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Chapter 25
Pain...
Head ache to be more exact.
Was the first thing that Luna felt, her head was throbbing.
The light that came through the curtains felt way too bright and hurt her eyes, she turned around so she didn't have to look at the light.
Now she was facing Chloe who looked like she was still out cold, drooling on her pillow.
Luna started to fully wake up, recalling what had happened last night while she also noticed the pressure on her bladder, she needed to pee pretty bad.
It's only now that she remembered she was fully naked under the blankets, and so was Chloe who was laying right next to her.
She started blushing heavily when thinking back of last night, she could still recall the taste and texture of Chloe's pussy while eating her out, making her orgasm. Now without the effects of all the alcohol paired with the lack of horniness she felt some embarrassment about it.
She was reminiscing her mind shattering orgasm from getting her pussy eaten out, she had never experienced anything like it although she couldn't remember what had happened right after that, she must've fallen asleep instantly she figured.
She was letting her hand go over the sheets, surprisingly dry she thought, these beds were freaking fantastic, if you're fully naked and not in wet pyjamas it manages to completely dry up. After all, she remembered they had completely soaked the bed while making love.
Thinking of getting soaked, she got fluttering feelings in her stomach when she thought back of the moment Chloe was wetting her panties on top of her. “Oh god we really went all the way.”
More embarrassment now crept into her mind, remembering how they had attracted way too much attention by low key making love in the hot tub with loads of people having seen that.
"I'm never gonna drink any more alcohol for the rest of my life." Luna thought while suffering from a hangover.
"Water" She was thirsty as hell but luckily there was plenty of ice cold water in their mini fridge across the room but that meant getting out of bed, and right now she felt very naked... She wasn't really the bravest when it came to being nude around others.
Luna her internal voice was now starting to argue with her, "Stop being a chicken... it's okay if Chloe sees you naked, she literally stuck her tongue inside your vagina last night, it's safe to say she already has seen your private parts from up close."
Luna let out a groan, last night was truly amazing, but she was struggling a bit coming to terms that she has had full blown sex with another girl, and there was no sugar coating it.
Although in hindsight, all of that didn't matter because deep down she got a warm and fuzzy feeling in her stomach just from thinking about Chloe and what had happened last night, it was pushing away her embarrassment and was making her feel butterflies in her stomach. She had no regrets.
"So this is what love feels like."
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Luna carefully crawled out of bed to not wake up Chloe and tip toed towards the mini fridge, halfway there she realized her bladder was feeling more uncomfortably full than she thought. Maybe she should've just wet the bed once more, now that she thinks about it, they probably did wet the bed in their sleep anyway. On the other hand, their room toilet was closed as well as it was probably past morning already, shower was still an option...
Actually she already had a better idea... and naughtier as well.
Luna was uncomfortable while standing butt naked in the middle of the room, but that didn't stop her from pausing and gazing around their room, it looked like a mini tornado had gone through. How did her panties manage to get all the way on top of the cupboard? Chloe must have thrown them there by accident when she took them off of her.
Hold up, Chloe's panties were hanging off of the corner of the TV, how the hell did they get up there??
Luna blushed a little when she realised she must've thrown them up there when pulling them off from her.
The rest of their clothes were scattered everywhere, she recognized her bra laying under one of the chairs while Chloe's blouse somehow had managed to land on the other chair across the room. Chloe’s shorts ended up laying in the middle of the room and to Luna’s surprise her phone was laying a little bit further, she quickly picked it up and was just happy it wasn't broken or lost.
Luna got to the fridge, crouched and opened it to get the bottles of water out, she checked behind her to check on Chloe, who was still sleeping like a rock.
While still being crouched she relaxed her bladder.
*pssssshhh*
Relief washed over her as she was letting her morning pee pour out of her and stream onto the carpet, making a hissing sound throughout the room. A puddle was quickly forming and growing at her feet as she was emptying her entire bladder on the carpet in front of the mini fridge.
*psssh*
Almost a minute later her stream subsided, she felt naughty and slightly turned on letting her pee run freely like that.
Leaving a puddle she tip toed back to the bed with her phone and the bottles of water in her hands, trying to not make any further sounds. When she got back in bed, carefully to not wake Chloe, she quickly downed a whole 0.5L bottle of water, she really needed that... she started sipping from a second bottle already when she could feel sleepiness wash over her. She quickly dozed off again.
A while later Luna opened her eyes again and stretched her arms, slowly waking up, realizing she had dozed off. She quickly pulled up the sheets as she realized her chest was exposed and was greeted by Chloe who was laying next to her. Realizing she was also slowly waking up.
They looked at each other and started laughing, they were a complete mess.
They still had their messed up make up on from last night, paired with their hair being a complete mess, it looked hilarious.
Chloe let her gaze go around their room, seeing all the chaos she got a smile on her face.
"Damn so that really happened, this is the second time on this cruise that i wake up and think it was all probably a dream... awch... my head though"
Luna confirmed her own hangover while Chloe's gaze landed on the big wet spot on the carpet in front of their mini fridge. "Hold up, that wasn't there last night?"
Luna blushed a little bit about her naughty morning pee. "I woke up earlier and went for some water and i really needed to pee, i guess i was feeling a bit naughty."
"Damn that's hot!" Chloe's eyes widened as she said it. "Wish i could've seen that!"
Luna blushed shyly.
"I'm bursting to pee as well though." Chloe announced while yawning.
Luna sleepily said, "Just go in bed, i don't mind, you don't need to ask."
"I could do that... or i could also do it on the carpet? Should i?"
Now Luna's attention peeked, she didn't want to miss that show, Chloe fully nude and peeing the carpet is something that would come straight out of a wet dream.
"uhm... yes please! I definitely want to see that!"
"Damn, knowing you'll be watching is making me nervous though." Chloe shyly admitted.
Luna carefully pushed a little, "awww, i wanted to see that!"
After some more convincing Chloe finally got up out of bed. Luna her eyes were glued to Chloe and her body, fully naked she walked to the middle of the room and spread her legs.
"Oh god please stop staring, it's embarrassing!"
"I'm sorry it's hard not to!"
Luna was holding her breath as she watched, a few seconds later the first trickle dribbled on the carpet, soon followed by splattering when Chloe’s stream of pee hit the carpet.
Some of her pee went down her legs while most of it was spraying around on the carpet, soaking the carpet and her shorts that were still laying there.
Instantly Luna got turned on by this amazing sight and she couldn't resist, she started playing with her pussy under the blanket while watching her girlfriend stand fully naked, spraying her pee all over the carpet.
"Omg that's so freaking hot!" Luna squealed,
"Haha... hold on, are you playing with yourself right now?"
"uhm... no?" Luna lied while she could already feel her face get completely red.
Chloe was done peeing and crawled back in bed and got next to Luna while she looked at her.
"Luna... you're a terrible liar!" Chloe said while laughing out loud. "It's totally fine, you don't need to be embarrassed about it!"
"In fact, it's kinda hot!" Chloe admitted,
Luna felt a bit shy about it although she knew Chloe was being honest.
Chloe invited Luna in an embrace and while being shy about the fact they both weren’t wearing a single piece of clothing, she gladly accepted.
