking between the numbers on the ruler in front of her, to Jill, and then the paperwork on her clipboard. “You’re much smaller than I thought you would be. Interesting. Anyway, follow me.”
Jill couldn’t stop herself from shooting a glare at the nurse’s back as they entered the examination room. She sat on the table in the middle of the room, wincing at the crinkling paper underneath her butt, and purposely kept her responses short as the nurse took the rest of her vitals. In the middle of her vitals being taken, there was a knock on the door and Dr. Hudson entered the room.
“Miss Bennett,” Dr. Hudson said, shaking Jill’s hand and sitting down on the wheely stool across from her. “How are you?”
“Uhm, please call me Jill,” Jill replied shakily. She gave the nurse a small wave as she excited the room, and Jill shifted on the table once more, grimacing at the crinkle. “I suppose I’m all right.” The words seemed to fall flat as they left Jill’s mouth. Her voice wasn’t at all up to its usual strength. She desperately needed to pee, and her nerves were not helping.
“Ah, all right,” Dr. Hudson answered. “I’ll try to remember. So, Miss Bennett – Jill – I must say I was quite surprised when I received an urgent call from Mrs. Morgan saying that her neighbor needed an emergency appointment at the earliest convenience. I assume it’s something serious if she was so adamant that I see you today.”
Jill’s face immediately burned a bright red as she realized the doctor was expecting her to suddenly answer that question. What exactly had Alice said on the phone? She was under the impression that Alice had explained the situation from how she saw it and Jill assumed that she wouldn’t have to answer at all.
“Well,” Jill started slowly, rubbing the back of her neck, “I think it’s more embarrassing than serious.” Jill opened and closed her mouth several times, unnerved by Dr. Hudson’s unwavering stare, but couldn’t say anything else. Instead, she clamped her mouth closed, crossing her arms over her chest and staring down at her feet.
“Okay, well that sounds unfortunate,” Dr. Hudson said. “And what exactly appears to be the issue, then?”
“Well, uhm,” Jill stammered with a helpless giggle. Oh, help me, she thought to herself. How was she going to be able to say it out loud? “Oh, this is so embarrassing.”
“Jill,” Dr. Hudson said with a slight sigh, “I can assure you that whatever you tell will be kept confidential and will only be shared with the appropriate specialists with your permission. As a doctor, I can promise you that I don’t judge.”
“Well, I, uhm, I think I’m having some trouble reaching the bathroom in time,” Jill managed to squeak out. She felt her face heat up impossibly hotter, completely mortified. Having to mention it reminded her that she needed to pee, and she needed to pee badly, in fact. Jill swore that the doctor was going to judge her and judge her hard despite saying that they wouldn’t, but instead, Dr. Hudson gave her an almost encouraging smile.
“Do you mind telling me some more?”
Jill did in fact mind telling Dr. Hudson more than she already had, but she reluctantly agreed. Luckily Jill was able to get through the details without getting into too much detail.
“When did it start?”
“Recently.”
“Have there been any stressors in your life lately?”
“I’m a teacher, there’s always stress.” Jill wasn’t surprised by the laugh at this response.
“Outside of being a teacher?”
“Life, I suppose.”
“Well, would you say you’re more stressed than usual?”
“I guess.”
“And…your accidents. Have they occurred while working out?”
Jill immediately flushed and hid her face in her hands. The doctor stood up to comfort Jill, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s okay, Jill,” Dr. Hudson said, patting Jill’s shoulder. “It happens a lot more than you think. We’ll just do some research as to why it’s happened. And if we can find something wrong, we can fix it. Although, I do have to caution and admit that it happens where we can’t find anything, and we have to move along from there.” The doctor was quiet for a moment and hummed softly. “And based on my observations since I’ve stepped foot in this room, I imagine that you already have to go, yes?”
If Jill could melt into the floor, she would. She had completely forgotten about her need to use the bathroom until just that moment, but there was no denying her fervent feet tapping. Jill groaned and gave a subtle nod, and when she peered at the doctor, she was once again surprised to find only a sympathetic expression on their face.
“It’s all right,” Dr. Hudson said gently, sitting back on their chair. They picked up Jill’s file and jotted something down. “It all works out in the end. We need a urine sample anyway. Bathroom is just down the hall, door should be open. Cups are on the counter right when you walk in. Come back when you’re done and leave the cup in the bathroom. Someone will be by to collect it.”
Jill nodded, quickly jumping off the examination table and grimacing at the crinkle of both the paper sticking to her bottom and her pull up. When she looked behind her to investigate, Jill’s face burned further at the realization the paper beneath her had been wet. She hadn’t even realized that her pull up had leaked, and didn’t want to know what sort of damage was done to her pants. To Jill’s absolute humiliation, Dr. Hudson had noticed right away, eyes focused on the wet spot for just a moment before writing something down. Jill quickly scurried out of the room and to the bathroom.
If there was one thing that Jill found possibly more humiliating than peeing herself, it was trying to pee into the collection cup. It was never a skill that she had fully mastered, and it usually ended up with her peeing on herself in some form. When she stepped into the bathroom, she nearly let out a scream. She was overwhelmed and anxious and incredibly embarrassed. Curious, Jill turned around to investigate the damage to her joggers and let out a moan.
She thought she had been clever wearing joggers to make it less obvious she was wearing a pull up, but the addition of her panties over the pull up had made it fit awkwardly. While most of her was dry, she could see small dark green wet patches on the back of her legs where the pull up stopped and must have leaked from shifting. The once completely solid sage green was definitely more than one color, and the more Jill looked, the more embarrassed, but oddly intrigued, she became. If she had worn just the pull up, it probably would have fit better, but it wasn’t something she was willing to risk. Rather than making her life a little easier, she paid the price.
Not wanting to prolong the inevitable any longer, Jill snatched up a collection cup and made her way to the toilet. She pulled her pants down and carefully pried the damp pull up and her panties away from her body. Jill cringed seeing that the edge of her panties were darkened from the pull up leaking and she wondered if she should try drying them under the air hand dryer.
The idea faded quickly when she realized that there wasn’t an air dryer and just paper towels and she sighed. There wasn’t much she could do except deal with it. She debated with herself on what to do. It wasn’t like continuing to wear her panties would be of any use because they were soaked through on the edges. She couldn’t dry them and paper towels would only dry them so much, and Jill couldn’t stand the idea of having her joggers becoming any wetter, especially not when having to deal with Alice later on. Jill sighed realizing that she was left with only one choice – she had to just toss them out.
With an even heavier sigh, Jill removed her pants so that she could slip off her panties. She reached over and grabbed some paper towels to wrap them in so that she could hide the evidence and very carefully deposited them in the nearby trash can. Deciding that she was already as far as she was, she very carefully collected the required sample, or tried to at least. Jill could only sigh once more when she inevitably peed all over her hands in the process. More than once she silently cursed the male population for being able to do such a simple task far easier than she could. Grimacing, Jill pulled the pull up back on, frowning when she realized how much better they fit. She wasn’t sure that she liked the cold dampness against her crotch, but she supposed it could be worse. Shivering slightly without her pants on, Jill placed the cup on the metal tray sitting on the counter for it to be collected and washed her hands. Not wanting to pantsless for much longer, Jill quickly washed her hands and pulled her joggers back on, letting out a breath of relief that she was a little less cold.
Still, Jill could feel the dampness around her crotch. The pull up had chilled considerably much to her dismay, and she found herself missing the warmth that was once there. She debated for just a moment on whether or not she could squeeze out a little more pee to warm them up, but decided it was best to not push her luck. Realizing the thought that crossed her mind, Jill left the bathroom with an exceptionally red face and returned to her exam room. Dr. Hudson wasn’t in the room but a nurse was, something Jill half expected.
Jill felt like her face had to be glowing like a buoy in the middle of the ocean she was surely drowning in. She was extremely aware of every little crackle of her pull up and the wetness that pressed against her skin and the odd lukewarm feeling around her legs. She was very aware of the damp spots on her leggings and when she sat back down on the table, Jill made sure to keep her backside hidden. Luckily, the nurse didn’t seem to notice or make any acknowledgement of why she was there. Instead, the nurse went through a very quick examination of her waist and lower back, making sure that nothing seemed out of sorts. If the nurse noticed the pull up sticking out of the top of Jill’s pants, she didn’t comment. With the examination done, the nurse wrote something down in Jill’s file, gave her a smile, and left with an assurance Dr. Hudson would return.
It felt like ages for Dr. Hudson to return and Jill’s leg was shaking anxiously where she sat. When Dr. Hudson stepped into the room, they sat back down on their chair and skimmed back through Jill’s file.
“Well, so far we haven’t found anything yet,” Dr. Hudson said with a serious expression on their face. “But that doesn’t mean there is nothing wrong. Based off what you have told me, it sounds like it might be an overreaction on your body’s part due to stress. Stress affects everyone differently and there’s a possibility that this is your body’s way of dealing with it. While it’s unfortunate and I imagine embarrassing for you, it’s nothing to be ashamed of and happens more often than you think.”
“That’s a thing?” Jill questioned. “Being so stressed that I….” she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence, unable to bear the possibility of saying it loud.
“It is,” Dr. Hudson said with a nod, “but that’s only one possibility. What I would like you to do is always keep a journal with you. If you feel a pressing need or urge that isn’t normal, then I would like you to write down how you’re feeling and how far along the need is. Say, perhaps a 1 is just a drop, and a 10 is your absolute worse. I’ll make sure to give you a form with instructions on how to go about it.
“I’ll write you out a script to get some proper protection, and from somewhere online so that you don’t have to worry. Having the right fit will make you feel more confident. I’d say we meet back up in about four weeks and do a quick check on things. If things aren’t looking any better, then we’ll do some more testing to see what might be going on. Also, to make it easier while out in public, we’ll make sure to send you home with a card stating that you have a medical condition. This should drastically cut down on any issues you might have in stores or other businesses.”
Jill could only murmur an okay in response and wondered how exactly she got herself in this situation. A part of her couldn’t help but be intrigued at her sudden twist in life, but she was still mortified. Sheepishly, Jill left the room when Dr. Hudson dismissed her and reluctantly scheduled a follow up appointment. When she returned to the waiting room, Jill was relieved that Alice didn’t seem to ask her too many questions and allowed her to go to the car in silence. All Jill wanted was a shower and to crawl into bed and get out of her pull up. But perhaps not without using it one more time for good measure in the safety of her home. |
a/n: After far too long, the first part of Jill's story is finished! I hope you all enjoy the final installment of New Feelings. Avery and I are already cooking up the next bits to write and we're super excited to share~ Enjoy! :3
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Chapter Eight: A Flight to Remember
Several weeks had passed by in the blink of an eye, and shortly after school ended. At Jill's follow up appointment, Dr. Hudson decided that her symptoms were solely based on stress and nothing more. The fall she had that concerned Alice had more than healed up on its own, and Jill's diary only confirmed Dr. Hudson's initial suspicions. Or at least that was what Jill imagined they wanted her to think.
"Why not treat yourself to a vacation?" the doctor had said to Jill. Jill had noticed a questioning look on the doctor's face, but she refused to dare ask any further questions on the matter. "Give yourself a mental reset, and we'll go from there. If your symptoms get better, then great! If not, then we'll move along to getting you a referral to a specialist." The doctor looked as though they wanted to add something else, their brow furrowing ever so slightly, but they seemed to think better of it and sent Jill on her way.
But the problem was Jill didn't think her symptoms were stress related at all. Quite honestly, Jill felt that Dr. Hudson didn't believe it either. In fact, half of her diary consisted of made-up entries as she continued to wet herself as she pleased. She was far more careful while in public, but at home, she relished in the secretly naughty feelings she had. Still, it didn't stop her from deciding to book the trip for the summer holiday. She couldn't deny that she needed a vacation, and having some time far away from everything felt like it would give her enough time to do some soul-searching. Jill had to admit that she had to do a ton of it.
Atlanta airport was exactly as busy as Jill remembered as she hurried through the massive lobby. Her trip to Dublin away from everyone else, her class, flirting colleagues, and she had to admit, with a bit of a cringe, even Alice, was well needed. Jill grimaced as she remembered the conversation they were having when Alice dropped her off.
They were nearly at the drop-off lanes when Alice decided to make her final offense that car ride. It wasn't even the first time Alice had tried to convince her of the idea, she had been extremely adamant once she had heard of Jill's trip, really, but Jill planned to make sure that Alice wouldn't bring it up until she had returned home.
"Are you sure that you don't want to wear any protection?" Alice asked earnestly. "I think it would really be a good idea - just in case, you know."
"Yes, Alice," Jill replied with a huff. "I'll be fine. I haven't had any issues lately." Even though Jill was technically telling the truth, she felt a blush creep up her cheeks.
"Well, I'm just saying," Alice said. "Not only is it a long flight, it's a late one, as well. You definitely don't want to have any accidents, and I think protection might be the best way to go. In fact, if you reach into the back seat I -"
"Alice, no, please," Jill sighed, feeling slightly aggravated. "We talked about this already. I am a grown woman, and I can keep my pants dry. Most of the time," she added under her breath. "I don't need any protection. Besides, there's a bathroom on the plane. I will be fine."
"Okay, okay," Alice said lifting a hand from the steering wheel in surrender, "if you say so. I'm just saying you would feel more secure, that's all."
"I'll be fine," Jill said sharply the moment Alice pulled to the front of the building and put the car in park. "I won't have any issues."
Jill shook the very conversation from her head, not wanting to think about it. She needed to rush through the airport. There was more traffic than she had expected, and she was there a little later than expected.
As Jill approached security, she hummed to herself in surprise, noting that a woman several rows ahead of her had the same bag. Every so often, Jill would find herself searching for the girl to monitor just how long she had been in the queue for. Finally, the girl she had been watching made it to the front of the security line, and Jill watched in fascination as the girl went through the scanner, but her bag didn't. The girl seemed slightly distraught, standing to the side and watching as her bag went back and forth in the x-ray machine before being pulled off the line. Her distress only grew when she was pulled to the side, and Jill understood why.
Her eyes grew wide as she watched the TSA agent pull out what definitely looked to either be a diaper or an adult pull up. It certainly wasn't a pair of underwear, unless it was a fancy pair with extra crinkly fabric, but Jill had been made to wear pull ups far too often to know what they looked like. The girl started looking around frantically to see if anyone had noticed, and Jill was quick to look away.
At least I don't have any diapers in my bag, Jill thought to herself as she placed her bag on the belt with a reliever sigh. She could only imagine how embarrassed the poor girl probably felt.
Luckily for Jill, security went smoothly, and she made it through to the other side quickly. She shuffled from foot to foot as she waited for her bags to come through the scanner, having to pee quite badly. Jill nearly launched herself at her belongings the moment it came through, and she struggled to pull her shoes on as quickly as possible.
As she slipped her shoes on, Jill pulled her bag haphazardly behind her towards her gate which felt miles away. Upon nearing her gate, she hastily scanned the area for a bathroom. She nearly let out a sigh of relief when she spotted the sign, but to her absolute horror, she noticed that there was a small queue in front of the ladies room. With a groan, Jill quickly joined the back of the line, dancing on her feet.
By sheer dumb luck, the line moved quickly, something Jill was eternally grateful for as she had to pee badly. She dashed to the stall the moment the door opened, but her bladder, sensing relief, suddenly let out a small dribble before she even locked the door. With an undignified "Eep!", Jill hurriedly locked the door behind her, pulled down her pants and panties, and before she even touched the toilet, started peeing.
"Whew, just in time," Jill muttered as she looked down at the small damp spot on her purple panties. She shrugged to herself after a cursory inspection of her pants. By her standards, she had made it dry. Feeling completely relieved, Jill wiped herself clean and left her stall to wait for her flight which would soon be boarding.
The boarding went without further incident and before long, Jill found herself sitting in a fairly roomy chair in the aisle. Even better, it appeared that the middle seat seemed to be free. She only had to get up once to let a short, slightly round girl that introduced herself as Hailey, into the window seat. With everyone finally boarded, the plane took off.
Dinner was served not too long after the flight reached altitude. Jill stared at the strange concoction of rice and curry, which looked more like a slightly colored blob than anything. She managed to drink her entire water bottle, which she cringed at, but if she needed to go, she could easily get up and head to the bathroom. Being in the aisle had its perks, and she would use it if needed. But Jill couldn't stop herself from looking over at the girl to her right. Hailey seemed to be turning slightly green as she tried to get through her dinner, but also seemed to be glaring at it, pulling a slight smile to Jill's lips.
"Not liking the food?" Jill asked, grinning slightly at the evil glare Hailey shot her food.
"No, not at all," Hailey replied. Jill was surprised to hear the slight southern twang of someone who had lived in the area for a while, but wasn't born in Georgia. "It's awful."
"Yeah, I can agree with that," Jill sighed. "At least I have enough water to wash it down with. Say, are you heading to Ireland?"
Jill cringed when she asked her question, realizing how stupid it sounded. Everyone on that flight was technically going to Ireland, but she wasn't sure if Hailey was stopping there as a layover. At least the girl seemed to understand what she meant, as she positively lit up at her inquiry. Well, until she shifted again and Jill could swear that she heard the soft crinkling noise that came from a pull up. Jill was familiar with the noise from the times Alice made her wear one on outings out together, but the moment the thought came, Jill dismissed it.
Jill studied Hailey for a moment. The girl looked to be around 24, and if not 24, then certainly younger than her at least. The chances of her actually wearing a diaper were zero, but if she looked closely, Jill couldn't help but question if this was the same girl from security. She had the same short, wavy hair and appeared to be the same height, but Jill hadn't paid much attention. It could be absolutely anyone in the entire airport, and she wouldn't know the difference. Rather than focus on the girl's identity, Jill pushed the thought aside and listened to Hailey explain everything about her trip.
It seemed incredible to Jill that Hailey had been planning her trip for so long and had created an entire itinerary well before even booking the trip. It was clear that it meant a lot for the girl. Meanwhile Jill had decided on a whim to book the trip as an escape. While Hailey had her days planned out to the very minute, Jill's only plans were to check into her hotel and then figure out what to do from there. She was going to an entirely different country with no plan set in place, and she almost preferred it that way.
Impressed by Hailey's excitement and patience to plan her trip, Jill couldn't help but enjoy their conversation. She even went so far to flirt with Hailey a little, but she seemed entirely oblivious to it. Hailey was too excited for her trip to notice much, it seemed. She hadn't even seemed to have realized that she downed two cups of water while trying to finish her dinner.
"So," Jill finally asked when Hailey decided to take a moment to breathe, "what do you say to meeting in Dublin for a drink or two?"
"Oooh," Hailey breathed out, her eyes growing wide before she let out a squeal of pure flee. "Yes! That seems fun! Let's exchange numbers so we can agree on something. Here's my phone." Hailey quickly handed her phone to Jill and Jill reached into her pocket to hand her phone to Hailey. With numbers exchanged, they made preemptive plans to meet before they both returned home. Jill hoped that she was serious.
Somewhere between Hailey's excitement and their conversation, Jill found herself slowly falling asleep. She pulled a movie up on the screen in front of her, plugged in her earbuds, and got herself as comfortable as she possibly could. By some sheer miracle, Jill quickly fell asleep, not waking up for most of the flight.
Jill awoke about an hour and a half before landing, only woken by the passing steward asking if she wanted breakfast. She stretched her legs out in front of her, still groggy from the uncomfortable seats and nodded, dropping her seat table in front of her. Though Jill wasn't expecting much, at least the scrambled eggs placed down in front of her looked far more edible than the rice from before. Curious, Jill looked over at Hailey who gave her a sidelong glance and a tight smile. Jill thought nothing of it until half-way through her food, the rest of her started to wake up.
It was slow, at first, the feeling and dull ache of having a full bladder. Jill shifted slightly in her seat in the hopes of relieving the pain in her lower back from her awkward sleeping position. She hoped that the shift would ease the fullness, but instead, it seemed to increase the pressure.
Jill blew out an aggravated sigh before twisting herself as much as she could to look towards the toilet. She decided it would be best to not be stupid for the moment and get up as the bathroom appeared to be unoccupied, but the moment Jill stood up, there was an audible ding! that echoed through the cabin. Jill could scream out of frustration, the ache of her bladder only increasing ten-fold. She debated whether it was worth showing a flight attendant her medical card from the doctor, but decided not to make a fuss. With a quick glance at her watch, it shouldn't be too long until the plane landed. With another sigh, Jill sat back down and put her seatbelt back on, making sure to keep it looser than normal to alleviate the pressure.
However, it wasn't even twenty minutes later that Jill decided to revise her initial thoughts. The descent into Dublin was taking far too long, and she really needed to pee more than she thought.
Jill sneaked a peak over at Hailey, but the girl appeared to be oblivious to the world in her own little bubble. Hailey appeared to be equally as uncomfortable, and Jill wondered if she had to pee just as badly. With Hailey not paying attention, Jill carefully shoved a hand between her legs and into her crotch to hold herself with her thighs clenched tightly. Jill nearly let out a moan of relief with her hand jammed tight against her crotch. It was a touch more manageable holding herself the way that she was. Not comfortable in the least, but she could manage.
After what was far too long, Jill thanked every deity she could possibly think of when she heard the hum and screech of the landing gear dropping. She felt the tip of the plane as it lined itself up for the runway, and Jill was positive she would make it just fine. But then Jill realized that she didn't account for the roughness of landing.
She looked past Hailey towards the window, her eyes growing wide when she saw just how quick the runway was approaching. Jill tensed for the touchdown, and grimaced at the not-so gentle initial bounce as the wheels touched the tarmac and continued to bounce as the plane slowed down. After the initial shock of the landing passed, alarm bells started to screech in Jill's mind.
Oh no, Jill thought to herself as she slowly pulled her hand away from her crotch to get herself in a more appropriate position. She very subtly rubbed her nose and frowned at the obvious scent on her fingers. I definitely just leaked. This isn't good. Jill peered down in her lap, trying to feign her inspection with a stretch, and hoped her face was blank as she noticed the tiniest of wet spots visible. Seeing the wet spot on her pants only made her need increase even further, and Jill cursed the pilot under her breath for landing as roughly as they did.
The plane's final journey to the gate was short, and relief was in sight, but Jill was met with another surprise. The moment the plane stopped and the seatbelt sign was finally turned off, Hailey tried to scramble past her, clearly wanting to get off the plane as quickly as possible. Jill imagined that Hailey was excited to finally be in her dream destination.
Not entirely understanding why, Jill allowed Hailey past her first and she practically doubled over the moment she felt a small spurt escape her bladder. It was getting more and more difficult to hold, but Jill was determined to make it to a toilet. She practically scrambled into the plane's aisle herself, and she waddled off the plane. Only one of the flight attendants seemed to give her a funny look, but Jill ignored it.
Jill was nervous once she entered the airport, unsure of exactly what the layout would be. She frantically looked around and nearly bolted across the terminal when she spotted the bathrooms. It was sheer luck that her gate was directly across the way. Jill knew that she didn't have very long at all, and just as she made it to the other side she realized that there was a long line. She turned herself around quickly and spotted a sign for bathrooms further along the way, but only managed a few steps in that direction before freezing.
There were few moments that Jill could say her life seemed to move entirely in slow motion, but this was one of them. She had nearly no awareness of what was happening until it was. In hindsight, Jill could suppose that she was originally aware, but it was so embarrassing that she didn't want to consider the possibility of it all.
The entire scenario had started off slow – the initial steps towards the other bathroom and her sudden freezing. Jill had felt the sharp ache of her bladder and had been silently relieved by the equally fast relief that was twinged with the slight throb of an aching muscle. It took a few moments longer for her brain to catch up with her in the post-relief fog to realize that her crotch was very warm and heating up at a speed she hadn't fully anticipated.
Her panties filled quickly, her pee pooling considerably in its decidedly slow dribble before finally the dam burst and everything started to overflow. The pee that had settled itself in her crotch spilled through the fabric as she couldn't stop the hot rivers running down both sides of her legs. Jill's eyes filled with equally hot tears as she dared to look down at the floor to see an ever-growing yellow puddle at her soaked feet, and she looked up in horror to see that she had an audience.
The other people in the terminal either outright stared at her with wide-open mouths or would take one look in her direction and quickly scurry off. Jill wasn't sure which reaction was worse.
When Jill finally managed to stop peeing, her bladder finally relieved of itself, her attention was momentarily drawn away from her puddle when she heard a surprised, "Oh!" She looked up to see a frazzled woman standing half-in, half-out of a nearby doorway, holding a large bag in one hand and the small hand of a toddler in the other. The woman's eyes lingered only on the puddle for a moment before she hauled her bag onto her shoulder and seemingly lifted the toddler onto her hip with the other at the same time. She quickly approached Jill, very carefully stepping around the puddle and putting an arm around Jill's shoulders. When the woman tugged Jill in the direction of the door she had just come out of, Jill let her.
"Are yeh aww right, there?" the woman asked Jill with an accent that Jill wasn't fully prepared for just yet.
"I just…" Jill could feel the tears threatening to fall, her words exceptionally shakey. She twisted herself to look back at the puddle still in the middle of the floor helplessly. "I thought I could make it to the toilets down the way."
"Is aww right," the woman said gently. "Ah've been there myself when I had this wee little bairn right here."
"But I'm not even a mother! I should have been able to make it!" Jill cried, not paying attention to where the woman was bringing her.
"So yeh have to be a mother to have an accidental wee on yerself? Tell me, where were yeh coming from?"
"I was coming from Atlanta."
"Then yeh've had a long flight. Bit of a long time to be sittin' on one of them tin cans when yeh don't know when yeh can get up and when yeh have to sit down," the woman replied with a gentle pat on Jill's shoulder. The woman released her hold on Jill and gestured with her hand for Jill to look around. Jill was surprised to find herself in a very spacious room with a toilet and what looked to be a large changing table nearby. "I think yeh'd have a better time getting yerself sorted in here. Lots of space to get yerself comfortable."
Jill was completely speechless, unsure of what to do or what to say. The woman seemed to understand Jill's loss of words and gave her a slight wave before departing the room like a ghost. Jill practically launched herself across the room to lock the door behind her before feeling bad that she didn't even get a chance to thank the woman.
Taking a few deep breaths, Jill walked towards the mirror to take a look at her reflection. She was only slightly alarmed to see that her legs were completely darkened from her accident. When Jill spun around to investigate the back of herself, she could feel her intrigue growing at the fact her butt wasn't as entirely soaked as she expected it to be. She wiggled her toes in her shoes, curious to know what damage had been made, and while her toes were safe, it didn't appear the rest of her foot was dry. Jill was even more relieved that she had thought to pack more than one pair of shoes, and was glad she had a spare in her carry-on.
Wanting to move along with her day, Jill decided to push aside the niggling and overly familiar sensation in her belly and set about cleaning herself up. She was entirely humiliated, but yet again, she was once again slightly aroused. Was it from being embarrassed or was it from the fact she just peed herself in front of a ton of strangers she didn't know? Jill wasn't remotely sure what triggered the feeling and had long since given up on trying to figure it out.
"This is so going in my diary," she muttered to herself, not wanting to admit that she wanted to add a more recent entry just to figure things out on her own. Jill jumped when her phone suddenly started ringing and the display showed Alice's name and photo. Jill groaned, letting the call go to voice-mail before she unlocked it to send a quick text saying that she would call in a few minutes.
Jill set her phone on the ledge of the sink and proceeded to open her backpack to pull out her spare clothes. She cursed inwardly when she spotted the very first thing stuffed at the top of her bag – an item that she hadn't dared add herself and accompanied with a note.
"Just in case you need them," Jill read the note out loud to herself. "There's a few more in your suitcase. Don't be afraid to use them. Have a nice holiday, Xo, Alice."
It took everything in Jill's power to not start crying again out of frustration. She should have just quit being stubborn and worn one, but she didn't feel the need. With hot tears once again forming in her eyes, Jill pushed through her bag to search for dry panties, but found herself going back to the pull ups. After all, if she couldn't keep herself dry, something that Alice knew very well, then perhaps she needed to be in the pull ups. Panties were for girls who didn't have public accidents, the voice in her head said.
Without further hesitation, Jill took off her wet clothing and tossed it in the sink, dried herself off with paper towels, and pulled the pull up on. Jill glanced at herself in the mirror and immediately turned red before changing into a fresh pair of pants and socks. She begrudgingly reached back into her bag and pulled out her Crocs that she hadn't planned to let see the light of day outside of her hotel room. A part of her wished that she had decided to wear them right from the start.
Feeling as though she had spent far too long in the borrowed bathroom, Jill quickly found a plastic bag in her backpack and shoved her wet clothing inside. With a groan, she stuffed everything back into her backpack, grabbed her phone, and prepared herself for the call that she didn't want to make. When she departed the room, she reluctantly pressed the call button on Alice's missed call.
The phone only rang twice before Alice picked up.
"You've made it!" Alice practically screamed out on the other side of the phone. "How was the flight? Did everything go all right? Are you on your way to the hotel?" Alice continued on with her questioning for what felt like an eternity before Jill could even dare start to say a word.
"Well," Jill said slowly, shifting her backpack anxiously on her shoulders. Jill frowned when she spotted that a poor janitor was currently cleaning the puddle she had made. A sudden thought struck her when she realized that she wished she could just start a completely new life where no one would ever know her. As she watched the janitor for a few minutes, the idea started to sound more and more appealing, but she had time to consider it. "I guess let me start at the beginning." With a new thought in mind and a desire to get even further away than she was, Jill made her way towards customs as she recounted her flight to Alice. She had a holiday to get through and enjoy, and despite being unsure of everything, she was determined to make the best of it.
Edited December 28, 2022 by SelenaFox
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I am still in a bit of a fetish mood so I got around to writing that longer story that I was originally going to write the other day but which I felt was longer so I did the tickle monster one instead. I probably made the right decision because this turned out to be one of my longer stories and has been on my list, my priority list, for over a year.
I have to admit this is probably one of my grosser desperation stories, and be forewarned it contains peeing and pooping and poop desperation and pee desperation, so if that's not your cup of tea you might want to skip this one. This one actually was inspired like so many of my stories by an experience I had when I was younger when I went to a festival up state and they had this disgusting outhouse, where it was basically just sort of like a six hole outhouse where they are this plank with like six holes in it and you could see the asses of other people looking at the other side just like in the story. It was probably the most disgusting and least private bathroom situation I had ever been in, and unfortunately just like my character in the story I had to do both pee and poop and people did definitely watch me, so definitely a humiliating and highly memorable experience even all these years later that I am sure probably influenced the development of my fetish in some way, although I'm not going to analyze that in too much detail because it's probably better left unexamined!
But yeah this is one of those more gross out kind of stories that basically has one of those cringe worthy desperate situations. I think everybody has considered the possibility of having to use a cringe worthy toilet or go on holding it and have to make that decision and this was that time in my life when unfortunately I had to make that decision and ultimately could not hold it all day. At least I got a good story out of the experience! In my own experience I was much younger and I didn't get in this elaborate confrontation like with the women in the story, but I thought that that would make for added drama, and I think that ultimately it ended up working out well as this story had a lot of tension that is finally relieved at the end, pun intended!
Readers of my first novella The Great Locked Ladies Room Caper will perhaps recognize the characters of Jack and James from that book. And speaking of novellas I am in the process of reading and editing The Bathroom War on the Tour, my full book length treatment of my tour guide story so hopefully I will get around to publishing that sometime in the near future, can't say exactly when, but I am making progress with that at least. In the meantime enjoy this following story about desperation caused by a gross outhouse! Also can be read in my blog https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/10899.html
The Desperate Outhouse Horror
Jill, Jack and James had been driving for a while and finally they had arrived at the festival that was deep out in the country that seemed like it was in the middle of nowhere. They had been driving for several hours and they hadn't seen any rest stops for at least 50 or 100 miles, just acres and acres of uninterrupted corn growing in every direction.
Jill never liked admitting that she had to go to the bathroom when she was with Jack and James because going to the bathroom for her always seemed to be an ordeal. And the three of them were legendary for their love of toilet humor but it always made it awkward when you were the one who had to go to the bathroom, as if Jill had to go to the bathroom she would never hear the end of it.
When they finally arrived at their destination however they were all thinking the same thing, it had been a long time since they had a bathroom break and they could all use one. Fortunately Jill would be able to use the ladies room without having the guys give her a hard time about it as it wasn't like they could follow her in there.
"Where are the restrooms around here," Jack asked somebody who pointed off in the direction to what looked like a wooden structure. "Looks really rustic."
"Christ we are out in the middle of nowhere, I wonder if they even have running water or indoor plumbing here," Jill said. She hadn't used many outhouses in her life and she didn't really relish having to use one again but she knew sometimes a lot of these events out in the country had less than ideal accommodations. Fortunately she had usually been in a place where there were clean public toilets as she could be a little bit fussy about toilets that were less than clean or private.
As they approached the wooden structure that apparently was the bathroom they could see a sign that was made of wood that just showed a man and a woman standing next to each other, indicating that it seemed to be a unisex restroom, which certainly didn't thrill Jill either he was hoping that in a unisex bathroom maybe there would be a premium on privacy in the stalls themselves.
As soon as they walked in they had to admit that it smelled less than pleasant and they could hear the sound of flies buzzing around the place.
"Damn this place stinks," James said as they look to see what looked like three stalls back to back with another three stalls basically just in the center of the entire building.
"Does this place even have running water?" Jill said looking around to see no sign of running water, not even a sign of any kind of sinks to wash her hands afterwards.
"This bathroom just has a communal pit," a rather large woman said as she came over. "My name is Brenda by the way."
"A communal pit?" Jill said. "You mean that they don't even have flushing toilets here?"
"Yeah this is totally not the nicest bathroom situation, I'm Emily by the way," another woman said.
"And I'm Jennifer," another woman said as the three of them appeared to all be waiting on one side of the enclosure for the three stalls while men were coming in and out of the stalls on the other side. "Unfortunately it's kind of a unisex bathroom but generally the guys go on that side and we go on this side. But basically the entire toilet system is just a plank with three holes on each side leading into a communal pit."
"Gross," Jill said. Although she had to go to the bathroom the idea of sitting on a plank taking a piss into a communal pit didn't really sound very appealing. And although there were dividers between the stalls and doors it looked as though it wasn't the most private situation. She was thinking that if she was going to go she would wait a little while and maybe come back when there was no one else there. She could see that even the stalls were made of wood and it seemed as though several of the stalls had holes in them through which it would be quite easy to see somebody going and doing their business, which in a unisex restroom was even more unforgivable.
Reluctantly Jill got in line with the other three women who were all waiting for the stalls on their side of the divide to open up. The guys quickly went on the other side and relieves themselves and Jill was tempted to go over to their side. However she didn't really feel like she wanted to use the bathroom while the guys were there at all or while anyone was there for that matter.
Soon Brenda, Emily and Jennifer were occupying the three stalls leaving Jill on the outside. As she stood there waiting Jack and James waved her over.
"What is it," Jill said, not exactly worried about losing her place in line, in fact she wasn't even sure if she wanted to use the toilet right at that particular moment in time while the bathroom was quite crowded.
Jack and James continued waving her over and they looked like they had big smiles on their faces and were trying hard not to laugh.
"What is so funny," Jill said as Jack and James put their fingers over their mouths indicating that she should be quiet.
Jack opened the toilet stall door on the side that the men were using and pointed in the hole in the ground.
"So it's a hole in the ground, big deal, what's so special about that," Jill said.
"Look closer," James said as Jill looked in the pit of the toilet and she could see the ass of what looked like Brenda on the other side and she was doing more than just having a quick pee.
"Shit you can actually see everything," Jill said finding this admittedly very amusing as the two guys were pointing at Brenda's fat ass on the other side of the stall. The stalls were back to back and it seemed like the holes were just one big hole so they were practically ass cheek to ass cheek with the women on the other side, or would be if the guys actually had to sit down, which to their great fortune they did not have to because that was a toilet that Jill didn't really think that anybody would want to sit on sort of an emergency.
Jack and James found it hard to quit laughing as Jill continued staring at Brenda doing her business, which she could see perfectly, and was finding the whole situation hilarious. They had had humorous pranks in the bathroom before between the three of them but this certainly took the cake.
"What the hell are you guys doing," Jennifer said as she came up behind them surprising all of them when she looked ahead and she could see all of them staring at Brenda's ass plopping away in the hole of the other toilet.
"What's going on over here," Emily said as she joined them.
"They're peeping at Brenda going to the bathroom," Jennifer said. "Gross!"
"Hey they were the ones who were showing it to me," Jill said acting as though she were innocent even though they could see that she was still clearly staring at Brenda dropping a few logs off in the pit, at which point Jill couldn't help but burst out laughing as Jack and James couldn't help but snicker. Jill knew that was a stupid thing to do but she couldn't help herself as this was probably the most hilarious thing she had ever seen in her entire life.
As the three of them continued laughing all of the sudden they saw Brenda's ass lift up from the hole before a few pieces of toilet paper dropped into the pit below.
"That's so perverted and gross," Emily said shaking her head.
"What is everybody laughing about over here," Brenda said waddling over.
"These three were looking at you taking a dump by looking into the hole on the other side," Jennifer said.
"You were watching me poop!" Brenda said looking annoyed and disgusted and also blushing.
"I didn't know what I was going to be looking at, they were the ones who waved me over to come and see it," Jill said trying to take the pressure off of her.
"You look like you were taking a pretty good look, in fact when I came by you were the one who was doing most of the staring," Jennifer said as Jill felt increasingly uncomfortable about the fact that they had been caught red handed having a little bit of fun at Brenda's expense.
"Why would you even want to be watching me like that," Brenda said. "Would you like it if I watched you while you were going?"
"I don't think that you would want to see Jill going to the bathroom," James said as he burst out laughing.
"Shut up!" Jill said now getting aggravated over the fact that she was put in this extremely awkward situation because of them. "I don't think I would even want to go to the bathroom in a disgusting place like this!" It was kind of a lie though because she could feel that she actually had to pee noticeably.
"Well good I hope that we don't see you in this bathroom all day then," Brenda said putting her hands on her hips as Jennifer and Emily stood there at her side in solidarity.
"Come on, let's get out of here," James said as Jack and Jill followed behind as the three women stood there glaring at them angrily.
"Did you see that big fat woman like that, she was totally pissed off," Jack said. "It was so hilarious seeing her just dropping one out like that, one right after the other, I mean what the hell did she eat, I can't believe that there is like no privacy in those bathrooms."
"It is not funny guys, we got caught in the act and now they think that we are some kind of perverted perverts," Jill said.
"Come on Jill you know it was funny, you were laughing just as much as anyone and I think you probably got the longest look at her," James said.
"You guys are so immature," Jill said shaking her head and sticking out her tongue.
"Well that's the pot calling the kettle black," Jack said.
"Whatever it's over and it's done, so let's just enjoy the festival and forget about this entire incident," James said.
Jill shook her head and figured that they should probably try to put the embarrassing incident behind them. With any luck they wouldn't run into those three women again for the rest of the day since it was a large festival. It was embarrassing and awkward but Jill had to admit she couldn't deny that it was hilarious seeing Brenda plopping one out like that, it would have been great if she had gotten some kind of video of that, but that probably would be taking things too far.
They started mingling around the festival for a while and everything was okay but Jill realized that she had to pee more than she thought she did and she was starting to feel a little bit antsy. She didn't relish the idea of trying to use that disgusting pit toilet, but as the day went on and food and drinks were served at the festival Jill was finding that her desperation was growing, and not just pee. She was feeling betrayed by her own biology and whatever she had to do at that point she knew it was certainly not going to be dainty and feminine when she did it.
"It will be a cold day in hell before I crap in an outhouse, especially a disgusting filthy one like that where you can see everything on display from the other side," Jill said to herself as she realized that the pressure in her bladder was building. She didn't want to take a crap but she figured if she could pee hopefully that would be all she would end up doing and she could get out of there really quickly without anybody potentially seeing her on the other side.
"Hey Jill, we saw some people that we know, we're going to go chat with them, think you'll be okay here for a while," Jack said.
"Yeah I think I'll be perfectly fine," Jill said realizing this was her opening. She could go visit the bathroom without the guys even knowing, an ideal situation.
As soon as the guys were out of sight Jill started making a beeline towards the most unappealing bathroom she had ever come across but under the circumstances she didn't feel she had much of a choice. She looked carefully to make sure the guys weren't watching her and she started sprinting towards the bathroom but then when she saw the entrance hanging around outside she saw Brenda, Jennifer and Emily.
"What the hell are they doing hanging around outside of the bathroom still," Jill said. Surely they hadn't been waiting around all day by the entrance to the bathroom. She subtly crossed her legs and shook her head. "I guess I'll just wait until they leave, hopefully it won't be long."
Jill stood there for about 15 minutes and they still weren't leaving. Why were they hanging around the bathroom like that? She decided that she had better not just stand around looking like she was staring at them but it was too late, she could see that they were looking over in her direction, and that was when she started walking away.
Jill came back about 10 minutes later and the pressure in her bladder now becoming extremely urgent to the point where all she could think about was taking a piss, and annoyingly she felt like the longer she put that off the more chances it would be that she would end up having to do more than simply take a quick piss, the absolute last thing that she would want to do.
She looked around and she didn't see any sign of the three women so she started gradually making her way towards the bathroom, but just as she was approaching the entrance that's when she saw the three women standing there, and this time they made direct eye contact with her, and could see her and started walking towards her.
She figured that the best response was to be totally nonchalant and try not to make things awkward.
"Hey if it isn't the bathroom peeper," Brenda said as she came over with Jennifer and Emily. "What you doing over here?"
"Hey guys what happened before, it was mostly my friends, I really didn't know what they wanted me to look at and I thought it was totally gross and inappropriate and immature of them," Jill said. She had to admit that now she was having trouble ignoring the increasing pressure in her bladder, and the fact that she was now being confronted with the three people that were the last people she wanted to see wasn't making that any better, in fact the nervousness was starting to give her stomach cramps.
"Yeah but you were the one who was looking, when we came over you were the one who was staring directly at Brenda's posterior, did you find it like attractive or something," Jennifer said.
"No, of course not," Jill said.
"So you think that my ass is ugly?" Brenda said.
"I didn't say that either, it's just, can we just let this whole thing go and let bygones be bygones," Jill said really not wanting to get in an argument right at the moment with the mounting pressure inside of her.
"Don't stress out, you look like something is stressing you," Brenda said with a fiendishly evil smirk that told Jill she knew exactly what was up.
"You know it's just that the festival can be really exhausting and everything," Jill said.
"Yeah it's a pretty long festival isn't it, we've all been eating and drinking so much we had to make another trip to the bathroom," Brenda said laughing.
"How unfortunate, because that's a real nasty ass bathroom," Jill said as the three other women laughed along with her, but she wasn't quite sure if they were laughing with her so much as at her and her current situation that they were clearly all fully aware of.
Emily smiled. "Well hey when you gotta go you gotta go, and a long festival like this with all the food and drinking, kinda hard to go the entire day without using the bathroom, however unappealing that bathroom may be."
"Yeah, I mean why don't they provide more privacy with these bathrooms, we could have avoided that entire awkward situation," Jill said.
"Yeah I mean seriously, who designs bathrooms that are just a plank in the ground with three holes on one side with three holes on the other side where you can look directly in and see another person's ass," Brenda said.
"Well hey it's not like anybody took a picture or anything," Jill said really wished and she could get away from this situation and finding it hard not to be looking off at the bathroom in a longing way. "My friends are really immature, you're lucky they didn't start peeing and aiming for your ass!"
"Now that would have been embarrassing, although you and your friends probably would have thought it was freaking hilarious," Brenda said now suddenly getting all confrontational with her as she reached into her pocket and took out her phone. "My phone has really good video imaging, could have gotten a really funny video probably."
"Yeah but who wants to hang out at a bathroom all day," Jill said practically wanting to run to the bathroom because now her bowels and bladder were both screaming out, the absolute worst case scenario, a total bathroom emergency like she didn't believe was even possible.
"I don't know, it's a pretty good place as it's pretty much in the middle of the festival and you can see the whole place from here," Jennifer said.
"So you mean you guys have been hanging out by the bathroom all day," Jill said barely able to stand still because she had to go to the bathroom so bad.
Brenda laughed.
"What's so funny?" Jill asked.
"It's just that the whole bathroom thing has gotten a whole lot of use, people eating and drinking all day, that pit must be getting awfully full," Brenda said. "I mean I know there are some people who just will not use that bathroom no matter how badly they have to go, but sometimes you just can't help it, sometimes you have to go so bad that it just becomes intolerable, know what I mean?"
"Yeah," Jill said meekly realizing that Brenda basically had her in the exact situation that she wanted her in and the exact last situation that she didn't want to be in.
"Is something the matter, you look really antsy, like you want to go somewhere," Brenda said trying to hide her widening smile.
Jill thought that she should probably think of some convincing lie of some kind, anything that would get her out of this situation. Surely they couldn't be waiting by the bathroom all day, at some point they would leave, they weren't going to spend their entire day at the festival just standing vigil over the bathrooms were they?
"Actually I was kind of wondering where the –" Jill said not exactly sure what she would be looking for the festival.
"Were you wondering where the souvenir stands are," Brenda said.
"Yeah the souvenir stands," Jill said. She really didn't have any idea where they were but she figured maybe if they gave her directions she could act like she was getting out of there and maybe find another bathroom, if there was one, even if it was equally unappealing as the first one.
"Hey Brenda what are you doing," another woman said as she came over with two other women.
"Oh hey Kim I was just giving my good friend here, what was your name?" Brenda asked.
"Jill," Jill said trying to focus all of her concentration on ignoring the fact that her insides were tying in knots over how bad she had to go to the bathroom.
"Jill just wanted to know where the souvenir stands were," Brenda said.
"They are all the way on the other side of the park, but I could show her where it is, why don't we all take a little walk over there," Kim said. "By the way these are Lacey and Patricia."
Jill sort of waved to all of the women and now found she was surrounded by six women, six women who probably knew what had happened earlier in the bathroom between her and Brenda. Reluctantly Jill started following them to the other side of the festival grounds where the souvenir stands were. And that was when Jill saw what she thought was her salvation.
"Hey it's a bunch of porta potties," Patricia said. "Those are a lot better than using that disgusting outhouse where everybody can see what you are doing."
When Patricia said that she looked directly at Jill and that was how Jill knew that all of them were fully aware of what had happened with her and Brenda earlier in the bathroom.
Brenda walked over to the porta potties and it appeared that they were all locked. "Well too bad, it looks like they are locked."
Jill practically wanted to cry as her chances of using a semi private bathroom where she could hide from Brenda and her friends was all but lost at that moment.
"You know I think I could really use a piss myself," Lacey said.
"Well guess we had better get back to the outhouse then," Brenda said looking at Jill with a smile that said if you think you're going back to the outhouse alone think again.
Jill didn't know why she was following with this group of women that she would desperately like to get away from, except she knew her only chance of using the bathroom in a private manner was if she could find some way to get all of these women away from the bathroom, until she could find some way to do that she was basically their prisoner, or rather her bladder and bowels were their prisoners.
As they approached the outhouse Jill was practically unable to disguise the fact that she had to go extremely bad. As the seven of them all approached the bathroom Jill felt like she was practically ready to explode at both openings and she could barely contain herself.
"Hey do you guys think that perhaps you can stand guard," Lacey said glancing briefly at Jill before looking towards what appeared to be unoccupied toilets.
"Yeah we certainly wouldn't want anyone peeping at you would we," Brenda said once again looking at Jill in an obvious and accusing manner.
All of the women ended up using the bathroom with always at least one or two on the outside standing guard, except of course for Jill, who had no intention of using the bathroom while those women were keeping their eyes trained upon her like hawks.
"Well I guess we are all feeling better now aren't we," Brenda said as the six other women in the bathroom were smiling and looking rather content. "So has everybody who needed to use the bathroom used the bathroom?"
Jill was practically ready to cry at this point and she could only hope that there was some kind of mercy now that they had been torturing her this far. She figured that maybe she had suffered enough.
"You know you don't have to stand guard for me, I think that I will be fine on my own," Jill said as the women all sort of snickered.
"Oh well by all means go ahead, we will stand guard for you," Brenda said.
At this point Jill was clearly crossing her legs and grabbing herself both front and back and it was obvious that she needed to do a pretty big production.
"You know it's okay, I am totally fine on my own," Jill said as she could see all of the six women in the bathroom with her smiling.
Brenda shook her head. "You know Jill I insist."
Jill was practically fighting tears. "Look Brenda I am totally sorry about what my friends did earlier, I'm sorry I peeked at you in the bathroom, I really didn't mean to, it was a stupid thing, I really hope we can put it behind us, and trust me you would not want to see me, well you wouldn't want to see me –" Jill couldn't even finish the sentence, she was so embarrassed to even bring it up.
The six women standing around couldn't help but laugh and smirk.
"Look Jill if you have to go by all means go to the bathroom," Brenda said.
Jill knew that she couldn't hold it a second longer and she could see that those women were not going to be leaving the bathroom as she saw what looked like a crowd of women approaching the bathroom. Reluctantly she started racing those women to the stalls and she ended up getting the middle stall, the stall that she least preferred under the circumstances, surrounded on all sides both front and back, as well as side to side, quickly jerked down her pants and slammed her ass down on the hole that somehow qualified as a bathroom and she almost fell in because the hole was so wide even for her rather ample posterior.