She was surprised at herself how comfortable she was with laying right next to her, in fact she really enjoyed the feeling of their naked bodies against each other.
They lazily stayed in bed while cuddling and talking about stuff, after last night it was easier for both girls to talk about more intimate stuff about each other, Luna loved how much she was learning about Chloe.
Although Luna already had a pretty good guess about this, Chloe admitted last night was her first time ever.
Luna talked about how it was her first time getting her pussy eaten and how much she had loved it.
Then Chloe revealed something that was a total surprise to Luna.
"Until yesterday i was kinda scared, because on the same day we first kissed at the party, you said afterwards you were still very conflicted about having a girlfriend. I could tell you were struggling with your feelings and I just kept wondering. What if she changes her mind or was wrong about her feelings and after the cruise ends, just gets back with some guy."
Chloe let out a long sigh, "I have gotten so used to feeling miserable that when I’m actually happy i get this uneasy feeling that it's only temporary, and you have no idea how happy you've made me lately! I think I’m just scared of losing you."
Luna could feel herself become emotional over Chloe opening up about herself.
"But then what you said yesterday in the pool, made me realize I’m worrying for nothing." Chloe started blushing while finishing her little story.
"Well i was pretty drunk to be honest." Luna joked, while quickly adding, "Don't worry, i still love you."
Chloe responded with her trademark smile, "Love you too."
Now it was Luna's time to admit that she was really shy being naked, and scared of having to get out of bed right now.
"That's so cute!" Chloe responded.
"And if I’m completely honest, i loved what happened last night but I’m also pretty embarrassed about it, i never thought i would go that far." Luna admitted.
Luna explained and admitted how she was struggling a little with coming to terms with having had sex last night, it suddenly all went a little bit fast. But Chloe immediately comforted her.
"I don't mind at all if you want to take it a bit slower from now on, just tell me."
Chloe did a fantastic job comforting Luna, she was already feeling a lot better about it all.
"And don't worry about earlier," Chloe almost whispered in her ear, "You don't need to be embarrassed about it, in fact i love it that you were playing with your pussy earlier."
Luna couldn’t help getting flustered in the moment.
After a while longer they decided it was time to get up and take a shower, after their late night activities it was definitely needed. When Luna asked who was gonna shower first she got greeted with a mischievous smile on Chloe's face when she asked,
"If you want to, we could shower together."
Luna's eyes widened, the idea was definitely scary at first, but after their intimate talk and Chloe's comforting about her shyness she felt like taking a leap and accepted.
They both got out of bed while naked and went on their way to the shower, but halfway through Luna suddenly stopped, "I kind of have to pee again actually."
Chloe got a mischievous grin on her face that Luna had seen a few times before already.
"Just go on the carpet, no need to be shy about it!"
In fact Luna was shy about it, but she was also getting aroused by the simple idea of peeing on the carpet in the middle of the room while Chloe is watching her. Seconds later she had made up her mind.
"God that's so hot!" Chloe squealed,
Luna was happily emptying her bladder in the middle of the room, adding her own pee to the puddle Chloe had made earlier.
Man she loved this cruise and everything on it.
After leaving a big puddle in the middle of the room they both got in the shower, helping each other wash of the remains of their last night love making while Luna was getting more comfortable with being naked with Chloe with each passing second.
After just a few minutes they were already cuddling under the shower, Luna felt herself getting more and more comfortable, exploring each others body while enjoying the warm shower. Cuddling turned into making out and Luna liked how she could feel Chloe starting to reach for her butt, both were feeling turned on again by this point but decided that this was enough fun in the shower for now, although Luna caught herself wishing it had turned into more sex.
They dried themselves off and started looking on what to wear, which was quite different from last few days, normally they would give each other privacy by one of them going into the bathroom to get dressed.
Now both were only wearing panties while poking in each others suitcases to pick out what the other was gonna wear today.
Luna got hold of one of Chloe's jeans, she recognized it as she remembered her wearing it sometimes, it was tight fitting and showed off her ass fantastically.
"I love it when you wear these jeans, your ass looks amazing in them! It would be cool to see you wet them!" Luna was being bold at this point, but she felt completely comfortable with Chloe.
"Aren't we roughly the same size?" Chloe said, "Why don't you wear them!"
"Am i allowed to wet in them?"
"Of course!"
In the end they got dressed and Luna was wearing Chloe's jeans and top while Chloe was wearing one of Luna's jeans and one of her shirts.
They were just messing around but having a great time while Luna felt like the worst of her hangover was already gone.
They got to cleaning up their room once they got clothed but not before Chloe started laughing and asked how Luna had managed to get her panties on top of the TV.
Just as everything was tidy again someone knocked on their door, not knowing who it was they opened and got surprised by Peyton, Liv and Jake. Apparently they were going around the ship and were about to go have early lunch (they had missed breakfast) And wondered if they were still in their room as they passed it anyway on their way to the restaurant.
To be fair the timing was perfect as they were getting hungry so they were about to go on their way when suddenly they heard their names as they stepped out of their door.
"Are you two Luna and Chloe?"
"Yes" Luna recognized the man from a few days ago, he was their... neighbour... She instantly realized what this was about...
"Next time if you decide to have sex in the middle of the night, could you be a little bit more quiet. My two children couldn't sleep until hours into the night and i had to answer some very difficult questions this morning!"
Luna could feel herself sink through the floor from embarrassment. And still sinking... sinking down through the floors of the ship....
The man then started doing an impression of them with a high pitched voice while moaning "Ooooh Chloe!!! Oooooh Luna, stop I’m about to come!!!!"
Peyton, Liv and Jake where standing with open mouths and shocked expression at what the man was saying.
"And you both being girls doesn't make it any easier to explain!!" He ended his rant with this and slammed his door shut leaving Luna and the others in shock.
Luna was still sinking... her embarrassment was endless, she was now sinking down the ocean... all the way down until she reached the bottom of the ocean, sitting with the fishes... she wished she could stay on the bottom of the ocean there, so she didn't need to face this embarrassment.
Peyton, Liv and Jake had tears rolling off their cheeks, laughing their asses off so hard they couldn't breath and were wheezing. Chloe had a slight grin on her face, she could see the funny side of this, but Luna felt bad and extremely embarrassed. She wanted to get a move on and go to the restaurant so she could try to forget this ever happened, but Peyton, Liv and Jake were laughing so hard they could barely stand up let alone walk.
When suddenly Peyton blurted out,
"I'm pissing myself!"
None of them had expected this, at least not from Peyton, she was wearing a really cute and lose white skirt and they could all see how she was standing with her legs crossed while pee was flowing from under her skirt and down her legs.
Surprisingly she was still laughing with tears coming out of her eyes while she was still clearly going in her panties. Jake laughed even more while Liv suddenly went from laughing mode into shocked mode in less than a second.
Luna and Chloe were intrigued, especially when Peyton didn't seem to care nearly as much as she usually would.
"Omg i can't believe i just pissed myself!" Peyton almost shouted,
They all finally got their shit together and had stopped laughing while Peyton was shaking of the last drops off of her legs, luckily she didn’t have socks on and was wearing flip flops so it didn't matter as much that they had gotten wet.
"Peyton are you okay?" Liv asked worried as if a horrible event had just taken place.