As Jill sat there feeling that she was about ready to explode a curious thing happened. Nothing that is. She sat there waiting for nature to take its course but nothing was happening. She desperately wanted to release but she knew that she couldn't as she heard the sounds of other women hissing and plopping, in fact she felt she could almost feel a little bit of splash back that made her cringe.
As Jill looked at the stall door she could see the feet of other women waiting outside the stall she simply gritted her teeth and hopefully waited for everybody to finish up. Once all of the women in the other stalls had finished going Jill tried her best to relax but she still couldn't let herself release.
"Hey is something the matter in there," Brenda said as she knocked on the stall door. "You've been in there long time Jill."
"Christ I need a piss," James said.
"Me too," Jack said and right behind her Jill could hear the sound of loud hissing piss going into the pit behind her knowing that Jack and James were relieving themselves and probably doing so while looking at her ass.
"Everything okay in there Jill," Brenda said knocking on the stall door again as Jill sat there grabbing herself trying to let go but totally failing.
"I need privacy to go," Jill shouted.
"I fully understand, but fortunately I don't need privacy in order to go, as you well know, even though I would very much prefer it, but not everybody cares about my wishes in that instance," Brenda said as Jill saw her feet disappear from under the stall door and heard what sounded like the stall door on the other side behind her opening up.
"What's going on," Jill said now literally vibrating as she struggled to let herself release.
"I gotta go," Brenda said as Jill's heard the sound of a loud hissing piss followed by loud plopping noises right behind her as Brenda relieved herself. "Wow that felt good! You know Jill, considering how badly you have to go I don't see anything coming out on this end."
Jill was about to say something when all of the sudden she finally let loose with everything she had inside of her as she grabbed the sides of the stall and started letting out a loud moaning noises as she felt her bladder and bowels release like never before, and she started crying tears of joy to finally release all of that which she had been suppressing the entire day.
When she had finally finished and made use of what little toilet paper they had in the stall she came out and she saw Brenda and all of her friends along with Jack and James standing there giving her a standing ovation.
"How much did you see and how long were you here," Jill said blushing and cringing.
"We all got front row seats," Brenda said as everyone began laughing.
This was the absolute most mortifying moment of Jill's life, and she had never felt more exhausted, she had never had to go to the bathroom that bad before and she felt like she had lost 10 pounds. At that point she figured that she was thoroughly licked, so she simply shook her head, shrugged her shoulders, took a bow and once again received another standing ovation as she slinked out of the outhouse not making eye contact with anybody and looking at the floor the entire time until they were out of sight.
"So I will be the one to say it, you gave a better performance than Brenda," James said on the drive home right before he received a thorough slap from Jill. "I suppose I had that coming."
"Stop the car," Jill said.
"Why?" Jack said.
"Let's just say I have an encore performance and this place better have running water and soap, and neither of you has tickets to that performance," Jill said as they stopped at the rest stop as Jill stormed off to the bathroom as Jack and James laughed long into the night. |
This is intended as an anthology series, exploring woman and their bladders in several (probably not literally 80!) different countries. Hope you enjoy!
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London, United Kingdom
25-year old singing sensation Amber Moon, better known by her stage name Aluna Sky, scrolled through Instagram once more. Nothing had changed since she last checked it two minutes ago, bar a few thousand more likes on her most recent post and several comments, mostly from girls saying how much they loved her, and creepy men saying how much they wanted to shag her. Amber always found it an odd way to try and proposition someone - she doubted many people would be wooed by a comment like the one she had from BrexitFred69 saying 'You're voice is shite but I'd still fuck you all night long'. The poor grammar alone was an instant ick, putting aside the insult and his presumption that she'd be interested in sleeping with him. Her train of thought was interrupted by her driver, a quiet, elderly man called George.
"I'm afraid traffic is pretty bad on the M25, looks like it's going to be a close one," the man called back to her.
Amber sighed audibly and thanked the driver for the update. She'd just flown into Heathrow, ready for her big homecoming gig at the O2. She'd been touring Europe for the last few months and she was ready for some time off after this concert. She sipped on her lemon tea, which slightly soothed her throat, red raw after two months of non-stop singing, autograph signings, late night parties, sleepless coach journeys. It had been quite a meteoric rise to fame for Aluna Sky. After gaining a following on TikTok, posting Adele covers while bored during the 2020 Covid lockdown, she'd recorded and released an album by May 2021, which shot straight to Number One of the charts in several countries. In the space of just over two years, her life was now completely different. She'd said goodbye to the tiny flat in Milton Keynes which she shared with her mum and younger brother, and hello to a penthouse in central London, with the most spectacular view of the Thames. Tired from last nights concert in Madrid, Amber drifted off to sleep.
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Amber awoke roughly an hour later to a chorus of beeping from cars all around her. Glancing at the driver's Sat-Nav, the road ahead was painted blood red, to signify heavy traffic.
"What happened?" Amber groaned.
"Big crash ahead of us, they reckon it should be cleared up soon but we've not moved at all for 45 minutes," George grimly informed her.
Amber moaned, and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She was acutely aware that it had been a while since she'd used the toilet. About four hours to be exact. Now, a bottle of water and a flask of lemon tea sat in her bladder, patiently awaiting their cue to leave. Her eyes darted back towards the Sat-nav, which predicted they'd be at the O2 in 90 minutes. As if in protest, Amber's bladder sent a wave of desperation to her brain, to make sure she'd prioritise finding a toilet.
"Is there any chance we can stop at the next service station?" Amber asked.
George shook his head. "I'm afraid not, we're already very behind schedule as it is, and I have another job straight after this one."
Amber nodded, and resumed her Instagram scrolling, hoping it would take her mind off her ever growing need. She was used to holding it. The toilet on her tour coach was so grim, she'd only used it twice, both times when she'd been absolutely bursting. It didn't feel like a proper concert unless she arrived to the venue on the verge of wetting herself. But she always made it. So far.
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The clock turned 8:30pm, half an hour after the concert was meant to start, and Amber could finally see the O2 stadium appear. She'd switched her phone off, she kept getting messages from angry fans asking where she was. Despite tweeting that she was stuck in traffic, people didn't seem to understand that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. As for her bladder, it felt as though it was begging for relief, her predicament made worse by George's erratic driving, seemingly in a hurry to get to his next engagement. She'd contemplated asking him if he minded if she peed in the back of the car - her empty tea flask had been tantalising her since Junction 7. But she didn't know George super well, and she didn't trust him not to sell the story of one of the biggest popstars in the world urinating in the back of his car to 'The Sun'.
"Here you go ma'am," George exclaimed as he pulled up to the artists entrance to the O2. He caught a glimpse of Amber's very full bladder, and the look of pain on her face. "Blimey you really do have to go don't you?"
Amber nodded gingerly, and could barely muster a thank you. A member of her entourage was there to greet her and take her bags.
"Fuck man, you've got to get on quickly, the fans are getting very restless," he said, once they were inside the backstage area, seemingly oblivious to Amber's situation.
"Mike, I need to go to the toilet first," Amber replied, barely able to walk in a straight line.
"You don't have time, the toilets are all the way on the other side, and you've already been introduced," Mike sheepishly explained.
Amber wanted to cry, and her bladder responded similarly, letting a drop of pee leak into her red panties with this news.
"You don't understand, I will wet myself on stage," Amber was beside herself with desperation at this point, not able to stand still.
Her band had got an early flight, and were already on stage, playing the introduction to her most famous song. Sensing defeat, Amber shot Mike a dagger, and headed on, making sure not to miss her cue. The audience screamed as the immaculate Aluna Sky danced onto the stage, her perfect blonde hair swaying in time with the beat, and wearing her classic short denim skirt, red t-shirt and black leather jacket combo. As Amber launched into her hit 'Only You', she almost forgot her bladder troubles. She was confidence personified, as she smiled, hitting the high notes effortlessly. It was as though she'd hit a switch, and her bladder no longer needed to be emptied. The crowd were mesmerised by her every note as Aluna Sky flawlessly hit every note, with every ounce of passion that she felt when she wrote the chords down. The adrenaline lasted kept her going through the up-tempo 'Friday Night Feeling' and the ballad 'Last Dance in Brixton', and before too long, Amber had completely forgot about her full to bursting bladder.
"RIght guys, I think you're gonna enjoy this one. This one is for anyone who's ever been in love with the wrong person, it's called 'Holding On'!" Amber smiled at her adoring audience, who responded with cheers as she prepared to play one of her biggest hits.
The guitar sting began, and Amber immediately felt her bladder again. The balloon of liquid inside her which had been dormant was now making its presence known once more, and she fought to regain her composure, almost missing her cue in the progress.
"Another evening wasted," Aluna crooned, trying her best to stand still on the stage. "Waiting by the phone." The crowd were oblivious to her predicament, but Amber felt as though all eyes were staring at her, waiting for the cascade of urine that was desperate to escape.
"You told me you'd be home by midnight, but I'm sleeping all alone," her voice cracked slightly, ignoring the urgent signals from her bladder. "You told me I'm a psycho, but you're just so good in bed," Aluna missed her last note as a dribble of wee ran down her leg. "My friends tell me to leave you, but I can't get you out my head." As she crescendoed towards the chorus, her bladder could take no more.
"Cause I'm hooooooooooolding onnnnnnnnnnn to youuuuuuuuuuuu!" Aluna belted the chorus, trying her best to ignore the fact she was wetting herself in front of 20,000. A torrent of pee pattered against the floor of the stage, slowly soaking her denim skirt and high heels. The gasps of people in the audience were accompanied by some wrong notes from the band, who were equally shocked at what they were seeing. "But I wish you loved me tooooooooo," Aluna continued, stifling back sobs, whilst the pee continued to pool at her feet. She didn't finish the song. Overwhelmed by the situation, she ran backstage, hiding her face as tears ran down. The crowd booed as they sensed that this was the end of the concert, just three and a half songs into the evening. Alone, and out of sight, she slumped to the floor, and sighed as she fully emptied her bladder, in the knowledge that she was a laughing stock.
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Amber sat alone in her dressing room, post shower, dressing gown on. She had turned her phone off, she'd read enough hateful and creepy messages for one evening. It would take a lot to recover from this. Bruce, her agent, came and sat down next to her.
"Cheer up. Fergie pissed herself on stage and she did alright," the Australian laughed.
Amber couldn't find a smile. "And yet we're still talking about it all this time later."
"Hey, just trying to think of positives," Bruce muttered. "So here's the plan. You go into hiding for a few months. Delete your social media accounts, make people really worry about you. Then boom, new single, deprecating interview with Graham Norton, we're back to normal."
Amber nodded. Bruce always knew best. The silence was pierced by a knock on the door.
"Come in," Amber called out weakly. It was Mike, who'd refused to let her go to the toilet before the show. She turned away from him, partly from anger, and partly from shame.
"Hey, erm, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I should have listened to you, I didn't realise how desperate you were, and erm, I'm sorry," Mike sheepishly apologised, staring at the floor for most of the time.
"Hey you fucking idiot, you cost us big here, we're gonna have to refund all these motherfuckers because you think you can tell one of the biggest pop stars on the planet when she can and can't fucking piss! Would you tell Beyonce she's not allowed to go for a fucking piss?" Mike shook his head. "Would you tell Dua Lipa she has to hold it in?" He shook his head again. "So why would you tell Aluna Sky she can't go for a piss?" Bruce roared.
"I'm sorry," Mike croaked.
"You're fucking fired," Bruce yelled. Amber refused to look in his direction, as the young man tearfully nodded, and left the room.
"So what now?" Amber asked.
"We go to your penthouse, order a shit load of pizza, and hide until they call a fucking search party on you," Bruce smiled. "Got a car waiting outside for you."
"Sounds perfect," Amber smiled, hugging her agent. "I'll be out in a sec."
"Where are you going?" Bruce asked.
"I'm dying for a wee," Amber smirked. |
Paris, France
27-year old Elodie Gasquet sipped her coffee, as she flicked through 'Le Monde'. It was much the same as usual, Covid-19 cases on the rise, fuel prices on the rise, the war in Ukraine still raging on. Only a story about the English popstar Aluna Sky pissing herself during a concert at the O2 broke up the depressing onslaught of articles about death, war and poverty. Elodie allowed herself a slight chuckle at the irony of her bladder giving up whilst she was performing 'Holding On'. Elodie wasn't a Paris native, hailing instead from Lyon. But today she had a job interview, with the people who wrote the words she digested with her overpriced croissant and coffee. After five years as a journalist with 'Le Progrès', a Lyon based newspaper, she was ready for a change. And what better change than to work for one of the biggest newspapers in France? She checked her phone, she had about an hour before the interview. Time for a nice walk to clear my head, Elodie thought. Heading to the bathroom, Elodie recoiled as she opened the stall. The toilet seat was covered in urine, and some inconsiderate arsehole had neglected to flush, leaving shit smeared loo paper inside the bowl. The smell alone was unbearable. Do they not clean after themselves in Paris? Elodie grimly thought to herself. Thankfully, she was only visiting the loo as she felt she may as well given she had time. She was by no means desperate, and would comfortably be able to wait until she got to Le Monde.
Elodie mentally ran through her notes as she walked along the Seine. Truthfully, she didn't really know what to expect. She'd not had an interview since she got her job as 'Le Progrès' five years ago. She frantically tried to remember every exaggeration she'd included in her cover letter, every detail she'd overindulged to pad out her CV. She checked her outfit once again - a navy blue suit complete with a white jumper, which was making her sweat lightly on a hotter-than-usual March morning. She took a long swig from her water bottle, as her mouth tended to get very dry when she was nervous. Speaking of nerves, she needed to pee for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. She knew it was mostly just a nervous reaction, but it still caused the short brunette some discomfort. Passing one of the many dull grey public toilets that lined Paris's streets, she thought about using it. But she knew from experience that they were fairly disgusting, and only to be used in dire situations.
Realising she was ahead of time, she stopped by the river. Pulling out her phone, she checked Google Maps to see if she was going the right way. Her phone agreed, predicting she'd make it to the offices with ten minutes to spare. A text came in from her boyfriend: "Good luck for the interview, you'll be amazing." Elodie smiled, and went to reply. Before she could press send, she gasped as two hooded teenagers raced passed, riding their bikes along the pavement. In shock after the second boy narrowly avoided crashing straight into her, Elodie let go of her phone, dropping it straight into the River Seine. "Fuck!!!!" Elodie yelled to no one in particular, as both boys had already cycled into the distance. She wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn't. It was time to compose herself. The phone could wait, now she just needed to focus on performing as well as she could in her interview.
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"Hello, my name is Elodie Gasquet, I have an interview at 11 today," Elodie panted. She was sweaty, stressed and she really needed the toilet. She was also late, struggling to find the building without the aid of Google Maps.
The receptionist looked disapprovingly at her. "The interview started five minutes ago, I will bring you through now."
Elodie debated asking whether she had time to use the bathroom, but she sensed that she shouldn't push her luck. The first part of her interview was a group task with the other applicants, and she didn't really know what to expect. It sounded like they didn't wait for her to arrive either, so she knew she'd be up against it.
"Mr Millot, here is Miss Gasquet," the stern receptionist announced, as Elodie sheepishly waved to a room with her three rivals, and Mr Millot, one of the editors.
"Ah Miss Gasquet, I see you've found us," Mr Millot went in for a handshake, his tone was warmer than she'd expected from an editor of a major newspaper. "You have 55 minutes to produce a mini newspaper with the other applicants. Sadly as you are late, you don't get to choose your story. All the information you need is on the desk there, just try your best!"
Elodie nodded and took a seat. Her bladder sloshed uncomfortably, filling rapidly with her earlier coffee and water bottle. She reviewed the information, she was stuck writing a story about water bills rising. Shifting around to find her most comfortable position, she started to dissect the sources in front of her, and planned her article.
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Elodie's legs were tightly crossed now, but she had at least finished her article. Writing about the cost of running water had proved to be an extra challenge for her bladder, which yearned for relief, but she knew she'd be able to see to her need very soon. Staring desperately at the clock, and squirming in her seat, Elodie was relieved to hear Mr Millot's voice. "Okay, that's your time, thank you all for your hard work!"
He grabbed a copy of their finished newspaper, and smiled as he skimmed it. "I will read through it now, then we'll call you for your individual interviews shortly!"
The four of them were ushered towards a sofa just outside of the reception area. Elodie couldn't help but notice one of the other applicants looked in quite a state, and her suspicions were confirmed when she overheard her speak to the receptionist: "Excuse me, where is the toilet?" The receptionist gestured towards a single person bathroom, which the slightly older lady practically ran towards.
"Is there another bathroom?" Elodie asked, trying her best not to dance on the spot.
The receptionist shook her head "I'm afraid visitors are only permitted to use this bathroom. Don't worry, I'm sure she won't be long," she added the second sentence after seeing the look of despair on Elodie's face.
Elodie grinned, although she suspected it looked more like a grimace. She sat down next to the other two candidates, instinctively reaching for her phone, before realising she didn't have that option anymore. Instead, she once again ran through her interview questions, whilst repeatedly checking to see if the bathroom door would open.
A wave of urgency hit Elodie, and she crossed her legs just that bit tighter to ensure that her white knickers remained dry. Without thinking, she lightly tapped her foot, and resisted the urge to openly hold herself. Elodie had foolishly finished another bottle of water during the interview, in an absent minded attempt to combat her dry mouth. She was paying the price now, with her bladder feeling very full indeed.
"Hey, I'm Richard by the way," a young man of a similar age to her went to shake her hand, snapping her out of her desperate stupor.
"Elodie," she grinned/grimaced, returning the handshake.
"So where are you coming from?" he asked.
As the two traded small talk, Elodie could barely hide her despair as the bathroom became available, only for the other remaining applicant to go and use it. The older woman returned, looking much more relieved, and sighing audibly as she sat down next to the two of them.
"Thank God for that, I thought I was going to have an accident," she chuckled. "You'll know what I mean when you have children," she added, smiling at Elodie.
Elodie laughed uncomfortably, desperately hoping for her pelvic floor muscles to remain strong. The three of them chatted, but soon after, Elodie was no longer able to focus on the conversation, instead being slowly driven insane by the locked bathroom door. The guy had been at least five minutes in there, and Elodie couldn't take it any more.
"Excuse me, is there another bathroom I can use? It's really urgent," Elodie asked the receptionist.
"I'm sorry, there is only one visitors toilet," she bluntly replied.
Elodie groaned, and took matters into her own hands, heading towards the bathroom. She knocked aggressively on the door.
"How long are you going to be?" she asked.
The man groaned. "I'm sorry, I must have eaten something bad. It's going to be a while."
Elodie almost screamed in frustration, but composed herself. As she returned to the sofa, Mr Millot was waiting.
"Miss Gasquet, would you like to come through?"
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It took all of her might not to wet herself in her seat as Mr Millot poured her a glass of water.
"So Miss Gasquet, tell us a bit about yourself?"
I'm on the verge of pissing myself in your office, Elodie thought to herself. In reality, she launched into a flustered answer, detailing her career so far whilst struggling to keep her talking speed down. Mr Millot and the other two journalists on the panel nodded in unison, seemingly impressed by her CV thus far.
"What can you bring to this job?"
A very, very full bladder. Elodie instead bluffed a response about how her work ethic would make her a valuable team player, and that she was always willing to go the extra mile to get a story. She'd started to hold herself under the table, and she hoped no one would notice.
"Where do you see yourself in five years time?"
Hopefully I'll have gone to the toilet by then. In truth, Elodie had no idea. Stumbling slightly, she eventually came up with an unconvincing response, claiming she'd be travelling the world as one of Le Monde's most valuable journalists. The panel of suits still seemed to like her answer, smiling at her lofty ambitions.
"What's your greatest weakness?"
The fact I just leaked a bit during that question. Indeed, Elodie blushed as a drop of urine escaped her quivering peehole, and she had to cross her legs with all her might to stop anymore coming out. Avoiding cliches, she admitted that she struggled with confidence early on in her career, but had been taking on public speaking engagements to help overcome this.
"How do you -----"
"I'm so sorry, but I have to go," Elodie exclaimed, running out of the room in tears. The desperation was too great. Her bladder burned intensely, and she knew she'd have wet herself if she'd stayed in the room. Before Mr Millot could say anything, she was gone. Running to the lobby toilet, she was aghast to find that the door was still locked. A long spurt reminded her she didn't have time to wait. Running out of the building before anyone could stop her, she turned into a side street. Pulling her blue suit trousers and white panties down, her plight was finally over. A jet of urine escaped her peehole, absolutely soaking the pavement. Elodie was too relieved to be embarrassed, not caring that anyone on that side of the building could look out of their window and see a tsunami exploding out of her urethra. She didn't care that her expensive suit trousers were now painted with specks of urine, nor that she was not going to get her dream job at Le Monde. This was relief like she'd never felt before in her life. After two minutes of almost orgasmic peeing, her bladder was empty. She put her head in her hands, trousers and knickers still round her ankles, and sobbed with relief, before her moment of peace was interrupted by a cough. It was the receptionist, looking more disapprovingly at her than ever.
"You left your bag inside." |
Tokyo, Japan
20-year old Mei Minuki overdramatically gasped, as she voluntarily released her achingly full bladder. Her pee splashed all over the wooden floorboards, with cameraman Takumi ready to capture every last drop. They were on the top floor of a warehouse in downtown Tokyo, and for Mei, it was her final shoot of the day. What had started as a side hustle was now Mei's full time career, and she had become a popular figure amongst the Omorashi community. Mei didn't even know what Omorashi was a few years ago. But she'd met a producer by chance in a bar, and had been persuaded to give it a chance. In truth, she quite enjoyed it, and it made her a decent amount of money, enough to move away from her disapproving parents.
"Okay, we've got it!" Kei called out, the demanding producer who Mei had met in the bar eighteen months ago. "Let's go."
"I'll just go and shower," Mei peeled her piss soaked knickers off, and removed her bra which had been covering her small but perky breasts. Mei had found that any shyness about her body disappeared as soon as she walked on set.
"I've got to go now, I'll see you tomorrow!" Kei waved goodbye, hurrying off with Takumi and the other cameramen.
Mei nodded. It had been quite a punishing time for her bladder, and tomorrow was going to be her fourth day of shooting in a row. She loved the feeling of holding it in during shoots so much, but she often found that the drive back home was a nightmare, given the amount of water she has to drink when filming. Mei lived about an hour out of the city, and generally she'd always be absolutely bursting by the time she had the keys through the door. During one traffic jam, she wet herself in the car, and on a fair few occasions, she'd had to stop at the side of the road because she couldn't last a minute longer. Hot water now streaming onto Mei's body, she slowly rubbed shower gel all over her body, making especially sure that her crotch was clean. Turning the shower off, she grabbed her towel, dried herself off, and changed into some new clothes: some skinny jeans, a white t shirt and black leather jacket.
At the top of the stairs, it was time for her daily choice. Walk down all sixteen flights of stairs, or take the lift. Once again, the lift won. Putting her headphones in, she played the new Aluna Sky song 'Don't Care' for the fourth time that day. Mei was thankful for Aluna Sky for many reasons: not only did her music sound amazing, her accident on stage almost two months ago had led to a dramatic increase in people buying her videos. Understandably, she'd gone very quiet since that concert, but Mei was glad she was back. She waited patiently for the lift to arrive, checking her messages whilst singing along with the chorus: "I don't care what they say about me, fuck the haters and the paparazzi." Mei stopped singing as a handsome well-dressed man stood beside her, also waiting for the lift.
"Please, don't stop singing because of me," the man laughed. Mei giggled awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. The lift arrived, and both got in. The lift said it had a capacity of 8, but Mei felt that it would be too tight with any more than four normal sized people. She reached to press the ground floor button, only to find her new acquaintance had beaten her to it. Looking at him, he could have been aged anything between 25 and 40. Either way, Mei liked what she saw. Without warning, the lift juddered violently, lights flashing on and off. Mei gasped, resisting the urge to cling on to the older gentleman. Their journey ground to a halt, lights back on, but lift definitely not moving. Mei sighed in frustration, as the handsome stranger called for help.
"They said they can send someone to fix it in an hour," the man calmly informed her.
Mei felt her face whiten. She knew her own bladder, it was already rapidly filling up after spending all day chugging water. In an hour, she'd be beyond desperate to go. "Okay, thank you for calling," she composed herself.
"I'm Yoshikito, by the way," the man smiled.
---
45 minutes had passed, and Mei was dying for relief. Her bladder pulsated, full to the brim with urine. She hadn't even been able to flirt with her new friend, who'd been on some business call since they got stuck. A message came through on the group chat she shared with several of the models who worked for the same agency: it was the link to a Buzzfeed article which her friend had sent, with the caption 'we should sign her up 😂😂😂'. The article was from a French journalist, with the story about how she blew an interview with a French newspaper because she was so desperate to pee. The story finished on a positive note, with the young journalist saying she was glad that she had messed up the interview, because she now has a dream job working for Buzzfeed. Mei smiled 'Good for you, Elodie', she thought. Her bladder spasmed, and Mei couldn't help but moan a bit. Yoshikito looked down from his phone call, eye brows raised. Mei crossed her legs, and desperately hoped that the people coming to rescue them would hurry up.
"So what do you do?" Yoshikito asked, seemingly done with his business.
"Oh erm I'm a secretary," Mei lied, just like her parents wanted her to. Yoskikito looked on expectantly, waiting for more information. "At this small paper business, we work upstairs."
"I see," Yoshikito looked unconvinced. "You know, you look very familiar."
Dirty boy, Mei thought, smiling. "Not likely, maybe you've bought paper from us before."
Yoshikito laughed. "Are you okay? You look uncomfortable."
"I'm fine," Mei replied, another lie. "Just want to get out of here." In an alternative universe, Mei would be peeing on the side of the road right about now. Just the thought of that reality led to another urgent pang hitting her bladder. The waistband of her tight jeans wasn't helping, it felt as though someone was trying to wring her bladder out.
Yoshikito took a drink of water, and that was enough of a visual cue for her body to try and start the process of urination. A leak escaped, Mei had to use all her might to prevent the dam from bursting completely. Mei stood up, regretting it immediately, as she almost collapsed from the pressure and weight of her exploding organ. Unable to stand still, she frantically bounced around the lift humming to herself.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Yoshikito asked, looking more serious this time.
"I need to go to the bathroom," Mei groaned. "Desperately."
Another spurt of wee escaped her aching peehole, trickling down each leg of her tight skinny jeans. Panicking, Yoshikito handed her his empty lunchbox. "Here, use this."
Mei ripped her skinny jeans off as quickly as she could, her knickers now soaked with her urine. Despite this, she still removed them, shouting at Yoshikito to turn around in the process. Urine jetted against the plastic of his lunchbox, and Mei could hardly contain her moans as she felt her bladder deflating. As she reached the point of no return, the lift roared back into action. Realising what was about to happen, Mei tried to stem the flow, but it was impossible. Her bladder continued to void, as Yoshikito looked on in shock. The lift pinged, and the doors flew open, exposing Mei to three workmen who had quietly fixed the lift early. Mei didn't even bother to hide, as her exposed pee hole continued to allow her piss to flow. She didn't even notice the lunchbox overflowing, and her pee start to soak the floor of the lift. Finally she was done, and she snapped back to reality, holding the lunchbox full to the brim with her pee.
"Yeah, you can keep that lunchbox," Yoshikito laughed. "I knew I recognised you from somewhere!" |
Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
"One espresso please."
Maria De Souza was ready. It was the day she'd always dreamed of since she was 8, her first day as a fully fledged police officer. All the hard hours training, the weekends spent at the gym, the nights out missed, were going to be worth it. She was a police officer. Not just anywhere either - she was working in Rocinha, one of the most notorious regions of Rio, a hotbed for crime. Only the brightest and strongest police officers were placed there, and very rarely were new recruits thrown straight in at the deep end. She thanked the barista, and grabbed her coffee, before continuing to walk towards the police station. It was Good Friday, one of the biggest days in the Brazilian cultural calendar, and the atmosphere was already buzzing in Rocinha. Families were starting to gather, in anticipation of a reenactment of the passion of the Christ later that afternoon. The sun was beating down, with a cool breeze making for a perfect spring day.
"Hi, I'm Maria De Souza, it's my first day," Maria beamed at Desk Officer.
"Okay Miss De Souza, let's get you an ID badge set up, if you just want to smile quickly." Before Maria could react accordingly, the desk officer had taken a picture of her, and was already uploading it onto a computer.
"Here you are," he passed her an ID badge a few moments later, Maria nodded, impressed at the officer's efficiency. "I'll call Officer Ramos down now."
Officer Ramos was an intimidating man, despite his short stature. The tenacity of a rottweiler in the body of a poodle. He was renowned as a bit of a bastard among senior police officers, and he was even worse with new recruits. "De Souza, with me."
Maria followed him down the corridor, taking the opportunity to swig some of her coffee which had finally cooled down. "We're going to be stationed on Estrada de Gavea today. Be vigilant because there's been a lot of reports of pickpocketing recently."
"No problem sir, when are we leaving?" Maria asked.
"Two minutes, at the front," Ramos replied, already walking away from his newest officer.
"Motherfucker," Maria muttered underneath her breath. Seeing a cafeteria in the break room, she took the opportunity to fill her now empty paper cup. She'd not slept that well and needed all the caffeine she could get. Aware that she'd not used the bathroom since waking up, she decided she should probably relieve herself too. The last thing she wanted was to be caught short on her first day. Especially not while working with Ramos. Before she could make it to the ladies room, a familiar voice interrupted her.
"Mariaaaaaaa!"
It was Camila Sanchez, her mentor during her training, an experienced larger than life officer who had become a maternal figure to Maria. "How are you doing?"
"I'm pretty good, working with Ramos all day, so that should be fun," Maria laughed.
Camila's face said it all. "The bastard," she mocked spitting. She rampaged into a story about how Ramos had made his last new recruit quit after four weeks, and Maria nodded along, slowly accepting that she wasn't going to have time to pee beforehand.
"Camila, I have to go!" Maria exclaimed after her senior's 10th unique expletive to described Ramos. "I can't be late for my first shift."
Camila kissed her forehead, and looked into her eyes. "Good luck beautiful."
If Maria was apprehensive at first, she was actively dreading it now. Her heart sank as she walked past the ladies restroom, the coffee from earlier was now sitting comfortably in her bladder, and the nerves weren't helping. Ramos was stood outside, looking at his watch.
"WHEN I SAY TWO MINUTES, I MEAN TWO MINUTES. YOU IDIOT! DID THEY NOT TEACH YOU HOW TO BE ON TIME DURING TRAINING?" he roared at her.
"I'm sorry sir, won't happen again sir!" Maria stifled back tears.
"Car, now."
---
The car journey was completely silent. The two were now stationed in Rocinha, ready to catch potential criminals on one of the busiest days of the year. Maria was regretting that second coffee, the first had gone right through her, and the second was filling up her bladder at a rapid pace. It wasn't helped by her tight fitting green police uniform, which whilst flattering her large chest, was also tight around her stomach, putting pressure on her bladder. She thought about asking Ramos if she could run to use the public toilets which were a three minute walk away, but she figured she knew what his answer would be. For now, she'd have to suffer in silence. She danced around on the spot a bit, finding the movement helped reduce her need slightly.
"Keep still, you're not a fucking ballet dancer," Ramos barked.
"Sorry sir," Maria replied, embarrassed that he'd noticed her pee dance. She had to go pretty badly now. Whilst her bladder was traditionally pretty large, she hadn't peed since waking up at 7. Since then, she'd had two coffees, plus a glass of orange juice and a water bottle. It was now midday, and all that recycled liquid was ready to go.
---
Maria winced, as Ramos took a swig out of his water bottle. Two hours had passed, and Maria was beyond desperate. Her bladder was constantly reminding her how full it was, and she couldn't even hold herself to relieve the pressure, for fear of being reprimanded by Ramos. An intense burst of desperation forced her hand.
"Erm Sir, can I be excused for five minutes to go to the restroom?" Maria asked.
Ramos looked at his watch. "I suppose we have been out here for a while. Hurry."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Maria ran as fast as she could down the street. Her burning peehole quivered as she sprinted down the street, with her bladder heavy like a boulder. She was truly bursting for relief, and she almost let go there and then when she saw the sign for the bathrooms.
"Police, police!" someone yelled across the other side.
Maria wanted to cry. She was literally outside the door to the bathroom, but she now had to put her need aside to help an innocent civilian. She saw a balaclaved man running away from the scene, and figured that was her perpetrator. It felt like she had a dagger pushing against her stomach with every step, and she spluttered as she felt the criminal slipping away. She knew that she didn't really have a choice if she wanted to get someone locked up on her first day. Relaxing everything as she ran, her bladder gave way into her green trousers. Maria was too invested in the chase to enjoy the moment properly, as her bladder slowly deflated. Her trousers were now saturated with piss, which continued to pour out of her peehole. She felt as though with every ounce of liquid she lost, she ran a little bit faster, and by the time her bladder had emptied completely, she'd caught her suspect.
Placing handcuffs on her suspect, she tried her best not to grin, both at finally being able to pee and having caught her first criminal. Ramos sprinted towards them, struggling for breath.
"I'll take it from here De Souza, you did well today!" Ramos almost seemed to smile at her before looking down at her soaked trousers. "And don't worry, that happens more often than you'd think." |
Cologne, Germany
The queue for Bootshaus Club showed no signs of moving. It was 11:30pm, on a cool May evening, and Sabine Meyer and her friends were growing increasingly impatient. The girls had known each other since pre-school, but hadn't had time to meet up properly since the pandemic. All four of them were now working women, but were excited for their first clubbing experience in years, a chance to let their hair down. Sabine was the clear leader of the group, a beautiful, tall blonde, outspoken and now training to be a lawyer. Petra was Sabine's best friend, a much shorter woman with curly, brown hair, who was now a nursery teacher. Mia was quiet, her black fringe giving a mysterious vibe. She worked in a cafe and everyone who walked in fancied her. Lena was the group lightweight, already the most drunk by far. When sober, she was a surprisingly competent nurse.
"Oh my God, I have to pee sooooo badly," Lena moaned, bouncing up and down, both due to her bladder and the cold breeze blowing.
"Me too babe, I'm not sure I can hold it," Petra winced, theatrically bending down.
"Stop moaning girls, we're nearly at the front," Sabine sighed.
"I can't, I'm going to wet myself," Petra was almost crying. And with that, she ducked under the red rope, and desperately headed towards the alleyway.
"Wait there," Lena called out, clutching herself.
A few seconds passed, Mia squirmed on the spot before admitting defeat. "Ugh I can't wait anymore."
Sabine shook her head. It always shocked her how small her friend's bladders were. It felt like every time they hung out, Sabine spent half her time waiting for them outside of the ladies room. She wondered how they functioned in their normal jobs, given they seemed to be bursting for the toilet every hour or so. Looking greatly relieved, and ignoring the people behind complaining at their pushing back in the line, the girls returned.
"Ahhh that's so much better, was so close to peeing myself then!" Lena exclaimed at a decibel that even people inside the club would have been able to hear.
"You girls need to get your bladders checked, seriously. What was that, half an hour since you last peed?" Sabine rolled her eyes.
"You know how it is, when you break the seal. Don't pretend you don't have to go too," Petra replied.
Sabine shrugged. "Not really."
"But how? You've had like three pints, and I've only seen you use the bathroom once this evening," Lena exclaimed.
"I guess I just have an iron bladder," Sabine laughed.
"So you don't need to go if I do this?" Lena asked, before imitating a hissing sound.
Sabine shook her head.
"That's ridiculous, I have to pee again already," Petra replied.
"She's just pretending she doesn't have to go. She thinks she'll appear weak if she excuses herself to go to the toilet, so she'll just sneak off when no-one's looking," Mia spoke up.
Sabine frowned. "That's bullshit Mia, you just can't cope that I have the strongest bladder in Germany."
"Oh yeah? Prove it. I bet you can't hold it until we get home," Petra looked her best friend in the eye, gauging her enthusiasm for the challenge.
Sabine smirked. "Easy," she replied, shaking Petra's hand to signify her commitment to the challenge.
"Oh and we have to stay until closing time," Lena added.
---
It had gone midnight by the time they got in. Petra, Mia and Lena all sprinted to the toilets as soon as they got in, leaving Sabine to get some drinks from the bar. 'Don't Care' by Aluna Sky was playing at an earachingly loud volume, that song had become almost impossible to avoid. Sabine would never admit this to the girls, but she was starting to feel an urge to urinate. Under normal circumstances, she probably would have considered joining the girls in the loos, but she was competitive, and refused to admit defeat.
"Here you go girls," Sabine passed the girls a double vodka and coke each.
"Where's your drink?" Petra asked.
"I've drunk it already," Sabine lied.
"Bullshit, you're a shit liar," Petra faked indignation.
"Don't worry, I'll get you a drink," Mia smiled. Five minutes later, she came back with a pint of Carling, much to the annoyance of Sabine's bladder.
"You just looked like you were enjoying those beers so much earlier!" Mia reasoned.
Reluctantly, Sabine started to take short sips from the plastic glass of Carling. Her situation was worsening rapidly, she hadn't peed since 9pm. Since then, she'd had two pints, some water, a few shots, and was now adding a third pint onto her already full bladder. She strongly regretted her bet now, and given closing time was 3, it would be at least three and a half hours before she could see to her need.
---
"Do you have to pee yet?" Lena asked her, noticing Sabine's grimace as she finally finished her pint, an hour after starting.
Sabine played it cool, "Meh. Maybe a little." In reality, that couldn't be further from the truth. Sabine was absolutely bursting, and it was only the fact they were on a dancefloor that she was able to disguise how badly she had to go. Her bladder constantly jabbed at her, unbelievably desperate for release.
"I'll get you another drink then," Petra smirked. "Unless you'd rather go to the bathroom first?"
Sabine was determined. "Sounds good." A wave of intense desperation reminded her of her bladder's dissatisfaction with her decision making. Sabine looked around, Petra had gone to the bar, Mia was getting off with a girl she'd met a few minutes ago, Lena was nowhere to be seen. This was her chance. Practically hobbling, she winced and grimaced as she snuck into the queue for the bathroom.
"Excuse me, can I go in front of you? I'm really really desperate," Sabine admitted to a stranger in front of her.
"Ha, join the club," the girl in front danced on the spot.
"Seriously, I don't think I can hold it, my bladder's about to explode," Sabine cried. The girl in front noticed her swollen stomach and relented, astonished by the sight of woman absolutely full to the brim with urine. Sabine was next in line, painfully close to relief. A spurt leaked into her panties as the toilet was in sight, and the sounds of women urinating, taps trickling, toilets flushing was almost too much for her to bear.
"Oh hi Sabine, what are you doing here?" It was Lena, walking out of the toilets.
"Oh, hi. I was just on my way to get some fresh air," Sabine felt another long spurt of piss dampen the crotch of her panties.
"I'll come with you!" Lena cheerfully replied, pulling Sabine away from salvation.
---
"You know you don't have to do this?" Lena asked her clearly desperate friend.
"I'm fine," Sabine lied, as she felt a rivulet of wee run down each leg.
"No you're not, you're going to hospitalise yourself if you keep this up," Lena looked genuinely concerned.
Another spurt of pee convinced her. "Okay you're right," Sabine responded.
Practically wetting herself already, she stumbled inside, all dignity gone. She clutched herself for dear life, and desperately scanned the bathroom line. Realising she didn't have time, she darted into the men's restroom on her right. Ignoring the cries of protesting men, Sabine contorted herself to stop any more pee leaking out, assessing whether there were any stalls free. With all taken, she was forced into her last resort option. Hitching her skirt up and pulling her panties to one side, her bladder was finally able to release properly, into a urinal next to six other men. She didn't care that a load of strangers in Cologne were staring at her naked pussy, nor that she was moaning like she'd had the best sex of her life. All that mattered was she was finally able to piss. Her eyes rolled heavenward as an unprecedented amount of pee exited her body as force. All the men left the bathroom as soon as possible, even the attendant, to give this poor woman privacy. The relief was so great, that Sabine was practically cumming, as her stomach slowly returned to its normal size. Feeling naughty, she did the rest in her already soaked panties, letting the fabric soak up the rest of her hot piss. Unable to resist any longer, she frantically rubbed her clit, and after seconds, she was in ecstasy, groaning like no man had ever made her feel. She was done. Taking her panties off, she left them in the bin, and pulled her skirt back down to avoid flashing the whole nightclub. |
Athens, Greece
"Wait, so you pissed yourself?" Cassia Gataki adjusted her flowing blue dress as she spoke to her friend from university over Zoom. Maria met Sabine Meyer studying in London together, and had been very good friends ever since.
"Basically. I had to go soooooo so so badly, and the line for the ladies bathroom was too long, so I had to use the urinals," Sabine laughed, a week after her embarrassment in Cologne.
"Oh my God, that is so funny! That is so classic Sabine," Cassia chuckled.
"That is not classic Sabine," she frowned. "You know how big my bladder is."
"Yeah, and I know that when you have to go, you HAVE to go," Cassia goaded her friend.
"That's not true," Sabine scoffed.
"Uh, the summer ball?" Cassia queried. "I've never seen someone pee so much as you did in that alleyway."
"Apart from that," Sabine replied.
"On the car to the airport, I thought you were going to pass out," Cassia laughed.
"Yeah, well at least I don't have the smallest bladder in the world," Sabine retorted.
"Haha, maybe. Speaking of which, I have to pee so badly, I'll call you next week," Cassia squirmed.
"Okay girl, love you!" Sabine ended the zoom call.
Sat on the toilet, Cassia sighed as she voided her bladder. Sabine was right, Maria did have a ridiculously small bladder. Any road trip longer than an hour would inevitably end in Cassia begging the driver to stop, and all social occasions had to be planned around where the bathrooms were. Still, Cassia found solace in stories like Sabine's, and that even a bladder as strong as hers could struggle. After wiping her neatly trimmed pussy, she flushed, pulled her purple panties up and washed her hand. Looking in the mirror, she adjusted her brown, curly hair, ready to go to work. Despite spending last year doing a masters, she had struggled to find work, so she was working at a beach bar in Athens to pay her rent. She filled up her water bottle, grabbed her keys and headed out the door, ready for her six hour shift.
---
The bus had been held up by traffic, and now Cassia was stressing about being late. She'd sent her boss a text, but had no response. It was 4:02, her shift should have started already, yet she was still about a mile away. On top of that, she needed a wee. Her legs were tightly crossed, but the water she had already drunk had gone straight to her tiny bladder. This was one of the most challenging things about her job. There was a toilet, but it was about a five minute walk from the beach hut itself. There had been countless times when her colleague had to cover her so she could dash and relieve herself. On a few occasions, she'd struggled to make it to the toilet without leaking. Her phone pinged, it was Emily, an English girl on her gap year, who had been working with her at the bar. "Cass, where are u? I'm desperate or a wee" That was odd, thought Cassia. Christos should be there now, so why hasn't Emily gone home yet? "Sorry, stuck in traffic, will be a few more minutes." Within seconds, a reply. "Okay pls hurry, I'm bursting."
Cassia arrived at the shack to find her colleague desperately dancing on the spot. "So sorry Emily, the traffic was awful!"
"That's okay, can you help me take this off? I might actually piss myself," Emily still had the cash belt round her, and there was a customer waiting.
"Where's Christos?" Cassia asked, trying to undo the belt buckle, a job made harder by Emily's inability to stay still.
"Didn't you hear? He's got COVID, along with everyone else. We're the last two standing," Emily squirmed. "Ahhhhhh, please be gentle, I think a bit just came out."
"So are you staying? What if I need the bathroom?" Cassia asked.
"I'm sorry, I need to go, I'll see you tomorrow," Emily was already running towards the toilet, and Cassia could have sworn she saw a dark patch on her light denim shorts.
Flustered by everything, Cassia would have forgotten she had someone to serve until he gently coughed.
"So sorry, what can i get for you?" Cassia snapped into business mode.
"2 pints of Peroni please," the young Englishman asked. As Cassia poured, she was reminded again that her bladder was also in need of relief. Once the man had paid and taken his beers, she sent another message to Emily. "Any chance you can come here quickly before you go? I forgot to pee before my shift."
Ten minutes passed with a steady stream of customers starting to build up. Normally, it wouldn't be so manic with two of them, but with Cassia manning the bar by herself, and no others open on the beach, it was getting hectic, particularly now people were starting to leave work. Her phone buzzed: "Sorry Cass, only just saw this! On bus back already. Try asking next door." They were next to a food stand selling burgers, but right now, it was too busy for Cassia to even stop and ask the stand next door. And anyway, they looked fairly swamped as well.
---
Cassia had now tried to phone her boss 17 times. Her bladder was reaching breaking point, three hours into service. Every pint poured sent a signal to her bladder, reminding it of its fullness. In the heat of the afternoon, she'd got so thirsty that she couldn't help finishing her water bottle, and she'd nearly finished a second one. Normally during a six hour shift, she'd go and pee at least two times, if not three. Yet three hours into this one, she still hadn't gone, despite her being desperate.
"Are you okay?" a quiet Italian woman asked, as Cassia looked to the sky in exasperation.
"I'm fine, just been a busy day," Cassia lied, as she poured her two pints, once again clenching her pelvic floor muscles with all her might.
The woman looked back, unconvinced, before taking the pints and thanking Cassia.
Gasping as a drop of wee escaped into her panties, Cassia knew she didn't have long. Her phone rang.
"Hello?" Cassia asked.
"Hi Cass, it's Christos, how's it going?" he asked.
"Why are you only just phoning back? What sort of manager are you? As soon as this shift finishes, I'm reporting all this. I don't care if people have COVID, you can't expect us to work without breaks," Cassia yelled down the phone, now not even caring that she was leaking into her knickers.
"Look I fucked up but you don't need to report this. Just finish the shift and I'll give you a raise, how about that?" he asked.
"Finish the shift? Christos, I haven't been to the bathroom all afternoon, I can't wait that long," she pleaded, feeling another long spurt run down her legs.
"Okay, tell you what, I'll send my daughter down, she can get there in half an hour and finish your shift for you," he negotiated.
"Why couldn't she have done that in the first place? Whatever, send her down as soon as possible because I don't think I can hold on much longer," she hissed.
Ignoring the wetness in her panties, Cassia continued with her job the best she could, contorting herself into the most awkward positions wherever possible to help hold it in. Her need was obvious, a few customers had even offered to watch the bar for her, but she knew she couldn't do that. She would quit, but she couldn't afford to look for another job. Cassia was in agony, her bladder was screaming for release, begging for the toilet. It was while she was pouring what felt like her millionth pint that day that it finally became too much. Almost as soon as she pulled down on the tap, her bladder gave up the battle. Involuntarily, the contents of her bladder started to slowly spill all over the floor. The customer surely noticed that the sound of pouring liquid continued after she'd finished pouring his beer, but Cassia played it cool, pretending that nothing was going on. Her panties were now completely saturated, so her hot urine splashed all over her legs and feet. Red faced, the customer grabbed his beer quickly, pretending to not know that the server was pissing herself. A few people in the queue decided they'd try and find somewhere else to get their beer, and in the end, there was just one customer left at the bar.
"Fuck, and I thought I had to go bad," it was Emily, who had made it to the bar just a little too late.
"You have no idea," groaned Cassia. "Fuck it felt so good though. Thanks for coming down anyway."
"Hey I know what your bladder is like," Emily laughed. "Sorry I was a bit too late." She kissed her colleague.
"I guess I'd better get cleared up then," Cassia was bought back to earth.
"Maybe I'll come and help you with that. Don't you need to lock up though?" Emily asked.
"Nah. I quit," Cassia announced defiantly, snogging her colleague again.
Laughing, the two walked hand in hand towards the bus stop, barely able to contain their excitement for what was certain to be a very fun night. |
Auckland, New Zealand
"Oh fuckkkkkk," Annie was practically screaming, as the man she'd only known for a week made her cum for the third time that morning. She gasped frantically as he ejaculated, coating her already soaking pussy in his semen. He kissed her on the forehead, before handing her a tissue, picking one for himself in the process. Annie couldn't remember the last time she'd orgasmed three times in one day. Maybe in the early days of her relationship with Ryan. But that was fifteen years ago now. Fifteen years of mediocre sex. At least it had been until she met Chris.
Chris was Annie's equivalent at a rival company. Whilst Annie was the youngest ever CEO of Atella Communications, Chris was in charge of Onyx Waves. A modern day Romeo and Juliet, two rival CEOs shagging behind everyone's back. Including Annie's husband.
Excusing herself to pee, Annie felt the familiar pang of guilt. After all, what had Ryan actually done wrong? Apart from being a bit boring. He was a good dad, he rarely shouted and to him, Annie was a goddess. Perhaps that was it, Annie thought, as her body relaxed and a long stream of urine started to slowly pour out of her urethra. They weren't on an even footing at all. Ryan would swim to Italy and back if Annie woke up with a hankering for pizza. Annie resented it when Ryan asked her to turn the lights off in the landing before bed time. Chris was different, and she knew that from the moment their eyes locked in the conference room at the Hilton in Wellington. They'd barely exchanged names before Chris was inside her. Annie felt like she needed to dress up for Chris, she felt she had to watch hours worth of make up tutorials before their secret dates. She shaved her pubic hair for him, something she hadn't done for Ryan since their wedding night. Chris was everything Ryan wasn't: suave, decisive and sexy. After wiping her neatly trimmed pussy, she flushed and washed her hands, before returning back to the bedroom, completely nude.