Jake comforted her, "Don't worry about it, it's not a big deal, in fact it made everything even funnier!"
At least this had changed the focus away to a different event, Luna felt lucky.
"Luckily it's just your panties, it's not like other people will see." Chloe added.
Peyton was still standing in the small puddle she had made, when she sheepishly said,
"Well... I’ve seen you guys wet your pants so many times by now." Peyton reasoned , "I guess wet panties isn't that special, right?"
"If you say so, i guess?" Liv answered reluctantly,
The others all agreed with what Peyton just said, even Jake.
“Hey don’t worry about it.” Luna comforted,
"I do want to go and change these wet panties though..."
"Lets pass by Vicky and Selena first then." Luna added.
They decided to walk along as the room of Vicky and Selena wasn't that far away from theirs, and as they hadn't heard from them yet they could just as well go knock. On the way there the others were still teasing Luna and Chloe about what they had just heard.
"So how was the rest of the party after I left?" Peyton finally asked,
"Very eventful." Luna answered truthfully but didn't go further into it, she felt like after what happened recently she had had enough embarrassing things been known about them.
Soon they all stood in front of Vicky and Selena’s door and knocked but nobody opened. Just as they thought they weren't in their room they heard some movement going on behind the door.
Suddenly the door opened a crack and they could see Selena's head poke out, her hair looked terrible and she still had her messed up make up from last night on. She looked horrible...
Selena answered in a sleepy voice "Oh it's you guys, uhm, right now is not really..."
They'll never know what she was about to say because at that moment Peyton suddenly barged in, "Guys hurry up and get dressed! I'm getting hungry!"
They all followed without giving it a second thought and before they knew it they were standing in the middle of the room.
They were taking in the contents of the room and slowly letting the scene sink in.
Clothes were spread out everywhere across the room, and were that panties on the floor laying in front of them?
Vicky was still in bed, covering herself with the blanket with a horrified look on her face, she also didn't look any better than Selena. On second glance, shockingly they could tell she was naked under the blanket, and so was Selena who was covering herself with only a blanket. And then it dawned on the group...
"Hold up..." Peyton said while her eyes were widening in shock.
"Holy shit you guys..." Luna said,
Chloe had a hard time holding in her laughter, "Guess we're not the only ones who had a great time last night!"
"Wait... the two of you?? I could expect it from Luna and Chloe... But you guys?!!" Peyton was shouting from shock.
"Why? How?!" Liv added,
"I don't know." Vicky said with a rasp voice, "I can't remember shit."
"Please don't be so loud, my head hurts." Selena said in a low voice.
"Damn you girls are wild." Jake said with a stupid grin on his face.
When things finally cooled down (Vicky and Selena hadn’t answered a single question yet.) Peyton, Liv and Jake decided to go on to the restaurant while Luna and Chloe decided to wait up for Selena and Vicky, mostly because Luna wanted to avoid getting teased more by the other group.
By the time they got ready it seemed their hangover had gotten a bit better already, they met each other outside their room.
"So..." Luna started,
"Please don't." Vicky said, clearly still embarrassed,
"We don't want to talk about it." Selena quickly added.
Chloe couldn't resist, "But at least you enjoyed yourselves right?"
"Shut up." Both Selena and Vicky answered at the same time.
Luna and Chloe glanced at each other and grinned, but they decided to drop it as both girls seemed to be seriously embarrassed at what had happened.
They weren't feeling it yet to go eat and instead they found this really cool bar out on the deck that was selling all sorts of freshly made juices and smoothies, they went with some infused water with all sorts of fruits to shake off their hangovers.
The infused water with fruits was doing wonders for their hangovers and they started to enjoy their time at the bar out in the sun, they got another drink and ended up staying for a while longer.
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When they had enough of the infused drinks they finally left the bar and got on their way to the restaurant to get lunch, as they left Luna announced she needed the bathroom, as her bladder was starting to fill at a pretty fast rate by now. The others all acknowledged their own needs.
“Hey guys, remember the toast we all did yesterday night?” Vicky suddenly said,
“Yes.” They all acknowledged while Luna already knew where this was headed, at least she was kind of hoping it would.
Vicky asked energetic, “If the toilet at the restaurant is red or the line is too long we skip it entirely! What do you guys say?”
The restaurant in question they were going to was the main and biggest one on the ship, and at this hour it will be full of people. Knowing that, it’s almost impossible the line at that toilet wouldn’t be long at this point as a ton of people would gather there at this hour.
Luna started to feel a bit nervous but she agreed, and so did the others so they went on their way.
Arriving at the restaurant none of them got surprised when they saw the massive line at the toilets, they walked past it without missing a beat and towards the entrance of the restaurant.
Selena asked worried, “Guys are we really doing this? I really need to pee right now and look at how many people are in there.”
Luna completely understood Selena’s worries, it was in the middle of the day and she could see it was packed with families, couples, elderly people and children alike. All types of people were enjoying their lunch and on top of that, it was an open space with mostly regular tables with chairs and sometimes a couch so they would have minimal cover even if they would wet themselves on their seats. If they would wet their pants a lot of people would notice for sure.
“Remember what we said last night?” Vicky asked while grinning, “About chickening out?”
“Oh so you do remember some things from last night!” Chloe joked.
Oh Luna definitely remembered, and sure Luna was nervous about what they were about to do.
But she was so much more excited in comparison!
“Lets just do it, it’s really not a big deal if people see us wet ourselves!” Vicky added.
Chloe added her own words of encouragement, “Agree, we wet ourselves so many times yesterday, we shouldn’t worry and just let ‘go’ in our pants!”
A grin came on Selena’s face, “I was just checking if you guys weren’t chickening out!”
Selena casually added, “Alright, lets just wet our pants once we’re sitting down at the table.”
They all agreed in unison.
“Good idea, because I really need to pee.” Luna added,
All sorts of emotions were rushing through Luna as they entered the buffet style restaurant, one by one they picked their utensils and plate and waited in line. Vicky was first in line, followed by Selena, then Chloe and Luna being the last of the group.
It was clear Vicky was feeling herself the most confident right now, actually with previous wettings it was often Vicky that would wet herself first, she was more confident about it than the others, which made sense knowing she had grown up in a household where it wasn’t frowned upon to wet your pants.
But Luna wasn’t gonna lose to Vicky this time! She wasn’t gonna wait until they would sit down at a table to wet herself, she was feeling cheeky and wanted to let out a few spurts in her pants right now, having that nice wet feeling in her crotch.
Somehow, in the moment Luna felt it was less embarrassing for her to wet herself than what had happened earlier with the neighbour, in fact she didn’t mind that much being seen with a wet spot on her pants right now.
Luna tried to relax her bladder but nothing came out... stage fright? After all, there were a lot of people around, including an old couple right behind her that were also standing in line. But that wasn’t gonna stop her!
Luna licked her lips and gave a push, letting out a spurt of pee in her panties, dampening them.
It felt good but surely letting out more would feel better, this probably wasn’t even enough to show a wet spot on her jeans, correction, Chloe’s jeans.
Her excitement was building, with shaky hands she picked up a piece of bread and put it on her plate.
She moved up in line and was now standing in front of the salad bar.
Her heart was pounding in her chest when she started pushing again, this time she felt like letting out more than before, knowing it would cause a visible wet spot only made her more aroused.
She enjoyed the feeling of warm pee, soaking through her panties and into her jeans.
For a brief moment she had felt the familiar warm glow in her panties that she loved so much, she was already looking forward to emptying the rest of her bladder knowing how good it would feel.
While putting a salad together on her plate she checked her crotch, she could see a wet spot that was still soaking and slowly expanding in her jeans from her long spurt, it was about the size of a baseball.
The line slowed down now, they had to wait for people in front of them while picking out their food.
Meanwhile while waiting Luna started feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside, she wanted to let out more. In fact she could feel her bladder start to relax on it’s own.
Luna started to zone out, with a calm feeling coming over her when in a matter of seconds, her hands stopped shaking. Realizing she wasn’t bothered if people would see her wet pants, even if she released more.
She relaxed and let out another big spurt in her pants, enjoying her pee streaming in her already soaked panties. She glanced down to see her pee stain was growing bigger again, yet she felt perfectly calm about it while enjoying herself. She was wetting her pants right here next to the buffet with loads of people around her and it was making her feel euphoric at this point!
She could feel her bladder start to relax on it’s own again, although this time she didn’t feel like fighting it, so what if people would see her wet her pants? At this point it wasn’t a big deal any more! A shiver went down her spine knowing what she was about to do.
Without any hesitation she relaxed and let her pee stream in her panties, making her pussy get engulfed in warm wetness, glancing down she could already see the wetness spreading all over her crotch. And yet, she didn’t feel like stopping, in fact, she felt comfortable about letting it flow while enjoying it!
A blissful feeling washed over her as she could now feel her pee was spreading to her butt while also going down to her knees.
“Ah what the heck, it feels amazing so why would she stop now?” In a whim she completely relaxed her bladder...
*psssssssh*
Luna loved how she could hear herself pissing her pants while feeling her pee stream cascading down her legs, and she wasn’t even thinking of stopping her flow, she was gonna empty her bladder right here and now.
Her pee had reached her shoes now while also soaking her socks when she noticed the others were looking at her with a surprised expression, a second later they all got a grin on their face when they could see Luna was enjoying herself.
Luna couldn’t help it and a grin came over her face, she was relishing this moment. With her mouth slightly open, shoulders dropped, completely in the moment of wetting herself, soaking her pants and creating a big puddle where she stood.
When she was done and had pushed out the last spurt into her panties she let out a loud sigh.
“Holy shit that felt amazing!”
People were now staring and whispering... how could they not, she was standing in her own puddle in soaking wet faded jeans that showed the wet stain very clearly, anyone could tell she had just wet herself.
Although knowing that, it didn’t take away how great it had felt for Luna... funny enough, she still felt no regret about emptying her bladder on a whim.
Suddenly she heard from behind her, “Did that girl just have an accident?”
“I don’t think that was an accident sweetheart.”
Luna turned around and quickly apologized but surprisingly the old couple waved it away saying it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Even though people were looking at her, for some reason she didn’t really feel embarrassed about this, or rather, she felt a weird kind of proud of what she had done.
“Damn Luna, that must’ve felt great!” Chloe blurted out,
Luna sheepishly nodded while blushing.
“And i thought i was being bold!” Vicky said,
Vicky turned around and showed off her own wet spot on her crotch about the size of a baseball, which now looked silly compared to the soaked jeans of Luna.
Now the employee behind the counter chimed in, “Girl, you have some serious guts to wet yourself on purpose like that!”
Once again Luna apologized for what she had done.
“No no, it’s fine, you don’t need to apologize for it!” The man said, “Now what would you like to eat?”
Luna was savouring the moment, her wet panties were clinging to her skin while the cool touch of her wet jeans reminded her of how anyone could see that she had wet herself on purpose.
They all took their sweet time and continued through the buffet, picking out what ever they wanted. Surprisingly Luna felt comfortable in her wet jeans while she realised she wasn’t the only one.
She noticed Selena and Chloe were enjoying some spurts in their pants as well, by now they had a decent sized wet spot on their own pants, on top of that it was funny to see Chloe wearing her jeans and having a wet patch on them.
She could tell the others were also enjoying themselves and weren’t bothered with people seeing it.
Luna noticed how Vicky was squirm ish when standing next to her at the buffet, “Need to pee that bad?” Luna asked,
“Yea kinda,” Vicky answered, “actually.”
When suddenly Vicky briefly turned to Luna, spread her knees a little, and promptly pushed a long spurt into her pants. Luna could hear a brief hissing sound with drops of pee falling straight to the ground.
The wet patch of Vicky glistened and got much bigger, it was already spreading all over her crotch by now.
The look on Vicky’s face showed how much she was enjoying this, Luna could see she was really aroused by now so she decided to poke a little.
“Trust me, It feels even better if you let it all out.” Luna said
“Ah screw it, I know you’re right!” Vicky suddenly blurted out,
Vicky moved on to the next section of the buffet, making it that she was standing with her back to Luna.
A few seconds later Luna could hear the hissing start, the small wet spot on Vicky’s butt started to grow while pee started cascading down her jeans, making it shiny from wetness. It was clear she just felt like relieving her full bladder and didn’t seem to care any more if people were looking. While Vicky was midstream Selena popped up next to them.
“Omg you guys seriously can’t even wait until we get to our table?” Selena laughed,
Vicky finished in her pants and let out a “aaaaah”, without any shame. When they all had the food they wanted they went on and found themselves a free table.
The moment they were all seated Chloe suddenly blurted out,
“Oh god I need to pee so bad!” without hesitating she let out a long sigh, “aaaaah yes.”
Chloe sat reclined on her chair, legs spread and was relieving herself in her pants, pee was pouring from her chair and making a puddle on the ground while her pants were getting more and more soaked with each second. She wasn’t even fully done yet or Selena had started to relieve herself as well where she was sitting.
Luna could see how her girlfriend was completely soaking her loaned jeans and couldn’t stop smiling, they were having a great time right now and were completely ignoring the people who were staring at them.
Some people were chuckling, some were debating about it being between crazy and normal on this cruise, others were discussing how that might actually be a better idea than standing in that long ass line. But in the end, some people seemed to agree with what they had just done and they didn’t get in trouble with it at all.
When Selena and Chloe were done peeing they all started eating their lunch when suddenly,
“Hey where did you get that? I didn’t see that lying around.” Selena pointed at a waffle that was laying on Luna’s plate,
Luna pointed to where she found it and Selena cursed.
“Shit, i want one too but I literally just pissed myself.”
They figured Selena was just a tad too shy to walk through the restaurant back to the buffet in soaked pants, which was understandable.
Vicky comforted, “Don’t worry about people seeing your wet pants, it really doesn’t matter.”
“Just go and get the waffle.” Chloe said, “I’ve had one yesterday, they’re really good.”
After a few seconds of weighing her options Selena suddenly stood up,
“Screw it, it doesn’t matter, i want one of those waffles!”
They kept eating their food while they watched Selena walk back to the buffet, the entire back of her jeans was completely soaked. Her butt wiggled a little bit while walking and Luna and Chloe had noticed how Vicky’s eyes followed Selena.