"You can do anything to me after that," Annie whispered into Chris's ear. "Anything."
Chris nodded nonchalantly. "Where does your husband think you are?"
"He thinks I'm still in Wellington, I told him that I had some more work I needed to do down there," Annie laughed cruelly.
"Yeah you've got more work to do alright, eh?" Chris allowed himself a chuckle. "Drink this," he added, handing Annie a 750 ml bottle of water.
Annie stared at him blankly, "Why?"
"Did you not just say you'd let me do anything?" Chris raised his eyebrow.
"Well yeah, I meant sexually," Annie's face betrayed her confusion.
"Who says this isn't sexual? You just have to trust me," Chris replied. "Drink up!"
Annie downed the water bottle, still not understanding what Chris wanted. In truth, she quite enjoyed the mystery. She'd thought her days of being surprised were long gone, but here she was, having an affair with a strange but beautiful man.
"Now why don't you go downstairs and make us some breakfast. I'd like scrambled eggs with chives, and bacon rashers of bacon please, on top of two buttered slices of white toast. Oh and an iced coffee, feel free to get yourself one," Chris grinned.
"And they say chivalry is dead," Annie rolled her eyes, yet she felt compelled to do whatever this man asked her to do. She was the youngest ever CEO of her company, and yet now she was making breakfast for her less successful counterpart. Not bothering to get dressed yet, she headed down to the kitchen, giving Chris a good look at her arse at the same time. Annie wasn't much of a chef, her diet mainly consisted of store bought sandwiches and Coke Zero. Occasionally Ryan would cook the two of them sometime, but more often than not, she'd end up reheating it when she returned home late into the evening. After taking a few minutes to navigate her way round the kitchen, she eventually found everything necessary to cook her lover breakfast.
"Annie?" a voice called out.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Drink another bottle of water," he demanded.
"Really? I'm gonna have to piss like a racehorse soon," she laughed.
"Now. And I'll know if you pretend," he sternly warned.
"What are you gonna do huh?" she called back, stirringly the eggs slightly.
"You don't want to know," he replied, without a hint of irony.
Reluctantly, Annie downed a second bottle of water, feeling the early signs that her bladder was starting to fill up again. As the last drop ran down her throat, a key started to slowly jiggle in the lock of the door. Quickly, Annie grabbed an apron to cover her naked body, but it was too late, the person standing open mouthed in the doorway had already seen everything.
"I'm so sorry, I'll come back later," the cleaner mumbled, trying her best not to make eye contact with the nude businesswoman.
"Thank you," Annie weakly replied, embarrassed but slightly turned on.
Once the cleaner had left, she poured two mugs of coffee, and served up breakfast. As she returned upstairs holding the tray of food, her eyes widened as she glimpsed Chris attaching hand cuffs to all four corners of the bed. "Put the tray down there," he instructed, pointing to the table by the bed.
"Chris... I'm not sure," Annie said apprehensively.
"Sorry I thought you said I could do anything? I promise it'll be worth it. I'm going to give you an orgasm so good, you won't be able to walk straight for a month," Chris smiled.
"Okay, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom quickly, that water went straight through me," Annie headed towards to bathroom, but Chris's outstretched arm stopped her in her tracks.
"No," Chris insisted. Annie's pussy almost convulsed at this display of authority.
"But I really have to go," Annie moaned.
"You will get to pee. But not yet," Chris promised. "First, I'd like you to put the handcuffs on."
"Hmm okay," Annie hopped onto the bed, and stretched her arms and legs out, so Chris could handcuff her to all four corners. Her bladder was starting to fill quickly, and being unable to cross her legs made her ordeal worse.
"I'm going to eat breakfast off your body," Chris explained. If you're good, I'll let you have some when I'm done."
Annie nodded, feeling her pussy grow wetter and wetter. She gasped as she felt the hot scrambled eggs on her body, and moaned as Chris started eating them, licking them off her massive breasts, before moving down to her stomach. He licked her all over, making sure that every inch of her body was clean. Annie's eyes rolled heavenward, but her bliss was interrupted by the pressure on her abdomen causing her to yelp.
"Careful, I have to pee super bad!" Annie moaned.
"Drink this," Chris ordered, holding the iced coffee to her lips.
Annie raised an eyebrow, "I don't think you understand how bladders work."
"Are you going to drink it, or am I going to make you drink it?" Chris asked.
"Well since I don't have hands, I don't really have a choice," Annie sighed.
Tilting her head to ease the process, Chris climbed on top of Annie, his erect penis resting on her stomach as he slowly poured the entirety of the large glass of iced coffee down her throat. Grabbing an ice cube, he started to gently rub it in circles around her nipples. The sensations of hot and cold on her body were sending her into sensory overload, as well the pressure of Chris's body weight on top of her expanding bladder. She gasped for air as Chris climbed off her, and moved his face down towards her vagina. Her body nearly went into overdrive as he picked up another ice cube, and slowly massaged her clitoris with the corner.
"Oh fuck, I need you inside me," Annie begged, her pussy now resembling a swimming pool. She longed to feel Chris's massive penis inside her once more, probing at her full bladder. She felt as though she was going to wet herself as he slowly eased himself inside her. And then it stopped.
"I need to go do some work now, I'll see you in a bit," Chris was already putting his suit on.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK!" she screamed in between gasps. "You can't leave me like this."
"I'll be back soon," Chris waved, before shutting the bedroom door behind him.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD, COME BACK HERE!" Annie begged, her body only able to focus on its desperate need for an orgasm. One touch would do it, and she longed to move her hands, so she could finish the job herself, and have what would surely be the best orgasm she'd ever had.
---
Half an hour passed, and while her need to orgasm had died down, she was now desperate for a wee. Being unable to hold herself was torture, as was being able to glimpse the toilet in the en suite. She wriggled around in desperation, hoping that somehow that would free her from the chains. But all she got from that endeavour was sore wrists and ankles. Her bladder had filled rapidly after drinking a litre of water and a large glass of iced coffee, and she was now dying for release. There had been no sign of Chris, and she'd given up shouting for him, not willing to tire out her voice any further. She had tried to reach her phone but it was too far out of reach. Her eyes lit up as the door opened, and her potential salvation walked through.
"So sorry babe," he kissed her up and down.
"Chris, this isn't funny. I'm dying for a wee and you've just let me here," Annie tried to wriggle free again.
Chris clutched her pussy with his left hand, pushing against her peehole. "Does that feel nice?"
Annie hated the hold she had over him. "Yes," she reluctantly responded. All the pressure of the last half hour suddenly felt manageable, as he shared the holding effort with her.
"On a scale of 1-10 how desperate are you?" he asked.
"Hmmm, probably about an 8," she replied.
"Sounds like you need some more water then," he chuckled.
"No please! I'm already busting, I'll wet the bed," she begged, before he forced the contents of the bottle down her throat. "Can't I just piss in your mouth or something? It's obvious you've got some sort of fetish."
"Okay you've caught me. But no, my fetish isn't drinking piss. I love having full bladder sex, just something about the intensity of it, the double relief, there's nothing quite like it," he admitted.
"So why not now? I'm already about to piss myself," she complained.
"You're not desperate enough. And I'm not desperate enough. But I will be, I've been drinking water downstairs so I reckon in an hour I'll be ready," he replied.
"I can't wait that long," she groaned, as she felt a renewed wave of desperation hit her urethra and threaten to leak her piss onto her lover's hand.
"Yes you can," he replied. "Because if you don't, I'll tell your husband about what we've been up to this week."
Annie's heart sank. "Is this all this is then? Have you just been using me so you can fuck me?"
"Don't get me wrong Annie, you're fucking stunning. But this isn't love, I thought we knew it was just sex," Chris's confidence seemed to waver for the first time in Annie's presence.
"I don't risk my own marriage for just sex Chris, fucking hell," Annie cried.
"Okay look, it's clear we want different things here. If you don't want to do this anymore, then that's fine," Chris relented.
"Thank you," Annie replied. "And hurry up, unless you want to change these bedsheets."
Chris undid her left hand first, which immediately darted to her peehole. After freeing both her legs, Chris started to unlock the final handcuff when the door burst open. Annie was free but she froze at the sight of four armed men barging their way into the bedroom. The men divided to carry both her and Chris outside, and into the boot of a Land Rover.
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The journey to the warehouse took half an hour, and for the entire journey, Annie's bladder stung with pain. She was beyond desperate now, she was absolutely bursting for a pee. Her bladder was at capacity, and it was only through sheer willpower that she didn't flood the back of the boot. Next to her was Chris, also desperate for the toilet, who had spent most of the journey quietly sobbing and whispering to himself. At least that's what it sounded like through the tape that covered his mouth. Annie was still naked, but she now looked pregnant, as though her bladder had expanded to the size of a basketball. Every speed bump was a threat to her willpower, but she was determined to hold it, at least until she knew what was going on. As the car ground to a halt, a little spurt leaked out of Annie's peehole, making its way down the boot and slightly dampening Chris's trouser leg. The boot opened, and one of the masked men grabbed Chris and through him to the floor. As the four men kicked him repeatedly, he lost control of his bladder, urine jetting uncontrollably through his suit trousers, and out onto the warehouse floor, forming a slowly expanding puddle. As Annie sobbed, a little more urine leaked into the boot of the car. Two of the men stopped beating Chris, and came to the boot of the car. Annie tried to scream, but the tape round her mouth muffled her protests. Jets of pee leaked out of her naked body as they carried her to a chair, and handcuffed her arms. She tightly crossed her legs as the need to pee started to become unbearable.
"You fucking bitch!" a familiar voice yelled. The guy removed his balaclava to reveal it was Ryan, the man who she married ten years ago and had two children with.
Annie tried to reply but her response was muffled.
"What?" Ryan asked furiously.
She tried again, before Ryan ripped the tape vigorously. Her bladder throbbed intensely, and the shock of the pain almost opened the floodgates for good. Annie screamed, crossing her legs even tighter. "I said I'm sorry!"
"Not fucking good enough," Ryan replied.
"Look I know I fucked up, and you have every right to be angry, but this is insane Ryan!" Annie sobbed. Her bladder felt as if it was about to consume her.
"I've dedicated my whole life to you, we have fucking kids together, who I look after so you can do the job you love, and this is how you fucking repay me?" Ryan yelled.
"I'm really really sorry," she asked. "Please can you let me use the bathroom?" she begged, as the pressure built to intolerable levels.
"No," Ryan shouted. "Why the fuck would I do anything to make you feel comfortable?" One of the other masked men chuckled as he turned a tap on.
"It didn't mean anything," Annie cried, trying her best to ignore the sound of running water. She looked at Chris, now unconscious and lying in a pool of his own piss. "It was just me being stupid." Her bladder throbbed with a worrying intensity, as she shuffled to try and ease the pressure slightly. "I'm begging you, please let me pee, I've never had to go this bad in my life."
Ryan ignored her. "The cleaner this morning, she's the mum of one of Sasha's best friends. She told me everything. And it's not just you, you're nothing fucking special. Apparently she's caught him with three different women this month."
Annie sobbed, and a long glug of urine escaped her urethra. "My bladder is about to explode."
"He's fucked all our wives," one of the men piped up, before kicking Chris in the face again.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know he was like this,' Annie cried, her resolve finally starting to slip. The urine flowed out her body slowly at first, but then flooded out with intensity. The little holes on the bottom of the chair created a rainfall effect as Annie finally felt relief. Ryan sobbed, unable to handle his emotions anymore, whilst the other three smirked at the woman in front of them, unable to control her own bladder.
"Didn't realise they were both such fucking babies," one of the men laughed. "You c*nts are going to have to clean this up later."
Annie just held her head down, mortified, but happy to finally be emptying her overflowing organ. The stream eventually slowed to a trickle, and finally stopped. Annie's bladder was empty, but her sense of shame had never been fuller.
"Divorce papers will be in the post," Ryan tried to sound authoritative through the tears, before walking away with the other three, leaving the two adulterers in the warehouse alone. |
Lagos, Nigeria
"Ade, come on, we're going to be late!" Adesewa's mum shouted from downstairs.
"Coming!" Ade called back. She checked herself in the mirror, adjusting her vibrant yellow dress, and gently applying some moisturiser to her dark skin.
"Hurry up, Ade, I won't let my own daughter make me late for church," her mum yelled.
"I'm coming Mama, we won't be late," Ade sighed. Ade had just turned 19, and yet was no closer to being able to move out of her family home. A brutal combination of being unable to afford to leave, and having an overprotective mother meant that she was unhappy, stuck in a cramped house on the outskirts of Lagos. Some of her friends had managed to get out, leaving to travel the world, and go to university in new, exciting places. Instead, she was here, working in a shop 9-5 and going with her mum to church every Sunday morning. Ade hated church, she wasn't even sure if she believed in God, but could never tell her mum that, for fear of breaking her heart. Instead, she sucked it up every week to sit through three hours of hymns, dancing and scripture. As she ventured downstairs, she was greeted by her parents, her younger brother and sister and her grandmother, all looking frustrated at being made to wait.
"Oh Ade, do you really think that's appropriate for church?" her mum shook her head disapprovingly, presumably referring to her cleavage clearly on show in her tight yellow outfit.
"It's fine Mama, all the girls my age wear stuff like this all the time," Ade rolled her eyes, walking towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" her father asked.
"I need to use the restroom," Ade responded.
"No no, we're already late, you'll have to wait," her mum instructed.
Ade groaned, but she knew that there was no point arguing. Besides, they had toilets at the church she'd be able to use, and her need was by no means urgent.
---
"Ugh, why is this taking so long?" Ade moaned, shifting in the back seat of their cramped Hyundai.
"Stop wriggling, you're taking all the space," Ade's seven year old brother complained.
"Be quiet both of you. Ade, we wouldn't be stuck in traffic if we'd left when I wanted to," her dad sternly told them.
"Sorry papa," the two responded in unison. Ade felt uncomfortable, she'd not used the toilet since she woke up at 5am with a bladder ready to explode. It was 9:30am now and she'd had two cups of tea since then, as well as the water bottle which she kept absent-mindedly sipping from. The pressure was starting to build, causing Ade to twist her legs in her seat constantly. This didn't go unnoticed by her brother.
"Ade has to peeee, Ade has to peeee," he taunted in a sing song voice.
"Shut up Azi, and respect your elders," she hissed.
"That's enough you two. I don't know why you think it's okay to speak like that to each other on the Lord's day, but no more!" her mum yelled.
Ade sighed, and tapped her fingers against her legs anxiously, hoping she'd have time to pop to the toilet before the service began.
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The car pulled up at 9:58am, just in time for the 10am service. Ade breathed a sigh of relief, she could pee, then sit through the three hour service in peace.
"Be quick," her mum shouted, as Ade dashed to the bathroom. In her haste, Ade attempted to barge through the door to the ladies before reading the sign affixed to the door: "TOILETS LOCKED DUE TO VANDALISM". Ade's heart and bladder sank. While her need was fairly large now, in three hours she'd be beside herself. She thought about joining the small queue for the men's toilets, but she had her dignity. She'd just have to deal with it.
"Better?" her mum asked. Ade nodded, not wanting her family to know about her predicament. The six of them took their seats in the middle of the church, and Ade's escape route was quickly blocked by an elderly couple who came to sit down next to them. Ade tried her best to compose herself as the procession came in, resisting the urge to shuffle in her place. As soon as the priests and choir were in their places, everyone sat down, Ade immediately crossing her legs. Tightly.
The first hour went by fairly innocuously, but Ade's bladder continued to inflate, and with two hours to go, she was desperate for the toilet. Sitting still was now very hard, and she was sure that the people around her had noticed. The constant standing up and sitting down was doing her no favours, neither was her tight yellow dress.
"Mama, I have to pee," she heard Azi whisper.
"You can hold it," she told him.
"I can't, I can't," he cried.
"Okay, papa will take you," she instructed. This was is. Ade saw her chance for relief.
"It's okay mama, I'll take him," she said, grabbing his hand. "Come on, let's go!"
Now out of view of the congregation, Ade writhed in desperation as she stood outside the men's toilets waiting for Azi to finish. Being able to hear the stream of pee was not helping her situation, and after establishing there was no one watching, she dug her hands into her crotch to stop the pee that was so determined to make its way out. Finally the toilet flushed, and Ade steadied herself.
"Okay you stay here with me, I'm just going to pee really quickly," she told her brother.
As she started to pull her knickers down, Azi giggled, and darted out of the toilets. "Can't catch me!" he yelled.
Ade roared in frustration. She knew what Azi was like, and knew that he'd run away and get lost if she didn't watch him constantly. Reluctantly, she pulled her knickers back up and chased after her brother. Her aching bladder seared with every step, and sweat dripped down her body as she desperately tried to catch up with Azi. Eventually, she caught up with him, tightly grabbing his wrist.
"Ade has to peeee, Ade has to peeee," he laughed.
"Please Azi, can you promise me you won't run off again? I'm really desperate," she begged, bouncing up and down.
"Ade's going to pee herself, Ade's going to pee herself," he giggled.
"Shut up you little shit," Ade hissed, feeling a painful reminder of how badly she had to go.
"I'm telling mama you said a bad word," Azi grinned evilly.
"No, no, please Azi! I'm really sorry, I just really have to go. Do you think you'd be able to let me use the bathroom?" she begged.
"No, I want to go inside now," Azi dragged her by the hand back towards the church.
Ade's bladder was screaming at her, now absolutely dying for relief. But she knew she couldn't trust Azi to go back to his seat alone, so reluctantly, she took him back inside.
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By the time the service finished, Ade was absolutely bursting. Her bladder was full to the brim with tea and water, to the extent where even just sitting there was painful. When she stood up to leave, it felt as though she had a watermelon resting on her abdomen. Doubling over to try and stem the tide, her mother showed concern.
"Ade, what's the matter? You've been acting strangely all service."
"I need the bathroom... so badly," Ade could barely speak, worried that focussing on anything but holding it would result in the tsunami inside her bladder leaking onto the church floor.
"I thought you went before," her younger sister queried.
"It was locked," Ade was on the verge of tears, she'd never felt pain like it.
"Go go, quickly, there's toilets in the church hall," her mum ushered her towards the back of the church.
Ade's heart sank as she entered the hall to find a massive queue for the bathroom. Presumably all the ladies in the congregation had been holding it the whole time. Indeed, everyone in the queue seemed to range from desperate to bursting. Ade was probably a level above bursting. Ade wanted to cry, and her bladder let out a drop of pee in retaliation, dripping down her legs and into her shoes. She was unable to stand still, dancing frantically on the spot, or else her gorgeous yellow dress would be ruined. A few of the less desperate people noticed her plight and allowed her to skip a few places, at which Ade muttered a weak 'thank you'. Now second in line, she was next to a gorgeous woman of a similar age, who looked in a similar predicament.
"Come on, come on," the woman begged, trying her best to ignore the sound of the person currently occupying the toilet enjoying what was clearly a much needed wee. "I'm sorry, I'd let you ahead but I'm literally about to wet myself."
Ade nodded. "That's okay."
"Oh my God I think a bit just leaked out," she whispered. "I'm sorry, too much information."
"Don't worry, I'm about to piss myself too," Ade whimpered, as a long hot jet of urine left her exhausted urethra.
As the toilet became vacant, the woman burst in, forgetting to lock the door. Hearing her start to urinate was more than Ade could take, as she was forced to take drastic action.
"I'm so sorry," she said as she barged into the bathroom. The woman gasped and tried to hide her modesty, as she continued to forcefully urinate into the bowl. Seeing only one option, Ade pulled her knickers down, hitched her skirt up and sat on top of the sink.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she exclaimed, as eight hours worth of pee exploded out of her urethra and into the sink. She didn't care that this woman she'd never met was now looking at her naked pussy expelling an extreme amount of piss. This was relief like she'd never felt before, and she loved it. The woman flushed, and stood by the sink, almost in admiration at how much pee she was able to produce. Ade's moans were so loud that people outside were probably wondering what was going in there. She eventually finished, and her new friend passed her some toilet paper to wipe herself.
"I'm so sorry, that was so embarrassing, but I couldn't wait a second longer," Ade laughed.
"Don't worry about it, I thought I was going to wet myself in the church," the woman laughed. "I'm Omolara by the way."
"Adesewa," she replied, smiling. "I'll maybe wash my hands first," she added, laughing.
Once the two had cleaned up, they exited the bathroom, to allow a bursting and angry looking woman in. "Well Omolara, maybe I'll see you around," Ade smiled.
"Maybe you will," Omolara winked. |
Santiago, Chile
Carla Garin wiped another bead of sweat from her forehead, wrinkled by the stress of working in Chile's busiest hospital. The aircon was faulty - again, and staff shortages meant that Carla was doing the job of three people - again. Her shift was nine hours old, and she was due a break three hours and 46 minutes ago. Not that she was counting. Her steak sandwich remained in her locker, uneaten, next to her can of Coca-Cola Zero. Desperate for a drink, Carla glugged from her water bottle, making sure to make use of the rare moments she had to herself. It was the sixth year of Carla's seven year medical degree, and she'd been working at Santa Maria hospital since last week. In that week, she'd been bled on, pissed on, shat on, vomited on, had a patient die on the operating table, saved a man's life, rescued an aubergine stuck up someone's arse, cried 20 times, thrown up twice, and held her pee for an unhealthy amount of time every day. No week had brought her closer to the brink of giving up than this one. But she'd come too far, dealt with too much shit to let go of her dream. As she finished her water bottle, she tried to remember the last time she went to the toilet. She suspected it was when she left her tiny one bedroom flat to come to work, now seven hours ago.
"Carla, scalpel!" her senior doctor demanded. "Fucking now!" Carla snapped out of her dazed stupor and remembered the task at hand: making sure this lady's appendix is removed safely. She sometimes felt like a rabbit in the headlights when working in A&E, helplessly watching whilst other more senior surgeons do the hard work. She felt a desperate pang in her bladder, could she just excuse herself to go to the bathroom? She'd seen other doctors do it, but she felt a need to prove herself, that she can hold her urine longer than anyone else. She grew up in a house with three brothers and two sisters, with only one bathroom, so she was more than used to holding her pee in. She remembered countless times where her bladder had been stretched beyond what she thought was hospital because one of her siblings had decided to take a two hour long bath, or when she'd wake up, on the verge of exploding, only to find herself seventh in a queue of seven. It was rare that she shared a room with a more impressive bladder. And yet her senior doctor, Julia Gonzalez, was so well known for her pee holding ability, that she knew about her before even starting at the hospital.
Everyone at a Chilean medical school knew the legend of Julia Gonzalez. How she would charm every single patient she worked with, yet be utterly terrifying to anyone who worked with her. How she seemed to never tire, even after twenty-five years working at the same hospital. But it was her bladder capacity that everyone always spoke about. Some say she'd never used the toilets in the hospital, even after a twelve hour shift. Others say she once worked for twenty four hours, without peeing, eating or sitting down. There was even one story about how a junior doctor went to use the bathroom stall next to her, after Julia had finished seventeen hour shift, where she peed for four minutes straight with 'so much force that she could have broken the toilet bowl in two. Carla had been working with her for a week now and had yet to see her use the toilet, or even show any need to. She remembered a few days ago, they both finished a ten hour shift - Carla was absolutely dying for a wee, so ran to the loo as soon as she could. When she came out, Julia rolled her eyes at her, grabbed her bag and drove herself home.
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An hour later, the operation was done, and Carla's bladder felt significantly heavier. She resisted the urge to squirm, but she desperately hoped she'd be able to nip out quickly to relieve herself. The heat was stifling, and Carla had now finished three water bottles, on top of the large coffee she had on the way to work. She longed to rip her scrubs off, and release the torrent of urine that sat in her bladder, knocking on the door of her urethra with increasing urgency. Julia must have noticed Carla's discomfort.
"New girl, go pee. We don't want your baby bladder causing any more mess in here," Julia smirked.
Carla's face reddened, disheartened by her mentor's harsh words, and the laughs of the other doctors in the room. Her eyes welling with tears, she left the operating theatre without saying a word. She couldn't believe that someone she respected so much would speak to her like that, to humiliate her in front of her colleagues. Were she not so desperate, she'd have responded with a sassy comeback, but the fullness of her bladder was affecting her brainpower. Her peehole quivered as she saw the sign for the ladies toilets, but she resisted the urge to sprint towards relief.
"Excuse me?" a little girl, no older than eight, interrupted Carla.
Carla clenched everything "Are you okay gorgeous?"
"Can you help me find my mummy, I've lost her," the girl cried.
Carla forced herself to park her own desires for a minute. "Of course, do you remember where she was?" Having this conversation so close to the toilets was torture for her aching organ, now perilously close to an explosion. She bent down slightly to speak to the child, and had to clench everything to avoid wetting herself there and then. She had no choice but to hold herself.
"We were waiting for my dad to get out, I think we were over here somewhere," the girl pulled Carla towards one of the waiting rooms.
They checked waiting room after waiting room, with Carla growing increasingly more exasperated. Her distended bladder was absolutely bursting with urine, and every step was torture. Carla was pretty sure her panties were damp, but she couldn't tell whether it was her pee, or her sweat. Yet she had to pretend everything was fine to the upset little girl, who was just looking for her mum. After what felt like hours, they eventually found a teary and very grateful mother.
"Thank you so much," the mother squeezed Carla tightly, causing an involuntary yelp, as a spurt of piss escaped her exhausted urethra. She was sure that anyone who looked would see a streak of dark blue on the turquoise leg of her scrubs.
Carla didn't even say anything to the mother, she just ran, as quickly as she could, to get to the toilets. Finding the closest bathroom, she locked herself in, practically ripping off her scrubs, before sitting down on the toilet, too tired to even pull her panties down. She groaned as her bladder started to slowly deflate, feeling her panties fill with warm piss, and hearing it hit the basin of the toilet with an almost comical loudness. She ignored someone desperately banging on the door outside as she felt bliss, all the pain of the past eleven hours melting away. When she could pee no more, she pulled her panties off, placing them in the bin, before pulling her scrubs up and washing her hands. Opening the door, she saw something no one knew was possible. It was Julia Gonzalez, standing outside the toilet, red faced and head down. She'd wet herself, on a corridor occupied by doctors and patients alike.
"I'm sorry Julia, that was nearly me," Carla showed fake sympathy towards her senior. "Baby bladder," she added under her breath. |
Hi everyone! Sorry for a bit of the wait, this time of the year with moving back into campus for college is always packed for me but I have a little bit of time to try and continue more of my stories. I hope you enjoy part 2; I had this portion actually planned out before I had the first chapter planned so I hope it is exciting to read.
Part 2: A Daughters Promise
A cool breeze blew against Kelly’s cheek, which was already forming a red pigment from the cold weather she had been exposed to. Her mother Brittney had surprised her with a trip to beautiful Glacier National Park for her birthday and Kelly was excited for her first exposure to a National Park.
Kelly wasn’t really an experienced hiker but she had started to get into it by age 5 and now at age 12 she was no stranger to it at all. Ever since her mom divorced her old dad this was the way her mom could spend time with her when she wasn’t modeling or taking photo shoots.
People always told her she was lucky to have her moms looks, which she didn’t quite understand yet. Kelly was often confused when boys would stare at her at school and how teachers would treat her better than the other students. She would ask her mom and her mom would just say, “because you’re an amazing girl, honey!” It still didn’t change how much attention she got over the years, and Kelly felt like it was getting worse the older she got.
Trips with her mom were when she felt the safest, and with no one around she felt free to fully express herself. Today she and her mom would be hiking some of the trails by the south entrance of the park, and Kelly made sure to pack plenty of fluids for the journey. While she had water with her, she made sure her mom brought some sprite and fanta as well for when they ate lunch.
They set off just before noon, and the sun beamed down on Kelly’s face as she stepped out of the car. She made sure to take periodic drinks of her water bottle throughout their first hike, as they got plenty of beautiful views of the glaciers on the mountains in the distance.
Once they stopped for lunch Kelly felt her bladder twinge. This didn’t sway her away from indulging on her sprite, as she had around a quarter of the liter bottle they brought. She quietly thought to herself, it’s fine, we’ll just find a bathroom next trail we get to.
As they progressed through trail after trail the pain in her bladder continued to get worse and worse with no bathrooms in sight. Kelly felt her body weight feel much heavier with every step she took. It was starting to become agonizing. She wasn’t one for vocalizing her bathroom urgency in public, but she felt comfortable doing it around her mom, “hey mom, I really have to pee, could we try to possibly find a bathroom.”
Her mom had looked like she had been shifting every once and a while as well, so Kelly thought she was probably facing the same issue. “Here Kelly, let’s get off the path, I need to show you something.”
Brittney led her daughter off the path into a little remote place in between a couple of dead trees. She motioned for her daughter to crouch down with her. She spoke calmly, “have you ever seen people pee in the woods before?”Kelly nodded her head. Her mother replied to her response, “well, I’d be concerned for those people, because people in the world are creeps. They try to take advantage of your body when you’re in a vulnerable spot, whether that be staring at your bare body, taking pictures of it, or even worse,” she paused to shake her head in disapproval, “So, I need you to promise me something. From now on, if you need to pee on a hike, go off the trail, and go into your pants. I don’t need my beautiful daughter being exposed to the world, especially when you’re on your own. Do you understand?”
Kelly reluctantly nodded her head in agreement. “But mom, how am I going to go now?”
Her mom smiled at her, “I’ll teach you. Right now I want you to imagine that you’re on the toilet and to just relax. Just… relax.”
Kelly tried focusing her mind and relaxing her muscles, but immediately tightened them back up from force of habit. She then tried relaxing them again, this time not clenching back up. The pee now felt like it hit a brick wall that was stopping it inches short from her urethra.
“You might need to try pushing it out. Push as hard as you can.” Her mom's words were calm and steady.
Kelly headed this advice. She pushed with all her might. At first, nothing. Then she felt something. A little trickle had started dampening her panties. Immediately this caused her to clench up, feeling her heavy weight of her bladder. She then tried pushing as hard as she could again, but this time, a forceful stream jetted out from her clit. She didn’t clench up this time as a stream started pouring out from her body and into her pants, dampening the ground below her. The feeling was weird but strangely comforting, the warm washing all over her and giving her a tingling sensation that bounced around her body.
Her mother smiled at her, “good job honey! Now it’s my turn.” Her mom’s leggings crotch immediately turned a different shade of red as pee started pouring out of her and onto the dead leaves below them. Her stream and Kelly’s combined to fill the air with a comforting gushing sound that was only washed away by the constant breeze. Kelly’s stream slowed gradually until it came to a stop, however Kelly found the effort to push some more out, much to her own satisfaction.
Her mothers stream lasted a good half minute more until it finally came to a stop. Her mothers face was filled with relief and pure joy. “See, doesn’t that feel amazing?”
Kelly smiled and nodded her head.
”Anytime now you want to go pee today, just let me know and you can go off the path.”
Kelly and her mom stepped back onto the path, with Kelly still feeling a nice warm, grabby sensation around her area which sent a shiver down her spine. I could get used to this.
Thanks for reading! I hope this chapter fulfilled your expectations and I hope to release at least one more chapter within the next few days.
Edited August 10, 2022 by Redboi
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Chapter one: epilogue/ day 1
Warning!: there is messing in this story you have been warned
The month before all this crazy fun happened was fairly normal for Rachel, a girl with a slim body, brown eyes, such blonde hair that it almost seemed white, freckles scattered around her face, she was about 5 foot 8 inches, and had a medium sized nose leaning towards small, it was nearing summertime almost time for a break and her parents were planning a date trip for one whole week with just the two of them. Since Rachel was an only child she would have the house all to herself for a week so she planned on inviting a few of her girlfriends over to have a week long sleepover.
The first week of summer was finally here and Rachel had ordered a few packs of adult diapers for some fun games she had been planning to play. She invited 2 of her friends Brianna and Crystal who had all had been intrigued by the thought of wetting. So she said goodbye to her parents and waited eventually Crystal arrived she was a little shorter than Rachel standing at 5 feet 5 inches, she had jet black hair with grayish black natural highlights in it, she had blueish green eyes and was a little chubbier than Rachel but since Rachel was very skinny it made Crystal normal sized. They talked and discussed how much fun they were going to have this week until Brianna arrived, she was taller than the others at 5 feet 10 inches, she hat brown hair, brown eyes, and, at the moment, had an excessive amount of makeup, they all talked for awhile before deciding to start their first bit of fun. Swimming! They swam for an hour and a half before getting out, drying off and changing back into their clothes. Then they decided to have the fun they had been planning for a while now, a contest and not just any contest a holding contest. So they all peed and then put on the adult diapers Rachel ordered prior to the event they were all in just bras and diapers now they planned on drinking 1 liter of water every hour. They downed their water easily, for now…
”so what now?” Asked Rachel
”not sure, maybe watch a movie and wait for the water to set in our bladders?” Suggested Brianna
”sounds good to me” replied Crystal
They chose the movie “The Lion King” to watch and halfway in Crystal started too feel the water set in. For all the girls it only got worse from there, an hour into the movie they all downed another liter of water it was harder this time though as they all had to pee quite badly Rachel couldn’t help but to peepee dance , and Brianna held her crotch. They decided to turn off the movie and focus on the competition. Half an hour later they were all desperate to pee but didn’t want to lose the challenge Crystal got up from where she was sitting “ugp!” An interesting sound crystal made thought Rachel
”I leaked a ton!” Exclaimed Crystal
”what decides when your out of the challenge?” Asked Brianna
”I think it should be when you fully wet” said Rachel
”alright” the other two replied in unison
Rachel and Brianna stood up too and Brianna leaked a little too but not as much at Crystal they all peepee danced and squirmed around Crystal squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could, while Brianna pushed her hand on her crotch pretty hard to reinforce her bladder muscles. They reached the third hour of the challenge and drank their third liter of water although Crystal protested she ended up drinking it and they were all close to losing the challenge when suddenly Brianna and Rachel hear a huge sigh of relief as Crystal stands still
(Crystals perspective) “oh god this is so bad” she thought as she felt the horrible pressure in her bladder she felt as if she was trying to hold an elephant with her bladder with how hard she was squeezing “I’m going to lose!” She thought as she leaked a lot into her diaper, when suddenly a warmth spread through her crotch to her butt as she sighed with relief not yet realizing she was completely wetting herself she sat there for a good minute as the diaper got heavier and heavier until the pee started going down her leg she was leaking out of her diaper! It kept going down until there was a puddle of urine at her feet
All that just happened was really crazy and arousing for the other two girl but they were still holding on trying not to end up like Crystal, who decided to stay in her soaked diaper and cleaned up her mess.
it was getting late almost 8:00 and both Brianna and Rachel were holding on for dear life when it did turn 8 they both reluctantly drank their liter of water
“Can I just go to the bathroom?” Asked Brianna
”only if it’s in your diaper” said Rachel
”fine” said Brianna
”I give up” Brianna said as she started flooding her diaper with what seemed like gallons of pee and the stream seemed to go on for hours but Brianna didn’t care because it felt soooo good like Crystal it pooled around her feet but it was a much larger puddle.
“Yes!!” Exclaimed Rachel while she too flooded her daiper with a total was of urine it was almost endless as it added up flowing down her leg and pooling at the floor almost as if the diaper wasn’t there at all they all stayed in their filled diapers and decided to go to sleep.
Crystal woke up late that night and felt a bad pain in her gut and realized she needed to poop, she decided she was wearing a diaper why not use it so she let go of her pain as she messed her diaper it was much more than she expected it made a very noticeable bulge in her diaper it felt really good though and did turn her on it was so warm as it squished against her butt.
end of chapter one
what should they do tomorrow?
Do they change?
do the others mess in the morning?
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Fire Emblem: The Nervous Recluse
Connecting story to The Mage Prodigy:
Part 1
"HUH?"
Awaken, Bernadetta groggily opened her eyes to the familiar darkness of the dorm room around her. As a surprisingly solid sleeper, this was a phenomenon in and of itself. Something was off. The room was consumed in complete darkness with only a sliver of moonlight creeping in through the open window. A soft autumn breeze rolled in, its chill making Bernadetta sneak further under the thick covers for warmth. There was at least a distinct pleasant smell to the autumn breeze to give her appreciation for waking up unprovoked. It was her favorite season easily despite how much time she spent in this room. Wait. Waking up at a strange hour of the night? Running through her head a source of despair revealed itself. Panicking, the purple-haired girl scrambled with her hands to check the bedsheets beneath her. With a thankful sigh, they were perceived as still dry. It had been a while since an unwanted discovery like that, yet the danger still lingered. She gave a small and near silent exhale, a dreadful fear slipping away finding the bed to be in good condition.
When first joining the monastery Garreg Mach, Bernadetta was so desperately concerned about the rooming situation. Her room would be everything to her, a simple yet precious sanctuary to retreat to and enjoy her life. Sharing that with a complete stranger at least felt a little violating. The purple-haired girl's lifestyle seemed unique and many could not be receptive to such a conduct. She was paired with Lysithea, a petite, white-haired and diligent student apt to spending long hours in the library and study rooms of the academy. Initially, outside of the Houses, it was unclear to her how students were paired off for dormitories. Very soon after the semester had begun it became glaringly apparent why Lysithea and Bernadetta were paired while sitting in different Houses: Both occasionally were prone to wetting the bed. The bedding in their room was just the slightest bit thicker than the other rooms and accommodated with linens a little more specialized. The linen closet was stocked a tad more thoroughly and instructors monitored their room more closely than most. Garreg Mach at least seemed to respect their dilemma with as much subtlety as they could. With those details Bernadetta could only speculate as much, but of course that detail would go unspoken and unconfirmed.
It was a strangely bonding secret between the two girls and helped them to quickly become close friends. As two fairly independent students that spent a lot of time by themselves, the simple relationship between the two felt natural. Behind the closed door of a dormitory room, it felt much easier to expose that vulnerability and eventually others. To confide in someone who knew the same shame and need for secrecy became someone to celebrate successes and support when misses did occur. Who better to know than to be consoled by someone who knew the challenges of a soaked bed so well? An unsuccessful night could quickly turn either of them to uncontrollable sobbing and a desperate need to be consoled.
As they both grew older, each eagerly awaited to "grow out of bedwetting" as they had continually been told would happen, but that day did not come. Stress, anxiety, fear, nightmares: these devious influences would catch one of them unaware and to wake to a cold, wet mess. On particularly vulnerable nights the two would share a bed, finding comfort in the closeness and warmth of each other's bodies. Bedwetting started as a shameful secret of their youth, most children went through a phase of some sort. Yet as time went on and soaked sheets continued on as adults, it soon became a critical secret that swore the two to the utmost secrecy. Now grown adults, they even more crucially depended and cherished each other's support.
Drifting back to her current situation, the young woman's eyes finally became more adapted to the darkness of the room, with some of the outlines showing faintly. What woke her up? The dreadful silence of the room offered no answers. She rolled over on her side, now clearly seeing an empty bed where Lysithea would be lying. Up late studying likely, although even this seemed late for her, but not unheard of.
As if hearing her thoughts and need for an answer, a flicker of blue magicks briefly illuminated around her body under the sheets in a swirl of foreign runes. A warming pulse of energy wrapped around her waist tightening to a quick bind, before disappearing just as soon as it had appeared. It caused a brief, inviting warmth to shudder through her entire being, yet the whole spectacle seemed to disappear just as quickly as it had arrived. Bernadetta's studies had not been around Reason magic recently, but even with her limited knowledge it was clear that a spell had just been triggered on her with no indication of its source. A new and strong unease filled her body. Was this an attack on Garreg Mach or accidental cast from one of her classmates? Anyone else would have spurred to action to find immediate answers, but the meek and timid Bernadetta simply sat in her bed considering. Anxiously, her hands tightly gripped the thick bedsheets she was tucked under.
"Lysithea?", she called out full well knowing the small, white-haired girl was absent and hoping for an easy out. However the empty room provided no response. Bernadetta explored with her hand around her waist where she had seen the glowing, only to find everything as it should be. The young girl, now defeated, laid down once more and rested her head back on the pillow, staring up at the stone ceiling and wooden beams blankly. She was teeming with indecision and disquiet, locked in a battle to leave the room or wait to see what happened. Her natural uncertainty won out, laying in bed with a gnawing anxiety and unease. The spell's effects would at some point wear off or she could fall asleep and wake up tomorrow free of its impact. An all too familiar sensation in her body would not let Bernadetta wander back to sleep however.
Now as an adult woman, the dread of bedwetting was much stronger than as a child. There would be sheets to clean, there was a smell to mask, and a shame that was even harder to conceal; all as strong deterrents against these accidents. A slight need lingered in her bladder and with Bernadetta's history she would become acutely aware of the consequences of not taking advantage of waking up this early in the morning. She dreaded getting out of bed and ran a hand over where her bladder was, finding it flat and deflated. Maybe she could just go back to sleep and take the risk? She laid there tentatively weighing the choices.
As the purple-haired girl lay under the sheets a new vicious and magical heat spurred to life within her, tickling the nerves all throughout her body in a short rhythmic flow. Bernadetta squeaked in confusion and panic, although not completely opposed to the sensation. It gave her body a soft, pleasurable buzz that lingered for a minute then left. Bernadetta lightly bit her bottom lip nervously, this was no doubt the magic now taking effect. |
Yurio POV:
This is shitty.
I'm wearing a diaper.
I performed Welcome to Madness with one. The pants I was wearing were normal and not tight, so it wasn't noticeable. See, last time I ice-skated in a competition, while trained by Viktor, Afterwards I kinda, maybe, pissed myself. So now my grandpa's making me wear stupid fucking diapers.
I had to pee during the performance, but made it through. Even if it was urgent, which it wasn't, I was scared if I peed it would leak. So I didn't.
But as I was walking with Otabek to go eat, I suddenly went rigid. I mean, yeah, I could piss myself right there, but he'd find out, or hear it, or it could leak. Instead I excused myself to go to the restroom. "Aww, come on, there's a party going on, and I'm sure Yuri and Viktor'd want you to be there." He said.
"I don't give two shits about what they think." I snapped.
"Dude, please, just go there. It's only an hour away, I'll drive."
I hesitated. "Fine." I guess if it got too bad I could just go. But it wasn't even that bad yet, so...
"Awesome! Come on." He directed me to his car and I followed. I got in the passenger side while he cranked the music up. Good, I thought. If I pee he won't hear.
Otabek smiled. "So, what's up with you?"
"What do you mean? I'm an ice-dancer-duhh."
He laughed. "Just checking to make sure you weren't quitting."
"Not anytime soon." I assured him, earning me another chuckle. It made my heart pound against my chest. Wait. What?
After 15 minutes my bladder issue started getting more urgent. But not enough to say anything, so it was fine. But after another five, I said, "Hey, uh, how much longer?"
"Hmm? Oh, like 40 minutes, heh. You still need to piss? I can pull over if you want."
"No, I'm fine."
"Okay, whatever you say."
After another ten minutes I couldn't stay still. "Hey, I'll pull over. There's a gas-station in about 20 minutes-"
"I can't wait that long." I muttered.
"Dude, why didn't you let me pull over ten minutes ago?"
"It's embarrassing!" I barked, my face flushed. "It's fine. You don't have to pull over."
"What? But you just said-"
"I'm wearing dmmmpp...."
"What?"
"I-I'm wearing a d-diaper."
"YOU'RE WHAT?!" He nearly crashed the car. "Hey!" I snapped. "It's not that big a deal! I-"
"What do you mean? Kinky much?"
"It's not like that!" I shouted, now holding my crotch. "I peed my pants once and my grandpa makes me wear them now."
"Damn, harsh dude."
"Not really. He just didn't want me to get embarrassed," I paused, looking at him. "It didn't work."
He shrugged. "Well, if you've got one on...Should I still stop later? So you can put on a new one?"
"I won't need to put on a new one, idiot! It's a thing I only have during competition!" He laughed. "Okay, okay...But to be safe, maybe you should put another one on..."
"Why?!" I yelled.
"Because, we're probably gonna get drunk, and then you'd be full of fluids and not able to process things."
I huffed. "Fine. Pull over later, I don't ca-" I was cut off by a short spurt of piss escaping.
"Dude just let it out, I won't pay attention." Otabek said.
"No." I hissed. It was too embarrassing.
"Dude. Would you rather piss your pants in a gas station in front of strangers or in front of me?" I gulped. "O-okay fine."
He nodded and looked to the road.
My bladder erupted as soon as he looked away. I removed my hands and just stared down at my shaky thighs. I'd used a diaper before, but never in front of someone.
It felt good. Both the relief and the feeling of warm pee against my legs. It took everything in me not to moan. Piss kept coming, put soon I felt it dampen something other than the diaper.
"I'm fucking leaking." I muttered.
"What?" Otabek asked, concerned.
"I'M FUCKING LEAKING." My eyes filled with tears of shame.
"It's fine, don't cry-Just take your pants off. Keep the diaper on, of course, but take off your pants. So you don't ruin them and I still won't be able to see anything you don't want me to. Okay, Yuri?"
I wiped my eyes. "F-fine." I croaked. I quickly discarded my belt and then, hesitantly, my pants. Otabek kept an eye on the road.
I bit my lip as more pee came. "I'm going to ruin your seat." I said.
"I'll get a new one."
I huffed and looked out the window, my legs curled up to my chest. The diaper was completely useless at this point, I was just peeing on his seat. I kept thinking I was done, but I wasn't. I peed for another 2 minutes.
Two fingers were on my crotch to angle my dick down through the cotton. I tried to pee on the floor instead of the seat as best as I could, but in the end they were both soaked.
"Done..." I muttered shakily.
"Okay, we'll be at the gas station in 15 minutes."
~After 15 minutes~
I had put my pants back on and Otabek let me tie his jacket around my waist. I grabbed my backpack and we headed inside.
The gas station only had two people, aside from the cashiers, in it, and both were girls. It was a one person bathroom, so at least no one would be in there. But then I had a horrible realization.
"Uh-O-Otabek?"
"Yeah?"
"Uhh..." I couldn't fucking put them on by myself. I gulped. "Do...Do you need help putting them on?" He asked.
I sniffed, about to cry again.
"Shit, Yuri, don't-It's fine, I'll help."
"Really?"
"Sure."
So we walked in together and he said, "I'll try not to look the best I can, okay?" I nodded.
I sat on the sink counter-top and blushed, handing him my bag. He locked the door and pulled out the diaper. I was looking down, at anything but him.
"I can't put it on you like that." He said. He glanced at the baby changing station.
"I am not laying on that thing." I snapped. I still had a little pride left.
"Okay, it's just going to be hard." Otabek said, shrugging. I hesitated. "...Fine."
With no other words exchanged, I got up and he followed. I sat on the...Baby-changing station awkwardly. I only weighed about 90 lbs, so I wasn't going to break it or anything, it was just so...EMBARRASSING. I flipped my legs around and laid down fully, covering my face with my hand. Otabek sighed and pulled my pants down.
My face was super warm. "I'm gonna do it, ok?"
"Yeah." I muttered.
Slowly he pulled the diaper down, trying to look anywhere but at my member. He pulled it off, crumpled it up, and threw it away. I could hear him undoing the other one. I looked up, blushing miserably.
"L-lift." Otabek said. My face grew even hotter as I unwillingly lifted my ass so he could slide the diaper under. He pulled the front up and stuck the sides.
"There. Done." He moved back slightly, letting me get up to put my pants back on. "T-thanks..." I said, covering my face.
"It's fine."
~Later at the party~
Yeah. Otabek was right. I got drunk. I was currently sitting next to him at a booth, glancing at Yuri and Viktor (both also drunk) dryly flirting with each other.
He snickered. "How much you wanna bet they'll fuck?"
"Oh, they will." I said definitely.
He smiled and laid back against the seat. "Have to pee yet?"
"Yeah." I admitted.
He smirked, and grabbed my waist, moving me to his lap. "Okayyy...Just do it."
I normally would have shoved him off and ran away. But I was drunk. And gay. And he was hot. And also gay.
I peed.
It was so much less-shameful. This time I actually enjoyed it, moaning as he grinded against me. It didn't take long for me to leak again, but neither of us cared. I groaned again, rubbing my chest against his. He held me by the ass. After maybe 20 more seconds, I stopped, and leaned back against the table. There was a small little puddle of pee in our laps. Otabek smirked.
"I dare you to drink it."
I obeyed. He kept his legs crossed as I slid under the table and moved my head near his lap. He widened his legs and I stuck my mouth in. quickly gulping it down. I sucked his dampened pants, making him groan slightly. "Okay, okay." He said. "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves."
I nodded.
Otabek moved me back into his lap and eventually I fell asleep.
I woke up in the back seat of a car. He was next to me, holding me head to his shoulder. "I got an uber," He explained. I nodded, and drifted back to sleep. But first I asked, "Wait, are you taking me back to your house?"
"Yep."
"Can I sleep there?"
"Yeah."
"Okay..."