While Chloe still had food in her mouth, “So tell us Vicky, how was she in bed?”
Vicky almost choked on her food while Luna was laughing hard, once she recovered she reluctantly explained.
“We we’re drunk as hell and neither of us can really remember.” Vicky explained shyly, “It was a one time thing, whatever that may have been.”
“Alright then, keep your secrets.” Luna joked,
She had a pretty good idea that they did remember at least enough to know what happened but were using it as an excuse. But oh well, it’s understandable if they want to keep it to themselves.
Selena came back with her waffles and while eating they talked about everything that had happened yesterday night while also thinking of plans on what to do today.
“I can’t believe what you two did in the hot tub last night!” Vicky said with raised voice,
“Hehe, yea that happened.” Luna chuckled while blushing, “So that you still remember?”
“I remember everything until the moment I entered our room.” Vicky explained,
How convenient.
“But you two were already having fun in the hot tub as well,” Chloe now pointed out, “I mean it when i say this, you don’t need to be embarrassed about it!”
Selena and Vicky were definitely embarrassed about it, Luna and Chloe both also promised they won’t tell any one at their school what had happened, (although they can’t promise that for Peyton and Liv of course.) Which Selena and Vicky thanked them for.
Now that they had started talking Luna and Chloe kept cautiously asking about last night, Vicky claimed it was a one time thing that’ll never happen again and concluded with saying she was straight.
Selena didn’t answer immediately, and after assuring her once more they’ll keep all of it a secret Selena admitted.
“After last night I’m pretty sure I’m bi... I hope that’s ok.” Selena admitted shyly,
Luna got surprised while Chloe said she had heard her say it last night in the hot tub. They both reassured her it was all fine.
Selena now directed herself to Vicky, “I still see you as my best friend so please don’t get any weird ideas! Although I can’t deny i really enjoyed last night, so I’m a bit confused about everything right now.”
“Wait so you do remember last night?” Chloe asked surprised,
Selena said while starting to blush heavily, “Yea some of it, but not gonna say anything.”
They continued to try getting more out of her but she wouldn’t budge, so the conversation carried over towards what they were gonna do after this.
“So what do you guys want to do after this?”
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All four of them were hanging out in the swimming pools, enjoying the slides and various other activities.
Occasionally going to the bar for drinks or ice cream. They had all agreed on the swimming pool, as they hadn’t nearly spend enough time there yet. They had all walked to their room in pissed pants to get changed into their bikini’s and fresh clothes.
Funnily enough, after a while of swimming they ended up in exactly the same hot tub as yesterday.
“Don’t be embarrassed if you two want to make out!” Chloe shouted loud enough so surrounding people probably heard it.
“Shut up!” Selena and Vicky said simultaneously, followed up by Vicky saying. “Hey you two, try not to have sex in public this time!”
They kept making fun of each other for a while for what had happened last night, when suddenly Chloe spoke up.
“I love how you just pissed yourself earlier like it wasn’t a big deal.”
Vicky chimed in, “And you were clearly enjoying it!”
Luna started to blush a little before answering, “I did, and I have no regrets!”
The others all agreed with having no regrets,
“It’s so much nicer not having to worry about toilets with this drug, and I’ll admit, it feels really nice to just let go in my pants.” Selena admitted nonchalantly.
The others all agreed again, not ashamed of admitting they liked it.
Luna added, “I’m already looking forward to doing it again when we get out of the pool.”
The others eagerly agreed.
“Proposition,” Chloe started, “We empty our bladders right now here in the hot tub, order fresh drinks and not pee any more until we leave and go changed.”
“So get changed in our clothes with a full bladder and just piss ourselves straight away?” Luna questioned.
“Exactly!”
Luna could already feel the excitement building... It wasn’t even about the convenience any more, they just simply enjoyed wetting their pants!
The four girls emptied whatever was in their bladders in the hot tub and ordered fresh drinks from one of the employees walking around.
They were already looking forward to the next time they would have to pee, knowing it was gonna be in their fresh clothes.
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Clothing Worn in this Chapter
Upper Body: blue bra, white T-shirt, black biker’s jacket
Lower Body: blue panties, black jeans and belt
Hands: Black leather gloves
Feet: White Socks, Black Running Shoes
Chapter 1: Vicky’s First Job, A Simple Home Invasion... Right?
Hello all! My name is Vicky. This will be a record of all my thieving achievements for when I eventually become the greatest master of shadows in the world! I may only be 18 and fresh outta school but I got a knack for sticky fingers in more ways than one.
Muahahahahaha!
At least I hope so. I’m live streaming this somehow with some technology from some future so who knows what’ll happen? Ehh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. My first ever job is a simple one anyway, gotta start off small after all.
So what’re we doing tonight Internet? Well... lemme tell ya.
There’s this small home in some rich abandoned suburbs that’s been rather infamous in my hometown for awhile. All the local thiefs from the municipal thieves guild have told me to stay the hell away from this place. But I’ve ignored them, they’re all superstitious losers as far as I’m concerned.
They say the place is haunted and still occupied by some spirits, pff as if. Ghosts aren’t real. Alas there is a prize inside this small wrongfully feared house.
A one-of-a-kind 24 karat gold Mario Bros. NES Cartridge worth about $20000 dollars. Woo wee! If I could steal it and sell it I’d be the talk of the underworld! In.. my small town of about 2000 people.
But still, as I said, it’s a start. And 20K would be enough for me to leave home and go see the world! The amount of artifacts around the globe for me to take are downright endless. I’d be a million-billionaire in no time flat!
But alas it now begins, my first heist ever. Should be simple enough. I’ve trained for hours for this moment... I should be ok. The house itself is.. relatively normal looking. A basic blue and white color scheme, a lit front porch. Two stories, a garage-door half rusted with age.
Hmm. The home is still getting power. Interesting. I wasn’t expecting that. Regardless, in the field of battle, things can change. I have to adapt. I sneak to the left side of the house and try to open a couple windows. Both of them are locked. Darn. I go to the front again and make my way to the right side of the house. Both ground floor windows are also shut tight.
Well I shouldn’t assume it would have been that easy to get in. That’s ok.. I have one more solid plan up my sleeve. To the back of the house! In the overgrown backyard there’s a huge cellar door in the ground, locked of course. But I check out the two back windows and thankfully the second one is open!
Yehoo!
Phew I was almost outta options there. Maybe I should bring a lockpick next time?
...
Nah, I’d have to learn how to use one. Too much work.
Anyway the window is small but I should be able to fit through. I’m a hot 10/10 babe afterall in my humble opinion, I’m thin as a rake. I lay down on the ground on my stomach and begin to work my way to the window.
Ok.. here... we... go.
I slip my head and arms into the house. Below me there’s an old yet bare workshop table that I can put my gloved hands on. Perfect. The dust I kick up makes me cough but I can bear it. My boobs grunt a little bit but I manage to slip them through. Excellent.
Just a little more to go now and I’ll be insid-
As soon as I think that I feel something behind me getting stuck. I grunt and I pull but nothing happens.
Dammit my ass is too big and juicy! I can’t fit through!