~End~
Edited August 1, 2022 by BlueBirdNails
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When summer rolls around, that always means vacations for Reese and their friends Seth, Jackson, Marco, and Elliot. The group always went on a vacation together for summer, and this years destination was the beach! Because they couldn’t all be together in a car, Reese went with Seth in his car and Jackson, Marco, and Elliot went in a car. The group had decided that they would all meet up at the same gas stations between breaks so that they could track where everyone was. Reese had gone over to Seth’s house early that morning, and the two were in the car and on there way. The beach was a couple hours away, so they wouldn’t get there until dinner. Seth turned on some music and the two chatted for a bit, the drive going well for the first hour and a half. Seth was usually tired, so he had brought coffee with him since it was early in the morning, and it seemed as if the liquid had caught up with him while they were stuck in some traffic due to people going on road trips and such.
”Ugh, this stupid traffic! And we won’t be able to get to a rest stop soon after it clears out.” Seth mumbled, shifting in his seat.
Seth clearly had to go badly, and Reese looked around for possible things they could use. They had brought a few water bottles, and Reese’s was mostly full… but…
”I can chug my water bottle and you can uh… use it.” Reese replied.
Seth looked over at them. “Are you sure?”
Reese nodded. “It’s not like I’ll be able to use it for anything else other than drinking water, and I’m fine right now.”
Seth let Reese finish off the bottle. While Reese was drinking the water, their friend squirmed a little more. Reese handed Seth the empty bottle and looked away, the sound of the bottle quickly filling up coming soon after. Seth put the full bottle in the backseat and smiled at his friend sheepishly.
”Uh… thanks.” Seth said.
”no problem.” Reese gave their friend a pat on the shoulder. “that’s what friends are for.”
The traffic moved slowly, and the two were stuck there for an hour and a half before they were finally able to get back on the road. By then, Reese could feel their bladder filling quite a bit, but stayed silent. There would be a lot of traffic on the way to the beach, so they could when everyone got lunch. Despite the air conditioning, the car was very hot. Reese kept getting water, and their conversations with Seth helped them keep their mind off their need. But as they kept going, their need got stronger. It was about midday when the group was finally able to get lunch.
“We’re getting takeout at Panera since we’ve been stuck in traffic most of the day, and it’ll only get worse from here.” Seth said.
”Oh…” This wasn’t good news for Reese, but they didn’t want to make everybody stop. “Alright!”
”You okay?” Seth asked.
Reese nodded, trying their best not to shift around. “I’m fine!”
They finally were about to get in the car line for Panera when Seth suddenly hit the brakes. Reese went flying forward only to be caught by their seatbelt, but the seatbelt pressed against their bladder and caused it to leak. Reese squirmed to get it under control, and luckily Seth was busy honking at someone and glaring at another car.
”That guy could’ve hit us! You alright Reese?”
Reese quickly stopped squirming as Seth looked at them. “That surprised me, but I’m alright.”
Seth gave Reese a look and then got in the car line. The two got their orders and then were on the road again. Reese looked over at Seth.
”When do you think we’ll head on over to a rest stop?”
“Probably in the next 30 minutes.” Seth replied. “Why?”
”I just want to stretch my legs, that’s all.” Reese lied.
The next 30 - 40 minutes passed agonizingly slow for Reese as they forced themself not to squirm or hold their crotch. Their bladder slowly continued to fill, and by the time they got to a rest stop, Reese was incredibly uncomfortable. Reese saw a family restroom and walked towards it, trying to open the door. They frowned when it was locked, but then looked up and saw the “Out of Order.” Sign. Just my fucking luck. Reese thought frustratedly. They thought about using the girls restroom, but they didn’t want to deal with that again. Reese simply shook their head and rejoined the group, trying not to fidget.
”Everyone ready to head out?” Elliot asked, smiling.
”Yep!” Reese said, forcing a smile.
Everyone headed back to their cars, and Reese got back in the passenger seat of Seth’s car. The two drove a bit, and Reese was leaking a lot from not using anything to hold in their pee. Rain started to pick up, and Reese only grew more desperate. A MASSIVE leak suddenly escaped their bladder, and Reese quickly crossed their legs and grabbed their crotch.
”Reese, did you not use the bathroom at our stop?” Seth asked.
”I-It was out of order.” Reese could feel their cheeks getting warm.
”I’ll find a rest stop after we get out of this traffic asap, I promise.” Seth said.
While the effort was sweet, Reese knew that they wouldn’t even be able to get out of the car without peeing themselves. Not even a second after the thought, Reese’s bladder completely let go and pee
flooded their shorts and the seat. Reese felt their eyes water.
”I-I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing…”
Seth put a hand on Reese’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t be upset. It was a genuine accident, and I can clean the seat. I just feel bad you held it so long.”
Reese smiled at their friend. “thanks for being so nice.”
”I’m your friend silly, I’m supposed to be nice. I won’t tell anyone else about this, I promise. We can clean you up at a gas station or something.”
(More adventures with Reese and their friends are coming soon) |
With Tatiana in Croatia
Chapter 3 The Clubhouse.
I was preparing breakfast for us when I heard the noise coming from the cabin. It was Tatiana who woke up after 14 hours of sleep. Good morning beautiful I said, slept well. I was really tired of all that goodies yesterday but you squeeze my tits and finger me like I have no feeling. But your tongue does its job well that is certainly worth repeating. That was nice Rob. What do you want to do today Rob, Tatiana asked me. I asked Monica if she and her brother would like to be at the community center around 10 am. I want to discuss with him what needs to be done to get it in order for your father's party. How many people do you think will come Rob. I assume a man or 60, I said, but maybe there will be more.
It's time, I said. We return the boat and go to Monica and her brother. Full throttle we sailed to the harbor and returned the boat.
When we arrived at the association building we had to wait for Monica and her brother. Tatiana I would like you to join the conversations as an interpreter because not everyone speaks enough English. Do you want to do that, I asked. Yes of course she answered. Fine, here come Monica and her brother. Both got out of the car and Monica introduced her brother Janko to us. Monica, who looked good, had prepared herself well. She picked up the drawings and began to explain that the sewer is only suitable for a maximum of 4 toilets. There are now 10. The sewer must be excavated and renewed. For the party I think we should keep a maximum of 3 toilets open inside for the ladies and the children. And outside we temporarily place 3 toilets for the men. Is 6 toilets for 60 men not too little, Tatiana asked. I don't think so replied Monica. It is a fairly private party where not too much alcohol will be served. In addition, I am afraid that the sewerage will become clogged again if we start using more toilets. Outside we can only place a maximum of 3 toilets otherwise we do not have enough parking spaces for the cars.
You have thought that through well Monica and what are your further plans. Well I suggest we have a drink at the table there first. I brought some crates of water here yesterday. We sat down at the table and Monica poured. She set down 2 large water pitchers and continued her story. The garden will also have to be tackled and the toilet rooms too. In the kitchen, the electricity and water are out of order. As she spoke, Tatiana and Monica drank a lot of water. After about 2 hours a car arrived. Monica had provided sandwiches and some salads. You are a great hostess, I complimented her. I turned to Janko, at the end of next week I want to throw the party, do you think you have enough time to carry out the work? Yes that should work Rob, if we come to an agreement on the price then I can start tomorrow morning. We will have to work through the weekend and I expect to finish the last jobs on Thursday.
Both women drank heavily and I saw that Tatiana's abdomen was already beginning to swell. I knew she could hold this for hours and continue drinking without peeing. Monica was now rocking hard in her chair. What price do you think, Janko, I asked him. Janko repeated the work and asked if that is it. Can you also arrange the outside toilets, I asked. That's no problem and he immediately called to ask what that would cost. All in all I arrive at this amount and he showed me his letter with activities and prices. I was struck by how meticulously he had drafted this, it must be a family thing. I agree, I said and finished my glass. I filled the glass for everyone and turned back to Monica. Monica, would you like to invite the guests on the list I emailed you. Tell them that Tatiana's parents are throwing a party next week to mark Ivan's retirement. If they want to bring extra people that's fine but don't insist. It's okay Rob, Monica replied who couldn't sit still anymore. Monica got up and asked Tatiana to help her serve the sandwiches. The girls went to the kitchen to get crockery and cutlery. You could clearly see Monica was having a hard time while Tatiana still looked comfortable. I have to pee like a racehorse, Monica told Tatiana.
Yes, that comes from drinking all that water, Tatiana said, but it won't take that long, Monica. You have to hold on for a while. I know, it's part of my job as a waitress. They brought the sandwiches and filled the glasses. We had only just started eating when a luxury car pulled up onto the property. I looked at Monica and Janko and they didn't know who it was either. The man got out and my mouth dropped open in surprise. It was Zoran Lisette's connection that had helped Tatiana's parents so well. He entered the room and introduced himself neatly to everyone. He shook my hand and gave me a wink. Good I thought, the secret is kept.
I understand that the building has changed hands," he said. Is the new owner here? That's me, I said. Good, because I come on behalf of the municipality to speak about something. Can we go separately? That's good, I replied and we walked out. Thanks for not saying anything, I said. That was our agreement after all and he started his conversation.
The alderman told me you're throwing a party in Ivan's honor. That's right, I said. He continued, Ivan has saved many lives of people here from the city. We would like to award Ivan a medal of heroism during the celebration.
Of course we as a municipality will be happy to inform you whether the costs of the party will be fully covered. What do you think of Rob? I think it's a fantastic idea Zoran. That man deserves that medal. I'm glad to hear that, Zoran said. Shall we share the expenses, he asked. No, that's not necessary Zoran. But I have a lot of ideas to make this building profitable. If I want to implement those ideas, I may need permits. The municipality has agreed to speed up the procedures and I could really use your support in this. You can count on me Rob, he said succinctly. He walked to his car and I went back inside. Monica walked up to me and asked if she could talk to me separately. I thought for a moment, well I guess I'll be needed here for a while and then I can take you home and we can talk in the car. That's good she replied. When she walked back to the table I saw her difficult walk. That beautiful woman has a very full bladder.
I sat down at the table again and told Tatiana that I will take Monica home. I understand that she said with a smile. She is a beautiful woman and her bladder has been very full for an hour. How is your bladder I asked. It is also very full but I still have some time. I hope you don't run out of energy after you bring Monica home. Because I'm really horny from all this excitement today. I won't let you down with your hormones, I promised her. Monica also stood by and asked me if it would take long. Are you in a hurry, I asked. Ehh no said Monica and I saw in her eyes that she was lying. I think we leave in 20 minutes. I want to talk to your brother for a second. Have another drink and I'll be right there for you. Tatiana looked at me with glittering eyes, she knew what I was doing. Poor Monica she doesn't have a bladder as big as I have.
After I had made clear agreements with Janko, I walked to Monica. I'm ready, are you coming? She got up and walked with me slightly bent to the car. I started the 8 cylinder and drove towards the center. I saw that she was squeezing terribly.
What did you want to talk to me about Monica? I've always wanted to have my own restaurant, but I don't have the money for it, she began. And now you want to ask me if you can rent a restaurant in my building, is that right? Yes Rob, I'm sure I can. I am also convinced of that Monica, but I am not yet sure what I want to do with the location. I want to fully focus on the party and make decisions afterwards. But I take your idea very seriously, is that enough for you at the moment. She was rocking hard in her chair and all she could focus on was her overfilled bladder. Rob, you seem like an honest guy who does what he says so I'm happy with your answer.
God, what do I need to pee, she said suddenly. Exciting, I said playfully. Yes, many men find it horny when a woman has to pee, she said. They like it when a woman is in pain. That's not quite true Monica from me a woman doesn't have to be in pain. I find it horny when they feel uncomfortable or are afraid that they will pee her pants.
Well then you better get excited because I feel very uncomfortable and almost pee in my pants. Here you have to feel my belly. She took my hand and put it on her stomach, her bladder was rock hard. I would rather feel something else, I said. Maybe another time Rob, but I think that's too early for now. I would like to take care of the entire party out of friendship, is that okay Rob? I gladly answered, I will give you money for the purchase. I grabbed my wallet and handed her a card and the PIN. Here is 25K euros if it is too little tell me so I can top it up. She looked at me with wide eyes and I understood very well why. I only work with people I trust Monica. I think it's wonderful when people want to develop. So do your best and do what you are good at and you will get the most out of your life. I will not disappoint you Rob. Don't disappoint yourself Monica and if you need me you have my number. She gave me a quick kiss because she had to pee a lot.
I drove back to the building where Tatiana was waiting with her legs crossed. Rob my bladder almost bursts, after you drove away with Monica I drank 3 more glasses of water, it really doesn't fit. I laughed, you can set the clock with you. If you haven't been to the toilet for six hours, you really need to pee.
Let's leave quickly, Rob, because I want to have some time left when we get home. How was the conversation with Monica? Monica would like to open a restaurant at the location. I explained to her that I don't know yet but take her wish very seriously. You shouldn't play with her Rob, that girl wants to make something of her life and she makes an effort for that. I don't play with her Tatiana. It's about how she feels Rob. She is a beautiful woman and she really knows that. She's smart and she knows you want to fuck her. You must have told her that you find a full bladder exciting. That's all true, I said. But I have no intention of playing with her feelings. I know Rob, but does she know too? It is a woman and they are different from men. You are the hunter and she is the game. So who do you think is more cautious and suspicious? I've never looked at it that way, but I don't know what to do about it. Just be yourself Rob but don't lead her on. The importance to her is very great and you are her opportunity. Do you understand what I mean? 100% I said, thanks for your advice.
We walked into the shed and Tatiana went to the bathroom. When she came back she was naked and immediately took me to bed. I want you to lick my pussy Rob I just washed her. Can you still squeeze your bladder long enough because I'm not a urine drinker and don't want you to pee in my face. That won't happen Rob, but you have to hurry. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs flexibly. It didn't seem to bother her, but at least it was a split. I saw her move her sphincters as a sign that she needed to pee a lot. I started licking like a cat drinking milk and turning her hips and going up and down. She came for the first time and I continued. It lasted less than 5 minutes and her 2nd orgasm came. She lay there panting twice within 15 minutes. Now it was my turn and lay down next to her. No Rob she said we do it differently. She lay down on my chest with her pussy and put my cock in her mouth. I was amazed and started licking her. I touched her clitoris hard but she couldn't scream with my cock in her mouth. And for the 3rd time she had an orgasm. I pushed her up slightly and put my finger in her hole and then I came myself. Hmpff humpff, came out of her mouth. She lay down next to me and smiled at me. I like this way of taking revenge, I said.
I need to catch my breath because your cock got all the way down my throat and I couldn't breathe. I understand that and looked at her full bladder. I urgently need to empty it. I'd like you to hold it up a little longer, I said. You're crazy Rob I can't do that. Well where we are going to take a shower so that we are fresh and have a drink in the garden. Then you go pee and we see how much you had in your bladder. I can try Rob but my bladder is protesting enormously. I saw the huge bump that was already sticking out above her navel. We walked to the bathroom and got in the shower. The flowing water did not miss its effect. She stood like a statue next to me using all her strength to hold back her pee. Ooh ooh, my bladder is about to burst, she moaned. I know you want to train my bladder Rob but how much is the maximum, Tatiana asked. I want to see you pee 1500 cc once, I replied. Not anymore because then your bladder will become limp after a period. Recently it was 1325 cc so still a little bit.And when my bladder has reached that what will be the next target, she moaned. I don't know yet Tatiana but that will take a while. It should not go too fast because then there is a chance that you will damage your bladder. 25cc per month is more than enough.
She walked over to the measuring cup and started to pee heart into it and when she was finally done there was 1375 cc in the measuring cup. I'm glad it's out Rob my bladder looked like a soccer ball. Yes it is very nice that you pee so much in your bladder but it goes too fast. I get so horny with a full bladder so I have the time. Then I hope I can be your trainer Tatiana for so long. |
Hiya! Making my Omo debut with a short story I wrote back in 2020. Hope you enjoy!
The Starbucks Drive Through
It was a hectic day at work as Jenny crossed her legs in the drive thru window. She’d taken the job at Starbucks to help her work through college and enjoyed the work most of the time. After two years, she was a natural at making drinks quickly and could recite the full menu and prices for extra pumps without looking. Starbucks' Goldwood location was a relatively small one, and it made for a chill environment.
That all changed once the pandemic hit. After being closed for months, her branch was now open for drive thru only. While she certainly felt safer, the policy did have its drawbacks. The line of cars was seemingly never ending and taking a break during her four hour shifts was almost impossible. The lack of breaktime was what led to Jenny’s predicament now. She still had an hour and a half left and was really starting to regret the free latte she’d paired with half of her water bottle. She took order after order with the line showing no sign of stopping for a much-needed dash to the bathroom. She tapped her foot and began to hum to herself in between cars.
A knock at the door suddenly startled her. Her coworker Ronnie got up from making the drinks and turned to see two young women, a blonde and a brunette, knocking at the door. They said something Jenny couldn’t make out, but Ronnie shook his head and pointed to the sign on the door.
“What was that about?”
“Needed a bathroom. Feel bad turning them away, but I’m not breaking the policy to risk upsetting corporate,” Ronnie said.
“Fair enough,” Jenny said as Ronnie handed her a drink to give to the next car up.
“At least I’m not the only one in this predicament,” Jenny thought to herself. She cast a glance over at the clock. Only an hour and fifteen minutes to go.
Vanessa climbed into Kelly’s CRV and crossed her legs tightly. She’d forgotten to use the restroom at the mall before leaving and the sparkling water she’d been sipping while shopping had definitely caught up with her along with the coke from lunch.
“Thought they’d at least let us in if we had masks on,” Kelly muttered while tying back her blonde hair. “Let’s just get this coffee and go back to my place.”
“Sounds good,” Vanessa said. She could tell that she had to pee more than Kelly, but coffee had been her idea so she knew she couldn’t complain. She’d always had the smaller bladder of the two, but Kelly just so happened to have gone more recently than her this time around. Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long. They pulled into the drive thru line and she gasped at how long it was. At least ten cars were wrapped around the building!
“Maybe we should just go,” Kelly said.
“I agree,” Vanessa said.
Moments before Kelly could put the car in reverse, a truck pulled in behind them. Due to the concrete barrier on the side of the drive thru lane, they were now stuck. “Well never mind,” Kelly said.
Back inside, Jenny was in bad shape. She was sitting with one foot under her butt and tapping the other. Her jeans seemed to fit exceptionally tight with her bladder bump. She continued to squirm before resolving to unbutton her jeans. The top of her lavender panties was on display, but she didn't care. As another car crawled up to the window, she felt the worst pang yet. Still an hour and five minutes to go.
“Five more cars then I HAVE to go,” she told herself. She hated to hold up the line, but was running out of other options.
The moment she thought this, the next car was naturally a family with four indecisive children who kept changing their orders again and again. Jenny scrambled to get the order right and passed it onto Ronnie. He made the drinks only to be told one of them was incorrect. Jenny knew it wasn’t but was in no mood to argue with the mom. After getting the “correct” order back from Ronnie, Jenny looked at the clock. That one car had brunt fifteen minutes alone! No wonder her legs were shaking so badly. Now openly holding herself, he put on a pained smiles as she took the next car’s order.
She was halfway through taking the next order when she gasped. She felt something damp as a few drops of pee seeped into her underwear.
“Is everything alright?” the customer asked.
“Oh, uh yes. I just dropped my pen by accident haha,” Jenny grimaced while struggling to contain the ocean inside her. She would check this woman out and make a mad dash for the bathroom. She had no other choice.
“About time! I’ve been waiting forever! This is the slowest Starbucks ever!” The next woman in line snapped.
Jenny sighed. There was no way she was making this woman wait any longer. She handed her the drink while trying her absolute hardest to keep a straight face as a second leak escaped.
“Next car and I am going!”
About freaking time,” Kelly muttered as they pulled up to the window. Vanessa couldn’t agree with her more. They’d been stuck in line for nearly 40 minutes! Kelly was openly shifting in her seat and Vanessa herself was rocking back and forth while tapping her foot.
“Hi a café mocha and caramel macchiato for Kelly,” Kelly said.
“Ah yes that’ll be $11.12 drinks will be out in a few minutes. We’ve had some uh… delays,” the drive thru girl said. The second she finished speaking, Vanessa saw her bolt up and hurry away from the window.
“You’ve gotta be kidding!” Vanessa exclaimed. There was no doubt about where in the restaurant she was going.
“Hang in there Ness,” Kelly assured her. “Thank goodness my place has two bathrooms though,” she giggled.
Jenny took off running the second the drive through customers were out of sight.
“What the-“ Ronnie stammered.
“I have to pee!” Jenny shouted. A three second spurt leaked as she ran. It was going to be a close call. She threw the bathroom door open and ran in. She frantically shut it and latched the door. She then looked down to untie her apron. Another spurt leaked as Jenny realized she made a terrible mistake. This was the longest spurt yet and it soaked through her jeans and onto the apron. Jenny scrambled to yank her jeans down as her exhausted bladder finally caved. She wet herself in full force as a golden waterfall flooded her jeans and now dark purple panties. She sat on the toilet, but only the last few seconds of her stream made it in. Time slowed down as she struggled to comprehend having an accident that badly at age 22.
“I can’t go out there like this…”
Vanessa shoved her hand into her crotch begging her striped panties to remain dry. “This was the worst idea ever,” she said through gritted teeth.
“No kidding,” said Kelly. “I haven’t had to go this badly since I nearly wet myself in line at Six Flags.”
“I haven’t had to go this badly since I DID wet myself on that road trip to visit Olivia,” Vanessa said.
Kelly laughed only to catch herself. “Not the time for that.”
“Hi! Café mocha and iced caramel macchiato for Kelly.”
Vanessa looked up and saw that the girl from earlier had been replaced by a brown haired boy.
“Thank you so much!” Kelly said. She took the coffee, handed the tray to Vanessa and pulled out as fast as she could.
“Drive, drive drive!” Vanessa insisted. She could feel a few leaks escape.
“No, I was thinking about parking on the shoulder and walking home,” Kelly said sarcastically. “I’ll take Highway 23 since that road let’s go 60.”
“Good plan,” Vanessa agreed. 23 was a bit of a back country road, with a longer distance in miles, but a shorter trip due to a faster speed limit and fewer lights. Kelly turned onto 23 and Vanessa watched the speedometer crank up to 50, then 60, then 70.
“Fewer cops on 23 too,” Kelly laughed.
They sped along the highway until a loud pop shook the car. Vanessa was thrown backwards as Kelly pulled off the road and into a ditch.
“Fuck! I hit a nail. Flat tire.”
“That’s not our only problem!” Vanessa shouted. The wild swings in momentum were far too much for her distraught bladder to handle. She scrambled to grab the door handle as a torrent of urine poured through her white shorts. Vanessa frantically clamped her sphincter shut and flung the door open. She hopped into the grass fighting to hold on just a little longer and yank her shorts down. She managed to unzip them before a second wave came, and there was no stopping this one.
Vanessa sighed as her final attempts to fight the flood did nothing.
“Nice stripes!” Kelly shouted as Vanessa’s shorts became see through.
“Very funny Kell. Let me call David from work. He lives out this way and is good at mechanic stuff,” Vanessa said. She dialed his number twice but both went straight to voicemail. “Band practice on Saturdays,” she remembered.
“Well my phone died at the mall,” Kelly said. “Any other ideas?”
“Not at the moment,” Vanessa sighed.
“Thanks Ronnie. You’re best!” Jenny told him as he finished the last car of their shift and started to mop the floor. “I’d give you a hug, but uh…”
“I appreciate the thought,” Ronnie said. The truth was that he’d welcome a hug from Jenny in her current state, but knew no way of saying that without sounding weird. He gave her his coat to tie around her waist, and they headed out as the next two workers started the closing shift. He walked Jenny to her car and she handed him the jacket. “Hope that doesn’t smell too badly.”
“I was going to do laundry and watch basketball one I got home anyway,” Ronnie said.
“Oh. Well that that timed itself well,” Jenny said. “See you on our next shift.”
“See ya,” Ronnie said. He climbed into his car happily humming to himself still amazed by what he’d witnessed at work. It was the perfect night to turn up the music and take the long way home. Since he was still new to Goldwood, he booted up Waze and punched in the Highway 23 route to his apartment.
He got about ten minutes down the road when the app spoke up. “Stopped vehicle ahead.” Ronnie looked off to the side to see a red CRV on the shoulder with its hazards flashing. One girl sat on the hood playing on her phone while the other appeared to be dancing around.
“Everything alright?” Ronnie asked.
The brunette sitting on the hood hopped down and walked over. She looked vaguely familiar for a reason he couldn’t quite place. “We’ve got a flat tire and Kell’s already using her spare at the back. You don’t happen to know of a tire place that’s still open, do you?”
Ronnie tried to focus on the girl, but for some reason his jacket began to smell a lot stronger. He looked back at her and his eyes focused on her soaked shorts. She noticed him staring and blushed.
“It’s been a long day,” she said.
“I can tell,” Ronnie chuckled. “But to answer your question, Tires for Less closed at six. They’re my usual go to. I think Matt’s Tires is closed as well.”
“Great…” she said. “Hey Kell, come over when you’ve hit the high score on Just Dance.”
“I am dancing in order to stay dry unlike someone else! You two just figure something out before I- "
The blonde girl froze.
“There’s no way,” Ronnie thought to himself.
A damp spot formed on Kelly’s denim skirt before it expanded and a forceful jet of pee ran down her legs. She cupped a hand over her mouth while Ronnie struggle to contain his excitement and her friend laughed hysterically. The damp patch covered most her skirt by the time the last few droplets hit the ground.
“Well, you two must have had a lot to drink,” Ronnie said awkwardly.
“Water, coke, and Starbucks will do that to you,” the brunette said.
Ronnie paused at the mention of Starbucks. He put two and two together and realized they were the same girls that had needed the bathroom over two hours prior. He considered saying something but didn’t want to risk embarrassing them further. Instead, he popped open his trunk and took out his own spare before walking it over. “I think that’s actually close enough to a fit.”
“Then let’s try it,” the brunette said.
Ronnie grabbed his jack, and sure enough, his spare worked. As he tightened the last lugnut, the brunette approached him. “Let’s swap numbers and we’ll get the spare back to you later in the week,” she said.
“Sounds good,” Ronnie said. He handed over his phone and she saved her number as a contact called “Vanessa C”. He entered his own number as “Ronnie A” and handed her phone back.
“Thanks so much for your help!” Vanessa said.
“No problem,” Ronnie said. He took one last look at the blue stripes of Vanessa’s underwear visible through her soaked shorts as she walked off.
He rolled his window up, turned on the music and drove home. He headed inside and sat down on the couch when his phone buzzed.
Vanessa 😄 Ronnie, you’re the man! 😊
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Best day of work ever.” |
With Tatiana in Croatia
Chapter 4 Tatiana teaches Monica a lesson.
I was looking at my drawing when Tatiana came to sit next to me. Will that be the new clubhouse Rob. Yes this is a sketch as I want it to be for now but it will no doubt change with time. I see you also signed a restaurant, will it be Monica's? I see you like her. Yes, I think she is indeed a sweet girl, but too ambitious, Tatiana replied. One day she will get into trouble because of this.
I haven't noticed that yet, but there's a chance she's getting overconfident. Still, I want to give her a chance. I've thought it over and I want Monica to own that restaurant. Today I tell her, she expects her brother to finish the renovation tomorrow and they want to know if there is anything that needs to be done.
We arrived at the building and we immediately saw how beautiful the parking lot and the garden has become. Beautiful, this has become so neat, the men's toilets outside were neatly set up. We walked in and I was pleasantly surprised, unbelievable what a precision this is decorated. What a beautiful decoration. Monica came running, she walked as if her bladder was full. What do you think of Rob, she asked me. I am amazed at how neat it has become, really beautiful and how hard work has been done. I watched her grow, she was as proud as a peacock. I still need some money Rob, she spoke businesslike. I have received a discount on many items, but I am still short of 5000 euros. I'll make sure it's in the account tomorrow Monica, do you have some time for me. Tatiana, who knew what I was going to tell, asked if Janko, Monica's brother, would join us. What's going on Monica asked me? Did I do something wrong, she asked nervously.
Monica I said, I'm very proud of what I see here. You had to put in more than 100% effort to achieve this. Janko, thank you and your men for all your efforts and I hereby invite you to the party. The men thought it was fantastic and became happier. I've decided that a restaurant is really in order here. And with Monica as owner and hostess, it can only be a success. Happy as a child she flew around my neck. Thank you Rob, oh I'm so happy. Let's have a drink and then we'll walk around the building to see what's left to do.
After a few drinks, Monica and I walked around the building. I indicated some small changes and we walked in to the ladies toilets. It was nicely decorated and I saw that there are 3 toilets available. I saw Monica crossing her legs again and rubbing her bladder. I could feel her stance giving me a hard cock and she knew it. The toilets don't work, because I think you need to pee. The toilets are working fine Rob. But there are few toilets here and I don't think it's appropriate to use them as a hostess. That's why I train my bladder and empty my bladder just before the party starts, she came close to me and I felt her full bladder. She was clearly excited to win me over to her.
Well then you have to increase your small bladder and your willpower, Monica!! It was Tatiana who had gone into space without our hearing. Excuse me, said Monica, I bet my bladder and willpower are greater than yours. That was exactly what Tatiana wanted to hear and said, what do you want to bet on Monica? Monica felt worked up, the loser will have sex with a full bladder with Rob. No, Tatiana said, I'm a lesbian so I don't fuck with men. But I do want to blow him and he can lick my pussy when my bladder is full. Fine Monica said, we're having a pee holding game and Rob can make up the games.
I stood by and was 95% convinced that Monica was overestimating herself or underestimating Tatiana. In any case, she was impulsive and very emotional and that is dangerous in the business world. Tatiana's feeling was right again. Okay girls, I'll come up with some games for you to play while you fill your bladder. What time do we start? Can we meet at my house at 3 p.m., then I'll be ready for the game, Monica asked. Fine then Tatiana and I will be at your house at 3 pm.
It was 3 pm and we rang the doorbell of Monica. She opened it and I saw that she had already set several glasses of water on the table. Shall we start right away she asked, what have you come up with for us Rob. In front of me were 2 beautiful girls who wanted to fill their bladder for me. I will have sex with the loser. How beautiful life is, I thought.
I see you have already put glasses of water on the table. I suggest you start drinking 3 glasses as soon as possible. They each took 3 glasses of water and set them down in front of them. The game is on, start drinking, I said. Monica was the first to empty the 3 glasses and said to Tatiana, actually this is not a game for little girls. Tatiana barely responded and asked what we were going to do next.
I took 2 small chains from my bag and put them tightly around the waist of the girls. So now you can't pull your pants down to pee. I gave each of them a half liter bottle of water and told them we were going to take the bus through Split. We walked to the bus stop and the girls started drinking. The bus arrived and we got in. We drove for about half an hour when Monica asked for a new bottle of water. I gave it to her and she drank it in one go.
I gave each a new bottle. We get off at the next bus stop and then you can shop at my expense, I said. They drank quietly as we walked through the shopping street. Tatiana walked into a souvenir shop and bought a pair of beautiful earrings. The weather was beautiful and there were many people on the street. It's not nice to pee your pants now, I told the girls. That won't happen to me, Monica said. Do you have another bottle of water for me, Monica asked with a defiant look at Tatiana. I gave her a new bottle and noticed that Monica was constantly challenging Tatiana. Tatiana felt it, but she didn't feel like reacting to it. She assumed her own strength. When we came to a jeweler, Monica saw a beautiful necklace. I would like to have it around my neck on Saturday, is that allowed Rob or is that too expensive. No, I said, you can buy it, but then you have to drink a few sips of water.
She picked up the bottle of water and began to drink from it. When Monica had finished drinking, she asked Tatiana if she could keep it up. Yes, it will work, Tatiana replied calmly.
We are now about 2 hours on the road and I suggest we head home. By now Monica felt her bladder filling. Not bad yet, but it could go quickly now because she had already drunk a lot. Rob I'm having a great time can't we stay a little longer, Monica asked. I have another fun game to play at home. It would be a shame if we can't play that anymore because you've already had a lot to drink. I don't feel anything yet, Monica lied to impress me.
We were waiting for the bus for 20 minutes and now it was Tatiana who asked for a bottle of water. She offered Monica one too, but she said she wasn't thirsty. As a hostess, you can't refuse drinks from guests Monica, Tatiana said. That was a smart comment I thought but said nothing. You're right Monica thought, her bladder was starting to get very full. Give me a bottle of water too, Rob. To compensate for the matter, Monica emptied the bottle in one go.
You're going to lose this Monica because Tatiana is in control, I thought to myself. The bus stopped and we got off. We walked into the living room and I asked the girls to put on their bikinis. I untied the chains and the girls undressed to put on their bikinis. Two fantastically beautiful female bodies stood in front of me and I had a direct view of their bladders. Monica's bladder was already nicely set up, but Tatiana's was not yet. It couldn't be otherwise, because we've only been on it for three hours and Tatiana can hold her pee for 6 hours until her bladder seems to burst and even then she could hold it for another hour. Monica saw it too and became quieter.
I have the wheel of “The full bladder” here, I said. Each field has an assignment. It must turn at least 2 times and you must complete the assignment that the arrow ends on. Anyone who does not spin the wheel twice or does not carry out the assignment correctly must drink a glass of water as a punishment. Who wants to start, I asked. I'll start, Tatiana said and turned the wheel firmly. 12 sit-ups. She lay down on the floor and carried out the assignment with ease. Now it was Monica's turn and she gave the wheel a tug. She also had to perform 12 sit ups. She lay down on the floor and started. Tightening her abs put a lot of pressure on her highly visible full bladder. On the 10th time she felt a rush in her bladder but she continued. Do you have to pee Monica, Tatiana asked. Ehh yes, my bladder is really starting to fill up and her face was turning. Do you have to pee too, yes I have to pee too, Tatiana said calmly.
Tatiana turned the wheel firmly. Drink a glass of water was her order. Tatiana picked up a glass and emptied it. Now it was Monica's turn, she turned the wheel and she was allowed to do 12 push ups. She couldn't get more than 8 times and then her arm muscles gave up. She knew she had to drink a glass now and she did. Her bladder started to fill up and she squeezed her pussy. I saw the bulge below her navel and knew she had to exert a lot of force to hold it up.
Now it was Tatiana's turn, listen to running water for 12 seconds. She went to the kitchen and turned on the tap. She crossed her legs in a reflex. Yet you also have to pee Tatiana, Monica said. I told you so, I also feel my bladder but I have it under control, Tatiana replied calmly. Monica was getting more and more difficult, she thought that Tatiana is mentally strong. She jerked the wheel. Rob may rub your bladder for 12 seconds. Oh no, Monica thought, but kept her body under control. She lay down on the couch and I saw that her bladder was quite full. I started rubbing gently and felt her hard bladder. 12 seconds passed and Monica got up with difficulty. Now it was Tatiana's turn, sit in a split and pee a little in a cup.
She looked at me but said nothing. She grabbed 2 chairs, took a cup and sat down on the chairs with great agility in splits. She put her bikini aside and peed a little in the cup.
Monica stared in admiration at the flexible Tatiana. You are very nimble Tatiana, said appreciatively. Thank you Tatiana said, finally Monica is starting to speak with respect, she thought.
Now it was Monica's turn, stand wide-legged and stretch completely and hold your breath for 2 minutes. 2 minutes is a long time Rob, Monica said and started taking a few deep breaths. She spread her legs and had to work her pelvic muscles with all her might. She stretched and held her breath. After about 90 seconds, her chest began to swell and color her face. Oh, I need to pee I can hardly hold it anymore. The pressure in her lungs grew and she gripped her pussy with her hands. She saw another 10 seconds on the clock. Her eyes were wide open and her body contracted. Air air, I must breathe, Monica thought. Finally the 2 minutes were up. You did a good job, I said. Monica was still panting from this enormous effort.
have to be an honest loser and let Rob fuck me or do I have another round? Monica thought, but Tatiana is so strong I'll never win. She now saw how stupid she had been, but she wanted that restaurant so badly and tried to win Rob over. Rob had trusted her and she wanted more. That's why she seduced Rob with her full bladder. She was very ashamed, Tatiana had shown her that she was not doing well with her behavior. She had also underestimated Tatiana and that was not smart.
She looked at Tatiana sweetly and respectfully but said nothing. That wasn't necessary because Tatiana had already figured it out for a long time. I saw the whole scene play out and thought, it's exactly her father. Calm and strong even when under pressure.
Tatiana turned the wheel, do 12 sit ups. We were now 5 hours later and Tatiana's bladder was also quite full. She had it under control but the ball took off over her bikini bottom as she lay down on the floor. 1,2,3 ouch 4,5,6 ouch 11,12. To tease her a little, I gently rub my foot over her bladder. Motherfucker, she said with a smile. I think your bladder is very full, Monica said. Yes, it is quite full and I really need to go to the toilet. But I can keep this up for a while. I'm sure of that, Monica said, turning the wheel. Slowly pour a glass of water and drink it empty. Tatiana will you pour it for me because I need two hands to squeeze my pussy. Tatiana slowly filled the glass as she looked at Monica. She handed the glass and Monica drank it quietly. I can't anymore, I'm sorry Monica said. My bladder is bursting. Rob will you come with me and you can fuck me but please be careful with my bladder.
I didn't let myself be told that a second time. I knew I didn't have much time and immediately put my cock in her pussy. He grew a lot and I felt how much Monica was squeezing. I was standing behind her and she was on her knees and hands on the bed. I pressed her bladder a little and felt her squeeze harder. Ehh, don't push my bladder so hard Rob, it's not easy to squeeze my bladder with your cock in my pussy. Who said you have to have it easy Monica, I said and kept pressing. She wobbled her hips a lot and “little Rob” enjoyed it. Stop pressing Rob, it hurts. I left her bladder alone and squeezed her breasts hard. Aww ow, Rob please stop squeezing my boobs. I got a little angry about her many complains and put my hand over her mouth and pinched her nose. So now you are quiet, I said, and continued. I felt her chest swell but she didn't dare to resist. I kept on fucking and squeezing her tits. Her movements became weaker due to lack of oxygen.
I came and took my hand away so she could breathe. I almost choked, she tried to say. She was panting enormously. I wanted to continue but Monica jerked free. Sorry Rob another time I can't hold it anymore. She jumped up and saw Tatiana standing there, congratulations girl but now I really have to go pee. Tatiana stood in the doorway with one hand in her pussy and in her other hand a glass of water. Her bladder was also full and she was very horny. In the background we heard Monica emptying her bladder and when she was done she came back. Tatiana put down her glass and came over to me. She sat down with her pussy near my face and put my cock in her mouth. Within a short time she came but continued to suck. I bit her ass for fun and came right in her mouth. She came up and looked at me. Her whole mouth and face were covered. Monica and I laughed so hard that everything hurt. Not bad for a lesbian, I said. You go take a shower, Monica said and I'll make coffee. Ten minutes later we drank our coffee.
What a strong woman you are Tatiana, you showed me things I didn't know I had.
How do you do that? I live my emotions and my feelings, but if necessary, I mirror them to my mind. That way I am who I want to be and that gives me peace of mind. You are a beautiful ambitious woman with a lot of emotions Monica You will go far if you stay honest and don't act too ambitious. Thank you Tatiana, said Monica, I've learned my lesson. Can you train me again this week to hold up my pee for the party? That won't work, Tatiana said, but I can help you as a waitress and hostess. Then you are not the only woman who is not allowed to go to the toilet and her bladder is very full. That will help me a lot, just because the party is for your parents, thank you Tatiana, Monica said.
n the way I asked Tatiana, do you think Monica is dishonest? Rob, I've asked you not to confuse Monica with your decision about her restaurant. But when I heard in the toilet room how she was turning on you with her full bladder, I didn't think that was fair. If a woman heats the sausage, she must eat it, otherwise accidents will happen. The man always gets the blame and I won't let that happen to you, I like you too much for that.
And so Tatiana had taught Monica a lesson in her own way. From me she can do that more often with this commitment.
Edited August 5, 2022 by fetishman1962
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Hi all I have returned from my long period of hibernation as a lurker to post something I have been writing for a while for my girlfriend based on The customer comes first, written by Mark (linked here:)
While I enjoyed it I am not a massive fan of huge bladder bulges, so I wrote an alternative piece where a bunch of naked ladies with more regular sized bladders have to endure a shift with no bathroom! I hope you enjoy, feel free to post about who will wet next in the comments and who you think might make it to the end!
NOTE: There is one girl who will have full bowels as well as a full bladder, my current plan for her is desperation only, but if poop desperation isn’t your thing just skip over her paragraphs! Thanks!
Ellie hurriedly locked her car, cursing her late night drinking plans with her friends causing her to sleep through her alarm this morning, causing her to be late for work.
To help pay for her university fees, she had taken up a job waitressing at a local pop-up bar she saw advertised online called ‘Knockers’. It was somewhat similar in appearance to Hooters, except rather than skimpy clothing the waitresses wore nothing at all. At first the idea of working hot hours naked had shocked Ellie but after meeting with the manager Monica and discussing pay ( extremely good) and rules about sexual harassment, she decided to give it a try, 3 months later she loved the pay, was much more confident with her body, not to mention enjoyed the looks she received from customers when she walked past her table.
Ellie brushed her red hair out of her face as she pushed into the restaurant.
‘Sorry I’m late! I slept through my alarm-‘
Ellie began, unbuttoning her blouse as she walked, to be greeted with the sight of her colleagues gathered round Monica, the only other dressed person in the room, looking pensive.
Ellie did a quick scan of the gathered faces to see who was in today.
There was Olivia, the brunette with a perfectly proportioned body; Ella, a curvier brunette with a large chest with pierced nipples; Anna, a Hispanic girl with a smaller chest but a bubble butt; Hollie, a slim blonde with a nice chest and ass; Daphne, the quiet auburn haired girl who was pretty flat all over; Erika, the Chinese girl who had recently started and finally Lauren, the bubbly blond who while on the larger side, had a very impressive chest, although she wasn’t bubbly at the minute, she was biting her lip and looking at her work mates who also looked nervous.
Ellie finally finished stripping and packing her clothes into her bag. While she didn’t have the biggest chest, her ass more than made up for it, being perfectly round so that it jiggled tantalisingly as she walked.
‘As I was saying before Ellie announced her arrival to us all…’
Monica said, giving a withering glance to Ellie as she did.
‘There has been a burst water pipe in the restaurant, thankfully this has only caused minor disruption to our water supply, however it does mean that the staff bathrooms are not working, and are unlikely to be fixed by the end of the day.’
Ellie’s eyes widened as she realised why all the girls were looking nervous
‘But what if we you know… need to go?’
Piped up Hollie, the girl with the notoriously small bladder, whose legs were pressed tightly together.
‘As you are aware company policy forbids you from using the customer toilets to avoid the possibility of sexual harassment inside as they are both unisex and lack cameras, therefore you are simply going to have to cross your legs and hold it.’
Monica paused as there were a chorus of gasps and starts of protests from the surrounding girls.
‘Just like you would if we had a rush I might point out. As you are aware we do weekly challenges here between the staff so as far as the customers are aware this will be just another challenge, anybody who is able to last till the end of their shift without having an accident will receive triple overtime hours.’
Monica added. This last statement led to looks of excitement from the girls, with the prospect of so much cash, however a few girls still looked nervous. It was at this moment Ellie realised she hadn’t peed before she left the house, being in such a rush, which resulted in a small pang from her bladder, causing her to cross her slender legs slightly.
‘Obviously this is a proper challenge, so there will be no leaving the building during your lunch break to pee, and if you can’t wait till the end of the shift then you will not receive overtime pay, and you’ll have to clean up your puddle, no dirtying any glasses!’
Monica finished with a daring look in her eye, before wandering off to her office, leaving the right girls stood awkwardly together.
‘Well I’m going to lose, I already need to pee!’
Said Hollie, looking down at her bladder
‘So do I, but we have no choice but to hold it I guess.’
Replied Ella, although she didn’t show any signs of worry.
‘There’s an easy way to find out here, who doesn’t need to pee?’
Asked Anna, looking round her colleagues, only Lauren raised her hand.
‘I don’t yet but when I do I will need to pee then otherwise I will just burst’
Lauren replied sheepishly, Ellie nodded, remembering covering for her friend several times as she dashed for the toilets madly.
‘Well then, try not to wet yourselves guys!’
Olivia stately cheerfully before sauntering off towards the entrance, as the first customers of the day started trickling through the door.
This prompted the rest of the girls into action, Ellie, Hollie and Ella were behind the bar, while the rest of the girls were stationed out on the return to floor waiting tables.
Ellie:
Bladder: 55%
Olivia:
Bladder: 47%
Anna:
Bladder: 50%
Hollie:
Bladder: 65%
Daphne:
Bladder: 68%
Erika:
Bladder: 64%
Lauren:
Bladder: 59%
‘I’m really not sure how long I’m gonna last guys’
Hollie said nervously, already glancing towards the staff room door, knowing that her only source of relief is cut off.
‘Honestly me too’
Added Ella, rubbing her stomach,
‘Monica didn’t mention what to do if we needed to do more than pee did she? It’s just my Mexican food from last night isn’t sitting well…’
Ella:
Bladder: 52%
Bowels: 66%
Ella blushed as she said this, embarrassed by sharing such candid information with her colleagues.
‘You’re definitely going to have to hold that in!’
Ellie replied with a laugh, however she did cast a worried glance over her friends. Her own bladder was pulsating slightly, the knowledge of knowing there was nowhere for her to pee making her need to go even more, but she had no choice but to hold it. Instead Ellie turned towards the expresso machine to make up the first order which had gone through the till and get on with her day, hoping to stay dry till the end of her shift.
The first hour went past quickly as the initial opening rush came and went, Ellie and the other girls were kept busy making drinks and serving them, it was hot work so as much as they wanted to avoid it, all the girls were drinking regularly from their own drinks, at this point Hollie had her legs crossed at the ankles when she was stood still, while each pint Ellie poured was causing her discomfort as it reminded her of all the drinks she had the night before which were still sloshing about inside of her. Ella looked tense as she served customers at the till, but otherwise appeared okay.
Daphne wandered behind the bar to collect some drinks Ellie had made for her table.
‘How are you holding up Daph?’
Ellie asked, noticing the quiet girl seemed unusually antsy.
‘I already need to pee, so I’m not sure how long I can wait, I don’t exactly have the biggest bladder.’
Daphne replied, crossing her legs as she transferred the glasses to her tray.
‘You can do it, I have faith!’
Ellie answered, though currently she wasn’t sure if *she* would make it till the end of the shift, 6PM was a long 6 hours away.
Over the next half an hour Ellie saw all the other girls as they came over to the bar and took away orders.
Olivia was starting to tap her foot when she was stood still, though whether that was impatience from her customers ordering too slowly or her filling bladder was anyone’s guess.
Erika was walking with her legs pressed firmly together, which resulted in her taking longer to take out her orders, but did cause her ass to jut out seductively.
Anna was shifting her weight from foot to foot slowly as she waited for her drinks, however once again that could simply be put down to her energetic nature rather than her need to pee.
Finally, Lauren looked completely fine, encouraging the girls behind the bar whilst betraying no hint of need, seemingly holding true to her earlier statement about only becoming desperate when she is about to burst.
Ellie:
Bladder: 63%
Olivia:
Bladder: 57%
Ella:
Bladder: 60%
Bowels: 75%
Anna:
Bladder: 57%
Hollie:
Bladder: 70%
Daphne:
Bladder: 76%
Erika:
Bladder: 74%
Lauren:
Bladder: 66%
As the lunch rush died down and the few customers left were busy tucking into their meals, the girls started ti catch up with themselves and prepare for the afternoon ahead. It was at this point that their bladders started to catch up too, with everyone except Lauren looking uncomfortable, with Erika, Daphne and Hollie all starting to squirm around in desperation. Everyone else including Ellie had their legs crossed or pressed firmly together. Ellie was forced to pause cashing up a table and bend slightly at the waist as a sudden wave of urgency washed over her. Ellie really was beginning to doubt her ability to hold on till the end of her shift, but by the looks of things everyone was in a similar if not worse boat to her. Poor Ella was left massaging her gurgling stomach and crossing her legs tightly, while the rest of the gathered girls all did their best to not dance about.
It was this point Monica glided into the bar carrying two trays, one filled with sandwiches, the other with large glasses of water.
‘Right girls here are your lunches, proper sandwich subs and big glasses of water which you need to drink all of it!’
This statement promoted a chorus of groans from the girls, catching the eyes of the few customers eating, but nobody refused.
Monica quickly passed the sandwiches and drinks around, with each girl holding into her glass with a hint of trepidation in her eyes, glancing at her fellows and not quite able to bring herself to add more liquid to her rapidly filling bladder.
‘Well?’
Monica demanded with a hint of impatience in her voice.
‘Go on, drink them!’
At this point the girls up ended their glasses and started to gulp down the cool liquid inside. Immediately Daphne, Hollie and Erika started openly squirming, with the rest of the girls crossing their legs, some more tightly than others. The glasses were large and took a while to down, leading to most of the girls shifting around in place by the end of it. Just before she finished her glass, Hollie bobbed down and held herself briefly.
Ellie started massaging her belly as she felt her bladder expand to accommodate all the extra liquid forced into it. She glanced down and could see a slight bulge protruding, making her look bloated. She kept her legs crossed tight as she released she was already desperate for the toilet, how was she going to last till the end of her shift, and more importantly what would she do if she did?
Once they were done drinking, the girls quickly ate their sandwiches, knowing they only had a short period of time to take a break before the customers started flooding in again. More than a few of the girls glanced longingly towards the toilets but nobody dashed off towards them, however much they might want to.
The door swung open again, admitting a large number of guests, they were unusually busy today, good for business and good for the girls as it helped keep their minds off their bladders, however all the walking and talking ensured that they would be forced to constantly sip away at their drinks to stay hydrated.
Most of the girls were openly squirming as the effects of their drinks were starting to be felt. Hollie was having to hold herself as she poured drinks for tables, with Daphne occasionally having to stop and give herself a quick squeeze. Erika looked frantic as she shifted from foot to foot taking orders from a indecisive table of 6. Anna was slowly bobbing up and down behind the till with her legs tightly crossed, doing her best to keep her attention on the customer giving her his order. Olivia meanwhile was stood making a latte with her legs tightly crossed, but otherwise she seemed to be in control of her filling bladder. Ella was starting to look extremely uncomfortable with her legs tightly crossed and her entire body tense as she served her customers, her responses strained and short to the point of almost being rude.
Ellie was seriously starting to struggle, she was having to keep her legs crossed when she was stood still and keeping her thighs pressed together as she walked. When she was asked to pour a pint out for a customer she had no choice but to start shuffling from foot to foot as the golden liquid flowed into the pint glass in her hand, mimicking exactly the action she wished so desperately to do.
Ellie:
Bladder: 70%
Olivia:
Bladder: 77%
Ella:
Bladder: 70%
Bowels: 85%
Anna:
Bladder: 72%
Hollie:
Bladder: 78%
Daphne:
Bladder: 94%
Erika:
Bladder: 87%
Lauren:
Bladder: 77%
Daphne shuffled up to the bar.
“Ellie can you make me a- oh god!”
Daphne cried, crossing her legs tightly and holding herself as Ellie started pouring another pint noisily. Ellie stopped, concerned for her friend as Daphne removed her hand which was now glistening with the spurt which had briefly escaped.
“ I-I leaked! I really can’t hold it! What am I gonna do?”
Daphne stammered, squirming frantically on the spot.
“I don’t know Daph, you’re just gonna have to hold it, we don’t really have a choice so we?”
Ellie said, wincing at the sound of water splashing into her cup.
“But I can’t, it’s starting to run down my legs!”
Daphne moaned, pretzeling her legs in an effort to stop the tiny streams of pee running in rivers down her legs.
“I’m sorry Daph but there’s nothing I can do, I’m bursting to go too.”
Ellie said, her legs also firmly crossed behind the counter. Daphne nodded, breathing deeply before collecting the drinks Ellie had poured for her before heading towards her table with slow steps and legs tightly pressed together, a motion which was increasingly becoming common with all the waitresses.
Ellie turned away to make up another order, but no sooner had she read the order check she heard a squeak and the sound of water hitting the carpet.
She turned over with a sense of dread to see Daphne frozen in place, her legs apart and knees turned in as she noisily emptied her bursting bladder onto the carpet. Her pent up urine gushed out of her tired crotch as Daphne slowly went bright red, in a mix of embarrassment and sheer pleasure of finally releasing her torturous cargo. Daphne went on peeing for a full minute, the carpet quickly becoming saturated and forming a small puddle, causing her pee to splash back up on her legs as her stream slowly started to petter off and finish, leaving the poor girl stood in a puddle of her own making, chest heaving with exhaustion.
The sound of Daphne loudly emptying herself drew the attention of most of the restaurant, with customers straining to get a glimpse of the poor nude girl noisily using the floor as the toilet, with a couple of them clapping at the amount she must have surely been holding inside her. The serving girls all squirmed around with several girls, Hollie and Erika among them, having to hold themselves at the sound of someone finally doing what they do desperately need to do.
It was at this point that Monica appeared from her office, drawn by the sounds of the commotion happening. She had a look of disappointment on her face but when she spoke she didn’t have anything harsh to say to Poor Daphne, she merely handed her a mop, some carpet cleaner and said
“I guess you’re the first out, sort this out then take 10 minutes on break, then you can start drinking again.”
Daphne looked shocked at the last part of her orders
“What, we have to keep drinking?”
Monica glanced back before adding,
“Yep, I am feeling nice today so I will still give you double if you can hold it again till the end of the shift, but if you lose it again then it’s just regular pay.”
She then turned and walked back to her office. The girls behind the bar glanced at each other, knowing that if they wet themselves only once they would at least get some bonus for their suffering. |
With Tatiana in Croatia
Chapter 5 The party
My parents will be home in an hour Rob, are you okay with me giving them the invitation to the party, Tatiana asked enthusiastically. Yes of course I like that Tatiana. We sat comfortably at the garden table drinking a cup of tea. What are you going to wear to the party, I asked her. I bought a beautiful two piece light blue pencil skirt. It's made of a stretch fabric so people will see I'm a woman. I also wear nice open shoes that fit well because I am also a semi-waitress at the party. That sounds great, I said.
A new car parked on the property and two happy faces got out. It was her parents. Tatiana immediately ran to them and greeted them warmly. In the meantime I had set the table and made coffee. I gave Nadia a hug and Ivan a hand and sat down at the table.
How was Zagreb, Tatiana asked her mother. It was fantastic and we have fully recovered. We get enough money back to live on and have bought a new car. What a calm has fallen over us. After the conversation with the tax official, I am rid of my guilt. He told me that the accountant has acted so professionally that the tax authorities have not seen it either. I have no idea who made sure the accountant was caught, but I am eternally grateful to them, Nadia said.
Tatiana looked at me insistently, dear parents, she spoke, turning her face away from me. Rob and I are so happy for you that Daddy has finally retired that we decided to throw a party for you tomorrow. It will be given in the clubhouse and everything is arranged. But that clubhouse is so badly maintained, Ivan said. Rob bought the building and had most of it redecorated for the party, Daddy. When the party is over there will be a restaurant in it.
The day of the party was already a few hours old when we made our way to the clubhouse. Ivan and Nadia followed us in the taxi. When we entered the building there was a big round of applause for Tatiana's parents and they both enjoyed it very much. It's pretty busy already, I told Monica. Yes it is really cozy and there is good music from the band. The band, I asked in surprise.
Yes my brother plays in a band and they have offered to play here for free. They are so happy that I can finally open my own restaurant.
I want to thank you again for this, Rob. We each took a drink and clinked the glasses, thank you for this great organization. You're very welcome Rob and she turned to Tatiana, you look so beautiful Tatiana and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Thank you Monica, you look beautiful too.
Tatiana took a tray and started taking orders. She started with her parents, of course. Her father looked at her proudly and said he remembered well when she was a little girl in the crib. Yes Nadia said, me too but little girls grow up Ivan. You look beautiful daughter and we are very proud and happy how you survived after all those problems. That would never have been possible without you, Rob and aunt and uncle, said Tatiana. Yes Rob is a fantastic guy, said Ivan. Tatiana felt her father's strength and was happy. She had a drink with her parents and went back to work.
The clubhouse was quite full and it seemed that everyone was there. There were many women present and the ladies toilet was fairly busy but there were no problems yet. The children who were also in line were quietly waiting their turn. After about an hour Zoran came in. Many guests know him as an important person who commands a lot of respect for his honesty. Monica walked over to him and offered him the tray of different drinks. He picked up a glass and offered Monica a glass as well. Of course she couldn't refuse, but it was already the fourth glass in a short time. Politely, she took the glass and joined the conversation.
Zoran had a great time as did the rest of the guests. The band played quiet background music and the dancing guests made the party complete. I think it's time, Zoran told Monica. Her heart began to pound in her throat as a tense moment began for her. Calm down, Zoran told her and they walked to the podium together. The band stopped playing and the hall became very quiet. Good evening everyone, he said. I'm Zoran and I'm invited to this great party tonight. I would like to thank Rob for this because without him this would not have been possible. There was applause for me and I felt very proud.
I would like to ask Ivan, Nadia, Tatiana and Rob on stage. Unfortunately you'll have to take care of the drinks yourself because I need both of these beautiful ladies. There was laughter in the room and Tatiana and her parents followed me to the stage. There was cheering and applause in the hall. Zoran stood next to Ivan who really didn't understand what was happening. Monica moved to the other side of Zoran. She was so nervous that she had to pee. Zoran took his word to Ivan.
Dear Ivan, he spoke, I understand that after years of hard work you can finally retire. We as a municipality are very proud to have you as a citizen. You saved many lives during your work as a diver and you have still been in contact with almost all of them. Except with 1 person. Ivan who was clearly having a hard time nodded and said yes that's true. And I hope from the bottom of my heart that that woman is well. She is doing very well, Zoran said. She will become the new owner of the restaurant that is being built here. Monica stepped forward and walked over to Ivan. Unable to talk from the nerves, she hugged Ivan and thanked him for saving her life. Tatiana went to her mother who was also very surprised. What is happening, she asked Tatiana. Monica is a waitress at a beach restaurant and Rob has recognized her. He wanted daddy to meet her and that's how the idea of this party was born. What a great idea said Nadia who was very happy for her husband.
Zoran went on after some time and spoke to Ivan, as I have already said the city is very proud to have you as a citizen in its municipality. Ivan, may I pin you a medal as an honorary citizen of the city. The proud Ivan answered happily and Zoran pinned the medal on.
Zoran continued, the congregation is also proud of Ivan's wife and daughter. Two very special women whom Ivan has always been able to rely on. He walked over to both ladies and handed them the medal. Mother pinned this on Tatiana and Tatiana on mother. Zoran continued, Ivan you have saved many lives as a diver. You have often risked your life for this and we as a municipality consider it an honor to pin a medal of courage on you. He walked over to Ivan and pinned the medal on.
3
So and now last but not least, Zoran spoke. Rob you are not a citizen of the city but you are a huge asset as an entrepreneur in this beautiful city. I have had the opportunity to negotiate with you and consulted a lot with you. You care deeply about people developing and getting the best out of themselves. We are proud of that and would like to pin you a medal of "honorary entrepreneur". I looked around surprised because I hadn't counted on this at all. I gladly answered proudly and Zoran pinned the medal on my chest. This was it ladies and gentlemen, let the party continue, Zoran said. The band started playing again and Monica and Tatiana walked around the hall with full trays. They drank with the guests who offered them something. The ladies' room also became busier and there was a long queue. As I walked past to go to the men's room, a woman approached me. I hope that some toilets will be built in the new restaurant. My bladder is about to explode and it's not my turn yet. I'm really sorry about that, I lied.
Unfortunately, there was not enough time to connect all the toilets in poor condition to the much too small main sewer. But that's priority number 1 after the party. I really hope so, said the woman kindly, because there are many women here who really need to pee. Sure, I replied. I looked at the line and saw many women standing with their hands in their crotches. The women all let the children go first because they thought it was pathetic when a child had to pee. The children, mainly boys, gratefully took advantage of this. They learn it at a young age, I thought.
After my visit to the toilet I walked back into the room. Tatiana and Monica were standing there talking to each other. I really need to pee, Monica told Tatiana. Yes I see Monica but try to accept that you have to pee. If you resist, it will feel much worse. Yes, but I also see a whole bulge above your belly button. You also have a full bladder but you handle it so easily.
If I drink a lot, my bladder is completely full after six hours, after that I can hold it for another hour. I do this through acceptance and willpower. Is your bladder completely full now, Monica asked. Because I think I can hold it just a little longer and then my cramped pelvic muscles give out. Just feel my bladder and you'll know. Monica gently pressed Tatiana's bladder, shit that's hard as a rock, she said.
Another hour went by and Monica really tried her best to accept it but the pressure on her bladder became too great. The many drinks went through her system and entered her bladder. She walked over to Tatiana. I can't do it anymore, Monica said my bladder is completely full. Tatiana thought Monica had really tried her best and saw the despair in her eyes. Her sphincters could give up at any moment. Let's go to the kitchen and they walked through the crowd towards the kitchen.
I saw them coming and saw that Monica was having a hard time. Will you walk with us to the kitchen Rob, Tatiana asked. Monica tried her best but her bladder has reached its limit. I can tell by the bulge in her dress, I said. How is your bladder Tatiana, I asked. It's also quite full and she looked down and said, I look pregnant in this dress. You warmed up the men a lot, I said.
We walked to the kitchen, where the cupboard is. Unfortunately for Monica, there was no door in the closet, but she didn't care. Rob, will you stand at the entrance so no one can enter, Tatiana said. No, it's better you do that then I'll keep an eye on Monica. Tatiana wanted to reply but Monica said please do what Rob asks Tatiana because I have no more time. She took off her tight dress and immediately stood naked in front of me. Squeezing her nicely shaved pussy shut. Her bladder could give up at any moment because Monica was shaking from the effort. Her nipples were hard and she had goosebumps on her arms.
Give me a bucket quickly Rob, I looked around and only saw a glass which I gave her. That's way too small but she quickly put it under her pussy because the first trickle escaped. The glass was full and she quickly squeezed her pussy shut. Empty it quickly Rob because I can't hold it for long. It went on like this a few more times and I couldn't believe my eyes. Finally she was done and put her dress back on. Finally my bladder is empty, there was so much in it that she is still sensitive. Do you also want to pee right away Tatiana, Monica asked. No, I'll hold it for a while because the party will be over soon. How do you manage to keep it up for so long? Well, I think you lasted a long time too, Monica. You haven't been to the toilet for at least 5 hours and you've had a lot to drink.
Yes it is, I really thought I was going to have an accident, Monica said. She rubbed her bladder and left the kitchen. Are you sure you're going to make it, I asked Tatiana. Yes Rob, she lied because she really wanted to feel that 1500cc in her bladder. The party lasted for another hour as the guests left the hall. Ivan and Nadia came to us and thanked themselves for the beautiful party. They beamed with happiness and I liked that. Glad you enjoyed it, I said. We'll see each other tomorrow, Ivan said and gave me a firm hand. Thanks Rob this was really nice for us. It made me shy, there was a man with so much life experience standing in front of me and he thanked me.
Tatiana came to me and I saw the bulge in her dress. Rob, can we go home because my spare time is almost up. She had been holding her pee in her bladder for over 6 hours and she could hardly hold it anymore. She was eager in her dress which I found very exciting. I grabbed her and hugged her deeply. With one arm on her ass and the other on her shoulder, I pressed her tightly against me. I felt her huge hard bladder and her breasts against me. Not so hard Rob because I'm really in trouble even this dress is too tight on my bladder. I let her go and gave her something to drink. She looked at me indignantly, that doesn't suit Rob anymore. But a hostess should not refuse, I told her. Her eyes were angry but she recovered quickly, you're right I'll drink it but we have to go home afterwards. Yes, I said quietly. It was the first time I saw frustration in her eyes when she has a full bladder. She can't help but be at her limit and afraid she'll have to give up.
We walked to the car and I couldn't resist touching her. Not now Rob, she said irritated. My sphincters hurt and I'm afraid I won't make it. Don't whine Tatiana, you wanted this yourself. You're right Rob, sorry. Tatiana always needed a kick in the ass when she was mentally slumped. But I also know that she has a very hard time because in normal condition that doesn't happen. She grabbed my cock, Monica got you excited he pee with that interval. Yes it was a horny view what I had but you are the icing on the cake. I put my hand on her pussy and started massaging her. We drove off the grounds of the clubhouse and headed home. That doesn't make it easy for me Rob, I feel your massage directly in my bladder and it feels really uncomfortable. I see Tatiana your bladder is above your navel. The only time I saw that was underwater. But then you let go because you were running out of air. You have a good memory, she said.
We drove onto her parents' property and I parked the Corvette. Rob, you need to help me get out. If I tighten my abs, I definitely lose control of my bladder. I gave her my hand and pulled her up gently. We went to the barn and when we entered Tatiana tried to take off her tight dress. It doesn't work, damn it doesn't work I piss in my pants. Quietly, quietly, I tried to calm her down and helped her take off the dress. But at the height of her bladder, the dress was much tighter than usual. She got frustrated again, goddamn crappy dress and started pulling on it. Stop, I said very curtly. Stop pretending you're a little girl, you're a damn grown woman. She was immediately silent.
That's better, stretch out for a while and come to yourself Tatiana. She straightened up and calmed herself. Are you okay again, I asked. Yes but not for long Rob my bladder is giving up. Put your arms in the air and take a deep breath and I'll try to pull your dress over your bladder. She stretched and took a deep breath. Just a little bit deeper Tatiana and it will work. She forcibly forced more air into her lungs and I managed to pull the dress over her bladder. There was no accident so it worked. I looked at her, her full chest pushed 2 hard nipples forward and her full bladder also looked very sexy. Although I find it very exciting to see a woman with a full bladder and holding her breath, I didn't have the courage to tell her to hold it. She was having a hard time and I felt sorry for her. Let go of your breath and go pee, I said.
Thank you Rob, will you take the measuring cup because I hope there is 1500cc in my bladder. Oh is it that, I said. But that's too big a step within a week Tatiana. Building up 25 cc a week is already a lot, but 125 cc is inhumane and is not good. Now give that bin and I'll pee it full. She sat nimblely over the measuring cup, her legs formed a perfect M. She started to pee and there seemed to be no end to it. Finally her bladder was empty. The measuring cup read 1500 cc and Tatiana was proud of it. Do you see that it is now Rob. Yes, but I have never seen you so frustrated. That's a shame after such a nice party.
You are 100% right, but I also lose the balance in life sometimes. Yes, you're just human, I said.
But I would like to thank you for helping Monica so wonderfully, that was class of you. Well that's nothing compared to what you did for my parents Rob, they are really impressed. They finally got what they deserve and I'm happy and proud to have been able to help with that, I said. Amen, said Tatiana, let's go to bed and cuddle a little more. Tomorrow is the last day and I want to enjoy that because in the evening we fly back to the Netherlands. |
Tatiana- The bladder examination part1
We were having a drink in the garden of my house. Rob, Tatiana said, I have found a great replacement for my barber shop. I set my glass down and turned to her. Good for you because it is difficult to find good staff. Yes that is true Rob but I notice more and more that I would like to do something different than being a hairdresser. Oh, I said and what do you want to do then. I speak and read fluent Croatian Rob but I have to learn to write again. But I would like to do something with that knowledge, but I'm not sure what yet. You could of course start by taking a course to write the language again. I registered for that training last week, Tatiana said. Have you heard from Monica Rob, it's been a few months since she opened her restaurant. Nice of you to mention that, I replied, the restaurant makes a decent profit and Monica pays the rent every month. She also indicates that she is completely enjoying herself and is very happy with her restaurant.
I have now bought all the land because I want to make a water park there. I may want to live in Croatia for half a year to supervise the project. But at the moment these are just plans that I still have to work out, I told Tatiana.
How are your physical conditions Tatiana. I can still hold my breath for about 4 minutes and hold between 1400 and 1500cc pee in my bladder. I can also keep up the lap that I always run and sometimes I run a bigger lap, Tatiana replied.
Because I often fill my bladder, I have it checked annually. I then have to go to the hospital with a full bladder and then my bladder and pussy are examined.
If only I were a doctor, I said laughing.
I understand you would want that Rob because the waiting room is full of women who need to pee.
Can't I accompany you to the hospital, I asked. Normally I have no problem with that Rob. But this time I won't be good company for you when my bladder is full.
I don't understand you well because you always enjoy it yourself when you have a full bladder. You only get moody when your bladder is about to burst and you are afraid of an accident, I said in genuine surprise. That is precisely the problem Rob, this year it is the first time that I am not allowed to pass urine in the morning. So I still have all the drinks from the previous day in my bladder and system. When I wake up, I have to pee immediately because then my bladder is about to burst. Now the doctor wants me to stop and drink a few more glasses of water too. I'm really nervous about it Rob because I'm afraid I won't succeed. Then I don't have to make you pee in the morning anymore, then I don't have to wait so long for your bladder to be full. Forget that, but Rob doesn't really make me happy, she said nervously.
It rarely happens that Tatiana is so out of balance, she really has to worry about that. When is that investigation, I asked. The day after tomorrow, she replied. If I go with you then you can take it out on me if it gets too much for you. Maybe I like that but I don't know Rob. If you're coming along, you should know that I'm really nervous and might say things I don't mean. I have to be at the hospital at 10:30 am and wake up around 8 am. So you understand that I really have to pee really bad and will be in pain. You're pushing yourself too hard Tatiana but I understand you're uncomfortable. I'll be with you at 10:00 and I won't care what you say to me.
It was 10 o'clock and I rang Tatiana's doorbell, one moment Rob I'm coming. I waited at the front door and after a few seconds Tatiana came out. Good morning dear your taxi is here. We got in the car and went on our way. I deliberately didn't ask about the condition of her bladder because I could see it through her T-shirt. She was wearing comfortable leggings and a white T-shirt and that view left nothing to be desired. You can quietly look at me, you normally do that too, Tatiana said bitingly.
I looked at her calmly she was really irritated. She sat firmly with her legs crossed and with both hands pinching her pussy. Her eyes were on war, and frustration dripped from her face. I had never seen this with her so it must be bad. Rob my bladder is so full I'm afraid I'll pee my pants in the hospital. I put my hand on her legs and tried to reassure her. We're almost there so you'll be able to pee soon, I said.
Do you know how such an investigation goes Rob? I have to lie with my legs wide in braces and then the doctor will examine my pussy inside. I then have to get all my strength from my pelvic floor muscles because I can't squeeze. He then smears my bladder with a cold gel and goes over it with a device to see if my bladder is really full. When he has measured that every corner of my bladder is filled, then I can sit in a P-chair. The doctor then measures how much pee comes out of my bladder and how hard the jet is. Then I can lie down again and the doctor rubs gel on my bladder again and checks if I have peed everything out. I can tell you Rob it's the greatest torture for any woman to lie there.
Even if you live out your wildest dreams on me, I can tolerate it better than this investigation. Her nipples were hard with emotion and I even saw goosebumps on her arm.
She is so terrified of having an accident that she is stiff with nerves. I parked the car near the elevator. Can you feel my bladder? Rob, it's so tense I'm really afraid it's going to explode. Normally I would like to feel your bladder Tatiana but not now. You have it hard enough already. But may I say you look super sexy with those leggings and your T-shirt. For the first time, a small smile appeared on her face. She couldn't get enough compliments on being a woman. We were waiting for the elevator with an elderly couple. I can't take it anymore Rob it hurts too much. Hang in there girl, I said against my better judgment. Her body language indicated that she was almost at her limit. Bent over and with her hands between her legs, she was waiting. We got into the elevator with the couple and I pushed a cleaning cart to the side. We reached the correct floor but the doors remained closed.
No no, not now, Tatiana said convulsively. She stood there with both hands in her leggings, squeezing hard. I saw that the old man was watching Tatiana and enjoyed. I looked straight at him and he turned shyly. Rob I can't hold it anymore, I have to empty my bladder. The sweat was on her forehead. I quickly grabbed a bucket from the cleaning cart and set it in front of her. Pee in here, I said. She didn't care anymore and pulled down her pants. A huge stream came with a loud clatter into the buck.
The old man wanted to look but didn't dare. His wife said that we women have to go through that. Tatiana couldn't stop and there was a huge hissing sound. Suddenly the elevator doors opened and everyone saw Tatiana peeing in the bucket. I quickly pushed the cleaning cart in front of it and pressed the “close doors” button. Finally she was done and came up. Her face was red with embarrassment and she felt caught.
The doors opened and the elderly couple got out. I pressed the button and the elevator went down to the basement. I looked into the bucket and saw under the surface a line marked 1.5 liters.
There must have been at least 1700cc in her bladder. No wonder she was in pain because that's way too much. We got in the car and I drove to Tatiana's house. We didn't say a word. When we arrived at her house I stayed put as she got out. Won't you come in she asked, I thought you wanted to be alone for a while but I'd like to go with you.
Are you okay again I asked, yes I am less tense Rob. My bladder really hurt I can still feel it. She got up and went to the bathroom. And again a huge jet came out of her pussy. I heard the hissing sound through the open door. That's it, she said clearly relieved.
No wonder it hurt, I said. There was already 1700cc in the bucket and more came out. You shouldn't do that too often Tatiana. I only did this for the investigation Rob and I will have to do it again.
But you do that research voluntarily, I asked. That's true but for a reason. My body is my most important asset and I want to know if something is wrong with it. I do want to thank you for coming with me Rob. Because without you I would have peed my pants completely. You're welcome girl, but I have to go home now. We hugged each other and I went home. How I'd love to sit in the waiting room over there looking at those full women's bladders. It's weird if it's a strange woman then I can enjoy it. Now she's a good friend of mine and I feel sorry for her when she's in a lot of pain.
I was sitting at the computer and saw that I had received an email from Croatia. I copied the email and pasted it into google translate. I read that all permits were approved to open "The Swimming Paradise" in Split.
I had thought of opening a swimming paradise near the building I had purchased. Not just a swimming paradise, but there will also be a diving center where you can learn cave diving and wreck diving. I also want to have a kind of aquarium made for mermaids to swim in. Of course, a large swimming pool and jumping tower should not be missed. But I couldn't possibly finance it all myself so I had to look for local financiers. Unfortunately I don't speak the language and Monica has her restaurant. I poured myself a cup of coffee and let my mind wander. I certainly needed 10 million euros. I'm sure I have a good plan and it will work. But how do I approach the right people. Suddenly it occurred to me that Tatiana was looking for something else. She still had to learn to write Croatian again and I will have to pay her.
I called Tatiana and said, I've got some plans in my head and I'd like to talk to you about that. Would you like to go to the sauna with me and exchange ideas? That's good, Tatiana said.
Do you have the time and inclination to come with me to the hospital because I have made a new appointment. Okay Tatiana it's a huge task for me but I'll do it. I disconnected and decided to relax.
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Hannah dried her underwear with some toilet paper as her stream tapered off. She wiped herself and went back to her room without washing her hands.
”Dude, what the hell? I would’ve come with you!” Tatiana said.
”You were taking too long, man! I was ‘bout to bust!”
”You know how long I wait for you sometimes just ‘cause you want to keep me company?”
Hannah sighed. “Alright, next time for sure.” She wasn’t sure when they started accompanying each other to the toilet, but she enjoyed the company. She’d been told by multiple friends that it was weird. She didn’t care too much. She’d long come to terms with being a weird person.
It didn’t take very long for Hannah to feel the next twinge of a need to urinate. Then, when they started downing hard seltzers, it was rapidly on the rise. She was already squirming when Tatiana had the idea of a chugging contest.
”I gotta pee first,” Hannah said, scooting to the edge of the bed.
Tatiana ignored her. “3.. 2.. 1… Go!” The two forced down the liquid in less than twenty seconds. Hannah won. She belched and dropped the can. “Woo! Yeah, bitch! Take that!”
”Another one,” she said, handing her friend another.
”I have to pee!” she said, pressing her fingers into her vagina and wriggling around.
”Dude, me too, let’s just do this first.”
”I have to pee really bad!”
”I haven’t pee’d since this morning!” Tatiana retorted, squeezing between her legs. “You pee’d- what, twenty minutes ago? I’ve been sitting on my heel for like an hour.”
”Alright, alright… Ready? Go!”
”Wait-!” It was too late. She had started chugging, draining it almost immediately. Tatiana started a little after her. “Oogh…” Hannah groaned, clutching her overfilled belly. “I win again.”
”No you don’t! You started way before me!”
”Awe, come on, dude. Don’t be a sore lo-ooooh!” She lurched forward, squeezing her crotch and bouncing on her butt.
”Dude, your bladder muscles must be super weak.”
”They areeee…” she sprawled out on the bed dramatically, clutching her privates. “I have to pee so badddd…”
“It’s your belly stretching with all this liquid,” Tatiana said, “pressing against your bladder.”
“Can we pleeease go potty?” she begged.
“After we do a fair chug. Don’t cheat this time.”
“Dude, the first one was totally-“
“You are such a cheater at these things.”
“Whateverrr,” Hannah scooted up and rested her head in her friend’s lap.
“Ooh, dude, you’re squishing my bladder…”
“Oh yeah?” she moved her head around, digging it into Tatiana’s belly. She gasped, jumping away. “Owww…” she moaned, cradling her organ.
Hannah was giggling, having scrambled to safety, now covering her belly with her arms. Tatiana had a look of revenge on her face.
“You can’t,” Hannah laughed. “You can’t, I’ll pee, I’m serious. It’ll come out.”
“Then why’d you do that!?”
“It’s funny.” She winced suddenly, jiggling. “Come on, already, let’s go pee!”
It took another ten minutes of convincing and another chugging contest before Tatiana finally agreed to go to the bathroom. That time, Hannah couldn’t even finish her drink, and she was absolutely dying piss.
“We can go to the bathroom if I get to go first,” Tatiana said.
“What!? No, dude, I’m about to piss myself right now, seriously!”
“You don’t get it, Hannah” she said, carefully getting up off the bed and hobbling toward the toilet. “Not everyone jumps around. I’m really dying here.”
“W-why’d you hold it in for so long?”
“Bad habit,” she held her bladder and winced. Her friend was close behind. Tatiana sat on the toilet and sighed.
“Hurryyyy…” Hannah whined, hopping around desperately. She stopped and twisted her legs up, writhing and clutching between her legs. “I’m gonna bust…”
“It takes a second to come out…” Tatiana told her. “Especially when I have to go bad. I have to go really bad.”
A little bit spurted out of Hannah. “Eep!” she squeaked, bending over. “Oooh, it’s gonna come out…”
Tatiana sighed as it started to dribble out. Light pattering that was absolute torture for Hannah. “Dude, come on, what!?” she said, jumping around desperately. “You’re, like, barely peeing!”
“Everybody pee’s differently, man. And I told you I had to go really bad! It’s like my muscles are used to holding it in, I gotta warm them up.”
“Ohh my god I’m dyinggg…” she whined and whimpered, unable to find a position that kept her out of immense discomfort. Her eyes started watering. “It hurtsss…” A little more squirted out and she gasped then groaned, gripping herself tightly. Her underwear was warm and wet at the crotch. “Tatiana please…” she muttered, writhing on the spot. “I really can’t hold it in, please…”
“Please what?” she said, laughing. “I’m peeing, dude, what do you want me to do?”
“Pee faster! Push!”
“That’s not good for you.”
“Holding in this much piss is not good for you!” she groaned miserably, frustrated. “Oh my god, my bladder…” She dropped to her knees and dug her heel into her pussy, grinding and trembling. “Are you almost done?”
She didn’t even reply. The pee just kept trickling. A hard spurt came out of Hannah and she practically convulsed her entire body trying to hold it in. She thrust both of her hands into her underwear and squeezed hard.
“Dude, I can see your pubes,” Tatiana teased.
“Shut up…” Hannah muttered in response, forcing herself to her feet and pacing around, madly rubbing and squeezing her bare vagina. Even more piss squirted out directly into her palms and through her fingers, making her yelp and cross her legs tight. Yellow liquid was now streaming down her legs. Her underwear was soaked. “Ahhh-“ she moaned, doubling over and badly trembling. “F-fuck…! I-I’m pissing myself…!” she breathed.
“I’m almost done,” Tatiana said, sounding almost sympathetic. But Hannah’s sphincter was extremely tired, and she was in incredible discomfort. When the next hard, hot spurt forced it’s way into her soggy underwear, she found herself unable to stop it. It staggeringly spurted out, fighting against her straining urethra. Whimpering, and with her hot, golden piss streaming down her legs and splattering to the floor, she frantically stumbled in the direction of the tub. The poor girl slipped in the rapidly growing puddle under her feet and fell on her butt, miserably exclaiming in surprise as her stream reached full force, hissing into her soiled underwear. Her entire lower half was drenched in pee. “Oh, jesus fuck…” she groaned, pissing hard and burying her face in her knees.
Tatiana put her hand on her shoulder. “Don’t feel embarrassed,” she said, “it’s just the alcohol.”
“It’s you!” she snapped, “you made me piss myself! You made me wait forever and then listen to your stupid stream! It’s still going, how is that even possible!?”
“You’re still going, too. That’s pretty impressive.” She lifted her feet so they didn’t touch the growing puddle.
Hannah huffed, seething with frustration. Suddenly, still voiding her very full bladder, she pushed herself up and sat on her friend’s lap.
Tatiana screamed. “Ugh, what the fuck!?” she screamed, shoving a giggling Hannah away from her. Hot piss was streaming down her thighs, down her legs. “You’re disgusting! What’s wrong with you!?” In the struggle, Tatiana managed to push Hannah off and get up, but also slipped and fell in the puddle of urine. Hannah scrambled over and practically jumped on her, drenching her friend in piss.
“I’m gonna throw up, I’m gonna throw up,” she kept repeating, having given up on getting away. She was now sitting frozen, getting pissed on. Finally, after Hannah’s stream tapered off, she cleaned the floor while her friend took a shower. When she was done, she joined her.
“You mad at me?” Hannah asked.
“Yeah.”
“Tough shit, dude. I’m mad at you. You made me piss myself. I think we’re even.”
“Oh, that’s what you think? We are not even,” Tatiana said. “Not even close.” |
A couple weeks ago me and my friends were on vacation and we went to a lake some 30 minutes away from the home that we rented. I usually have quite a tough time getting out of bed in the morning, especially if I have been drinking like we had been.
So naturally I only get out of bed when everyone is basically leaving and I just put on my swimsuit and get in the car. When I sit down I can feel my bladder, but definitely nothing to worry about yet.
When we got to the lake there were maybe 60 people scattered near the lakeside of a big grass field and only 2 people in the water. As expected the open field had no showers or bathrooms. I was quite eager to get into the water and release my bladder but my friends were taking their sweet time. Luckily it was not too difficult to stand still yet so I patiently waited for them.
Eventually only three of them actually wanted to go into the water so we walked over to the edge and put our feet in the water. The water was very cold and my friends and I only made it to about knee depth before realizing that it was really no fun to swim in this cold water. The other 2 people had also gone out and were now wrapped in towels on grassy beach.
I was contemplating going into the water just to pee but I realized that would be very uncomfortable and seeing me sit in the water would very easily give away to the whole beach that I was peeing. For the same reason peeing while standing knee deep was not really an attractive idea, plus I would have dried up pee all over myself.
My friends were already going back to our towels so I just joined them while my bladder gave a couple of angry contractions due to the cold and the denial of it's impending release.
While I lay down on my towel and relax I actually feel like it gets a bit more bearable and I chat with my friends until eventually even falling asleep for some time (I have no idea how long). When I wake up I notice my thighs are sore, which must have been from pressing them together in my sleep.
I really need to pee now, but I have been in this situation before and I know I can probably last about an hour longer. With a 30 minute drive back to the house that means I will have to stealthily hint at returning to the hotel soon.
Luckily some other people are becoming bored and soon we are talking about leaving. When we get into the cars one of my friends who was kind of taking the lead in the organization mentioned that we would still have to get some food on the way back. Some people volunteered to join her but four girls quickly spoke up about needing a wee and wanting to go in the other car.
I contemplated also speaking on my dire need but imagined the conversation in my head: Debating who had to pee worse would only delay all of us from reaching a bathroom. So I quietly got into the car that was headed for the supermarket and put my seat belt on.
I immediately felt the seat belt dig into my bladder and pulled it away with my hand. I realized it may be wise to quickly grab my towel from the trunk but that would be a complete admission to my need to pee and lack of confidence in my ability to keep it in.
When the other two people get into the back of the supermarket car I know I will just have to control myself until we make it back to the house with our groceries.
During the drive I can hardly keep still and my fidgeting legs keep rubbing up on the guy sitting next to me. He gave me a couple weird looks but luckily he did not actually say anything even tho he probably knew that I need to pee quite badly.
We eventually make it to the supermarket and walk in while all still wearing our swimsuits. Standing up out of the car I can feel that I am really close to leaking. I know that I might not make it all the way back to the house and contemplate peeing in the parking lot but my friends are already headed for the store and I can hardly ask them to wait for me while I pee in the middle of a parking lot.
I had to walk slightly hunched over because I had been sitting with my bulging bladder in my lap and it did not like being stretched out at all. If I had not been at the back of the group I am certain one of my friends would have noticed and I knew I would not be able to keep this up all the way through the store.
When I walked into the air conditioned supermarket my muscles contracted and I felt a warm feeling on the inside of my thighs. I looked down and saw a glistering reflection on my legs. They were wet since my swim clothes did not absorb any fluid at all.
I took a couple of steps towards my friends and another spurt of pee shot out, this time my knees were bent and so some of the pee fell on the floor, making an audible splash behind my feet. One of my friends looked over their shoulder and exclaimed some sort of shocked sound that attracted the attention of the rest of my friends and some other people to her and then to me.
Instinctively I slammed both of my hands into my leaking privates and turned around to go back outside and escape the situation. With every step a little bit of pee ran through my saturated swim clothes and down my legs. When I made it to the little gate it obviously did not open since it only opens to the inside.
I crossed my legs tightly to stop the steady stream and with both hands tightly squeezing myself I actually succeed in stopping the pee for a moment. All my friends and at least 10 people must have been looking at me at this moment but all I could think about was gripping myself hard enough to keep all of my pent-up pee inside of my body.
Suddenly I see the gate open from the corned of my eye as someone walked through it. Quickly I step towards the gate and grab it to keep it open and a large yet of pee shoots straight down between my legs.
I realize I have lost the fight and while hunched down, trying to do my best to minimize the damage I walk out of the store into the parking lot where I collapse down on the floor sitting against the wall while the rest of my pee shoots out onto the concrete.
My pee streams downhill in front of the entrance to the supermarket and people look at me with disgust as they try not to step in it.
When two of my friends make it out of the store to find me they try to calm me down, saying that it happens to everyone and offering to get their towels from our car. I say I would rather just go to the car and stay there while they do the shopping so that is what we did.
I sat on my towel while my friends bought groceries and also on the way back to the house.
This story is fiction, but based on true events from my vacation. Please leave any constructive feedback you can think of and I would love to thank all the other people that have taken the time to write all the stories that I have enjoyed so much in the past!
My original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/urinewords/comments/wjk2uj/should_have_gone_in_the_lake_a_very_public/. If you click through to my profile there are some more stories and even some memes which is a sadly dying genre that I really enjoy. |
This is my first story on the site. I've been dwelling here for about 2 years but haven't really made an account. This account was made just today, infact!
I have a few main mechanics in my stories and stuff:
- Coloured text within the story itself means I am talking to you through the fourth wall
- This symbol right here --> " 😉 " , the winky face, is a foreshadow for future events
- All characters within any one of my work is completely fictional and are all above the age of 18
Disclaimer:
- Grammar isn't my strongest suit (English 2nd language) so bare with me if i make mistakes
- I am no author. So it's not gonna super good
- These *fictional* stories are pulled from the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind. So if it does not suit your tastes, that's totally fine.
**Contains: bondage, re-wetting, sweat fetish, confinement play, and a pretty bad plot.
Especially the plot part. It's pretty cliche. But you're not really here for the plot. And i'm not here for the plot either. We're both here for piss
Spoiler
Alright, so the first chapter contains only one wetting scene, and the whole thing is a little boring. But just bare with the plot, i just need to set the stage first. We cool? Cool!
Chapter 1: Introductions, and the Beginning.
This story is about Lily (and some other people). Lily is going to a party tomorrow; for "old-times sakes", with her old highschool friends. Which by this point, they all are well into their college years. Since this is a party remembering their times back in the highschool days, everyone decided on the school theme; and so (most) agreed to come in their old uniforms, Lily included.
The girls' uniform for her old school consists of a dark teal, sorta jumper skirt, a white blouse with long, slightest bit puffy sleeves, and a ribbon of the same teal colour at the collar. The school's logo branded on the pocket, left side of her chest. Its colour contrasting nicely with the rest of the rather monochromatic outfit. Well, monochromatic as in teal and white, obviously.
It's pretty dusty, just sitting there in her closet for years. A few stains of age, but she couldn't really be bothered to re-wash it, and it didn't really smell so she guessed it'd be fine. Just ironing it to make it nice and neat looking is probably enough. Luckily, it still fits. She was pretty slim then, but had not really gained much now so it's still fine. Ok, maybe a little tight around the waists 😉
Now for Lily herself, appearance wise. She's often described as "not very pretty, but really cute" by her classmates. And some guys obviously are more into that than the hot ones (myself included. 😉 She's a nerdy girl, in almost every sense of the word, including her appearance absolutely; Glasses, freckles, and just a bit of acne like everyone else. She always does her hair into side-tails or double buns. But for the party, she's going for a more neat, twin braids look. Ending with a yellow bow with pink polka dots on the left, and the inverse on the right braid. It's a party, colourful-ness is a given.
Although her skirt wasn't short, she would also often wear a pair of leggings with her uniform, under the skirt. Which is quite an atypical choice. Just an insecurity thing; She didn't and still doesn't like to elaborate on it, so she'd just usually answer that it's comfy. Although she doesn't experience that specific insecurity nearly as much anymore, the outfit just wouldn't be complete without one. So she went with a grey pair of stretchy cotton leggings. Ankle socks and loafers, a check of course.
Personality wise, she's an ambivert, shy around some, bubbly around others (definitely submissive though haha). She's a genuine person at the core, but would often choose to skirt around saying things that would hurt others (how nice). And she's usually more timid around boys. (also, one more interesting, unrelated quirk: she has mild hyperhidrosis. Just another detail i threw in to satisfy my other personal fetishes 😉
The day, or rather, the night came. And Lily is getting ready for the party, putting on her fit, doing her hair, putting on makeup ("natural" look), and some cologne for good measure. Now ready, she waits for her friend Andie, a tomboy-ish, strong-lady type to pick her up at her apartment as she doesn't own a car. In the car there's also Audrey, Andie's energetic girlfriend. They banged their heads to some music, courtesy of Andie's playlist. And before long, they're at Fred's house, the party place.
Fred is the cool guy, or so they say, of the class. He's average build, a little muscular even. Quite tall, and has an average to pretty good-looking face. He's a night-owl, party boy. An enjoyer of the more material aspects of life. He's actually in the same class as Lily, eversince their senior years in highschool and even up 'til now in their sophomore years of college, studying comp-sci. Some would say he's also a bit creepy, but he normally just plays it off as a joke, quite well infact 😉 He decided to throw this specific party together as there's a long holiday coming up, and he's in a bit of a weird nostalgic mood for the past couple weeks 😉
When they arrived, most of their friends were already there, though luckily the party hasn't officially started yet. They make themselves comfortable. About half their old class were invited: consisting of 6 girls and 10 boys. Already waiting there was Yue, a foreign exchange student and the last member of their best friends group. Another important character there was Johann, the nice guy of the group, and Lily's only close friend from the boy's side. He looks pretty funny here as he'd long outgrown his school outfit. Especially considering he's the tallest guy in their whole class. Everyone had a laugh about it, so does Johann as he didn't really mind.
Fred officially announce the beginning of the party and everyone gives their cheers. And the party went well. Everyone had drinks, a lot of drinks (obviously, college kids). Lily doesn't really drink. Neither do Yue, and Audrey. Andie's the only real "hard-partier" in their group, and she got real drunk real fast. But unlike Lily however, Yue and Audrey don't really outright refuse drinks either, so they got sufficiently drunk as well. Everyone had a blast, but Lily doesn't really feel super well. Eventually she got so tired she fell asleep. Her three other friends, drunk but still have enough common sense not to drive, also slept at Fred's. But quickly departed in the morning. Opting for Audrey to drive instead as Andie is still getting hit hard. In their hazey, hungover, and slightly dazed state, they didn't realize that one member is still missing: Lily.
Lily soon woke up, also quite hazey even though she barely had any alcohol. When she'd come to her senses a little more, she realized she's soaked in sweat. But more alarmingly, she's tied up, laying on a dirty spare matress in what she believe is Fred's room. She struggles hard against her restraints and tries to call for help, quickly realizing there's a tape gag over her mouth. After the panic partially subsided, she begins to look around more. She couldn't see much as she can't really explore the space physically; Her sticky body bound tightly. Her arms raised and cuffed to the wall, her now sweaty armpits exposed. And her legs tied up together on the matress, unable to move much except to roll them around. She began to tear up at her own situation, wondering how, why and so my other questions about why she is in such a position. Not long after though, Fred enters the room
"Hot?" He's asked in a mockingly caring tone. Despite the AC being on, she's still sweating profusely. Probably because of the whole situation.
He gently removes the tape from her face as she tries to bite him in anger.
"Woah! Easy now. You're at my mercy, Lily." He said in a surprised, but clearly aroused tone.
"Why... why are you doing this to me?" Asked Lily, her voice shaking with many emotions.
"Have you not realized?" He asked back sternly, then quickly bursting into laughter.
"Last night I handed you a drink." after a short pause, Lily's face turned from the initial panic, to anger, and now, to abject horror as she quickly recalls the events of last night.
While the party was ongoing, Fred seeing that Lily had nothing to drink, handed her a mocktail as a gesture, knowing she doesn't drink alcohol. Not long after that, she began to feel her head getting heavier and sleepier. That drink is probably the single most important thing in his little operation, she thought. After everyone had fallen asleep or left the house, Fred had his buddies help him transport her into his room and tied her up in the middle of the night so no one would notice. She's realized now that during the process, she was even awake but too tired to do anything.
"Yes." Fred replied with a slow, low grumble. A shit-eating smile on his face.
"W- why..?" She replied shakily
"I'll tell you later." He replied plainly
"Later...? h- how long do you p- plan on k- keeping me here..?!" She asked while tearing up once more.
"Long enough for me to tell you everything I need to tell you." He replied with a smirk.
"Oh, and I put some diuretics into your drink sooo..."
Just as he says so, Lily begin to feel an overwhelming urge to pee. A feeling suppressed by everything else before, but now emerging strong and unignorable. She asks him to let her go use the toilet, in which he replied no. She knew the answer already, although she still dreaded it. Still, she asked for just a small chance that maybe he would let her go. But small hope die easy. After about half an hour, he returned to the room with a small platter of food. Leftovers, really.
"Breakfast in bed!" He said, clearly mocking her situation
She didn't reply. Too focused on the searing pain in her abdomen. Not helped by the aforementioned tightness around her waist area. Sweat pouring from her face down her neck and everywhere else. Using every muscle in her body to stop herself from letting it go. Eventually, everyone breaks. She starts leaking, slowly, little by little. Fred is still watching, but she didn't care at this point. The leaks come more regularly, and each time lasting longer. As her panties and leggings grew wetter and wetter, she lost control completely and let it all out into her panties, leggings, skirt, even her socks and shoes got wet. Nothing down at her lower half was spared from the torrent.
Fred started chuckling, and looks very clearly aroused. He didn't say a word after what happened. Neither did she. The only difference being that he's laughing and she's crying.
Eventually, the silence was broken by the evermore assertive Fred
"Wow! I uh- i- 've no words. You have no idea how long i've wanted to do that!"
"You're getting off on this?!" She replied angrily. Her messy face beet-red with both anger and embarrassment. But still, that was a massive relieve to finally let out that sea she was holding in. She knows that he's obviously into this sort of thing now after that interaction.
After some time, he started feeding her the aforementioned food. In which, in whatever emotion you can call what she is in right now, she refused to eat. Turning her face away, and even knocked a spoonful onto herself. After that, Fred obviously took that she's not in a mood to eat, so he left the room.
"I'll remove the tape so you can call me whenever you're hungry, alright?"
She nodded.
Chapter 2 soon |
Chapter 3: Getting Intense (in more ways than one)
Warning: this chapter contains almost messing, if you don't like that. But it's only a very small part
Day 3; Rise and Shine. Fred was already awake by the time she wakes up. And already, just after waking up:
"What's that smell?" She whispered to herself, with slight disgust. Her face then turns beet-red after quickly realizing it was coming from her herself. She was tied up with her arms raised, cuffed to the wall. So it was pretty obvious where to trace back the source. She knows that sweat caused by stress and fear can smell worse than regular sweat. And obviously, the situation the night before was pretty... intense. And she was left to stew in it for two days without a bath, of course this would happen. She wanted to clean herself yesterday, and she couldn't want it more now. Though in last night's talk, Fred opened up about having a kink for sweat, so unfortunately, she doesn't think Fred would let her. She'd still try to ask him though. Now for a question with a little more obvious of an answer; She needs to pee. Morning pee, it's inevitable. Everyone has water building up inside of them when they sleep, and she's no exception. Already accepting her fate, she pisses herself right then and there, keeping everything perpetually wet.
The smell of stale sweat and stale piss together in an unpleasent combo for some... or most. Lily included of course. But is quite arousing for the sick few like Fred (or me, the Author hehe) She tries to ignore the scent of herself, focusing on the more pleasant smell of food; Fred's currently cooking breakfast. And not long after, he'd bring it in.
"Breakfast, honey!" He said with a proud smile
"Not much, i'm not one to cook. But hopefully it's fine atleast"
"Oof- but it's starting to smell in here, ey?"
That caught her attention more. And immediately, her face was bright red again. She quickly turned away from embarrassment, and almost teared up.
"Maybe we should get some fresh air in here, don't you agree?" He chuckled
She didn't reply, still very embarrassed. But inside, she must say that she doesn't hate the idea at all.
With that, Fred opened the windows, letting some much needed fresh air into the room.
"Ah! There we go. Sorry, didn't mean to humiliate you like that. It's just that it's my room, and y'know? Don't really want it smelling like... what it smells like now haha"
She looked back at him with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, but didn't say anything. Even secretly thanking him deep down. They both needed the fresh air, especialy her.