Wait a second my ass isn’t even touching the window yet... I think it’s my belt that got stuck on something. Shit. This is bad. I’ve gotta keep moving but I’m legit stuck. I try to pull myself through for about half an hour and don’t seem to be getting any closer.
That’s when I notice that I kinda have to pee. My crotch and butthole tighten slightly when my brain notices that I have to use the bathroom. Great, just great.
I guess I have no choice. I have to go back to the yard and try to find another way in... maybe pee in the tall grass beforehand... I hate not using a toilet but man I didn’t notice just how much I had to go until now.
Before I can change my mind though I hear a loud RIIPP and I smack into the table and roll onto the cold hard concrete.
Ow... Ow ow... dammit! That was loud! Shit! Good thing nobody lives here. As I assess the new situation I notice that the window has slammed shut... and my pants are caught inside of it. I look down and notice my fine legs and blue panties staring back up at me.
Oh my god I have no pants on.. and I’m not at home! What the fuck is happening?
I moan lightly and reflexively grab my crotch and am quickly reminded of my need to piss. Fuck. Besides that my body seems to be ok. Let me just calm down and analyze the situation. It’s what I’m good at. The only way out is forward... yeah. I’ll just go upstairs, search for a oldass bathroom and pee in a broken toilet. As gross as that’ll be it’ll be better than pissing outside. Then I’ll be able to resume my search for the treasured NES cart.
Ok, we have a new plan! We should be fine now.
...
Or that’s what I would say if I didn’t hear the loud creek of the basement door opening. Oh shit!
I do my best to hide myself beneath the basement stairs, laying flat on my stomach and hiding myself with old dusty boxes I stay as still as possible as I see warm light pouring into the cellar.
Warm... fuck my crotch is feeling fuzzy. I almost have to be so bad that I can’t think straight!
It’s ok... just endure it.
An old man slowly works his way down the stairs and a loyal senior bloodhound follows closely behind him.
Shit... this place is occupied! The rumors of ghosts were all bullshit some gross ass fat old man lives here! What the fuck?
“Hello?” The old man shouts out. “Anybody dere?”
The dog sniffs around and the old man turns his head to the left and the right. My bladder feels very swollen. I almost want to piss right now just to make the annoying pain go away but I resist.
“Must’ve been those dang rats again...” The senile fart sighs and begins to walk his way up the stairs.
Phew... they left.
Wait... they’re not gone. The dog is still downstairs, sniffing away. God dammit dog go away!
I continue to lay there, my stomach flat to the ground. My blue panties would shimmer against the moonlight if they could. I’m scared. Sorta scared, sorta horny but in a lot of pain. The fuck is wrong with me?
As much as I panic and beg inside the dog doesn’t go away. He sniffs and sniffs and pushes the boxes aside and seems to have found me.
Shit, it’s over! I’ve been caught!
... Which is what I would say if the dog howled out to alert his master. But he didn’t. He just stares at me intently. Either me or my panties I can’t tell which. The fuck?
I cry softy and whimper and I feel a slight drip come out of my pussy. Fuck I pee’d a little. I really REALLY have to go.
The dog seems to smile... smile?
He puts his nose directly over my underwear covered butthole and takes a big loud sniff. I nearly yelp in surprise.
“Beg your pardon young miss” The dog speaks, the dog freaking speaks English. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen a cute and young ass I couldn’t help myself. Nice panties.”
I’m in complete shock that I can’t even speak. I sit up, groaning in pain as the dog continues to admire my lower body. Great, a pervert and a talker? What the actual fuck am I in a Disney porno movie or what is going on?
“I hope I’m not intruding but I’ve taken from your smell that you really need to take a leak.” The Dog continues, “There’s a bathroom on the second floor that you can use. Don’t worry the old man can’t hear a damn thing he won’t hear you go up and piss out a river.”
I’m just about to oddly thank this alien beast of a canine but then he concludes.
“Just hand over your jacket and shirt, I’d love to see you pee but I’m not that cruel. Seeing a fine young lady like you in her underwear though ahh, that’d give me such joy.”
I’m flabbergasted. The perverted sentient dog wants my shirt off. Of course he does. Why wouldn’t he. Could this evening get any worse?! Yes... yes it could.
“You’re a sicko.” I manage to grumble.
The pain in my abdomen is so intense by now though that I instinctively listen to him and give him my jacket and shirt. I’m now in my underwear watching a literal dog leer at me. Gross.
“Ok you may go.” He snickers.
I didn’t even know dogs could laugh.
Without thinking about it too hard I get up and bolt up the cellar stairs. My clit lips are absolutely throbbing but it shouldn’t be too long now before I find the room I need. I run up the second story stairs on all fours like some kinda kid and that’s when my real trial begins.
Without warning, four robotic arms grab me. Two hold onto my wrists and two hold onto my calves.
I don’t even know what’s happening anymore what the fuck is up with this creepy ass house?!
I hear a loud slow clap and a laughter that chills me to the bone. Bright lights suddenly go off all around me and I’m completely lit up and exposed.
“The rat has been caught.” I hear the old geezer laugh. “Good work boy.”
The dog simply barks.
When my eyes adjust to the light I notice that the old man is fully naked and fully erect. Gross. I am completely repulsed by him. Everything except for the smell of his dic- dammit Vicky! Focus girl!
“What do you want with me?” I manage to groan out while squeezing my clit together as hard as I can. “Don’t do anything or I’ll call the police!”
“Girl,” The old man grins. “You broke into my house... who's side do you think the police will take?”
I suddenly fill up with fear. I could die tonight after being raped over and over.
“Don’t worry.” The senile shit assures me. “I won’t kill you... or rape you. I merely wanna watch.”
“Watch what?” I blurt out.
“Watch you struggle. Watch you piss yourself. Watch that sweet orgasmic face of yours light up once you finally get blissful relief.”
The true horror of my situation finally hits me. I’m not going to find that toilet am I?
The old man walks downstairs and the robotic hands lead me to a kitchen floor. The appendages force me to have my head down and my ass up. This is so embarrassing fuck! I can’t hold it much longer!
The gray grandpa starts to masturbate and I turn away with a bright red face.
“Dog.” He orders. “Begin.”
Begin?? Begin what??
I groan in agony. The dog carefully takes off my black running shoes, socks and gloves. It only takes a minute but with my pussy about to explode it feels like hours. Surely my panties are very wet now from the small spurts of pee I’ve let loose. I can feel them clinging damply to my clit.
Fuck fuck fuck! I... I gotta hold on! Please... Gah.
Then, without warning, I feel a large warm and wet tongue on my panties, I can hear loud slurping sounds and I involuntarily groan from both pain and pleasure. I turn around and notice that the dog is licking me down there and licking me hard.
Fuck. It feels good. It feels too good. What the actual hell? I’m not a pervert! Why’s this feel so good?
I clench myself harder than I ever have before... but it’s no use. I know I’m at my limit, I can feel it. My fight is almost over.
The dog somehow pulls down my panties with its teeth, exposing my tight asshole and loose drenched pussy to the outside air. Fuck it feels too good. I’m gonna burst. The dog begins to lick my anus and I let out loud and continuous moans. I’ve never felt such pleasure before. My shining butthole and clit are about to make me cum.