"Well uh... should we start eating?" Asked Fred. His tone a little softer than the mocking tone of the first night, but still tease-y.
She nodded in response.
After finishing the meal, which they both enjoyed, she asked Fred if she could take a bath like she intended to
"I feel bad for you, but i think you know what the answer is. You look pretty cute when you're embarrassed though haha" he replied (in a tone I could only describe as "y'know, y'know? Brooo")
She hung her head low and let out only a soft, whimpery "Mhm." in response.
Suddenly, a sensation started to hit her. And oh, it's much worse than the pee. Like a truck, the urge to defecate hits her sharply in the lower abdomen. Almost causing her to let it go right there. She holds in the oncoming train painfully until it subsided, using every muscle in her body. Beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Immediately afterwards, she desperately shouted for Fred
"Fred! Fred! Please i need to go so bad! And it's not piss this time!!!"
After that, Fred quickly rushed into the room. He's not really into messing, and plus he just feels really bad for her right now, so he quickly tries his best to untie her. Despite it being more powerful as a locking tool, the handcuffs were the easy part. The confusing mess that are the ropes tying up Lily's legs are far more time consuming. They both quickly scrambled to untie the elaborate knots Fred had setup. Lily almost soiling herself in the process. When the restraints were undone, she hurriedly dashed to the bathroom. Taking off her panties and leggings as fast as she could, she sat on the toilet and let the eruption out. (I'm not going to describe this scene further) After she was done, she obviously looks around, like a new area was unlocked in a video game. Then she spotted a jackpot: her phone! Fred was hiding her phone in here. Guess he didn't plan on letting her go to use the bathroom at all. Picking this valuable asset up, she finds out that there was over a dozen missed calls by her friends, clearly worried about her after she stopped responding to their texts. They even went to her apartment to find her, but of course she wasn't there. Now pretty much crying, she is debating whether to call them back or not. What if Fred hears her? He is still very much right there in the room.
Ok now, this is where YOU come in. I have 3 story routes planned at this point, and you, yes you, will get to choose. I'll continue writing in the most voted for route. (But i'm no leaving the other choices behind either. As a bonus, i will continue both of the less voted for routes as seperate endings like in a video game. You'll get to see all of them, just the other ones later.) Another rule is, if the results are insufficient: as in there are not a lot of people reading or replying, i will continue the story in the route i think is the best personally. And in the rare case of a tie, I'll run the poll back again between the two most requested routes.
Ok, let's vote!
A - She calls her friends immediately
B - She doesn't call her friends
C - She calls her friends later, waiting for Fred to leave
All i can say is: all three of the routes might lead to outcomes you might not expected, so keep that in mind also
Anyways, hope you're enjoying the story so far, and I'll see you in Chapter 3 Part 2 |
It was a hard life as the heiress to a fallen house, but Constance was managing to get by. The blonde mage had been taken in at Garreg Mach Monastery and was even allowed to enroll in professor Byleth’s class. She was learning a lot and starting to make friends, but unfortunately had not made any progress on her mission to restore House Nuvelle.
She found herself in the infirmary at Garreg Mach tending to her friend Hapi. The red-haired girl had been incredibly sick the past few days and when the fever showed no signs of letup, Constance began researching a new topic. She needed a grand medical sorcery scheme that would cure thousands of people across Fodlan and restore House Nuvelle to prominence among the Adrestian Empire! And also cure her friend. That was important too of course.
It was a busy day at the infirmary. Hapi was bedridden as were Dorothea and Petra. The sickness seemed to be spreading throughout the Black Eagle house and it didn’t help that Edelgard was getting a wound dressed by Manuela. There was a crash at the door as Ingrid ran in dragging Annette who had sustained some burns during a kitchen explosion. Dorothea complained about the lack of cute guys to bond with, and Ingrid assured her she’d get her wish once she was done with Sylvain who’d left Annette unsupervised.
“Attention everyone!” Constance declared above the commotion. “I have found a new spell which should help cure this strange sickness! One symptom of the fever is high blood pressure and I have found a spell which should help me get a read on Hapi.”
“Of course I’m the test subject,” Hapi muttered.
“And you will be rewarded handsomely once I’m through. With this new spell, I should be able to read and change blood pressure,” Constance said.
Hapi stuck out her arm and Constance began to recite the spell. It appeared to be working by all accounts. She was about hallway through reciting it when…
“ACH-OOO!”
Hapi suddenly sneezed and completely startled Constance. The ball of magic she’d summoned went flying at hit Hapi in the stomach. Then then was a bright flash of yellow light which made everyone shield their eyes.
Constance reopened her eyes. “Um… that wasn’t ideal.”
“What just happened, Coco?” Hapi asked. “It hit me in the stomach and…”
Constance took a closer look and gasped. A golden number appeared right where Hapi’s blood pressure reading should’ve been. It read 36%.
“36% of what?”
Constance scratched her head and looked around. Similar values appeared over everyone who was in the room. Petra had 51%. Dorothea had 29%. Edelgard had 44%, Manuela had 41% and Ingrid had 61%. Lastly Annette had… 2%.
Constance turned towards Annette who was completely embarrassed. A damp patch ran down her legs and a pool of liquid rested at her feet. She noticed Constance staring and blushed.
“That flash scared me,” she laughed awkwardly. “Sorry about the floor Professor Manuela.”
“You’re fine dear. Go change and I’ll get Cyril to mop up. Everyone should probably step outside for a little bit of fresh air anyway,” Manuela said.
Then it all clicked. The magic orb had hit Hapi in the abdomen, but it had missed her stomach and hit her bladder. Somehow…
“Well that spell misfired. But I think I can make it work so long as I’m not distracted,” Constance said.
Everyone stared at her blankly.
“So what did it do?” Hapi reiterated.
“Rather than seeing her blood pressure like expected, I somehow wound up seeing her bladder fullness. I think that was due to where it hit,” Constance said.
The room laughed awkwardly. “Well okay then. How bad do I have to pee?” Hapi asked.
“A bit. 36, wait now it jumped up to 37%,” Constance said.
“Huh. That actually sounds about right,” Hapi said.
Constance nodded. “It’s not just you though. I can see everyone’s number in here.”
Dorothea giggled. “Ooh what’s mine?”
“29%.” Constance said.
“That sounds right. Got a slight urge,” Dorothea said. “Who has to go the most?”
“That’s a weirdly personal question,” Ingrid said.
“It’s Ingrid isn’t it?” Dorothea asked.
“61%!” Constance declared. “Then we’ve got Petra at 51 and Edelgard at 44.”
“I do have desperation,” Petra admitted.
“Same. I was actually on my way to the bathroom when I heard the kitchen explosion,” Ingrid said.
“So Constance, what does spell actually do in the grand scheme of things?” Edelgard asked.
“Aside from helping toilet train children, probably nothing practical. It’ll probably wear off in a little bit anyway,” Constance said. “But that’s not important. Who wants to volunteer for the blood pressure spell attempt two?”
There were no takers as the group filed out for a short trip outside. Constance sighed and left the infirmary empty handed.
Constance returned to the Shadow Library in Abyss and pulled out several more books in effort to figure out what went wrong with the spell. Had the sneeze just startled her and caused her to misfire into Hapi’s bladder? No, that explanation seemed far too simple…
“Hey Coco!”
Constance jumped in surprise as Hapi came around the corner. “Hapi! You scared me.”
“Whoops. You ready for dinner?”
“Sure,” Constance said. “I’ll be ready in… wait a second.”
“What?”
Despite several hours passing, a golden 7% floated above Hapi’s head. “Did you just use the bathroom?” Constance asked.
“Um, yeah. Is the number still visible?”
Constance nodded. “Says 7%.”
“Weird. Didn’t think the spell would last that long. What’s your number at?” Hapi said.
Constance paused. “I… actually don’t have a way to check.”
“Then let’s look in a mirror,” Hapi said.
“Good idea.”
Constance headed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Much to her surprise, there was no floating number. “That can’t be right. Why would the spell make me unable to check my own reading?”
“Well do you want to be able to check?” Hapi asked.
“I mean yeah, that’d be nice,” Constance said.
“Then it seems we’ve got only one solution. Why don’t you let me try the spell on you?” Hapi asked.
“Then you can keep tabs on me and I can cover you. Splendid!” Constance said. “You’ll be a great research assistant once I restore House Nuvelle.”
Hapi didn’t seem too impressed by that grand compliment, but played along. “Thanks Coco. Let’s try attempt 2 at this experiment.”
Constance led Hapi to her room and laid down. Hapi read the spell book and began to recite. Right when it came time to check Constance’s blood pressure, she angled the spell right towards her bladder.
And coughed. It seemed her sickness back at the worst possible moment. She inevitably butchered the pronunciation of the final word and suddenly two balls of yellow energy slammed into Constance’s bladder.
Constance shielded her eyes. Once she reopened them, Hapi gave her a thumbs up. “You’re at 44%,” Hapi said.
“Wonderful. I have a bit of a nagging urge, but I’m not about wet myself or anything. Seems accurate,” Constance said.
“Cool. I was a bit surprised to see two balls of energy hit you, but the result seems to be the same as what happened to me,” Hapi said.
“Wait, what do you mean two balls?” Constance demanded.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m going back to the infirmary. Could you be a dear and fetch some soup from the dining hall for your future research assistant?”
“Sure,” Constance said.
Constance made her way to the dining hall and fixed two bowls of soup. Pouring the liquid made her a bit antsy as she forgot to tend to her 44%, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. She did have an interesting revelation as she saw Annette, 54%, talking to Mercedes who had no reading. It seemed the spell only had impacted everyone in room when it went off. Seeing Ingrid, 48%, roll her eyes at a joke from Sylvain whom had no reading confirmed this.
She returned to the infirmary and was immediately shocked by the readings of everyone there. Aside from Hapi’s 22%, Dorothea had 71% and Petra had 82%. Edelgard was also there and had 77%, looking sick after potentially catching the illness from earlier. Hilda was a new addition who had no reading, but was very much fake coughing in an effort to miss the reason exam the next day. She looked quite desperate too.
“Everyone’s numbers are so high. What happened here?” Constance asked.
“Manuela got drunk and destroyed the infirmary toilet when the,” Dorothea said. She pointed to the back corner of the room where an “Out of Order” sign stood on the bathroom door.
“That’ll do it,” Constance sighed. “Why not use the ones around the corner?”
“Seteth and Rhea got worried about the illness spreading once I got infected and they spotted the group outside. Now there’s a quarantine,” Edelgard said. “Maintenance should be fixing the infirmary bathroom any minute now.”
“I have hope they will,” Petra said. Her legs were tightly crossed and her knees were bouncing.
“Hey Constance, if you don’t mind, what’s my reading?” Edelgard asked.
“77%”
Edelgard nodded. “Sounds about right. I hope the issue is fixed soon.”
“What reading? Can someone explain what’s going on?” Hilda asked.
Constance gave her the rundown and the pink haired girl’s eyes lit up. “Perform that spell on me! If you can prove that I have an overactive bladder, I can get medical clearance to leave class to use the restroom several times a lecture!”
“Well do you have bladder problems?” Constance asked.
“No. But that’s nothing a ton of water, coffee, and tea can’t fix,” Hilda said.
Edelgard shook her head. “You’ll do anything to get out of work, won’t you?”
“It’s a creative solution, I’ll give her that,” Hapi said.
Constance rolled up her sleeves and performed the spell on Hilda. As she recited it, she became aware of her own urge spiking and made a note to visit the bathroom soon after. Once the spell finished, she saw Hilda’s 80.
“You’ve got an 80%,” Constance said. “Now if you’ll all excuse me, I’m going to nip out for a minute and…”
“You can’t go anywhere either,” Edelgard said. “I hate to be such a stickler, but if you’re carrying the illness and someone else passes by you on the way…”
“Oh… ok,” Constance said. “Nevermind then. “I’ll have this soup in the meantime before it gets cold. The toilet should be getting fixed soon anyway.”
The issue did not get fixed soon. In fact, things got even worse when Annette and Ingrid showed up a few minutes later under similar safety precautions. As they waited on the toilet to get fixed one thing became clear.
8 girls were stuck in one room without a working toilet. Things were about to get interesting. |
Part 2
A/N: There's one diaper wetting in this part. Text is in orange for anyone who wants to skip it.
8 girls. 8 bladder percentages. No working toilet. Constance was fidgeting to no end as she wrote the readings on the blackboard.
Annette: 66%
Dorothea: 74%
Edelgard: 80%
Hapi: 30%
Hilda: 83%
Ingrid: 52%
Petra: 86%
Constance:…
“72%” Hapi said.
Constance was taken aback. “What? That can’t be right. I was at 44% before I left to grab the soup.”
“The soup and water must’ve gone straight through you,” Hapi shrugged. “Your reading goes up by 2 each time while other people’s go up by one.”
“My reading does what?” Constance demanded.
“Oop there it goes again. 74%. About to pass Dorothea,” Hapi said.
“Well look on the bright side. We’ve got a clear order that everyone can go in once the bathroom gets fixed,” Edelgard said.
“But what if we will not be making it?” Petra asked. She rolled up her skirt and a small coin sized wet patch was already visible on her underwear.
“Don’t worry about it, Petra. Help is coming any minute now,” Dorothea said.
Petra’s reading climbed to 87, and Constance wasn’t so sure. She felt bad for her, but knew she was also about to receive some interesting data for the spell she’d accidentally discovered. She was under the impression that you wet yourself involuntarily at 100%, but Petra was already leaking in the upper eighties. By the time she hit 90%, a small bit of pee was already on her bed. Hilda and Edelgard were just behind at 88 and 84. and Constance reckoned she was pretty close herself.
Petra’s first big leak came at 96%. A small pool formed underneath her and she was red faced. Edelgard and Hilda tried their hardest to look away and Constance felt a warm leak enter her own underwear. Petra was jumping up and down when the dam finally burst. A golden “100%” popped up and the number immediately started counting down. Her tight fitting tan skirt was drenched as pale yellow urine stained her clothes.
Seeing Petra go was too much for Edelgard whose reading jumped from 92 to 100 in the span of a minute. Unlike Petra who fought of the inevitable while in the 90s, it seemed she simply was unable to overcome her leaks once Petra’s accident began. Her red silk leggings soon turned maroon and she hid her face in embarrassment.
“Two down, six to go,” Hapi said.
“Hapi!” Constance snapped. She was well aware that she would be either 3rd or 4th and didn’t need any reminders. A small follow up stream came after Edelgard’s main accident and that caused Contance yet another leak. Hilda was bouncing up and down across the room with a fleeting glance towards the out of order bathroom in false hope. Several streams raced down her legs as her reading hit 97%, but Constance lost control first.
One moment, Contance was fighting to keep her sphincter shut. The next, she simply couldn’t feel it at all. Her eyes widened as a golden deluge flooded her underwear. She tried to stand up and keep the damage from hitting her white dress, but she wasn’t entirely successful as several telltale streaks turned certain patches see through.
“Cute underwear,” Dorothea giggled as the light hit Constance’s dress at the just the right angle.
Constance blushed and was beyond thankful when Hilda’s wetting stole everyone’s attention a few seconds later. The pink haired girl knew there was no use fighting it and sighed in relief as an ocean sized puddle formed beneath her.
Constance returned to the blackboard and updated everyone’s capacity. What fascinated her was the fact that no one’s bladder returned to 0% after voiding. Petra was at 30, Edelgard had 24, and Hilda had 17. The concept of “breaking the seal” was nothing new and it was interesting to see how it was represented in numerical data.
She turned to Hapi who held up three then six fingers. To her credit, another urge was already nagging her. “I don’t understand, Hapi.”
“Your bladder fills twice as fast compared to everyone else,” Hapi said.
Constance thought back to the two balls of energy that hit her. She was nearly on pace to wet herself twice before Hapi wet once! For whatever reason, that idea seemed mortifying.
She had barely written Dorothea’s 96% when the former songstress began to wet. While most people had wet standing up, she remained lying down as she’d never stood up and her legs appeared to be shaking too much anyway. She moaned in relief and spread her legs as her bladder voided and completely soaked her bedding. Urine spilled over the sides in a torrent before slowing in a steady drip that looked torturous for Annette, Ingrid, and Hapi.
Of the final three, Ingrid’s need had surged to the highest percentage and she cited two mugs of tea at dinner as the reason why. She was at 86% and was fidgeting quite badly. Her movements seemed slightly different compared to everyone else. While everyone else was worried about the front of their pants, she seemed particularly worried about the back and sides of her pants. Rather than fighting until the bitter end, she ended things on her own terms once she hit 94% and the pain became too much.
She sighed in relief and Constance watched her reading rapidly start to count down. However, one key aspect of wetting was missing- the pee. Constance heard the sound of trickling water and Ingrid blushed once she knew she was exposed.
“I didn’t know what effects the sickness might have, so I brought some precautions,” Ingrid said. She pulled down the top of her pants where a completely saturated diaper was visible. The front was pale yellow and the wetness stripes were dark blue.
“I could’ve used one of those,” Dorothea said. “Wait a minute. How did you get one in an adult size?”
Ingrid stared at the floor red faced. “Um, well…”
“I could use one too!” Annette yelped.
The petite redhead was dancing on the spot when her reading hit 100%. She twirled around and laughed it off as she soaked her pants in the infirmary for the second time that day. Constance had no clue how she could hold so much urine and felt the next round of dribbles as she watched. Hapi flashed up the number 70 and Constance sighed. Her doubled filling rate was becoming quite an issue and she’d need to find a way for Hapi to change it back as soon as the mess in the infirmary was sorted out.
Hapi was the last one dry given her pee before finding Constance, and even she was up to 78%. Constance was well on pace to go twice before her, not to mention Petra, Edelgard, and Hilda who’d already crossed 50% as a result of breaking the seal.
Despite her suspicions that Hapi might outlast all four of them, it never came to fruition. Hapi hit 82% and declared enough was enough. Constance waited for her to wet, but instead she climbed up on the counter.
“Might want to look away,” she said. She then pulled her shorts and underwear down before peeing in the sink.
Constance facepalmed as did everyone aside from Ingrid. Hapi finished and Petra scrambled up to use the sink right after.
“How didn’t we think of that?” Edelgard said in disbelief while voicing what they all thought.
Constance had no clue how the idea escaped her brilliant mind, and she was in no position to take advantage of it either. She watched Petra pull her skirt up and pee through her already saturated panties and knew that was the end of her own bladder. Golden liquid ran down her legs and Constance had no choice but to watch with no control over her body.
Moments after she was done, the door opened.
“Hey ladies. Hope you all feel better,” Claude said. His nose then picked up the dominating scent of urine. “Now what happened here?”
Edelgard folded her jacket over her soaked leggings. “Maintenance never came by to fix the toilet and things spiraled out of control.”
Claude grinned. “Gotcha. Excuse me for a moment.”
He walked to the back of the room opened the bathroom door. Edelgard reiterated it was broken, but Claude ignored her and peed. Once he was done, the toilet flushed perfectly fine.
Stunned silence filled the room.
Claude walked out, took off the “Out of Order” sign and headed out. “Manuela never threw up and I never contacted Seteth. I just wanted to mess with Hilda a bit since she’s obviously faking her illness. Thought it’d be funny for about twenty minutes until Fodlan’s best and brightest figured it out. Have a nice night!”
“Claude von Riegan!” Edelgard yelled. “When Seteth finds out about this…”
Claude grinned and shut the door.
Once he was gone, all eyes turned to Edelgard.
“You trusted Claude?” Hilda stammered. “Of all the people in the monastery, you believed the most notorious schemer?”
“Well no one thought to check in fairness,” Edelgard said. “Besides, Manuela is the professor for the Goden Deer House so it made sense in my mind…”
Constance laughed. “What a night. At least I discovered a new spell.”
“Very true Constance. The original spell might not have worked, but this one certainly does. Perhaps you could teach it to others,” Edelgard said.
“I would be so honored!” Constance exclaimed.
All eight of them were still quarantined, so they stayed up late into the night talking. Constance’s spell was a major topic of discussion as the group bounced ideas off of each other trying to figure out how to improve it. Constance remained cautious about teaching it too early with Hapi’s mishap being the chief reason why. It was perhaps the weirdest bonding experience she had ever had.
Eventually they called it a night. Just before Constance drifted off, she considered the scope of her discovery. In trying to cure a sickness, she seemed to have discovered an entirely new area of magic by accident. It seemed that brighter and possibly wetter days were in store for House Nuvelle going forward. |
I'm back. Just like part 2, skip the orange text if diapers aren't your thing. It just would've been malpractice to plant "Checkov's diaper" earlier and not use it 😉
Part 4
By some miracle, the diaper was dry the next morning. The infirmary was stirring as the clock read a quarter till eight. Annette and Petra were awake and waiting in line for the bathroom to relieve their 74% and 70% capacities. Constance got in line behind them figuring she might as well save her diaper for when it was absolutely necessary.
Manuela walked in a short while later. “Good morning dears. I talked to Seteth and Rhea about the sickness. It seems to be dying down a little bit, so I need you remain quarantined until this evening. That will be twenty-four hours. Then everyone not sick can leave.” She headed out moments later, not spending any more time around the infected students than necessary.
“So about ten more hours. Lovely,” Dorothea said.
“Beats school!” Hilda said.
“If we're stuck here, I guess I can try and teach everyone the spell,” Constance suggested.
“Might as well,” Edelgard said.
Constance beamed and explained the basics of the spell. Annette caught on quickly and asked to try it. She repeated the spell and there was a flash of yellow light. “I think I got it!”
“Who has the highest reading?” Constance asked.
“Hapi at 65%,” Annette said.
“Yep! We’ve got our first success!” Constance declared.
One by one, the rest of the group tried out the spell. Yellow light flashed overhead, and the girls cheered as each attempt worked. Soon the last person to cast the spell was Petra.
“I am not sure this is a good idea,” Petra said. Constance certainly understood where she was coming from. The princess of Brigid was incredibly smart, but magic was the one area she struggled with. Reciting spells in her second language didn't help matters either.
“It’s okay Petra, you’ll do great,” Dorothea said. “Just repeat slowly after Constance.”
That gave Petra some confidence. “I will be trying then.”
Constance walked her through the spell slowly but surely. A globe of yellow energy formed in the air and Petra gave a satisfied smile. It began to glow brighter when disaster struck. Petra flipped two words around and mispronounced a third. The globe of energy exploded into dozens of small spheres which flew in all directions. Constance screamed as a sphere hit her. She shielded her eyes from the flash and other shouts indicated that the spell had done a lot of damage.
“Well, I just got hit with the spell. Anyone else?” Constance asked.
Everyone had been hit by the spell except for Petra who jumped out of the way and Annette who cast Wind to blow a yellow sphere flying towards her away at the last minute.
“So what effect should that have on us?” Ingrid asked.
“I have a guess, and you’re not going to like it,” Constance said. She monitored everyone’s readings for a few minutes and her theory was confirmed. Edelgard, Dorothea, Hilda, Hapi, and Ingrid’s readings now went up by 2%. A quick confirmation from Hapi revealed Constance’s reading increased by 3%. “Yep. Looks like everyone who got hit had their bladder shrink,” Constance said.
“I have apologies,” Petra sighed.
Dorothea shook her head. “No, it’s my fault Petra. I encouraged you.”
“And I tried to go through too many words at once when this isn’t your native language,” Constance said. “Group responsibility for sure.”
“Then we can fix this together,” Dorothea said.
That sounded good in spirit, but reversing a spell they knew little about naturally proved difficult. A handful of ideas sounded plausible, but no suggestions were regarded as a consensus good idea. Dorothea volunteered to be a test subject, but Manuela returned before they could get started.
“I brought some soup, bread, and fresh tea for lunch. Is everyone doing okay?” Manuela asked.
“We’re… doing great professor,” Dorothea said.
“That’s great to hear,” Manuela said.
Constance supposed Dorothea handled the question correctly. The illness from the night before had all but worn off on everyone. Besides, what was she supposed to say, “We accidentally cursed ourselves and destroyed our bladder capacity”?
Manuela left leaving the eight of them to their lunch. Ingrid headed to bathroom. Constance could feel her own urge building up, but she opted to simply wash her hands in the infirmary sink before the soup and tea went lukewarm. Her thinking proved to be a popular choice as everyone’s readings hovered around the 70s excluding Ingrid’s. Hapi told Constance she was at 74% and Constance returned the favor telling Hapi her 81%. Hapi’s legs were tightly crossed as she ate, yet she put off the urge to get up during lunch. The soup and tea were great in all fairness.
Everyone’s focus returned to their bladders after lunch. There was a lull in the conversation and Hapi got up, bladder at 92%. She headed to the bathroom but was beaten by Edelgard, eager to relieve her own 88%. Hapi shook her head in annoyance and Constance flashed her own reading. Hapi returned the favor and Constance winced at the 89% she sent back. Her old condition was rough, but her new increases of 3% were something else! She headed towards the bathroom planning to get in line.
“Hey I’ve got a higher reading can I go first?” Hapi asked Edelgard.
Edelgard shook her head and rushed inside. “Sorry Hapi. I’ve put this off too long myself. I’ll be quick!” Closer inspection revealed Edelgard had already leaked a bit into her red leggings. She shut the bathroom door and her reading began to count down. Hapi cursed before remembering the sink.
“Guess I’m doing this again,” Hapi said reaching to pull her pants down.
Before she could get there, the infirmary door opened. Hapi awkwardly sat down on the counter and Constance looked up. Archbishop Rhea walked in.
“Oh hi Lady Rhea!” Annette piped up.
“Hi. I just wanted to check on everyone. Manuela said the sickness seems to be weakening,” Rhea said.
“It is,” Dorothea said. “I had it pretty bad yesterday but today I’m just a little sluggish.”
Rhea continued to talk with several students. Constance knew rationally it would only be a few minutes, but each second truly felt agonizing. Hapi grabbed herself every time Rhea’s back was turned. Normally Constance would’ve been horrified by her lack of manners, but she totally understood and barely stopped herself from doing the same. Hapi’s reading hit 94 then 96%. Hapi flashed a nine then a five, but Constance cut her off, not seeing any use in knowing more. Rhea turned to talk to Hilda, which put Constance in her field of vision. Constance swallowed hard knowing she was unable to openly hold herself, something she’d considered even though it was improper.
“So Hilda, Claude told me your case of the sickness was quite severe. Is everything okay?” Rhea asked her.
“Oh no. Hilda's going to waste a bunch of time pretending to be sick,” Constance realized. She felt something warm as a leak of pee escaped. She patted herself down and remembered she was still wearing her diaper from earlier. Part of her longed to use it immediately, but she had no idea how much it would hold. “What if it leaks right in front of Lady Rhea?”
“I’m… getting better… Ah choo!” Hilda said realizing she needed to resume faking her illness.
“I see…” Rhea said, naturally unconvinced. She put a hand on her forehead.
“The fever went away this morning,” Hilda said.
“Oh no. This taking forever,” Constance thought as she leaked again.
As Hilda got a case of “chills” Constance and Hapi traded pained smiles. Hapi was up to 98%. Constance suspected she was there as well.
Her dam burst almost immediately after that thought crossed her mind. Unlike earlier accidents in which her face had burned in embarrassment, she was forced to keep her appearance as straight-laced as possible while trying to hide it. Warm pee gushed out of her and steadily pooled in her diaper. Constance stood up as discretely as she could and stepped back a little bit. Her heart pounded and she tried to cut off her stream. That worked briefly, but it wasn’t quite over. She cringed internally as Rhea turned to her during the last few leaks. Constance mumbled a few awkward responses to her questions followed by a “Thanks Lady Rhea” at the end.
At long last (even if only a few minutes of real time), the archbishop left the infirmary. Constance could feel her diaper sag and she patted it experimentally. It was quite warm!
“Uh oh,” Hapi said.
Constance turned and saw Hapi completely lose control while sitting on the counter. Her reading counted down rapidly and a giant puddle of dull yellow started forming beneath her. Hapi tried to get over to the sink, but gave up once she realized she was nearly empty. Resigned to her fate, she shrugged and unleashed the last bit on her own. Golden droplets dripped down the side of the counter and onto the floor.
“Well that wasn’t ideal,” Hapi said nonchalantly.
“I’m so sorry!” Edelgard said. “You did have the higher reading and I might’ve been able to run in and make it as soon as she left…”
“Eh it happens. No one knew the archbishop was coming,” Hapi said. “If only there was a way that I could’ve pulled urine out of my bladder and put it in yours…”
Constance then got a brilliant idea. “Actually, who’s to say that there isn’t?” |
It was around 10:30 on a Saturday night when Undyne and Alphys arrived at a local bar for a concert and some drinks. Undyne was super excited as her favorite punk band, Red Herring, was going to be performing there tonight. Alphys one the other hand found the music a little course and crass for her taste but still enjoyed spending quality time with her girlfriend of 2 year, Undyne.
"I'm gonna go get us some beers alright, you get us a sport in the pit alright!" Undyne said excitedly .
"I'm not a big alcohol person babe. get me something lighter.." Alphys replied.
"uh like what do you got in mind?" Undyne said in a mocking tone.
"uh.. i don't know.. that strawberry cocktail looks yummy.." Alphys replied timidly.
Alphys had always tried to stay away from alcohol as ever since she first tried it on the surface, she realized it gave her, in casual terms "the shits." Something about her monster stomach did not appreciate alcohol very much. As today was her first time at a bar in a while however, she decided to get a low alcohol strawberry cocktail and sip it slowly throughout the night so as to not give herself stomach problems in the middle of the concert. Undyne on the other hand loved alcohol and was always seen as the life of the party wherever there were drinks available.
Undyne strutted up to the bar feeling on top of the world, her big black combat boots clanking on the tiles as she walked. she smiled at the skinny man running the bar. "one beer for me and uh that strawberry cocktail for the little lady." she said looking back at her blushing girlfriend.
"Happy Blooday huh!" said the man looking at Undyne's black band t-shirt.
"oh uh yeah! hehe!" said Undyne.
"Yeah that's been my favorite Red Herring album for a long time!" replied the man.
"Yeah mine too, I'm really excited for tonight!" undyne said with a toothy grin on her face.
"Anyways, here's your drink, mam! Enjoy the concert!" said the friendly man as he handed the drinks to Undyne.
Enjoy the concert she did and even Alphys was having a good time! Once the concert ended it was around 12 o’clock, Undyne and Alphys stayed at the bar for a while enjoying each other's company. Undyne finished her fourth bottle of beer and the man at the bar was pretty impressed. "Never seen someone drink 4 in a row and not get tipsy" said the barkeep as he cleaned a glass with a nervous smile.
"Yea, I have a pretty high alcohol tolerance," said Undyne with a cheeky smirk.
"I do think it's starting to hit me now, '' Undyne said giggling.
"How you doin Alph?" said undyne
"This strawberry thing was pretty good actually!" replied Alphys
"Welp anyways I think it's time we head home before the alcohol really kicks in!" Undyne said looking at her phone.
At around 1:30 Alphys and Undyne left the bar and took a cab back to their apartment as they were both a little tipsy. "What do you wanna do when we get home? '' said Undyne as she rode the elevator up to the third floor of the apartment building.
"I-I don't know, we can watch some tv and um... cuddle?" Alphys replied cutely
"sounds like fun to me!" Undyne giggled as the elevator doors creaked open.
Once back at their apartment the pair decided to sit down on their couch and watch some cheesy cooking shows in each other's arms. After about 45 minutes of watching the show Undyne heard a wet little sound followed by a rather unpleasant smell hitting her nose. Alphys jolted up and grabbed her stomach as it gurgled. "o-oh jeez.. I gotta go bad" she said sheepishly
"I can tell Alph!" said Undyne, Plugging her nose.
It had seemed like the alcohol had finally remembered it was in Alphys's stomach as it began to gurgle something awful. She grabbed he hole as it started spewing out toxic gas as she ran to the bathroom. Undyne waved her hand around and plugged her nose as she giggled at the sight of her gassy, nerdy girlfriend. Undyne laid on the couch for a few more minutes after Alphys left to "take care of business" before falling into a hazy sleep.
Undyne awoke about 3 hour later at around 5 o'clock. she turned to her left and Alphys was not there next to her. "she must have taken a shower and gone to bed" mumbled Undyne in a hazy state. as she leaned up from the couch she was hit with a pulsing pain in her abdomen. The 4 beers she had drank hours earlier had finally been processed in her body and were now making themselves known. she pulled up her band shirt and unlocked her belt that had been pressing on her bulging bladder, so as to not pee herself right then and there. Undyne got up quickly and waddled to the single bathroom in the pair's apartments, clutching her crotch so as to not lose control on the way.
Undyne arrived at the bathroom and realized that the light was on, which she thought was odd. Her and Alphys were very good about turning off lights they are not using to cut back on power bills. Then she heard it, loud snoring and an anime on autoplay. Her girlfriend had fallen asleep on the toilet which she had done before, but now it's serious. Alphys was an especially heavy sleeper and an even heavier sleeper under the influence of alcohol and Undyne knew this. However she still attempted to get her girlfriend to wake up by banging on the door, but to Undyne's dismay, her girlfriend didn't budge, let alone acknowledge her presence at the bathroom door at all. Undyne started to weigh the options in her head, she knew she could not make it to the bathroom in the apartments lobby in time and she knew it would be insanely rude to knock on her neighbors door this late at night to use their bathroom of all things. she decided to try and wake Alphys again, banging on the door even harder this time around but to no avail. she began to knock on the bathroom door with both of her hands but then felt a hot spurt of urine into her pants. she gasped and forced her urethra closed and placed her hand back on her crotch. "Alphys please I-I need to Ngh!'' Undyne said too desperate to even formulate a complete thought.
After about 20 more minutes of standing outside the bathroom door, she felt as if her body was filled up with urine up to her eye. Then she felt another spurt in her boxers, this one stronger than the last. She was past the point of no return and knew that if she tried to move from the spot outside the bathroom door where she was standing, she would surely lose control! she continued banging on the door, squirming and squealing as the spurts became more and more frequent. a visible wet spot had now formed on Undyne's pants as well and the warmth in her pants just made her want to release even more, almost as if her body was playing tricks on her. Undyne cried out as a large spurt began to form into a steady stream in her pants. She knew she had lost the battle but was overcome with relief. she lifted her hands from her crotch as her face became beet red. The stream poured down her pants and began to pool in her boots. not even here boots could contain all the urine however as they began to overflow causing a pool of dark yellow alcoholic piss to form on the floor. After about 3 minutes of a consistent stream Undyne fell to the ground, Undyne the Undying had just pissed her pants.
She sat there for a few moments in embarrassment panting like a dog, covered in sweat. Once the embarrassment subsided however Undyne began to feel something she thought she would never feel in a situation like this, arousal. The warmth of the urine in her pants and boots actually felt good to her in the moment, and the smell, although rather unpleasant, activated something in her head. she unzipped her pants fully and reach into her soggy underwear, grazing her bright red pubic hair on the way down. her pussy felt moister than it had ever felt before and her clit was red and bulging. Although she was slightly grossed out, her lust overwhelmed her rational thoughts. She slipped off her leather jacket and threw it behind her and took off her boots and placed them next to her as well. she then began to prime her clitoris by rubbing it slightly, she then started to go faster. she drove her other hand into her pussy and began thrusting it wildly, moaning and grunting as she did so. Although it felt wrong to enjoy she was nevertheless enjoying herself more than she had in a long while. After about 10 minutes of rhythmic stroking and thrusting, Undyne finally reached climax, falling backward into the puddle of piss she created.
She sat there, in her own sweat and filth twitching, and panting on the tile floor. as she came back to her senses, she was no longer disgusted and embarrassed, quite frankly she was happy that this had happened and had enjoyed this new experience. "I better get cleaned up as best I can before alphys wakes up" Undyne said, looking at her watch. It was just about 6 o'clock and the sun had just begun rising. She grabbed her clothes and scurried to the bedroom to get cleaned up the best she can before Alphys gets out of the bathroom. Undyne had always been the best at making the best out of bad situations and tonight was no exception!
Authors notes time!
Thank you for reading to the end of this Fic! before you say anything, yes this a rewrite of a fic of the same name I did last month that I was not super happy with originally, therefore I decided to rewrite it! I must say I am a lot happier with this version and I hope you enjoy it as well! I have got a couple ideas in my head for various fandom based fics as well so stay tuned, it really depends on how horny I am lol! Also added some mild farting stuff into this version because that tickles my fancy!
Edited August 9, 2022 by WetandKinky13
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Foreword:
This is my first English Omorashi story. I’m not a native English speaker. Please be considerate.
Enjoy!
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It was an ordinary Saturday evening at Nakano Pentagon where the five sisters live together. Tutoring was over and the quintuplets had gathered to watch the premiere of Ichika's commercial, which airs tonight for the first time.
With her payment she bought snacks and canned drinks for all to enjoy, while waiting for her ad. A week ago, Ichika was invited to shoot an advertisement for company that sells female hygiene products.
“The company you worked for... what exactly do they do?” Nino asked.
“A bit of everything. The Company is focused on hygiene products like sanitary napkins, tampons, adult diapers for girls. I just had to jump around a bit and give a smile to the camera. The rest are probably computer animations “
“Wait a second… did you say diapers… for girls?!“
“I mean why not?” Itsuki interrupted “some girls even in our age have problems with holding their bladder “
“You mean girls like Yotsuba?“ Nino teased.
“Hello? I’m here too…” Yotsuba said “and I can hold my pee like other girls.“
“You definitely have the weakest bladder of us“ Miku said
“That is not fair“ Yotsuba sulks
“Let‘s face the facts“ Nino said again
“Give me a chance to prove myself “
“I think there is no way for you to prove that“
Yotsuba is kind of sad about that but Itsuki has an idea.
“Maybe there is a way… We could agree not to go to the toilet until Ichika’s commercial airs and see who can hold it for the longest time“
“I‘m fine with that“ Yotsuba said.
“Wait… Are you serious? It will air at 10:15 pm… so at least 90 minutes until then“
“Why not? Sounds fun“ Ichika said.
“Nino is afraid of losing“ Miku said
“Of course not but the loser has to take a punishment“ Nino said.
So they all agreed to the Rules.
1. No one is allowed to go to the toilet.
2. At the beginning of the game and every twenty minutes, everybody has to drink a glass of water or other drink
3. After the commercial every girl is allowed to go to the toilet again
4. After a participant wets herself, she doesn’t have to drink anymore
5. A rule can be only be overridden if everyone votes for it
Start of the competition: First 20 minutes
While the game starts everybody has a different urge to pee.
Yotsuba doesn't have to pee
Nino doesn't have to pee
Ichika doesn't have to pee
Miku has a little urge to pee
Itsuki has a little urge to pee
For drinks:
Yotsuba drinks Orange Juice
Nino drinks Coke
Ichika drinks Sparkling wine
Miku drinks Matcha Soda
Itsuki drinks Iced Tea
“We could watch TV an while waiting“ Itsuki reminded.
Everybody agrees. The TV program wasn't anything special besides some night time Anime. Yotsuba and Miku were quit Interested in watching but the others were more intrigued in talking.
“Do you think it is really okay to drink alcohol? “ Itsuki asked.
"Actually, I'm not old enough, but we drink it after every shoot anyway. And I got this bottle as a gift from the company's CEO. It would be a waste not to drink it“
The first twenty minutes passed and the urge to pee of Miku and Ichika, thanks to the alcohol, rised.
The second round - everybody choses the same drink as before.
“A second glass?” Nino asked “Won’t you get drunk?”
“Well of course not!” but Ichika has another Problem by now. She always forgets that alcohol always makes her want to pee but she wanted to impress her sisters a bit. While watching anime, Miku also had a big urge to pee now. And her second matcha soda didn't do her any good. She seriously thought about going to the toilet, but the competition forbids her.
“How long until your commercial? “ Miku asked
“Why do you ask?“ Ichika responded “I can‘t say it for sure but at least 1 hour I think“
“Do you have to pee?" Itsuki asked. Relieved that she isn't the only one.
„No… only a bit“
“Actually I have to go too“ Ichika said. “The alcohol shows its effects“
“Maybe the game was a stupid idea… we should just go to the toilet“ Itsuki said
“Hold on!” Nino and Yotsuba interrupt at the same time “We said that we can‘t go to the toilet until the commercial airs“
“But holding it for at least one hour? Miku and Ichika have to pee… and me too“
“Not our problem“, Nino said “this is a battle between us sisters. If you lose it you have to pee your pants“
“Pee my pants?! No way, right?” Itsuki responded
Nino and the other girls nodded, realizing that they could regret the contest. “Shouldn’t we than sit on the ground if we have to… pee our pants?” Itsuki asked
“This would be better for you I guess” Nino said
In the last 5 minutes of the round, they moved the furniture away and sit in a circle on the ground.
Third round: 40 out of at least 90 minutes already in the contest.
After the third drink Miku really has to pee. It‘s the same feeling she had two years ago. When she was 15 years old, she peed her pants in middle school on the way home after she got detention. She never told anyone. She knows that there is no way that she can hold it for 40 minutes.
“What exactly does the loser have to do?“ Miku asked while a spurt escapes into her blue and white panties
“Let‘s see. The loser has to do the cleaning“ Yotsuba said.
Mikus face got red and she has to put her hands in her crotch.
“Is it going to be you?“ Nino teased
“Shut up! Look at Ichika. She is struggling too“
That‘s true. After the third glass, her bottle of sparkling wine was nearly empty and Ichika is a bit drunk. She doesn't have good control over her bladder now and really has to pee.
“So, the first loser will be Miku or Ichika, right…right?” Yotsuba said.
In this moment Itsuki is happy that she isn’t the first one to potentially wet herself but after her third drink her bladder is very full. Itsuki always tries to be a good sister for everyone. When the five girls come back from school she always waits until everyone used the bathroom before she does which led to some close calls in the past but she probably has the most trained bladder of the girls. But if she can still hold it for at least 45 minutes? That's the question.
In the meantime Miku can‘t even enjoy the Anime on the TV because she has it the Worst. She is literally on the verge of pissing herself. She knows that she is about to lose. She can only hope that maybe Ichika fails to stand a chance against her bladder. Some spurts already went in her pink panties because she couldn’t stop it. Not noticeable on her skirt though.
“I really really need to pee…“ Miku whispered.
"Then just pee yourself“ Ichika said
"Yeah just pee and lose the game“ Nino agrees.
"No way. I’m not going to just pee myself on purpose“ Miku said but as soon as she said that she groans softly leaking visible amount of pee in her skirt. Her sisters all notice this immediately, turning their attention to Miku.
“Look look… Miku peed…she really peed herself“ Yotsuba yelled
Miku squirms, aware of everyone’s eyes on her as she clenches her fists on her skirt, and rubbing her thighs together, trying to do anything that she can to delay her accident.
"I‘m sorry Miku…“ Itsuki said worrying about her own bladder
Miku isn‘t able to stop the leaking. A thin stream running down her legs, but she can’t hold back anymore.
"Please no…“ Miku whines. The slow gush of pee, streaming down her legs and puddling on the floor while her green skirt turns darker. She hangs her head in shame.
"Don't worry about it“ Ichika said „I've already leaked into my underwear myself“
"Well...drunk girls always say the truth, right?" Miku points out and feeling a bit relieved she is not the only one.
"I'm sorry. I guess I lost this one. I admit my defeat" Miku sighs
"You will not be the last one" Yotsuba said
"How do you know it's not going to be you?" Nino replies "You are shaking your legs too"
"You noticed that?! But you didn't finish your drink yet. We all finished our third drink expect you" Yotsuba countered.
Nino feels like she's being attacked. She took her glass and Drinks the Rest of it in one gulp "See. No problem for me”.
"Then you can down your next drink in in one gulp too, right?
"Euh... Of course, I can" says the Tsundere "But I'm not going to do it because of you"
"Yeah, sure…" the other girls thought
The fourth round is about to start: 60 minutes in the contest.
"Ichika... You can't drink another glass... You are seriously about to get drunk" Itsuki worries
"Yeah, you are right... I can't hold in anymore anyway”
In this moment she pulls her hands back from her skirt as she starts to let a little leak out. She is surprised by just how excited she feels,
especially knowing that all of her sisters are watching her but there is not stopping this leak anymore until has turned into a full stream. A warm puddle is spreading on the ground where Ichika sits and her green skirt turns darker exactly like Mikus. This warm feeling also makes her kind of horny. She can't explain why. "I guess I came in fourth place" says Ichika when she finally stopped peeing herself.
The last 30 Minutes start and Itsuki is the first one drinking her next glass. She feels a spurt escape as she takes a sip, and then another after the next sip. This is definitely not looking good for her, and she can already feel how wet her white panties have become. But she managed to get her bladder under control.
The next one is Nino. She wants to show that she is not afraid of losing and drinks her Coke in one gulp. Though the idea of drinking an entire glass on her already full bladder seems a bad idea. She crosses her legs to avoid worse.
Yotsuba is the last one. Like Itsuki she drinks her Juice fairly slow. She is really shaking her legs right now. But at least she can’t come in last place anymore.
The room is filled with silence, only anime music from the TV plays in the background. Even the grumpy Nino is pretty silent at the moment but Miku breaks the ice.
"Is it okay to get a towel.... I'm sitting in my puddle for quite a while now"
The girls nodded as response.
After Miku got some towels and giving one to Ichika they both wipe the floor but stayed in their wet clothes. They probably didn’t want to strip and show their wet panties to the other sisters.
While Miku mops up her puddle, she sees that her sisters are obviously all struggling with their bladders “you still have around 25 minutes to go, are you sure we shouldn’t stop the contest? I would be fine with it” she points out. Surprisingly it is Itsuki who replies “I had the idea for the contest… now I want to bring it to an end without giving up”, “Itsuki is right… We won’t stop” Nino and Yotsuba agree. They obviously didn’t want to give up and the rules say that they need the approval of every participant to discontinue the rules.
The last 10 minutes of the fourth round were absolute hell.
Each girl is dealing with her own struggle, waiting for the last minutes until Ichikas commercial. There is nothing that they can do to pass the time really. Soon enough, it is no longer possible for to hold their pee it inconspicuous. Nino, Yotsuba und Itsuki doing clearly visible things to hold it better.
Although Itsuki has the best bladder of the girls but she is obviously struggling with its maximum capacity. Her bladder is absolutely full so that she must hold her hands into her crotch to not leak. Nino is crossing her legs hoping that no one realizes how much she actually has to pee. Also, Yotsuba is trembling her legs and already leaked a little bit in her childish panties.
It also comes close with Nino springing a quick leak but then immediately put a stop, before it can turn into anything else.
“The next round is about to start” Miku says.
“This is horrible... my bladder is so full...I can’t drink anymore“ Itsuki said
Though she has managed to fight much longer than she ordinarily would have been willing to, and though she has pushed her limits far past what she ever thought was possible, her ability to withstand the flood inside of her falters more and more, until her legs shaking beneath her, and a desperate cry escaping her lips as her bladder finally gives in... “I can’t… hold it anymore! Please... oh no...” Itsuki groans, the other girls watching her, not yet realizing that it is already happening. With all of her layers, it takes a bit for it to finally come through, but then, it manages to soak past her white panties and her skirt forming a dark patch on it that becomes visible. She still holds her hands in her crotch also peeing trough her hands. Her puddle is clearly the largest of the girls and almost hitting Nino who sits next to her.
"Hey, can you stop now?!" Nino yelled and stood up to evade Itsuki’s pee stream, releasing another spurt of pee in her purple panties.
But Itsuki’s bladder is still crying for relief... Her skirt is already so wet. Without trying to hold anymore, Itsuki groans as she led out all of her bladder’s content.
"Wow... So much pee...” Miku astonished
Itsuki cries when she finally stopped after one Minute of straight peeing
"Don't cry Itsuki... It's okay... You did your best…"
But she didn’t cry because she wet herself…
"It felt so good but it's so embarrassing…"
Itsuki definitely has the most wet skirt of them all. Her pee went from top to bottom and front to back. Miku gave Itsuki a towel to mop the entire floor.
“That will be a big laundry” Miku thoughts.
So it's the final battle Yotsuba and Nino.
Start of the last round: 80 minutes in the contest.
Yotsuba is the first to drink her juice. Suddenly, she felt a strong wave, and pressure began building up direcly from her bladder. She practically exploded - a hot, wet stream of urine poured down her legs. She drops her hands, managing to keep her skirt out of the way so that it does not get wet, her legs still getting soaked before she straightens her stance, spreading them so that she can piss straight down on the ground. The stream continued to flow onto the floor, spreading out into a large puddle beneath her.
“So close…” Yotsuba cries
“You did really good in this game, but you can't win against me” Nino splurges
But Nino still does have to drink her Coke. Once she finished, she placed the empty glass down and smiled. She was reaching her limits but is only a few minutes away from using the toilet. She did, feel another hot spurt of pee leak out into her panties. She can feel how wet her panties have become but luckily its not visible from the outside. Turning from purple to dark purple.
She looks at the TV waiting for Ichika’s commercial to finally air. 15 minutes passed and its now 10:20 pm with Nino giving everything in her might to not pee herself.
"When does it finally comes? It’s five minutes late“ Nino asked impatiently having to hold her hands in her crotch.
“It must come every second” Ichika answered…
In this moment Ichika got a message from her manager. The commercial is delayed and will be postponed to tomorrow afternoon
“WHAAAT?!“ Nino reacted upset
In this moment she stood up and doubled over, moaning in desperation as she hopped from foot to foot. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, and froze in place. Soon a dark spot spread out across Nino’s skirt and started streaming down her legs. It began to splatter as her stream hitting the floor.