I hold in a silent scream. I feel my orgasm wash over me and my legs tremble. With my willpower and physical seal broken, I begin to urinate. Slowly it trinkles out at first but then it turns into a steady stream that runs down my leg, followed by quick laser bursts of golden liquid that shoot out across the room.
Holy shit it feels so good. Ahh I feel so much better fuck... fuck the old man... is watching me. It’s turning me on. The clamps around my body come off, or maybe they came off a while ago but regardless I start to rub my clitoris and rub it hard. I’m still pissing like a fucking mule. I hear him groan and see him shoot his seed.
So vile... so.. hot?
Some of it lands on my buttcheeks as I continue to masturbate. I force the last of the urine out of me and rub myself as hard as I can. I climax again and I feel like I’m in heaven.
I breathe in deeply, satisfied at the warm fuzziness throughout my body. I’d never climaxed while pissing before.. I never thought it could feel so divine.
When I remember where I am after a couple of minutes I cover myself out of embarrassment.
The old man is simply sitting down at his round kitchen table, still very much in the nude.
“Don’t be embarrassed girl, you put on a great show. I haven’t felt that elated in years.” The old man complimented me and it felt strangely good.
As I look around awkwardly, I notice I don’t see any of my clothing anywhere. Besides my blue bra I’m completely naked right now.
“You came here for the treasure correct?” He laughs happily. “I’m afraid that I cannot part with it. However if you take your bra off and let me snap a few pictures of you I’ll give you 10K, that’s half of what you wanted hmm?”
I can’t believe this guy! He already basically had me underneath his sexual thumb and now he asks this of me!?
Wait- 10K for a few pictures?
I think it over for a moment and say “what’s the catch?”
“No catch.” He replies “You’ll just have to walk home in the nude. That’s all. I’m keeping all your clothing as... trophies.”
Well... shit. If he’s not giving me back my panties anyway it won’t make too much of a difference.
“Fine...” I grumble.
I undo my bra and let my C-Cup titties loose upon the world. They’re all sweaty and hot right now anyway.
At least the old cuck is elated because he’s constantly been snapping pictures.. for about 5 minutes now.
“Are we done?” I say as he snaps back to reality.
“Almost.” He says.
He pulls what I can only describe as a silver buttplug out of a nearby drawer, he opens it up somehow and sticks a rolled up stack of cash inside of it. It seals itself with a beep.
“This is a buttvault.” He smiles. “It’ll unlock once you get home. Assuming you keep it in your anus the whole time.”
I couldn’t believe this... one... final.. humiliation.
My face glows bright red and I mutter, “Pervert.” as I bend over and spread my ass cheek to the side.
“Good girl.” He says plainly.
The buttplug slides into my butthole with little issue. Holy shit it’s so warm! Gah.
“If you wanna play again for more cash, you know where to find me.” He cackles.
“Sorry old man I’m leaving this shitty town... I have much more ambitions than peeing in front of you. I wanna take a piss off of the Eiffel Tower... off of mount rushmore... off of whereever else. And I wanna do it far far away from you.” I say proudly and pevertedly.
The fuck is wrong with me?
“Good. Be sure to live stream it when you do.” The smelly bastard winks.
“Yeah yeah. Oh shit- my live stream followers would have seen this whole thing.”
I pull my phone from the ether and look at it. 25000 followers. Shit. I only had 2100 this morning. Welp.
I thank the old man for not turning me over to the cops and I run out the door.
I basically jog home naked... don’t think I’ll be doing that again. I could tell you how I almost got caught twice and peed myself once for the fun of it but that’d take up more time to explain.
When I get home I rush into my bedroom and pull the buttplug out. As I do so it turns green and opens up. The money inside is fresh and smells like my booty. Oh great.
I go to my bathroom and take one final piss before bed.
I... will never be the same again after tonight. But I am still Vicky the Thief! I’ll be the most famous bandit one day! You’ll see! The world will see!
Edited November 2, 2022 by Vaine Steele
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Sonic stared at his race car bed for the longest time. Beautifully made, with the plastic sheet tucked over the mattress for protection and an extra pad underneath the fitted sheet. It was night time, time for bed, but it was the first time he would be sharing his room with somebody else… or rather two somebody elses.
Tails and Knuckles.
One of them knew about his nightly problem, the other did not, and it worried him.
Ever since he had his first accident at the house, and Tom told Maddie about the accident at the hotel, and they both found out he's been living in the woods by himself since he was three, the humans have been patient with him, trying to properly potty-train him so he wouldn't have anymore accidents.
He's been doing a lot better, but every now and then he would slip up and wake up the next morning with his sheets soaked in urine. Tom and Maddie would be kind and understanding as they helped him get cleaned up, but he was frustrated. He didn't want to be wetting the bed anymore but… it was difficult to stop when he has been so accident prone his entire life.
Sonic's ear twitched when he heard somebody approaching him from behind and he turned to look. It was Tails, giving him a concerned look of sympathy.
"Are you ok?" He asked the hedgehog quietly.
"Yeah." Sonic nodded, whispering as well. "Just… a little worried about…" His eyes traveled to the red echidna that was in the room, setting up his own sleeping area with a bunch of pillows to make a nest.
Tails nodded in understanding. "It's ok. He doesn't know. I haven't told him anything, just like I promised."
"Thanks buddy." Sonic sighed. He remembered the day when Tails told him that he knew. It was after they had that dance battle in the mountains and had won their lives and their map back. When they realized it was really late and too windy outside to continue their journey, plus they were tired, Tails had suggested that they stayed the night at the hut they had stumbled upon. Sonic was worried back then and had remembered the fox saying that he had been watching him for years.
"Uh, Tails…" He had started. "You said that you've been watching me for awhile… right?"
"Yeah?" The fox had answered. "Why? What's wrong?"
"Does that mean that… you've seen… my… my…" Sonic was too embarrassed to ask.
"... Your nightly accidents? Yes, I've seen them. It's ok. Accidents happen, Sonic. And it's not like it's your fault anyway. You were three. You were never potty-trained."
"So embarrassing…"
"It's ok, Sonic. And don't worry. I promise I won't tell anybody."
He had gotten lucky not to have an accident that night, but he couldn't guarantee that he would be so lucky tonight.
"It doesn't matter whether you told him or not, though." Sonic sighed as he continued. "He's gonna find out eventually and… I worry about what he's gonna say. He's always going on about strength and weaknesses and challenging how strong I am… and… I worry that… if he sees me wet the bed… he'll think I'm weak."
"Then maybe you should talk to him." Tails encouraged.
"I can't. I don't know what's worse. Him finding out I'm a bedwetter, or admitting it to him."
"... I would say keeping it from him is worse, but it's your choice of what you wanna do." Tails shrugged. "Did you do your nightly routine?"
Sonic nodded. "Yes, but nothing came out."
"What do you mean?"
"I tried to go to the bathroom but I couldn't. I even turned on the faucet like Maddie taught me to see if that would make my bladder ache, but it didn't and I couldn't go."
"Hmm." Tails hummed, frowning in thought. "Maybe you're dehydrated. You should probably drink a glass of water before bed."
Sonic's eyes widened at him. "Are you nuts? That'll make me wet the bed for sure."