When Nino finally finished, she looked down at her puddle while her cheeks became red... “Screw this! I would have made it to the toilet of course if your commercial aired properly“
She closed her eyes and looked away from the girls...
“...now get me a towel... and a towel for Yotsuba too. She is still crying and sitting in her own puddle...”
...
“...And by the way… I still won!“
THE END
Placements:
1. Nino (winner)
2. Yotsuba
3. Itsuki
4. Ichika
5. Miku (loser)
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Afterword:
Hello again, I hope you enjoyed this story of the 5 Quintuplets making a pee holding contest.
A friendly reminder Please take a look at the rules 1, 3 and 5 again
1. No one is allowed to go to the toilet.
3. After the commercial every girl is allowed to go to the toilet again
5. A rule can be only be overridden if everyone votes for it
Do you want a continuation of the contest since Ichika’s commercial is delayed for another day and according to the rule 5 “A rule can be only be overridden if everyone votes for it” the girls technically aren’t allowed to go to the toilet yet.
Edited August 9, 2022 by Omotaku
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Eva Hausmann, 49, is a mother of three boys, the eldest son being 24, the youngest 16 and an architect by profession. Her eldest son had been living in New York City for a few months while interning with the United Nations. Eva had never been to New York and as she hadn't seen her eldest boy in a while, it was time for her to go and visit. As her husband had to stay back in Germany for work, Eva Hausmann flew across the pond on her own and arrived at New York's JFK airport on a Friday around noon. Unfortunately, it turned out that her suitcase had not made across the Atlantic with her, which might be due to the fact that she had to change planes at a chaotic London Heathrow Airport. She was not happy, but there was nothing she could change and the flight carrier promised to deliver her suitcase tomorrow evening by the latest. When her Uber finally stopped in front of her son's East Village flat her mood lightened up as she was happily greeted by her son. She wanted to book a hotel initially, but her son assured her that she could stay at his flat as his two male flatmates were also okay with her staying for the week. She did not mind saving the money for the hotel and did not need more than a sofa to sleep on.
In the evening the two flatmates came back from work and they all decided to cook some Mac'n'Cheese and make some salad together. Eva was not the only woman though as Chris' (one of the flatmates) girlfriend also came by. Everybody was interested to meet Mark's mum and Eva enjoyed the company although she could not converse as much as she wanted to since she was not as fluent in English as everybody else. The only thing that was bothering her was her stomach. She would never admit it to anybody, but flights (especially long-haul) usually led to her having some digestive issues, mostly flatulence. This time was no different as her stomach had been rumbling and gurgling a little all day already. Eva contemplated about not eating any of the greasy Mac'n'Cheese, but then decided that it probably would not make much of a difference anyway. However, as soon as they had finished eating, her stomach felt really full and bloated. She felt like she needed to let out some hot and stinky air somewhere, but of course she could not do that in front of her son and his friends, especially not in their tiny East Village living room. Further, even the bathroom was a "little problem" as led directly from the living room and was only separated by a very thin door with a gap of a few centimetres below. When one of the flatmates went to the toilet, and later also the girlfriend, Eva could hear everything that happened behind the bathroom door, from the pee stream, tearing off some toilet paper to the flush and them washing their hands. The 49-year-old really felt like she had to fart bad, but decided that she could not let out any farts behind this thin bathroom door in order not to embarass herself or even her son in front of his friends.
Her son then decided to still show her the beauty of New York City by night and she should decide where she wanted to go. Eva chose the Brooklyn Bridge as this construction had always fascinated her as an architect. When they got up and cleared the table, the German mum really felt her bloated stomach bothering her as she was wearing some rather tight blue jeans without having the option to change into something else due to her suitcase missing. Her son plus Jeff (the other flatmate) wanted to come along to the Brooklyn Bridge while Chris and his girlfriend decided to stay in and go to bed early. Eva Hausmann also felt the need to pee, so she had no choice but to use the bathroom before they left. Of course, right at this moment, everybody was kind of gathering in front of the bathroom door talking and cleaning up the kitchen.
The german woman was certain that she would not be able to pee without accidentally letting out a massive fart that might be heard even two houses down the road considering how bloated her stomach felt. She therefore had to find a way to let it happen as quietly as possible. She thought about spreading her ass cheeks with her hand through her jeans, but feared that some pee might escape when she tried to fart and that she would then pee her pants a little. Spreading her ass cheeks with her hand on the toilet would still bear the risk of a loud, maybe very loud fart escaping her behind. Weighing her options, Eve decided to pull down her jeans and panties, tear off some toilet paper and as soon as she sat on the toilet, she pressed a wad of toilet paper right against her butthole in order not to make a sound. She then started peeing and her tactic worked until some larger puff of air escaped her behind with a sound that could certainly be heard on the other side of the door if somebody was listening like she did earlier. She prayed, however, that everybody was busy with some other things and did not hear her. When she was finished, they left and made their way to the subway station to get to the Brooklyn Bridge. Eva's stomach still felt quite bloated, but luckily she could stealthily let out some quiet puffs of air as soon as they were outside. At least this helped a little and made her feel less full.
The three of them then walked across the Brooklyn Bridge from the Manhattan side and as soon as Eva saw the famous bridge and the lit up skyline of New York City she was mesmerized and forgot about her stomach troubles for a few minutes. As it was a Friday evening in summer it was still really crowded on the bridge with lots of tourists just like the German. It was also still quite hot and Eva started sweating in her tight jeans and regretted not bringing any other clothes in her hand luggage. They took their time and took lots of photos as soon as other tourists allowed a good view. Not only on the bridge, but all the way to DUMBO where they sat down with many other tourists to admire the skyline of Manhattan.
Just when they started their way back towards the bridge, Eva got reminded of her stomach again. However, it was not only her stomach being bloated, but she rather suddenly got the urgent feeling that she had to let out some more than hot air. As she had to get up unusually early to catch her flight from Munich to London and then on to JFK she did not poop in the morning like she usually does and also did not repeat it at the airport or certainly not on the plane. This means that she had not pooped in about two days which was not completely out of the ordinary, but the urge was not a surprise to her either. Thinking of the thin door at her son's flat she knew she would either have to find a place somewhere in public or even hold it until the next day. The urge to poop first subsided, but then it came back even stronger and even if she tried hard, Eva could not ignore it anymore. It happened right before walking on to the Bridge again and Eva thought that it might actually be a good idea to find a toilet before they were on the bridge. She then told the boys that she could "kinda do with a restroom somewhere" which led to some empty faces. Neither her son nor Jeff really knew where the closest public restrooms where. Jeff then remembered that there must be a bathroom close to a supermarket and restaurant right where they had walked. But that would mean that they would have to walk back for about 10 minutes and then walk all the way to the bridge again. Eva did not give the impression that she needed a toilet quickly and said "never mind, I can also wait until we are home", while Mark said that there should be public toilets somewhere on the Manhattan side of the bridge. Eva quietly hoped that the urge would subside again, but it did not really. Combined with her still bloated stomach she felt rather uncomfortable now. As they had seen the bridge already, they did not stop as much as before, but could also not walk that fast due to it still being rather crowded. Just when they were about halfway across the bridge, a rather strong cramp hit Eva and it took her a few seconds to act casual again. She now knew that she desperately needed to let out quite some amount of gas in order to relieve the pressure. However, she had to wait for the right moment.
And the right moment in her opinion came when the two boys started laughing and walked towards a young man strolling across the bridge with his girlfriend. It turned out to be a good friend that they hadn't seen in quite some time and to whom they said hi. Eva, however, felt tired, sweaty and uncomfortable and was not in the mood to meet new people. She therefore stepped away from them a little to a spot where no other tourists were and pretended to look at the skyline. In reality though she concentrated hard on the right moment for some truck or police car to pass underneath so that it would be loud enough for her to fart freely. When she thought that it was loud enough, she pressed hard to let out as much as uncomfortable gas in her intestines as possible to relieve the pressure. However, before the female architect could feel any relief, she suddenly felt some hot and wet sensation around her butt and while she was still trying to press some gas out, she immediately knew that this was a very big mistake...although she did not want to believe it and was in shock for a few seconds. But there was no denying the fact that Eva Hausmann had just totally sharted her pants right on the Brooklyn Bridge in the center of New York City at the mature age of 49.... |
Tatiana- The bladder examination part2
We were having lunch in the sauna, my salad is really tasty,Tatiana said. My bouncer was also very tasty, I said. I want to show you something Tatiana and took the book with the drawings of the project from my bag. Tatiana, who was not wearing anything, asked for an explanation of what she saw. I'll tell you Tatiana, I said. I made drawings of the “Swimming Paradise” on the computer with a special program. Everything in the style of Monica's restaurant. They were nice animations that have the right dimensions. Oh, nice Tatiana said, I also see a jumping tower. Yes, I said, I want as many water sports as possible in the Swimming Paradise. What kind of a big aquarium is that Rob. That's a pool for mermaids to perform in. The intention is to make a terrace around it so that guests can watch a mermaid show. Synchronized swimming competitions can also be held. The public can then not only see what happens above water, but also underwater. You don't see that very often, Tatiana said. And what kind of building is this?
In this building it is possible to learn cave and wreck diving. There will be instructors. A big advantage is that you can learn to dive wreck and cave without the dangers you encounter in the open water. You've thought it all out nicely, Rob. But that project costs a lot of money.
Yes that's true, I said. That is why I also have to look for local investors. I think about 10 million euros is needed to complete the project, I replied. Meanwhile, Tatiana was shuffling her naked body in her chair. I spoke further, I might be able to look for national or European investors for the aquarium where the synchronized swimming competitions are also held. But I still have to find most of the money locally and regionally. But I don't speak or read Croatian. When I receive an email, I have google translate translate it. Superficially I know what it says, but when the project gets more serious, I want to know exactly what it says. I need an interpreter for that, but for the negotiations I also need someone I trust. Most of it will be in English, right? That's true, but there are plenty of local parties that speak poor English. The local language is also often spoken in the workplace.
So basically I'm looking for someone I trust, who speaks Croatian, is financially savvy and feels involved in the project. It's going to be a long search, Tatiana said, rubbing her hand over her bladder. Rob I really need to pee now. I see that but knowing you you can hold it in for a while. Would you like something to drink? It's nice of you to ask, I'd like a tea. I called the waitress and asked for a tea and a coffee. I continued with my story. Actually, I was thinking of you Tatiana, our outlook on life fits well together and we get along well. Yes, Tatiana said, I think we should actually get married. Yes yes, and then have sex with the neighbor, I joked. Well I'd like to have sex with your neighbor too, said Tatiana, who had been teased by her full bladder.
But it seems to me to be a very nice challenge to do something with the Croatian language. In fact, it is much more than that. But what am I going to do with my barber shop and then do I have to move. I do have a lot of questions to think about. But I'm excited about the idea. You still have a few months to think about it. I may call on you a few times, I said. That's no problem Rob, you know that.
Shall we go for another round in the sauna or do you want to go home already? I doubt myself because my bladder is so full, Tatiana replied. Still, I'd like it if you hold up your morning pee for me, I said cautiously. No, no and no more, she answered definitively. My bladder fills up so quickly in the morning that it's really torture for me, you saw that last time.
By the way, next week you can go to the hospital again, then you can experience once again how unfriendly it makes me. It really hurts Rob and I am ashamed to have an accident as a 30 year old woman. I went into it carefully. I understand that you feel uncomfortable with a full bladder among all kinds of strange people. Then you lie there with your femininity open on a bed and a stranger rubs your bladder. You're afraid your sphincter muscles will give out and you piss under anything a stranger is around. Yes said, Tatiana I'm glad you understand. I don't care at that point if the doctor is a man or a woman, it's a strange person looking inside my pussy and torturing my bladder. No Rob, just thinking about it makes me nervous for next week.
But I'm not a strange person to you anyway. Tell me, for I have not yet seen or touched your body. I think we've done everything together except for the fucking. That we don't fuck is because you're a lesbian and I'm straight. The fact that we haven't done it yet shows that we have a lot of trust and respect for each other. I could have done anything with you long ago. You put your life in my hands a few times during our underwater parties. You really want it, don't you, Rob, you make such a big plea. Speaking of big, I see "little Rob" growing too. Bitch, I said smiling and yes I definitely want to because I like to see you really uncomfortable for once. If you fill your bladder after you pee in the morning, you will enjoy it yourself. To a certain extent it is Rob, but afterwards I also feel uncomfortable but in a different way than when I am not allowed to pee in the morning.
But you don't mind if I'm in a lot of pain, she said. Yes, that's difficult, I replied. I find it exciting when you feel uncomfortable when you need to pee but I can't help your pain.
Yes yes, you know how to tell it all well Rob. Okay I want to do it for you once, you should know that I do it one hundred percent for you because I don't enjoy it at all myself.
Pff, women I thought, what can they whine. I let her talk and listen no further. Rob can I have a drink and then we can go home. I feel my bladder huge in my stomach because it is really full. Good idea, I said and put the photo book back in my bag. Shall we go to the relaxation room, I asked. We lay next to each other on the recliner and the background music made us a little sleepy. I saw Tatiana's breasts rise and fall calmly and my gaze drifted down. She had a big bump just below her belly button. Her bladder is quite full, I thought. What a beautiful body she has and I would love to fuck her once. You can fantasize, but now I'd like to go home Rob, Tatiana said. It seemed like she could read my mind.
We walked to the showers and rinsed off. The clattering water did its job as Tatiana was fighting to pinch herself. I really need to pee Rob. We got dressed and walked to the car. The road was very bumpy and Tatiana had pain after pain in her bladder. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. When we got home she quickly undressed. I could see from her face that she was having a hard time but she was enjoying it. We walked to the bedroom and I threw her on the bed. I started fingering and kissing her and within minutes Tatiana tensed all her muscles and had her first orgasm. I went ahead and started squeezing her breasts firmly as well. She didn't like this but she let me go and I came too. What a pity I can't fuck you, I said. You have enough friends who like to do it with you. That is true but what is not allowed is what I prefer. She started kissing me deeply again. We lay panting next to each other. We got up and after washing myself I went home.
It was around 8:00 AM when Tatiana woke up. She felt her bladder fill up quickly from the water she had drunk the previous day. She always drinks a lot of water to keep her body clean. Her body was her most important possession and she takes care of it. She sports a lot and always takes good care of herself. Today is the day her bladder and pussy are checked. She does it voluntarily because she wants to know if her bladder is still healthy. It costs a lot of money, but she is happy to pay for it. She doesn't like that she has to skip her morning pee.
She felt her bladder fill up. In half an hour Rob will come and then he will go to the hospital. She had to hurry and quickly got into the shower and washed. When she rubbed the washcloth over her bladder she had to stop quickly because she almost pressed her pee out. She quickly put her legs together and squeezed hard. Her bladder settled down but Tatiana had been warned.
After drying herself, she put on her underwear. The panties and bra were the same color and made of quality fabric. She stood in front of the mirror and tucked her breasts into her bra. That looks fine she thought to herself, too bad my bladder is so swollen because otherwise I would see my muscular belly better. She put on her leggings and her white T-shirt. The leggings accentuated her ass and legs but were not too tight on her full bladder. She really hated skipping her morning pee. Because her bladder filled so quickly, she couldn't get used to the enormous pressure that was created. She would like to go to the toilet now, but she still had to wait. It started to hurt and Tatiana knew what to expect. Her full bladder that is normally her friend is now her enemy.
Ding dong, rang the doorbell and Tatiana hurried to the door. We have to go Rob because I really need to pee. Good morning too, I replied and gave her a kiss. We got in the car and drove off. It was busy because everyone went to work. Rob can't drive you through because I have to empty my bladder.
You know what it is with you Tatiana, you're all raising yourself to get your way. There is no woman who can tolerate a full bladder so badly. A woman can hardly bear it because she has to do something against her will. Oh, so I'm sitting here trying to fix it, she said briskly. Actually yes, I replied, it's in the woman's genes. Always wanting to get their way and when that doesn't work they get frustrated. You're crazy Rob, if you had as much in your bladder as I do now you'd be crying in pain. I won't deny that, but the fact remains that you are more frustrated with having to do something against your will than with the pain. Look how little girls do that with their daddy. They want to have something and start playing their father with their eyes. If that doesn't work, the world is too small. If it does work, then the father will have a problem for the rest of his life. Rob, you talk bullshit you know that? Do you really think I was playing my father with my eyes to get my way?
I took the exit and pulled into the driveway of the hospital. We're here, I said. Will I get an answer now, she asked irritated. I looked at her, she was sitting tight in the chair with her legs tight together. Both her hands pressed hard against her pee hole to keep everything in. Her nipples were poking through her T-shirt and I could see her grim face as she was fighting hard not to lose her morning pee.
I decided to add some more fuel to the fire. I don't think so, Tatiana, I'm sure. Every woman has done that as a little girl and often they got their way. That's not bad or good it's just nature. You really are an asshole Rob, I sit here with all my strength squeezing my bladder and in pain like a carpenter hitting his thumb. And you casually say that I'm posing because I used to give my father a nice look. GGrr, what a huge asshole you are sometimes. She was angry, very angry I had rarely seen her so angry. Inwardly I was laughing and could hardly hide it, but I felt sorry for her. It was inevitable that she felt her bladder strongly and that she felt very unhappy. The thought that a strange person will soon look into her femininity and at the same time torture her bladder made her very insecure.
We entered the waiting room where several women were sitting with their legs firmly crossed, waiting for their examination. For me this is Valhalla, I said to Tatiana. She looked at me savagely how angry she was. But most of all she was frustrated with the pain in her bladder because she is so full. And then someone else is going to press it, too, while I'm laying on that bed with my legs apart. If that goes wrong, there's a jet coming out of my pussy that the fire brigade is jealous of. She had to laugh a little through her anger. Her name was called and she bent over into the locker room. Oh, she's mad at Rob. But she could forgive him because he is a man and they are sometimes so rude. There was also a little voice in her head that said, is he perhaps a little right? She pushed that little voice away and looked at her bladder. It stuck out huge and her pussy ached from squeezing.
The doctor knocked on the door as a sign that she could proceed further. It was a woman, she introduced herself and the doctor asked Tatiana if her bladder is full. Tatiana was shocked by what she felt, she was extremely sexually attracted to this woman. Yes, doctor my bladder is completely full and would like to be emptied. She felt a flush of color in her face. Then I'll hurry, said the doctor kindly. Just lie on the bed and put your legs in the purses. Tatiana lay down on the bed and put her legs in the stirrups as the doctor had asked. She felt uneasy and calm at the same time as the doctor looked into her pussy. The doctor gently rubbed her pee hole and reflexively Tatiana squeezed her sphincters even harder than she already did. The doctor saw Tatiana's swollen clitoris but said nothing about it. Tatiana knew her clitoris was swollen and it made her feel shy.
Sit down on the chair and you can pee on my signal, the doctor said. Tatiana sat down and at the doctor's signal she immediately started to urinate. The flow meter was almost at maximum and 1725cc came out of her bladder. Do you often have that much pee in your bladder Tatiana, the doctor asked. Tatiana colored, she couldn't say that normally a full bladder makes her horny. Ehh only in the morning when I wake up, my bladder fills very quickly from the much water I drank the day before. But there was 1725 cc in your bladder, the doctor said. This does not happen automatically and requires training. I am a hairdresser, Tatiana said, and I work alone in the shop and sometimes I have to wait longer so as not to leave the customers alone in the shop.
The doctor gave Tatiana a piece of paper to dry off her pussy and asked her to sit back on the bed. She went over Tatiana's bladder again with the device, who didn't mind a lot this time.
The doctor took another look inside Tatiana's pussy and touched Tatiana's swollen clitoris with her finger. She reacted immediately and her nipples became rock hard. The doctor also noticed that Tatiana's strong abdominal muscles tightened. She rubbed Tatiana's swollen clitoris one more time. And Tatiana started to turn her buttocks. The doctor stopped and made Tatiana stand up.
Everything is working fine, the doctor said with a laugh, examining the printout the scanner had made. You didn't leave a drop in your bladder and the flow meter was almost at maximum when you urinated. The capacity of your bladder is 1725cc and your sexual points are responding well. You are a healthy strong woman who takes good care of her body Tatiana, the doctor said. But be careful not to overfill your bladder too often because that is unhealthy.
Relieved, Tatiana walked to the locker room and got dressed. And has everything gone well, I asked her when she came walking towards me, I am as healthy as a fish, she said relieved. That's good to hear, I said. I'm really busy with the new project today so if you don't mind I'll take you right home and drive on. That's good, Tatiana said, because I have to work in the shop again this afternoon. I drove to her house after she got out, I drove on. It was a beautiful experience but I had never seen Tatiana so angry. Smiling I looked in the rear view mirror, life is beautiful but you have to make something of it, I thought and drove on to my house. |
Another Three Houses fanfic cause I can't help myself. Enjoy!
Part 1: The Fishing Pond
Annette Dominic set down her mug of tea and smiled. The latest chapter of her reason textbook had been tough, but she’d been able to conquer it with help from Mercedes and Constance. Ice magic was never quite her specialty, but Constance was an expert and huge help to herself and Mercedes.
“We all did great today,” Annette said.
“We sure did. Learning was almost as nice as that tea Constance made,” Mercedes said.
“Thank you, Mercedes. This is a specialty chai that was quite popular with House Nuvelle back during its heyday. Looks like there’s a little bit left in the pot if we want to finish it off,” Constance said.
Both girls took her up on the offer. Conversation was going well until Annette glanced up at the clock. “Oh no! It’s almost four o’clock! I’m gonna be late for greenhouse duty! Gotta run!”
“Sorry for holding you up!” Constance said.
“No, no, it’s fine. I was a day off on my mental schedule and thought I had more time. This chai was great Constance!” Annette said. Not wanting her cup to go to waste, she chugged it before dashing off down the hall.
As Annette ran, she became acutely aware of her rapidly filling bladder. Constance’s tea was amazing leading to a second, then third mug before she downed the last bit on her way out the door. She passed by the bathrooms closest to the library, but there was no time for that. She was almost late and her urge could wait until she got to the greenhouse.
She flew around the corner and into the stairwell where she crashed into Ignatz. The quiet boy was carrying a stack of books and they all went flying. Annette apologized profusely. Even though Ignatz told her it was no big deal, she felt bad and helped pick up the books. She found the furthest book about six steps down. She bent down to grab it and her bladder violently protested with a leak of pee. She handed the book back and took off again before the spectacled boy could even finish thanking her.
At long last she reached the greenhouse. It was a large building full of plants, fertilizer, and most importantly, a bathroom. She made her way inside and was thankful to be alone. She’d leaked a few more times on the way and could barely wait a moment longer. She headed to her beloved alcove in the back corner and opened the door.
It wasn’t a bathroom. Annette groaned as it occurred to her that she’d never actually used the bathroom in the greenhouse and had just assumed that was what the small room in the back was for. Instead, she had found a boring closet of extra gardening supplies. A stray thought told her to go in a flowerpot, but she suppressed it. That was improper. What if another student, or worse, a professor walked in?
Bladder bursting, Annette shut the door and picked up the watering can. The running water did her predicament no favors, but the lack of a nearby bathroom meant she might as well finish her task first.
“Water. Water. Pour. Pour. Drip drip drip,” Annette muttered. “Screw it. If I can’t take my mind off it, I might as well make a song up.” Relieved to be alone in the greenhouse, she started to sing.
“I’m watering the flowers when I probably shouldn’t be,
Cause I'm full of chai and I really have to pee!
But the bathroom is faraway,
So the greenhouse is where I’ll stay.
And if I don’t do this stupid song and dance,
Annette Dominic will wet her pants!”
Annette continued to bounce up and down as she approached the final row of plants. The first one was an unfamiliar flower that Petra had brought from Brigid so she had to consult the guidebook. She scanned the page and grimaced as she found two species of lily that looked very similar to the one in the greenhouse.
“That one takes eight ounces of water, but the other only needs four. I could just do six, but I can’t overwater or underwater it cause…”
Annette grimaced. The longest spurt yet made its way down Annette’s leg making her drop the watering can. She looked down and saw a noticeable wet patch. Based on an equally embarrassing experience from a final exam at the Kingdom’s School of Sorcery, she had a maximum of thirty minutes until she completely lost control. She frantically ran and refilled the watering can before giving the plant six ounces and moving on. She got back in a groove, repeated the first verse of her song and decided to add a second while she finished up.
“Drip drip, drop drop,
will I make my bladder pop?
I hope I can contain the load,
Or else my bladder will explode.
So I’ll do this stupid song and dance,
Or Annette Dominic will wet her pants!”
“You know, if you need to go the bathroom, you can just leave and come back.”
Annette screamed as two more leaks broke free. She whirled around to see Felix standing at the entrance. The black haired boy was clearly amused by her antics. “What is wrong with you Felix?” she asked.
Felix shrugged. “I was just making an observation. Nice sense of rhythm if that was song was done on the fly.”
“How long have you been there?” Annette demanded. “Better yet, why are you here?”
“A minute maybe? I was coming to check on some flowers I planted. That’s how greenhouses work.”
Annette felt the color drain from her face. “Oh no you witnessed that entire spectacle! This so embarrassing. The song, the dance, and… other things.” She grimaced as another leak escaped and she turned to the next flower.
“Annette, give me the watering can and go pee. Or finish peeing rather,” Felix said glancing at her pants.
Realizing he had a point, Annette shoved the watering can in his hand took off sprinting. “You’re evil Felix!” she screamed.
She bolted out of the greenhouse and ran past the fishing pond. She didn’t get far though. She winced in pain as she tripped over a barrel and landed on her butt. The shock of the impact sent another leak out of her bladder, and this one didn’t appear to show any signs of stopping.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Annette shouted. She regained control momentarily, but it didn’t hold. A golden river flooded her pants in full force as she sat crimson faced in a giant puddle at the side of the pond. To make matters worse, Felix came out of the greenhouse after hearing the crash.
“Don’t freak out and cry. Don’t freak out and cry,” Felix muttered.
Annette freaked out and cried. “I’m such bumbling klutz! You’re going to tell everyone and it’s it’ll be over for me! I’ll be the laughingstock of the academy for months! And then the professor will make me wear diapers or something equally embarrassing and… This is a disaster!”
“Anette!” Felix snapped.
The sound of footsteps coming around the corner snapped Annette out of her nonsensical rambling. She got to her feet and looked around. “Someone’s coming. What am I supposed to do?”
Felix shoved Annette into the pond.
Annette flailed her arms as she tumbled backwards and landed with a splash. She spit out water and pulled algae out of her hair as she saw Sylvain and Ingrid approaching.
Felix looked at her and smirked. “Careful Annette. It’s slippery over here.”
“Felix Hugo Fraldarius! What is wrong with you?” Ingrid demanded. “I can handle you being a jerk to me and Sylvain, but Annette? You just shoved her into the pond for no reason!”
Annette turned to Felix. “Here it comes. He’s going to rat me out.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. She clearly just slipped and lost her footing,” Felix said.
“Totally,” Sylvain muttered.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” Ingrid said as she gave Annette a hand.
“Need me to get some dry clothes from your dresser Annette?” Sylvain asked. “I’m an expert at getting into girls drawers after all.”
Ingrid rolled her eyes. “That was bad even for you. I’ll go grab a towel and some dry clothes while you go tell Professor Byleth.”
“I’m on it,” Sylvain said following her away from the fishing pond.
Annette turned to Felix after Ingrid and Sylvain left. “By shoving me in the pond, they didn’t notice I wet myself. I’d have felt so embarrassed in front of Ingrid who’s so well put together, and then Sylvain would tease me. That was weirdly nice of you, Felix.”
Felix filled up a nearby bucket, splashed it on Annette's pee puddle and shrugged. “I have my moments.”
Annette’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. Once Sylvain tells professor Byleth, you’ll use this story to get out of detention. Then word will leak out and…”
“Your imagination is something else,” Felix muttered. “How about I take the detention, you stop worrying, and this remains our little secret.”
“That works too I suppose,” Annette said.
“Good. I’ll see you around,” Felix said before getting up and leaving.
Annette watched him go, still in a state of shock. “He’s a jerk to everyone, but in by far my most embarrassing moment, he helps me?”
It was strange. Very strange indeed. |
Part 2
The birds chirped outside of Garreg Mach Monastery as Annette jumped out of bed. It was a beautiful day outside and it was time to start the day off right. She headed downstairs to the kitchen and found it unused. Despite her outstanding grades and magic prowess, cooking was one skill that just seemed to elude her. There was only one way to improve it, and that was practice.
She started off with some eggs and bacon. It seemed easy enough to prepare and there was plenty of food, so perhaps she’d cook for the whole Blue Lion house if it tasted good. She began to fry up some bacon and let it sizzle before turned her focus to the eggs. As she beat the eggs, her mind wandered a bounced from idea to idea about her training and her new friends. Dimitri was incredibly nice and down to earth despite his status as the crown prince. Dedue was his loyal servant and gentle giant of sorts who knew quite a lot about plants. Sylvain was a loudmouth and womanizer, yet appeared to have a good heart deep down. Ashe was super sweet. Then there was Felix…
The bacon began popping incredibly loudly. Annette frantically turned and saw it was black with grease almost bubbling over the side of the pan. She raced to get a jar, but was too slow. Smoke billowed up and the grease caught fire! The smoke drifted out of the kitchen prompting someone to scream “fire!”
Students, monks, and knights all raced out while Annette frantically tried to extinguish the flames. Hot grease spilled onto the stove and the fire spread as Annette filled up a jar as fast as she could.
“No, no, no!” Annette said as the eggs began to smoke as well. She dumped water on some of the flames, but it wasn’t enough. She began refilling again when…
“Annette!”
Annette jumped as she saw Byleth and Seteth racing over. Seteth had a mop bucket in tow and splashed it all over the burning stove. Smoke blew everywhere as the three of them coughed.
“I’m so sorry!” Annete exclaimed. “I was just trying to cook a nice breakfast for everyone and then this happened and…”
Byleth sighed. She clearly wasn’t mad, just disappointed. “Annette, we’ve talked about this. I mean this as nicely as possible, but your cooking habits are disastrous.”
“The fact this is a repeat offense makes it all the more worrisome. I don’t doubt your intentions, but you clearly are not ready to handle the responsibility of cooking unsupervised. If that fire had gotten out of control, there could’ve been serious danger. For that, I’m afraid you must face the consequences,” Seteth said.
“Wait, what kind of consequences?” Annette asked.
Seteth turned to Byleth. The professor looked reluctant, but spoke. “You’ve got detention for tomorrow.”
Annette froze. “Me? But… that’s not who I am! I was going to study, then clean, then study some more, then tutor Ashe, then train with Mercedes! Is there anything I can do instead?”
Annette saw Byleth cast a hopeful glance towards Seteth, but the green haired man continued to glower. “Absolutely not. Those who are not punished will continue to make the same mistakes again. I’m afraid you’ll have to rearrange your schedule Ms. Dominic.”
“I understand,” Annette sighed.
“Then I’m off to let everyone else back inside,” Seteth said.
“I’m sorry,” Byleth said once he was gone. “I did want to do that, but with Seteth right there I didn’t have a choice.”
“This is such a bad look though,” Annette said. “I’m supposed to be setting the example, not having detention like some good for nothing troublemaker.”
“Annette. Nearly half of the academy has already had detention at some point,” Byleth said. “It’ll be okay.”
Annette nodded. “You’re probably right. I’m overreacting.”
The professor nodded. “You are.”
Annette watched her go and shook her head. Try as she might, her imagination continued to run wild with overreactions. The time at the fishing pond where she’d wet her pants was a perfect example. She’d been so convinced everyone would laugh at her, but Felix just shrugged it off.
“Wait. The fishing pond.”
If her timing was correct, she was about to be stuck with Felix again.
Annette awkwardly hung her head as she slipped into the classroom where detention was held. Hilda and Claude giggled in one corner while Caspar looked bored out of his mind and Lindhart slept. She took a seat in an unoccupied row and took out a book.
Felix walked in a few minutes later and gave her a funny look. “Ok, why are you here?”
“Detention. You know me- Annette Dominic the notorious troublemaker,” Annette said.
“In other words, you were the one who nearly blew up the kitchen,” Felix said.
“Yeah you got me. This won’t be bad will it?” she asked.
“Depends on the teacher. If it’s Maneula or Byleth they usually let us out early, but Hanneman will hold us the entire time. If we finish an hour early that’s an hour for him to ramble on about crestology,” Felix said.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.”
Annette whirled around. She hadn’t even noticed Shamir enter the room, the archer almost just seemed to appear at the front of the class.
“Oh Shamir. I didn’t realize you did detention too,” Claude said. “Mind if you let us out early?”
“I don’t. Hanneman is out sick so here I am. I’m getting paid to watch you dipshits for four hours, so you’d best believe it’ll last four hours,” Shamir said. She walked behind the desk and grabbed a stack of worksheets nearly two feet tall. She divided it into six slightly less insane stacks and slammed them on the students’ desks.
“That’s like two weeks’ worth of worksheets!” Caspar protested.
“Then better get started quickly,” Shamir shrugged.
As she walked away, Caspar turned to the other students mouth agape. “She’s hardcore! I don’t think anyone would want to get punished by her.”
“Sylvain maybe,” Lindhart shrugged.
For some reason, Claude, Hilda, and Felix all burst out laughing at that comment. Annette turned to Felix once the black haired boy regained his composure. “I don’t get it. Wouldn’t she just be super mean to him and boss him around?”
Claude snickered and Felix glared at him. “Don’t you dare tell her.”
Shamir sighed. “Before we start, it looks you broken condoms need to burn some energy. Twenty push ups. Now!”
“But I’m a dainty little flower!” Hilda complained.
“Correct. Thirty pushups,” Shamir said.
Everyone completed the exercise. Annette's heart pounded and she needed a drink.
“Can we get some water?” Hilda asked once everyone was through.
“Fine,” Shamir said. She left the room and came back with a pitcher and stack of cups. Feeling thirsty, Annette downed her first cup quickly. She poured herself a second one and got to work. The pile of worksheets was a nonsensical arrangement of word problems and essay questions on fencing, jousting, brawling, magic, horseback riding, and even a few on heavy armor. It was truly a mix of everything Annette and learned and she welcomed the challenge. She finished page after page, getting into a rhythm and even humming as she worked.
About an hour passed when Shamir walked by. “This isn’t punishment for you is it?”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” Annette said.
“You’ve finished nineteen pages. Caspar and Lindhart have each finished five,” Shamir said. “In fact, I don’t think anyone is even above ten. Except for maybe…” She grabbed Felix’s stack of finished worksheets. “Thirteen. Should’ve figured. You live and breathe on the training ground. Tactics problems aren’t punishment for you either.”
“Then what do you want me to do instead?” Annette asked. “I can sharpen some swords, or dust the library, or sweep the reception hall. Oh maybe even file papers for Seteth!”
Shamir froze. “You like to do schoolwork and you like to clean. How do I even punish you?”
“Honestly I’m not sure either,” Annette said.
There was a twinkle in Shamir’s eye when she suddenly got an idea. “Come with me. You’re going to an empty room to sit and do nothing.”
“By the Goddess no!” Annette gasped.
“Come with me,” Shamir demanded. “You too Felix.”
Annette trembled as he walked through the halls of Garreg Mach. Shamir led them to a spare room that was empty except for a wooden table and two chairs. Annette made the mistake of idly drumming on the table and Shamir took that away. She returned a few minutes later with a book and parchment.
“Annette, have fun doing nothing. Felix, I’m giving you a book report on the merits and values of chivalry. Ingrid said you’d really enjoy it,” Shamir said. She left the room and there was a scrape outside as Shamir moved the table out of the way.
“Well that took a turn,” Annette sighed.
“No kidding,” Felix muttered. He leafed through his book and tossed it against the wall. “How do Ingrid and Ashe read all this nonsense?”
Annette knew better than to argue with him. “Guess it’s time for you to read and me to do three hours of nothing.”
Annette sat slumped in her chair staring off into space. What was supposed to be a day of worksheets had turned into a torture session! She tried to focus on something productive when she felt a nagging sensation.
“I have to pee”. She noted that fact but continued to tried to think about anything meaningful. She came up short and could only focus on her filling bladder. She had filled up a third cup of water before leaving the initial classroom and had downed most of it without thinking. Soon she began to tap her foot softly on the floor.
Felix turned to her. “Have to pee already?”
Annette scoffed. For some reason, the word “already” felt super demoralizing. “Um, no.”
“Oh okay. I guess you just guzzled three glasses of water like a camel and are tapping your foot and shifting around an hour later for an unrelated reason,” Felix smirked.
“Busted,” Annette sighed. “This is so embarrassing. It hasn’t even been a week since the greenhouse incident.”
“Well, there’s no reason history has to repeat itself,” Felix said. “Door is right there.”
Annette got up and pushed on the door. It didn’t budge. “That doesn’t even make sense! How can we be locked in from the inside?”
Felix got up and tried. The black haired boy eyed the lock closely and realized the problem. “The door hinge is on the outside and she shoved the table right in front of the door.”
“No! No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” Annette shouted. “We’re effectively locked in this room for at least two more hours. Where am I supposed to pee?”
“I can think of two options, and I don’t think you’ll like either one,” Felix said.
Annette wanted to argue, but realized he was right. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on anything else. It didn’t work. Her bladder screamed for relief and her mind replayed flashbacks of her accident at the fishing pond. Her legs started to shake as she held on for dear life. Then the first leak sprang and she began to panic. “Oh no! It’s happening!”
Felix turned to her. “Two options.”
Annette’s face flushed crimson. “I guess I’m going to go in the corner. Just… look away please.”
Felix turned and faced the door.
Trembling, Annette pulled down her pants and underwear. She closed her eyes and let go.
Nothing happened. She tried again, but her bladder muscles suddenly appeared to be reinforced with umbral steel. A third attempt continued to do no good. Even though Felix was true to his word and sat with his back turned, she couldn’t let out a single drop. “I can’t pee. Why is this happening now?”
“Shy bladder I guess,” Felix said.
“Wait that’s like a thing?” Annette asked. Realizing her attempt to go in the corner had failed, she pulled her pants up and walked back over.
“It is,” Felix said. “One time Ingrid, Sylvain, and I were out in the woods. Ingrid had to pee and we were miles from the nearest town. Sylvain and I looked away and she just couldn’t go anymore.”
“Well Sylvain is super perverted, so I can’t blame her. That’s Ingrid though. She’s so elegant and well put together that I’m sure she just held it the rest of the trip no problem,” Annette said.
Felix chuckled. “She was about to try again about an hour later. Then we stumbled across a bear and let’s just say her body made the choice for her.”
“She must’ve been mortified!” Annette exclaimed.
“Hardly. She laughed it off and we went swimming in a creek later that day. Nowadays if she has to go, Sylvain and I will say ‘Look! A bear!’ or something and we’ll laugh it off. It’s not a big deal.”
That talk of pee was having a predictable effect on Annette’s bladder. Another leak came, this one a few seconds longer than the first. “Felix, why are you telling me this? If it’s not a big deal, why’d you go through the trouble of shoving me into the pond and getting detention?”
“It was clearly a big deal to you. Do you remember all that rambling nonsense you spouted? I’m pretty sure you were even scared the professors would make you wear diapers or something.”
“That was pretty ridiculous in hindsight,” Annette said. She grimaced as another long leak escaped. “But… just between you and me, I think we're about to have a second little secret.” There was now a small pool of yellow tinted liquid on the floor. Another spurt broke free and there was a noticeable wet spot on her pants. She looked from her pants to Felix when suddenly her heart started to race. Felix started to walk away, but Annette stopped him.
“This is no big deal,” she said. She held out a trembling hand and Felix took it. A few seconds later, she lost all control. The umbral steel reinforcing her bladder cracked. She gasped as a torrent burst out and flowed down her legs. Rivulets zigzagged down her pants as the stain continued to grow for several minutes. The pressure on her bladder was releasing, but part of it still hurt a bit.
“Both feet apart,” Felix said.
Annette took his advice and spread her legs further pee continued to fall and she watched curiously as her position led to more running down her right pant leg than her left. She met eyes with Felix, who was watching too. It was a weirdly intimate moment. Annette’s eyes wandered to places improper to look and found a noticeable bulge. Whatever was going on, it seemed like he felt it too.
“That felt… good.” Annette thought.
Finally, the stream stopped. They kept their hands together for a few awkward seconds before pulling them away once they snapped back to reality. “See. It was no big deal,” Felix shrugged.
“Do you still promise not to judge me for this?” Annette asked.
“Of course not. Honestly this side of you is kinda cute,” Felix said.
Annette blushed, which in turn made Felix blush. “Cute?”
“You’re one of the most mature students there is. You’re smart, you work hard, you’re great at magic, and a bunch of other things. This is a nice contrast, I guess. Forget I said anything.”
There would be no forgetting that. The door to the room finally opened about an hour later. Byleth gasped in shock. “I finally got wind of what Shamir’s detention entailed and came as fast as I could,” she said. “Locking students in a room for several hours? I don’t think she’ll be allowed to host detention anymore.”
“That’s probably for the best,” Annette said.
Byleth looked down at her soaked pants and sighed again. “No bathroom in here either. What a mess.”
“It’s fine,” Annette said. “I’m just going to go get cleaned up and carry on with my day.”
Byleth left soon afterwards. Annette started to walk out, and then realized the crowd of students, monks, and knights she’d have to walk past. Seeming to read her mind, Felix handed her his coat. Annette thanked him and walked to her dorm as fast as possible. She grabbed a towel and fresh set of clothes before heading to the bathroom down the hall.
She opened the door and was thankful it was empty. Her bladder had filled up again and she started walking to the toilet. Then she turned around and headed to the bath tub. She thought back to her amazing feeling of relief from earlier and peed full force into her pants. The stains from her accident hadn’t totally dried and the second soaking created a fun overlay of patterns. As she sat in wet clothes, she thought about her upcoming schedule and a devious plan emerged.
She had an exam in two weeks and couldn’t wait to wet herself in front of Felix again. |
(Vivianne is wearing a light green, oversized hoodie. She has on shorts underneath it (can’t be seen) and fishnets with black boots)
Seth had invited his friends Elliot, Reese, Vivianne, Lily, and Cameron to a party at his house. Little did two people in the group know that the others had a trick up their sleeves…
Elliot and Vivianne had a crush on each other for a while now. Elliot had openly admitted it to Reese and Seth, while Lily managed to get it out of Vivianne. Vivianne was rather closed off and grumpy, but the others knew it was from insecurity. All of her jokes, no matter how harsh, she never meant, and they all knew that. Seth invited his friend group over, because he had a plan. They were all going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, but he was going to put a little twist on it… leaving them in the closet for a few hours seemed good for some bonding. Everyone was having a good time at the group gathering, when Seth presented his idea of the game. The others (except for Vivianne and Elliot) were all in on it. Long story short, Elliot and Vivianne were now in a closet.
Vivianne sighed. The seven minutes had been brutally awkward, seeing that neither of the two were doing any talking. Elliot was leaning against the wall, while Vivianne was checking a text on her phone. The seven minutes were up, but the door wouldn’t open. The two knew that it was locked from the outside, so they couldn’t get out until it was unlocked. After another minute of waiting, Vivianne slammed her fist on the door.
”Hey, Seth! Let us out dumbass! Seth!!” Vivianne shouted, but no reply came. It was like everyone had left…
It suddenly hit her. This whole thing was a fucking set up, and now she would be trapped with her crush in a tight space for who knew how long. Elliot looked down at her, being the taller of the two.
“Looks like we’ll be here a while…” He mumbled.
Vivianne simply nodded, and tried to distract herself with her phone. She kept feeling small twinges in her bladder, but nothing too bad. Elliot was on his phone as well, and the two just were playing random games and doing who knows what for a while. Vivianne suddenly felt a random but extremely uncomfortable wave of desperation hit her, causing her hand to shake a bit. The 18 year old had a large, moderate strength bladder, but didn’t realize she had to go that much. Vivianne didn’t want to sacrifice her pride, so she said nothing about her need, hoping that the closet would open soon. There were a couple water bottles in the closet, and Vivianne was getting thirsty. She debated drinking some water, but then mentally scolded herself. She would be fine, it’s only a bit of discomfort. She drank some water despite her filling bladder, and went back to playing on her phone. Elliot was looking around the closet a bit, and wasn’t sure whether to make conversation with her or leave it. Another thirty minutes passed, and Vivianne was incredibly uncomfortable. Her bladder was heavy, and not moving or grabbing her crotch was making it very, very hard to hold in. A horrible wave of desperation suddenly hit her again, and this time Vivianne dropped her phone and grabbed her crotch, her face flushed from embarrassment as she squirmed. Elliot looked up, and the surprise on his face turned into sympathy.
”Do you want me to tell Seth to let us out now?“ He asked.
Vivianne shook her head. “No, it’ll just make us trapped in here longer, and I do not need the rest of the group knowing about this. S-So keep your mouth shut about it.”
Elliot felt bad for his friend. She was clearly so embarrassed… he wanted to assure her that it was okay.
”Vivianne, you don’t have to be embarrassed, okay? I-I really like you, and even if I wasn’t like having a crush on you, I still wouldn’t judge at all.” Elliot said.
Vivianne looked up at him, and then she smiled. A genuine, happy smile. “Yeah… I-I like you too. A lot.”
Elliot smiled. Vivianne stood up straighter, still holding herself. He leaned on the wall next to her, and tried to distract her with a conversation. While he was talking, Vivianne was still distracted by her very urgent need to pee. She could feel the slight bulge of her bladder against her arms, and her cheeks were flushed from holding in so much pee. Elliot texted their friends, and then groaned at the reply he got.
”They went out to the store and left us here in a closet… they’re like twenty minutes away, and driving back now.” Elliot said, clearly frustrated.
Vivianne felt her heart sink. She could barely move with leaking, she would never be able to hold it in for another twenty minutes… but she had to try. Her waistband from her fishnets was pressing into her bladder bulge, making it more uncomfortable to hold. Ten minutes later, another wave of desperation made a huge leak escape her overfilled bladder. Pulling back on the pee hurt enough, and it sent trickled down her legs. Vivianne was shaking as she tried to keep in the large amount of pee in her bladder. Her bladder was rock hard. Elliot looked like he felt so bad, but didn’t know how to help her.
”Vivianne if it’s really hurting you, you can just go. There no need to be in pain. The others wont care…” Elliot said.
”Elliot I’m fine..” You could tell that Vivianne was tearing up from her voice.
Elliot turned her towards him and hugged her. “Vivianne, just relax and go. Please stop hurting yourself, holding this much in is not healthy for you.”
a couple trickles of pee went down her legs, and then it all just came pouring out. It quickly wet the floor, and poor Vivianne was peeing for at least a minute. She cried softly as Elliot hugged her, she was totally embarrassed.
”it’s alright. I’ve got you. Nobody’s going to tease you about it…” Elliot hugged her tightly.
The closet door suddenly opened, and their friends looked at the two in shock. Lily spoke up first.
”Vivianne we’re so sorry!” She ran over and hugged her friend, the others following after her.
”I’ll let you borrow one of my sisters sweatpants.” Seth said, rubbing her back.
The rest of the night was a movie night, and nobody spoke of the incident after that. Vivianne felt like she could depend on her friends more, but she was never playing Seven Minutes in Heaven again.
- Afterwards -
“I mean, technically, my plan worked.” Seth said to Elliot over the phone.
”You locked us in a closet for at least an hour, and she peed herself.” Elliot replied.
”but you two are together. Because of me.” Seth insisted.
Elliot sighed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude.”
(I’ll do more stories with this group later, also I reused a few names from my previous post)
Edited August 16, 2022 by Guest
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"Living In Nowhere": Short Story (Stories?)
Warning: This story contains messing. It is contained, however if that is not your thing you may want to stop reading now. I get it's not for everyone and want to warn you ahead of time. Also has some sexual themes so please be advised.
This is my first submission of any sort of fiction so please be kind. Suggestions are welcomed. Also there might be more stories with this character and setting so I hope you enjoy it.
Begin:
The sun began to shine over the horizon revealing a small cottage in the forest. The forest was dense with tall overbearing trees that dance whenever the wind blows. The trees were a mix of skinny trunks topped with dark green needles and wide logs topped with warm colored leaves spreading from long limbs. Fall was in full swing this morning. A chill blew through the air. In the center of this forest, was a cottage. It sat right within the center of this sea of trees. It was a quaint little home. Rectangular in shape with walls made from the trees in the forest that surrounded it. The home had windows on both sides, and a tinier window by the front door of the dwelling. When facing the front of the house you can see the chimney shooting straight up from the back and a cellar attached to the side. The cottage was modest but beautiful. The outside of the home was just as modest as the cottage. A log splitting station, some flower beds, and a shed surrounded the yard. Around the yard was a fence with a gate enclosed the property. Beyond that were paths that lead into the forest. At the start of each path there were signs pointing in a direction saying things like "Water" or "Town". The signs were crudely made but served their purpose. This was the home of Salem, and the sun was about to pull them out of bed to start the day.
The home fills with light from one of the windows on the side. A warm and inviting room begins to be illuminated. Covered by plants in pots on shelves, and one bigger plant in a pot by the door. The room also held a bookshelf filled with books and some trinkets. Next to that was a wooden desk. This desk had papers, a pen, and an open book on it next to a candle stick that was fully burnt down to the end with dried wax hanging like frozen icicles off a glacier. Against one of the walls opposite of the desk was a bed. On the adjacent wall a little further down from the bed was a closet. As the sun shined through Salem began to stretch awake from a deep slumber. While rubbing their eyes they began to pull the covers off of them, revealing their body. They were on the slender side with a feminine physique. Their muscles were toned yet lean and a little above average height for being 27. They had orange hair with orange pointed fuzzy ears coming out the top of their head and an orange fuzzy tail coming out above their round and plumb posterior. They awoke in their underwear and shirt. Once they had finished rubbing their eyes, they sprang awake. Salem was going to be in a rush this morning, for they were excited to get back to writing a story they were working on most of the night.
Salem is a fantasy writer at heart. Though it's just a hobby now, they love spending their free time doing it. But as of late they had been going through a dry spell as far as writing goes. But last night they got inspired and feverishly wrote out a chapter idea in their journal. Reading a history textbook gave them inspiration. This idea carried late into the evening so Salem had to stop even though they had more ideas to write down. The story was exciting to write but the household chores needed to be done the next day; so Salem went to bed early. Their days are currently spent between work and maintaining the house. Living in solitude and trying to be Eco-friendly can be time consuming, but to Salem it was worth it. Their closest neighbor was at least five miles away. It would take at least 20 minutes traveling down a dirt road to reach any "Main Road',' which were long stretches of cracked paved road surrounded by trees and mountain views in the distance. It would be another 40-45 minutes to reach the town of Bridgton. It is a small town with a general store and dinner. However a trip into town was not on Salem's mind today, it was making sure the house had clean water. They needed to go for a trip down to the huge lake in the woods. But it was an hour long trip by electric buggy down a dirt path, and even another hour at most to fill the canisters and load them on the buggy. So they wanted to get the day started.
They shot up out of bed and went into their closet to grab clothes for the house work this morning. It was fall and the woods surrounding Salem's home can get a bit chilly in the morning, and they would be outside for a decent amount of time. They threw on a red flannel with black buttons and some tight fitting overalls with tight leggings underneath for some extra warmth. As their tail poked out the hole in the overalls, Salem glanced in the mirror. They felt that the overalls looked great on them. The outfit was perfect and practical. It would keep them warm while doing chores. Plus it was snug and showed off their feminine physic quite nicely, while still being a bit rugged to boot. So they smiled and rushed out into the living area to make some quick coffee and have a bagel. They buttered up a bagel and ate it while brewing some coffee to go, a must have every morning for Salem. After this was accomplished they cleaned up and grabbed their coffee and walked to the front door. Before walking out the door though, they put on their beanie and gloves. The beanie was designed to keep their head warm, while also being able to keep their ears up and out so as to not dampen their hearing. They walked out towards the buggy, set their coffee in the cup holder, put the canisters on, and drove off down the trail labeled “water”. As Salem started their journey their stomach started to feel slightly uneasy.
The Journey took a little longer than expected but it was nice. The cool fall breeze and the smell of nature was relaxing to Salem. The trees topped with warm colored leaves flew by and the chilly air of fall caressed Salem’s cheeks as the buggy wizzed along. The lake was starting to become visible and they had just finished their coffee. As they pulled up to the lake the feeling of needing a bathroom came on. I can wait until I get back, Salem thought. Even though the chances of someone being around were low, it was never a 100% guarantee. Salem would rather wait until they got home just to be safe. Besides, they have always talked about having a bladder of steel. So they brushed it off and began the annoying process of loading the buggy with water. It would take some time and effort. As they began to load the canisters with water their stomach began to cramp a bit and hurt. They thought it might be the midnight snack from last night. Plus the coffee they had started to not sit right in their stomach. They worried now about having a bathroom nearby. If they wind up having to go on that end, they’d need one. Having to squat down in a bush with no wipes sounded horrifying. So they hurried along. But as Salem worked their stomach was telling them they needed to go. The full bladder was not helping either. They finished loading the canisters, sat in the buggy, and ripped it out of there.
They had an hour ride to get home at least, and the bumps along the dirt trail did not help the situation Salem was now in. All they could think about was their bladder and stomach. They began to alternate between holding their crotch and butt. They were trying to think of a strategy. If they moved now they would lose control and lose the battle in their stomach. They thought to maybe alleviate some pressure they could let out little drops of pee slowly over the span of the trip. It would dry quickly and not leave too big of a spot on their overalls. They could make it home then run to the bathroom. Plus it'll be a little warmer for them on the trip home. The thought made Salem smile with amusement. But the smile began to fade as the desperation worsened. The small leaks on the way were not as helpful as they thought, and a bigger wet patch began to develop on the crotch on the overalls. It was becoming quite noticeable. So they had to stop. They began to worry about not making it home in time. Possibly even having an accident if they didn’t sit on a toilet soon. But something about that thought interested Salem deep down. Their tail swayed a bit as they thought about it. But the thoughts were quickly interrupted. The time for a bathroom was fast approaching.
As Salem rounded a bend on the dirt trail the urge to go intensified. Finally the pain in Salem’s stomach was too much, and they had to pull over. They quickly stopped the buggy. Being outside did not matter anymore. They did not care if anyone would see them. They were deep in the woods and they had to go. They ran for the nearest spot of cover on one side of the trail as quickly as they could. Unfortunately as Salem struggled with the buttons on their overalls, they began to release. They could feel their underwear begin to fill up as they were squatting involuntarily where they stood. They almost weren't even thinking anymore. It just felt so good to empty their body. They squatted down with their plump butt out and just let go, filling their underwear and leggings. With crackling and a bulge slowly developing around their plumb butt they let out an soft “Of fuck” under their breathe. As they began to bite their lips, a sense of pleasure and confusion washed over them. Salem could not believe this, but they were turned on. Their tail began to wag while filling the seat of their overalls. They began to let their bladder empty too. The patch on the overalls spread more and more, soaking their thighs, calves, socks, and shoes. A puddle began to form underneath where they were crouched. They moved their hand over the wet overalls, right on their crotch. Their hand began to rub up and down. Each rub more intense in pressure and speed with each passing second. They could not help thinking to themselves about how naughty and bad this was, but it felt so good. As that thought passed through their head they reached climax. They let out a moan as their eyes rolled in into the back of their head. With their mouth agape they said “I’m a bad fox”. Salem plopped down in their mess. Their clean hand shot quickly up to their mouth with a gasp. They immediately realized the situation, shot up, and began to take a quick look around. No one was there. Salem let out a sigh of relief. It would only last for but a moment, for now they were in a mess and had to get home to get cleaned up. As Salem waddled in their soaked and full overalls their tail was wagging. It hadn’t stopped since this all started. Salem just discovered something fun to explore. But for now, they needed to get home, get showered, and out of these clothes. Other things needed to be done today. They climbed in the buggy and began the uncomfortable ride home.
Thank you and hope you enjoyed my first story.
Edited August 21, 2022 by Fae_Enby
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Part 2
It seemed that I wasn’t the only one in this predicament. Not even a minute after I’d joined the line, I saw a young woman hurrying down the hall towards the gate, her heels clicking urgently on the tiled white floor as she walked with great haste. Just like I had two minutes ago, she saw the bathroom doors and immediately rushed towards them, her face flustered and tense. But of course, she too was stopped in her tracks by the locked door. As she stepped back, I saw a pained grimace appear on her face and her knees bent slightly as she bobbed in place. Clearly, she was in a great need! My interest was piqued, and I continued watching her. Her head turned on her shoulders as she looked in every direction, her eyes scanning as she searched in vain for another bathroom. When she didn’t find any, her face clouded with even more worry. She glanced apprehensively at the line of people slowly boarding the plane, then looked hesitantly back up the hallway from where she’d come, clearly contemplating running out and trying to find another bathroom in time to board the plane. In the end, however, she came to the same conclusion that I had, and began quickly scurrying to the back of the line where I stood.
I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes as she approached. She was young, maybe about 25, wearing a white blouse with very tight-fitting black pants which accentuated the soft curves of her legs and ass quite nicely, while on her feet she wore a pair of open-toed high heels. Her chest-length brown hair bounced in rhythm to the click-clacking of her heels as she strode over and took her place right behind me. Now that I could see her face clearly, it struck me that she looked quite familiar. After a moment’s thought, I realized she had been at the conference, and I’d seen her several hours ago during one of the morning activities. Sure enough, I noticed that she was still wearing her name tag on her chest, which read “Jennifer”. It seemed she had fallen into the exact same predicament as I had, being unable to find time for a toilet break all morning and now arriving at the airport about to burst. It was oddly comforting, knowing I wasn’t suffering alone anymore. In fact, I was actually getting rather excited; I’d always had this effect at the sight of someone desperate to pee, and this was quite a sight indeed.
As she was standing behind me, it was hard to keep my eye on Jennifer without it being too suspicious. However, the nonstop clicking of her heels left nothing to the imagination. She was unable to stand still, walking in place, shuffling her feet, shifting from one foot to the other. More than once I saw her stepping to the side and gazing down at the line, clearly impatient to get on the plane as quickly as possible, where she could go dashing off to the nearest toilet.
Mind you, I wasn’t faring much better myself. My swollen bladder was pressing up against my tight skirt, and its weight was pressing down heavily against my urethra, making the pressure almost unbearable. I mirrored the movements of the woman behind me, my legs constantly jiggling as we crept forward at a painstakingly slow pace.
After what felt like ages, although it was really just ten minutes, we finally crossed through the gate and onto the plane. Relief was close now, it wouldn’t be much longer. I tried to remain composed, but just the thought of the bathrooms being so close was sending my bladder into overdrive, and I had to bite my lips to suppress a groan as I was engulfed by a wave of desperation. It wasn’t just me either. Behind me, Jen was breathing quickly, and I could actually feel her urgent sighs on the back of my neck. “Come on, dammit,” I heard her muttering under her breath with unmistakable frustration as we crept down the aisle at a snail’s pace.
It certainly felt like a trek, but at last I finally came upon my seat. As it turned out, Jen and I were seated right next to each other; I had an aisle-side seat in the middle section, and hers was right across the aisle next to mine. However, seating arrangements were the last thing on my mind at that moment. Not even bothering to sit down, I threw my handbag onto the seat and set my eyes on the bathroom door further down the aisle, towards the back of the plane. I hurried towards it, Jen following right on my heels.
Unfortunately, we weren’t the only ones who had been in need of relief. The bathroom was already occupied, and two women stood in line waiting. I had half-expected this to happen, but even so, with my bladder so incredibly full, it was not a sight I had wanted to see. Jen’s sigh of frustration from behind me made it clear what her feelings were as well. I came to a stop at the back of the line, right behind a young girl of about 20, who was clad in a simple white shirt and jeans, standing with her legs crossed. In front of her was an older lady of about 40, who stood right in front of the door, staring at the “Occupied” sign rather intently.
Waiting in line for the bathroom was a form of torture in and of itself. Being so close to a toilet yet having to stand there and wait while my bladder throbbed and ached in my abdomen was torment. It really was a struggle not to reach down and grab myself between the legs, that’s how badly I had to go. Instead, I settled for the next best thing, jamming my thighs together and rubbing my knees against each other, although I was trying to be subtle. I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious in front of all the other passengers.
Jen was doing much of the same: with her legs squished together, she was slowly rocking back and forth on her heels, bent forward a little at the waist and her arms crossed over her chest. Her breathing was heavy, clearly occupied in an internal fight to maintain control of herself. We were both very much in a deep struggle, but at least the wait wouldn’t be much longer. The bathroom door opened, and the occupant walked out, allowing the woman up front to hurry inside and lock the door. Just one more person, I thought to myself. Just a few more minutes, then I can finally pee. The annoying thing about a full bladder is that it makes even a few minutes seem like eons.
The door opened again, and the first woman came out, standing aside as the young girl in front of me pushed past her and disappeared into the little room. Unable to stand still anymore, I jiggled my knees and swayed from side to side, my impatience growing as I silently urged the girl inside to hurry up and get out. Next to me, Jen had grown more restless too, rubbing the front of her thighs with her hands as she marched on the spot, staring at the door with pursed lips.
Three minutes of restless waiting later, the door clicked, and suddenly it was open again. Oh, thank god. The girl had hardly taken a step outside before I rushed past her, bursting into the tiny room beyond. Never had I been so happy to set my eyes on a plane toilet. Turning around, I grasped the door and began to push it, but just before it closed, I caught a glimpse of Jen’s face. It was flushed and tense, and her wide worry-stricken eyes locked onto mine, pleading with me to hurry up. Shoving the door closed, I fumbled the lock into place, then staggered backwards to stand over the little white bowl.
In one swift movement, I clawed my skirt up to my waist, dug my fingers into my pantyhose and underwear, then tore them down to my knees. I was peeing before I could even get seated, sending my initial stream of urine flying into my underwear before my thighs finally embraced the cold toilet seat. I threw back my head and exhaled deeply in total relief as I finally relaxed, peeing forcefully into the little toilet beneath me. Ohhhh… god… My shoulders slumped as the burden of my very full bladder was lifted at last, a morning’s worth of liquid jetting out from between my legs with incredible speed.
After a considerable amount of time, I squeezed out the final few drops, heaving out one final breath of relief. I reached for the toilet paper, feeling a hundred times better than when I had walked in. My mind had been so taken over from the immense relief that for a moment I had completely forgotten about Jen. With a jolt of excitement, I remembered that she was standing just outside the door, probably jumping out of her skin in desperation. The poor soul must be trying so hard not to flood her pants and humiliate herself in front of so many people. I realized that I, alone in this bathroom, was single-handedly blocking her from the relief she so urgently needed. In here, I could delay her as long as I wanted! Malicious thoughts began to play in my head as I contemplated this power. I imagined sitting here for ages and ages, while Jen stood outside squirming and straining every muscle she had to hold it in, before finally losing control and unleashing a massive waterfall onto the aisle floor as onlookers gawked from every direction.
But no, I couldn’t do that, of course not. As much as I would’ve loved to, that would just be cruel. Nevertheless, I took my time as I wiped myself and readjusted my clothes, then taking a good minute or so to cleanse my hands very thoroughly, scrubbing the soap quite generously. Surely, she could wait for just a couple more minutes?
Once I had finally finished up rubbing my hands dry, I reached out and swung open the door, fully expecting to be swept aside by Jen as she rushed inside. Instead, I came face to face with… no one. Stepping out into the aisle, I looked up and down, perplexed, wondering where my desperate colleague had disappeared off to. Perhaps she went off to find another bathroom?
My questions didn’t go unanswered for too long, because just then I was accosted by a flight attendant. “Excuse me, ma’am, please return to your seat immediately, we will be taking off soon.” Muttering in acknowledgement, I quickly turned and began hurrying back to my seat. Was this why Jen had disappeared? Because she had been forced to return to her seat, unrelieved, due to the plane’s imminent departure? It was a definite possibility, and I would find out for sure very shortly.
Sure enough, as I approached my seat, there she was, occupying the seat next to mine. One look at her rapidly bouncing knees told me all I needed to know: she’d been unable to find a bathroom in time for the departure and was still clearly nursing a very full bladder underneath her garments. No matter how desperate she was now, she’d have no choice but to hold on until the takeoff was complete, and that could take at least another fifteen minutes or so. |
And now for the conclusion!
Part 4
As I leaned back in my seat, I pretended to be absent-minded, but really, I was more alert than ever. My mind was focused sharply on Jen, her struggling figure never leaving the bounds of my peripheral vision. I watched as she rubbed the inside of her thighs up and down with her palms, her hands getting ever so close to her crotch. She longed to hold herself, I could tell, yet she dared not… not yet. I was close enough to hear her breaths, soft but deep. It had only been a few minutes since the pilot’s announcement, but Jen was already seriously struggling.
The next ten minutes passed without incident. Most people seemed to be drifting off to sleep, while some others had decided to watch a movie or read a book. Jen was doing none of these things. In contrast, she seemed to be the most active passenger on the plane, her restlessness only growing with time. By now she had taken to alternating between bouncing her legs for a while and then crossing them tightly when they got tired. I saw her tampering around with her screen for a bit, apparently looking for a distraction, but seemingly gave up after a while, clearly too occupied with the burning of her bladder to focus on anything else.
With every passing moment, Jen’s condition was getting worse and worse. She absolutely could not keep still, the intensity of her movements growing in tandem with her desperation. I could hear the sharp taps and scuffles of her heels as her feet shuffled all over the floor in front of her, joined by the ever louder rustling of her seat whenever she fanned her thighs in and out, going faster each time she did. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen someone this agitated. When they weren’t clasped in between her thighs, her hands gripped the armrests of her seat tightly, squeezing so hard I could see the muscles of her forearms bulging.
It was about fifteen minutes after the pilot’s announcement that we started feeling the first effects of the aforementioned storm. I was never really afraid of flying, but turbulence can make things feel terrifying real quick. Fortunately, it wasn’t so bad this time; we had the occasional sudden bump here and there, but it was relatively mild for the most part, certainly not enough to cause a major disturbance. Other than feeling like my intestines were jumping in place, I felt fine. Jen, however, looked like she was living through hell. A full bladder was bad enough on its own, but add turbulence on top of that, jerking the bladder this way and that and adding even more pressure, and it had to be absolute torture. The look on Jen’s face was one of strained concentration. I could practically see the muscles of her abdomen completely constricted, stubbornly refusing to let anything come out, fighting her bladder’s vehement demands. Each time the turbulence came and caused a sudden bump, she would wince and jam her thighs together. Her hands still clutched at her belt, and I could see her pulling it out away from her abdomen, clearly trying to stop the belt from pressing into her bladder.
The engine hummed, the clouds whizzed past outside, and the time crawled by. I began perusing a magazine, although this was really just an act to pretend like I was busy so I could keep watching the woman next to me without suspicion. At this point, Jen looked like she was losing her mind, such was the severity of her condition. Her eyes were wide open, her breathing was heavy, and her whole body was shaking. Her heels danced on the floor in front of her as her legs bounced up and down. She crossed and recrossed them every minute, clearly unable to hold a position for too long. Her hands were either gripping her arm rests, clutching at her belt, or pushed tight against the inside of her thighs. Ever so slowly, I could see them making their way up to her crotch, the spot that Jen was undoubtedly burning to grab and squeeze. It won’t be too long now. With each passing moment, her squirming figure only grew more frantic, the riveting jig of her legs growing into a fierce intensity. It was never-ending movement fueled by a full tank of urine, sloshing around inside her stretched, throbbing bladder.
At long last, the girl finally seemed to lose hope. Raising her left arm, she waved urgently towards the flight attendant who sat nearby in front of us. All this time Jen had been doing her best to suppress her movements out of a desire to hide her plight from the public, but the fact that she was willingly drawing attention to herself clearly meant she could take this suffering no longer. The flight attendant, noticing the passenger’s beckoning arm, looked questioningly towards her before rising from her seat and approaching her. “Do you need something, miss?”
Jen leaned towards her to whisper into her ear, and I strained my ears to listen: “I’m really sorry, but would it be okay if I go use the bathroom really quickly? It’s very urgent.” She looked imploringly up at the attendant who stood leaning over her. Unfortunately, this was not enough to sway her. Shaking her head, she simply replied, “I’m sorry, miss, but passengers cannot get up during turbulence, it’s unsafe. You can go once the seatbelt light turns off.” This was not what Jen wanted to hear at all. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in once again, her voice so soft it was barely audible: “I understand, but can you please make an exception? It’s… it’s really an emergency.” She looked up pleadingly at the attendant, her soft brown eyes big and round, her face etched with genuine and absolute desperation. Her hands clutched tightly around her belt, her knees pushed firmly against each other, her feet bounced rapidly on the tips of her toes.
The attendant’s gaze softened as she looked sympathetically at the struggling young woman sitting hunched over in her seat. For a moment, I thought she would relent and let poor Jen go to obtain the relief she so badly needed. But then she shook her head. “I know it’s urgent, but I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do. The rules here are very strict, we cannot let you leave your seat until it’s safe. I’m sorry, please try to wait.”
Jen looked like she was on the verge of tears. “D-do you know how much longer it will be?” Her voice was strained, dripping with tension and threatening to crack as she uttered the question. The attendant shook her head apologetically. “Soon,” she replied, trying to sound reassuring. I don’t think it had much effect. The attendant turned and went back, leaving Jen trapped in her seat, imprisoned by the belt that wrapped snugly around the obvious bulge protruding from her abdomen. The look on her face was one of total despair, a look so powerful I could practically feel the pain she was enduring. I genuinely wondered if she was going to give up and simply let go, seeing as she had no other choice.
But she wasn’t done fighting yet. I guess the embarrassment of wetting yourself on a plane surrounded by people is motivation enough, no matter how painful it became. After a few more minutes of more frantic squirming, Jen reached forward and hastily grabbed a magazine from the little seat pouch in front of her, then threw it on her upper lap, covering her crotch. She then shoved her right hand underneath between her legs, and although it was covered by the magazine, it didn’t take a genius to figure out exactly what she was doing.
The next ten minutes must’ve been the longest and most torturous moments of Jen’s life. Sweat was beading on the wrinkled forehead of her face, which was scrunched up in pain. Her every breath shook, punctuated by sudden soft gasps as she rocked back and forth on her seat, hunched over by her waist with her left had clutching onto the seat’s edge as if she were holding on for dear life. Her right hand was clamped up against her crotch, the magazine on her lap barely even covering it anymore since it kept getting knocked out of place by the vigorous swinging of her thighs. Up ahead, I saw the flight attendant from earlier looking at Jen, a look of pity and sympathy on her face, perhaps even a twinge of guilt for forcing her to bear this suffering.
And then —
Ding!
The sound echoed through the air, a soft pleasant note, lasting only for a second before it disappeared, but there was no question about what it meant. I heard Jen’s gasp, and I looked over to see that she had frozen in her seat, just for a second as she processed what had happened. But the realization came quickly: the seatbelt light was off at last, and she was finally free.
The loudspeaker turned on again as the pilot made another announcement about the end of the turbulence period, but Jen didn’t care one bit. Shoving the magazine aside, her hands flew to her belt, her fingers working furiously in her haste to get it off. In her frantic state, she could barely slow down enough to undo the mechanism, but after a quick battle she wrenched it apart, throwing the straps aside and freeing herself at last. Grasping onto the seat in front of her, she struggled to her feet, her knees glued together as she balanced precariously on the spot. A sudden pained expression came over her face, mixed with panic as, just for a moment, she was overcome by the full weight of her pressing bladder pushed down by gravity’s force. I held my breath, half-expecting the floodgates to burst open right then and there, resulting in a spectacular wetting right in front of my face. But somehow, she held on, displaying an impressive feat of strength. With no time to lose, Jen stumbled onto the aisle, still bent over at the waist, and began staggering down.
I sprang from my seat and immediately followed after her. I didn’t have to pee at all, but there was no way in hell I was going to miss the end of this show. Jen scurried down the aisle as fast as she could possibly go, but you can only go so fast with your thighs smushed together. As it turned out, she wasn’t quick enough. Another woman from the back of the plane reached the bathroom first, and when we finally approached it, Jen was once again condemned to wait in front of the locked door.
She looked like she was about to explode. Both her hands were jammed deep into her pockets, practically bent-over double as she tried to balance on her tightly crossed legs. Her composure had completely deteriorated, unable to keep still as her feet danced in place, her high heels clicking and clacking on the hard floor. Standing directly behind her, I couldn’t help but look at the shapely ass jiggling within the confines of her skintight pants as her knees shook uncontrollably in place.
“Come on, please!” I heard her mutter after about a minute, her patience running extremely thin. I couldn’t blame her, she really looked like she was at the end of her limit. The woman inside the bathroom, oblivious to Jen’s distress, was taking her sweet time. As another agonizing minute passed, Jen’s frustration overcame her. Reaching up with a balled fist, she knocked forcefully on the door, five sharp, loud raps. She leaned up against the wall with her right hand while nursing the massive bulge of her bladder with the left. I was astonished at the sheer volume sticking out of her belly; it looked like the woman was carrying a bowling ball in her abdomen, a ball that was full to the brim with hot urine.
At long last, the door finally reopened. Jen clambered forward, almost knocking the emerging woman to the ground in her haste to get inside the room that she needed more than anything else in the world. Her slim figure crossed over the threshold, and the last thing I saw was Jen’s hand clutching her crotch between her squeezed thighs before she slammed the door shut.
I strode up to the door, straining my ears to hear what was going on inside. There were a couple sharp taps from her heels and the muffled sounds of cloth rustling. Then there was a thud, and at last, Jen’s misery was over.
I stood there listening in awe. The roar of Jen’s pee gushing into the toilet was clearly audible even above the rumble of the plane’s engines, accompanied by moans which echoed in the small chamber. I could only imagine the sheer relief flooding through her body at this moment, finally releasing a half-a-day’s worth of pent-up urine at long last, having endured hours of extreme desperation. She peed and peed, the powerful stream unrelenting in force. I had never heard a woman pee so loud or for so long in my life, and I’ve heard plenty of bursting women before. A full minute had passed, and then some, before the stream finally died down, and at last she was done. After that, it was silent, the engine’s humming drowning out any noise from within.
When she reemerged a couple minutes later, the difference in her demeanor was like night and day. The frantic, panic-stricken woman that had walked in had been replaced by someone far more relaxed, and, without a doubt, feeling immensely relieved. Nevertheless, she kept her head down as she brushed past me and made her way back down the aisle, still feeling the embarrassment of the show she had put on a few minutes ago.
Turning back, I stepped into the bathroom cabin for the second time today, closing the door and facing the bowl upon which Jen had sat just a minute ago. It didn’t take long for me to find what I was looking for: little droplets and wet spots on the floor at the base of the toilet, and some on the toilet seat. Jen had tried to clean it up, but the evidence was still there, and the conclusion was clear: she had leaked quite a bit before she’d gotten her pants down completely. Honestly, given her state, it really wasn’t much of a surprise. Nevertheless, the thought of knowing that Jen was currently sitting in wet panties was quite thrilling.
After waiting inside for a couple minutes to pretend like I was using the bathroom, I left the little room and returned to my seat, next to which sat Jen, looking relaxed and comfortable for the first time since I’d seen her. And thus came to an end one of the best desperation incidents I had ever seen. Who would’ve guessed that this flight I was dreading could turn out to be so memorable? Perhaps air travel wasn't so bad after all. |
Ask and you shall receive.
Part 4 (Alternate Ending)
As I leaned back in my seat, I pretended to be absent-minded, but really, I was more alert than ever. My mind was focused sharply on Jen, her struggling figure never leaving the bounds of my peripheral vision. I watched as she rubbed the inside of her thighs up and down with her palms, her hands getting ever so close to her crotch. She longed to hold herself, I could tell, yet she dared not… not yet. I was close enough to hear her breaths, soft but deep. It had only been a few minutes since the pilot’s announcement, but Jen was already seriously struggling.
The next ten minutes passed without incident. Most people seemed to be drifting off to sleep, while some others had decided to watch a movie or read a book. Jen was doing none of these things. In contrast, she seemed to be the most active passenger on the plane, her restlessness only growing with time. By now she had taken to alternating between bouncing her legs for a while and then crossing them tightly when they got tired. I saw her tampering around with her screen for a bit, apparently looking for a distraction, but seemingly gave up after a while, clearly too occupied with the burning of her bladder to focus on anything else.
With every passing moment, Jen’s condition was getting worse and worse. She absolutely could not keep still, the intensity of her movements growing in tandem with her desperation. I could hear the sharp taps and scuffles of her heels as her feet shuffled all over the floor in front of her, joined by the ever louder rustling of her seat whenever she fanned her thighs in and out, going faster each time she did. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen someone this agitated. When they weren’t clasped in between her thighs, her hands gripped the armrests of her seat tightly, squeezing so hard I could see the muscles of her forearms bulging.
It was about fifteen minutes after the pilot’s announcement that we started feeling the first effects of the aforementioned storm. I was never really afraid of flying, but turbulence can make things feel terrifying real quick. Fortunately, it wasn’t so bad this time; we had the occasional sudden bump here and there, but it was relatively mild for the most part, certainly not enough to cause a major disturbance. Other than feeling like my intestines were jumping in place, I felt fine. Jen, however, looked like she was living through hell. A full bladder was bad enough on its own, but add turbulence on top of that, jerking the bladder this way and that and adding even more pressure, and it had to be absolute torture. The look on Jen’s face was one of strained concentration. I could practically see the muscles of her abdomen completely constricted, stubbornly refusing to let anything come out, fighting her bladder’s vehement demands. Each time the turbulence came and caused a sudden bump, she would wince and jam her thighs together. Her hands still clutched at her belt, and I could see her pulling it out away from her abdomen, clearly trying to stop the belt from pressing into her bladder.
The engine hummed, the clouds whizzed past outside, and the time crawled by. I began perusing a magazine, although this was really just an act to pretend like I was busy so I could keep watching the woman next to me without suspicion. At this point, Jen looked like she was losing her mind, such was the severity of her condition. Her eyes were wide open, her breathing was heavy, and her whole body was shaking. Her heels danced on the floor in front of her as her legs bounced up and down. She crossed and recrossed them every minute, clearly unable to hold a position for too long. Her hands were either gripping her arm rests, clutching at her belt, or pushed tight against the inside of her thighs. Ever so slowly, I could see them making their way up to her crotch, the spot that Jen was undoubtedly burning to grab and squeeze. It won’t be too long now. With each passing moment, her squirming figure only grew more frantic, the riveting jig of her legs growing into a fierce intensity. It was never-ending movement fueled by a full tank of urine, sloshing around inside her stretched, throbbing bladder.
At long last, the girl finally seemed to lose hope. Raising her left arm, she waved urgently towards the flight attendant who sat nearby in front of us. All this time Jen had been doing her best to suppress her movements out of a desire to hide her plight from the public, but the fact that she was willingly drawing attention to herself clearly meant she could take this suffering no longer. The flight attendant, noticing the passenger’s beckoning arm, looked questioningly towards her before rising from her seat and approaching her. “Do you need something, miss?”
Jen leaned towards her to whisper into her ear, and I strained my ears to listen: “I’m really sorry, but would it be okay if I go use the bathroom really quickly? It’s very urgent.” She looked imploringly up at the attendant who stood leaning over her. Unfortunately, this was not enough to sway her. Shaking her head, she simply replied, “I’m sorry, miss, but passengers cannot get up during turbulence, it’s unsafe. You can go once the seatbelt light turns off.” This was not what Jen wanted to hear at all. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in once again, her voice so soft it was barely audible: “I understand, but can you please make an exception? It’s… it’s really an emergency.” She looked up pleadingly at the attendant, her soft brown eyes big and round, her face etched with genuine and absolute desperation. Her hands clutched tightly around her belt, her knees pushed firmly against each other, her feet bounced rapidly on the tips of her toes.
The attendant’s gaze softened as she looked sympathetically at the struggling young woman sitting hunched over in her seat. For a moment, I thought she would relent and let poor Jen go to obtain the relief she so badly needed. But then she shook her head. “I know it’s urgent, but I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do. The rules here are very strict, we cannot let you leave your seat until it’s safe. I’m sorry, please try to wait.”
Jen looked like she was on the verge of tears. “D-do you know how much longer it will be?” Her voice was strained, dripping with tension and threatening to crack as she uttered the question. The attendant shook her head apologetically. “Soon,” she replied, trying to sound reassuring. I don’t think it had much effect. The attendant turned and went back, leaving Jen trapped in her seat, imprisoned by the belt that wrapped snugly around the obvious bulge protruding from her abdomen. The look on her face was one of total despair, a look so powerful I could practically feel the pain she was enduring. I genuinely wondered if she was going to give up and simply let go, seeing as she had no other choice.
But she wasn’t done fighting yet. I guess the embarrassment of wetting yourself on a plane surrounded by people is motivation enough, no matter how painful it became. After a few more minutes of more frantic squirming, Jen reached forward and hastily grabbed a magazine from the little seat pouch in front of her, then threw it on her upper lap, covering her crotch. She then shoved her right hand underneath between her legs, and although it was covered by the magazine, it didn’t take a genius to figure out exactly what she was doing.
The ensuing minutes must’ve been the longest and most torturous moments of Jen’s life. Sweat was beading on the wrinkled forehead of her face, which was scrunched up in pain. Her every breath shook, punctuated by sudden soft gasps as she rocked back and forth on her seat, hunched over by her waist with her left had clutching onto the seat’s edge as if she were holding on for dear life. Her right hand was clamped up against her crotch, the magazine on her lap barely even covering it anymore since it kept getting knocked out of place by the vigorous swinging of her thighs. Up ahead, I saw the flight attendant from earlier looking at Jen, a look of pity and sympathy on her face, perhaps even a twinge of guilt for forcing her to bear this suffering. But what could she do? She was just following rules, after all.
I wondered just what could be going on inside Jen’s head at that moment, so totally desperate to pee and unable to do anything about it. She must’ve been praying for the end, hoping so earnestly to hear the sound of the seatbelt sign turning off. But it didn’t come. On and on we went, still buffeted by the occasional jolt, each one a clear reminder that the turbulence was not over yet, and that Jen could not leave to go to the toilet, not matter how badly she had to go. Her aggravation at this fact was growing more and more pronounced the longer we continued, frustration emanating from every groan and sigh that came out of her.
I glanced at her as she let out a soft whimper, starting to get seriously concerned for her sake. I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever seen a person look as desperate as Jen did right now. Every so often her torso would bend forward at her waist, so far it was almost parallel with her legs, her hands disappearing into the folds between her legs. I could see her physically shuddering at the effort of holding it in, no doubt fighting the vicious waves of desperation ripping through her body. Her face was like that of a child, looking so totally helpless and distraught, unsure of what to do.
It continued like this for another quarter of an hour, by which point I was seriously starting to consider the possibility of there being a very wet floor next to me. By her looks, the fact Jen had even held it this long was astounding; she looked like she was being stabbed in the crotch by a red-hot knife. Honestly, that’s probably exactly what it felt like. As exciting as this show of desperation has been, my sympathy for her was bubbling up to the surface. Poor woman, she really looks like she’s in a lot of pain. I saw her turn her head back, peering longingly in the direction of the toilets. She grasped the armrests of her seat, shifting forward as if she meant to get up. I watched closely. Was she trying to make a run for it? But then she sank back suddenly, her eyes scrunching up tight as she was clearly overtaken by another surge from her bladder. She squeezed her right hand onto her crotch tightly, not even trying to hide it anymore. My eyes drank it all in as I watched with bated breath. She was in serious trouble now: her bladder was so full she could barely even move without opening the tap and unleashing the reservoir within. How was she going to get out of this? There’s no chance, no way she would make it, surely. I couldn’t believe it. Was I about to witness a grown adult woman having a catastrophic accident in the middle of a plane?
My eyes snapped up as I noticed movement on my right: Jen had raised her hand once again. I glanced up at the flight attendant, who rose from her seat a second time and walked towards Jen’s shaking hand, a mix of sympathy and concern on her face at the sight of the woman sitting half crumpled in her seat.
“Are you alright, miss?” the attendant asked in a soft voice, leaning in close to Jen.
“P-please, you have to… you have to help me…” Jen was practically sobbing as she looked pleadingly up at the attendant. “I can’t wait any longer, please… please let me go…”
The attendant looked down at the distressed passenger, clearly torn and at a loss for what to do. There was no doubt that Jen was definitely at her limit, so refusing her would only lead to a very big mess. After thinking for a moment, she leaned down again, laying a hand on Jen’s shoulder. “Okay, I will speak to the captain and get his permission first, it’ll take just two minutes. Just wait a few more minutes, alright?” Jen, her eyes full of tears, nodded weakly, unable to muster up the strength to even say a word.
The attendant return to her seat, where she quickly grabbed a phone hanging on the wall and dialed before putting it to her ear. She began speaking, her eyes glancing repeatedly at Jen as she explained the situation. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, although I did catch the words “bathroom” and “emergency”. After some back and forth, the call ended, and the receiver was placed back in the holder on the wall. Rising from her seat once again, the attendant promptly returned to Jen, leaning in to tell her the pilot’s response as I listened in. Is Jen going to be allowed to go at last?
“I spoke with the pilot,” the attendant began. “He said we just passed through the turbulence, and the seatbelt sign will go off in just a minute or two. After that you’re free to go, alright?”
Jen looked up at her, legs shaking furiously underneath her. “Can’t — can’t I just g-go now?” she managed to utter, her breath coming out in gasps.
“It’s just one more minute, okay?” the attendant reasoned, her tone soothing as if she were comforting a child. “You’re almost there, you’ll get to go very soon.” Jen sunk back into her seat, her head bent down as she fought to survive this final stretch, knowing that relief was so close. The attendant gave her once last glance before heading back to her seat. The seconds ticked by, and Jen’s eyes bore into the glowing seat belt sign; I could practically hear her internal screams at it to turn off so she could be free of this horrible suffering.
And then, as the attendant had promised, it happened.
Ding!
The sound echoed through the air, a soft pleasant note, lasting only for a second before it disappeared, but there was no question about what it meant. I heard Jen’s gasp, and I looked over to see that she had frozen in her seat, just for a second as she processed what had happened. But the realization came quickly: the seatbelt light was off at last, and she was finally free.
The loudspeaker turned on again as the pilot made another announcement about the end of the turbulence period, but Jen didn’t care one bit. Her hands flew to her belt, her fingers working furiously in her haste to get it off. In her frantic state, she could barely slow down enough to undo the mechanism, but after a quick battle she wrenched it apart, throwing the straps aside and freeing herself at last. Grasping onto the seat in front of her, she struggled to her feet, her knees glued together as she balanced precariously on the spot. A sudden pained expression came over her face, mixed with panic as, just for a moment, she was overcome by the full weight of her pressing bladder pushed down by gravity’s force. I held my breath, half-expecting the floodgates to burst open right then and there, resulting in a spectacular wetting right in front of my face. But somehow, she held on, displaying an impressive feat of strength. With no time to lose, Jen stumbled onto the aisle, still bent over at the waist, and began staggering down.
I sprang from my seat and immediately followed after her. I didn’t have to pee at all, but there was no way in hell I was going to miss the end of this show. Jen scurried down the aisle as fast as she could possibly go, but in her pitiful state, weighed down by the immense load of her bladder, the best she could manage was a slow hobble. She would pay for her lack of speed dearly. By the time she reached the bathroom, not only was it already occupied, but there was also a woman waiting in line as well. Since I was standing behind her, I couldn’t see her expression, but I could just about imagine the horror on Jen’s face when she saw this. My heart pounded with excitement as we came to a halt in the line, my mind running wild wondering what would happen. Would Jen manage to hold on until it was her turn, or would she… no, that couldn’t possibly happen…. could it? Given the way she was hobbling around in place, half-bent with her hands clasped between her thighs, it wouldn’t have been a stretch to say it could. Then again, she’d managed to hold it in for so long now, surely she could last just a few more minutes…
The person inside the bathroom was taking plenty of time doing their business, and Jen’s frustration was getting the better of her.
“Hurry up!” I heard her mutter through gritted teeth, her legs dancing in place as she bobbed up and down. Her accentuated movements were starting to draw glances from the surrounding passengers, but she didn’t seem to care one bit. She was at her absolute limit, holding on for dear life as she waited and waited for the bathroom to become free.
Finally, the door opened, and its occupant, a young girl, stepped out. The woman next in line began making her way forward. Just as she was about to step into the cubicle, however, she was brought to a halt by Jen, who’d suddenly reached out to grab her hand.
Jen looked up at the woman, her whole body trembling. “P-please, can… can I go in front of you…?” She indicated to the empty restroom, and although I couldn’t see her face, I knew her eyes were begging her. She’ll let Jen go, surely. Anyone can see just how desperate she is.
But the woman shook her head hurriedly. “I’m sorry, I really have to go as well. I’ll be quick, I promise!” She glanced back briefly with an apologetic expression before closing the door on Jen. The green lock on the door slid shut to the red occupied sign, leaving Jen hunched over, her torture unended. She leaned against the wall next to the door, her right hand fully squeezing her crotch, so tightly I could see the fabric of her pants stretching across her ass and thighs, being pushed up deep against her throbbing urethra. As she turned to the wall, I caught a glimpse of her face, and etched across every inch of it was absolute pain and despair. Suddenly, I saw her shudder, the expression on her face intensifying as she snapped both hands to her crotch, leading forward at the waist as she pushed with all her might. Even as I watched, a tear rolled down her soft cheek as she began to break down for good, her limit all but surpassed. I stared at her, suddenly apprehensive, as if I were looking at a bomb that was about to explode at any second. Is it actually going to happen? Oh my god, is she actually going to —
She exploded.
My breath caught in my throat, eyes opened wide in shock and awe as I witnessed one of the most incredible things I have ever seen in my life. An absolutely massive wave of pee burst forth, flooding right through her pants before pouring onto the ground below. Jen stood frozen in place in total shock, her hands still glued to her crotch as she desperately fought to hold it back, but her efforts were in vain. Her fight was over, she had lost. Her bladder burst totally and completely, an absolute torrent gushing straight down her legs as it drenched the entirety of her pants in mere seconds, splashing noisily onto the floor. Oh, the sound… it was loud. It wasn’t just some trickle of drops; it was a huge cascade, flowing down her legs like a great waterfall. Pee rained down between her legs like the rain of a torrential thunderstorm, powerful and endless, the splattering of urine onto the hard floor so loud it filled the entire cabin, drawing everyone’s attention. Jen stood bent over, utterly mortified, breaking into tears as onlookers gawked at the remarkable scene that was unfolding in front of them. But I had the best seat in the house, literally just a few feet away, nothing blocking my view as my eyes trained on the figure in front of me. The way she stood, with her knees glued together and bent slightly down, only made the mess even worse. Wave after wave of pee pooled up at the top of her thighs, oozing out through the pants’ fabric before sloshing down her thighs and onto the growing lake on the floor. I watched and watched, waiting for it to end, but it didn’t. On and on she peed, an utterly unfathomable amount of liquid pouring out of her, each and every drop splashing down to add to the ridiculous volume of liquid that gathered all over the floor around her. The urine had spread so much that I actually had to step back several feet just to avoid getting it all over my high heels. By the time the storm of her bladder finally came to an end, Jen stood shaking with sobs in the middle of a sea of her urine, leaning forward with her hands on her thighs as she hid her face in humiliation.
Before long, a group of flight attendants came hurrying down to address the situation, and I was quickly ushered back to my seat to clear the way so that the mess could be contained and cleaned. I sat in my seat, hardly able to believe what I had just seen, my heartrate still recovering from the excitement. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would witness that today when I had woken up this morning. But I did, and I saw everything, up close and personal. What an incredible sighting that had been. Although it was over, the image of Jen wetting herself in front of that bathroom was burned into my mind, and it was something that I would never forget.
The End |
(I wrote these a while back, and originally posted them to Ao3, but I decided to move them here too! First time posting my stories here, so I hope y'all enjoy!)
Story One: Bedwetting
It wasn’t easy to wake Kinana up. She worked hard enough at the Guild that when she fell asleep, she was out for a while. Especially when she was in the warm arms of her boyfriend, Cobra.
So when she woke up in the middle of the night, she knew something wasn’t right.
Kinana pushed herself up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, then stretched her arms over her head. Once she was awake enough to do so, she started looking around for what woke her up. She glanced down, noticing that the bed and part of her nightgown were damp.
She blushed. Did she wet the bed? She’s never done that before!
Wait..
Once Kinana got over her initial embarrassment, she realized that the wetness didn’t come from her. She glanced at Cobra curiously, then, not wanting to wake him, slowly pushed the blanket away.
The bed underneath him was soaked, with the wetness spreading from his pants.
“Oh, Erik..” she said quietly, feeling guilty. How would he react to that? She almost didn’t want to wake him, but she had to in order to clean him and the bed.
Kinana reached over, gently jostling Cobra awake. He jolted slightly, then blinked sleepily, “Hmnn..?”
“Erik.. You need to get up..”
“Mm..” he murmured, closing his eye again. Once her words registered in his sleepy mind, he pushed himself up with a yawn. “Wha’s wrong?” he slurred.
“Nothing’s wrong..” she said, climbing out of bed. He slowly followed suit, stretching and rubbing his eye, “What time is it..?” he murmured, shivering slightly when the cold air hit his wet pants. He blinked owlishly before glancing down at himself, then cried out, effectively startled awake when he saw the stain.
“O-oh no.. I didn’t..” Cobra glanced down at the bed, blushing a bright red when he saw the large wet stain. “No no no.. Kina, I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry!” he covered his face.
“Erik, sweetheart, it’s okay!” she grabbed his hands, pulling them away, “Look at me. It’s okay, I promise. These things happen.”
Cobra grimaced, unable to look her in the eye. Kinana pulled him into a hug, ignoring the wetness. “It’s okay. It can be cleaned. Go take a shower, and I’ll clean the bed, okay?”
“I-I should-”
“Shh.. I’ll take care of it. Just go get yourself cleaned up, alright?”
After a short moment, Cobra nodded shakily. “Y-yeah..”
He took a moment to get a change of clothes, then left the bedroom. It wasn’t long after he left that Kinana heard the shower running while she pulled the sheets off of the bed.
She sighed, still feeling guilty. Poor Cobra had been so upset when he saw what happened. She wondered what caused it. Maybe it was just a one-time thing. At least, she hoped it was just a one-time thing. She really didn’t like anything that made her friends upset, especially Cobra.
Kinana carried the sheet and blanket to the wash, then leaned against the machine with a heavy sigh. She started the machine when she heard the shower shut off, then went into the living room to wait.
She glanced up when she heard footsteps walk closer. Cobra stood behind the couch she was sitting on, leaning against the back. His new clothes were damp and his hair was still dripping wet.
The two of them sat in an uncomfortably long silence before Cobra spoke up, “I’m sorry…”
“Erik, you really don’t need to be so upset by it.. I promise, it’s okay-”
“No, it’s not!” he exclaimed, gripping the couch until his knuckles turned white. “I’m a grown man! I shouldn’t have just.. wet the bed like that..” He pressed a hand to his face, “It’s embarrassing..”
“Accidents happen,” Kinana assured. “These things happen to everybody. It’s really nothing to be ashamed of..” she reached up and cupped his face, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. “It was likely just a one-time thing. No need to fret over it..”
Cobra made a quiet, uncomfortable noise.
“Erik..?”
He looked away, face burning brightly, “It.. isn’t really..” he paused, grimacing. “It’s not.. all that much of.. a-a one-time thing…” he admitted quietly. He walked around, sitting down and holding his head in his hands.
Kinana moved closer to him, rubbing his back.
“It just.. happens every now and then.. I was really hoping that it wouldn’t happen tonight.. But..” he let out a heavy sigh, “No such luck..”
“Hmm..” Kinana looked away, lost in thought. “Maybe we should find a solution then..”
Cobra blinked, then groaned quietly, “I’m not sure I like what you have in mind..”
-
A week after the incident, Kinana walked into the house with a package in hand. She wasn’t entirely sure how to introduce Cobra to these just yet, but she couldn’t think of anything else that’d help.
She put the package down, opening it, then pulled out a smaller package, which was filled with adult-sized diapers.
Kinana knew Cobra could already hear what she was doing, so she quickly worked up the nerve to take them into the bedroom, where he was sitting on the bed, reading a book. He looked up when she walked in, eyeing the package warily, then sighed.
“I’m really sorry about this..” Kinana said, “But this was the only thing I could think of that’d help and.. I-it’s better than waking up to a wet bed, right..?”
“I just.. It’s really embarrassing.. I don’t want anybody to find out about this..” Cobra said, standing up and walking over.
“Nobody will find out! You only need to wear these at night. The only people who will know are just you and me,” Kinana assured.
Cobra slowly took the package from her, “I-I guess..” He turned it over in his hands, examining it, “Better to wet this than the bed.. I suppose..”
Kinana nodded, “Mhm! Nobody will notice a thing, I promise.”
Cobra nodded slightly. He really didn’t have anything to lose by doing this.
Except maybe some dignity..
-
Cobra laid in bed, tossing and turning, listening to the padded undergarment crinkle with every movement. “I.. I don’t know about this..” he said. “It’s so.. bulky.. and kinda loud..”
“The only people who can hear it are us,” Kinana assured. “It’s like we said before. It’s better to wet that than it is to wet the bed.”
“Yeah…” he gripped the blanket, pulling it up over his face.
She wanted to assure him that he’ll get used to it eventually, but that probably wasn’t something he wanted to hear, since it implied he would need them long enough in order to get used to it. Instead, she settled on, “This is only until we find a better, permanent solution.” She climbed into bed next to him.
“If there is one..” he sighed heavily, rolling onto his side to face Kinana. She moved closer to him, smiling as he wrapped an arm around her. She fell asleep against his chest.
When she woke up again later that morning, she quickly checked on Cobra, gently removing the blanket so as not to wake him. The diaper was slightly swollen and discolored, meaning he had wet during the night, but at least the bed was dry.
Kinana wasn’t sure how he’d feel about it. Would he be relieved that the bed was dry, or would he still be mortified that he had wet, regardless?
Either way, Kinana planned on being there with him so he didn’t have to deal with it alone. |
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