"Maybe not. You said you already tried to go and couldn't. That means your bladder is empty. And if you're dehydrated then the water you drink tonight won't make it to your bladder until the morning. By then you'll already be awake. Boom. No accidents."
"Are you sure?"
Tails shrugged. "It worked for me when I was potty-training and was learning not to wet the bed."
Sonic sighed and nodded. "Ok. If you really think it'll help then I trust you enough to try it."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the attic door and Maddie came up. "Time for bed boys."
"Yes Maddie." Tails said as he went to his sleeping bag.
"Yes Pretzel Woman." Knuckles responded as well as he burrowed into his makeshift nest of pillows.
Maddie chuckled softly, then looked to Sonic as he timidly approached her. She knelt down to his height and whispered to him. "Did you go potty?"
"I tried to, but nothing came out." He told her. "Tails told me that I might be dehydrated and said I should drink a glass of water."
"But aren't you worried that'll make you wet the bed?"
"Yes, but Tails said he did the same thing when he was potty-training and didn't have any accidents. And I trust him enough to take his advice."
Maddie nodded. "Ok. If that's what you really wanna do. I'll go get you some water."
"Thanks, mom."
…
The sun rose the next morning, shining brightly through the ceiling window upon the face of the slumbering blue hedgehog.
Sonic rubbed at his eyes and yawned, his peace disturbed by the UV rays of the burning ball in the sky. He carefully blinked his eyes open and looked around his room. His friends, Tails and Knuckles, were still asleep in their same spots. He smiled, then his eyes widened as he remembered what he did last night, the advice that Tails had given him.
He quickly reached his hands underneath him, feeling around on his bed. He grinned in excitement when he found that his sheets were still dry. He had not wet the bed last night!
"Yes." He breathed in victory as he went to sit up. But as he did so he gasped and quickly laid back down, his hands shooting to his crotch as his legs crossed over each other.
His bladder was BURSTING!
"Oh Tails, why did you tell me to drink water before bed?" Sonic whined softly, his ears pinned against his head as he squirmed in his bed.
He couldn't get out of bed, his bladder was too full. The moment he sat up, everything had rushed down to the entrance, and now the only thing that was keeping him from having an accident was his hands and his tightly clenched urethra.
He didn't know what to do. Could he possibly stand up and rush to the bathroom with his speed without leaving a trail on the floor? He really didn't want to have another accident after he had stayed dry the whole night… especially since Knuckles was literally ten feet away from him.
Looking at the red echidna across the room, Sonic noticed that he was still asleep, snoring away without a care in the world, a little drool dripping from his mouth onto his arm. Looking at Tails, he was also still asleep, oblivious to his role model's desperation.
Sonic thought for a moment. Both of his friends were still deeply asleep, and he knew Tom and Maddie kept extra sheets on standby in case he did have an accident. And he knew where they were.
Could he possibly get away with it?
He rubbed his legs against each other and whined, tears forming at the sides of his eyes. There was no way he was getting out of this situation dry. He was desperate! He couldn't hold it for another minute! At that moment, he made his decision.
Sonic took a deep breath and slowly, hesitantly, pulled his hands away. He uncrossed his legs and flinched when the flood in his bladder pressed against his aching walls with more force. He laid his head back, took another breath, tried to relax and…
The moment he was about to let loose, his head snapped to the attic door, his eyes widening and his hands shooting back between his crossed legs when he heard a knock coming from it before it opened and up the stairs walked Maddie.
"Boys. Time to wake up." She called cheerfully.
Sonic whined in desperation as he looked to his friends, watching as Maddie's call started to wake them up.
No, no. He was so close!
"Sonic? Are you alright honey?" Maddie asked her adopted hedgehog son when she heard him whine and saw his expression.
"I… I…" Sonic squirmed in his bed, his bladder aching for release. The urge to let go then and there was extremely tempting, but he couldn't possibly do it now that both Tails and Knuckles were looking at him. "I…"
Suddenly, Ozzie came running up the stairs and bumped past Maddie, headed straight to greet his best hedgehog friend. Sonic's eyes widened in horror.
"No! Ozzie, wait!" But it was too late.
The happy dog jumped onto the bed and stepped right onto Sonic, right onto his bulging bladder. The dog started licking Sonic's face excitedly, but as the hedgehog finally felt his bladder burst all over the bed, he wasn't in the mood.
"Ozzie! Stop! Get down!" He screamed, tears running down his face, which the dog quickly licked away.
"Ozzie! Down!" Maddie commanded, grabbed the dog by the collar and pulling him off the bed. "Sonic, are you ok- oh."
When Ozzie was pulled off the bed, Sonic's comforter and sheet came off with him, completely exposing the Blue Devil as urine started gushing out onto the bed, quickly spreading all over the fitted sheet. Sonic sobbed harshly as he peed himself in front of his mom, his best friend, and his mentor. He was so embarrassed he just wanted to crawl into a hole, curl up, and die.
"Honey, it's ok." Maddie hushed softly, gently rubbing Sonic's back.
"No! No it's not!" Sonic shouted through his sobs. "It's not ok!"
"Sonic, it was an accident. They happen."
"No. No. Too many." Sonic shook his head. "Too many accidents. They don't just happen! I'm just weak and pathetic!"
"Sonic Wachowski the Hedgehog!" Maddie gasped. "You are not weak and pathetic. Where on earth did you get that idea from?"
Sonic sniffed and looked over at Knuckles. The echidna was staring at the younger being in shock. He didn't know how to react. The only person he knew who could harness the power of the Master Emerald and live… was peeing himself right in front of him… and crying about it like a baby. And apparently, this has happened multiple times before.
"Sonic…" He started, but didn't get to finish as the hedgehog suddenly got up from the soaking bed and dashed out of the house, headed for the forest.
…
Sonic sniffled softly as he sat in the shallow end of his favorite stream, washing away the urine from his fur. He remembered that when he was still living in his cave and he had an accident this is what he would do to get himself cleaned up. Now usually he would just take a shower in the bathroom inside the house, but he just had to get away. Had to get away from the embarrassment. Had to get away from the ridicule. Had to get away from the eyes all staring at him.
His eyes were bloodshot and his face was red from the crying he had done, but he didn't care. He has never been more humiliated in his entire life. And the worst part was that Knuckles was never going to let him live this, or any other accident he has in the future, down.
"Stupid… Weak… Pathetic…" Sonic sniffed, slapping at the water with each word. He was so mad at himself. Why hadn't he learned to stop peeing himself yet?!
His ear twitched when he heard a twig snap behind him. He lifted his head up and turned, his ears lowering to his head when he saw Knuckles standing behind him. "Come to ridicule me?"
"No." Knuckles shook his head and stepped closer until he was standing right beside the Blue Devil. "You've done that to yourself enough."
Sonic sniffed and looked away, looking down at his legs in the water, not saying another word. Knuckles sighed and sat down beside him. "... Maddie… told me." Sonic's eyes widened a bit, but Knuckles wasn't finished. "She told me about what's been going on… Why has it been going on… And… Tails told me about… how you were afraid of what I would say about it."
Sonic remained silent and Knuckles sighed. "He blames himself… the fox. He thinks he's the reason you had an accident because he told you to drink before bed."
"It's not his fault." Sonic finally spoke, his ears down against his skull again. "It's not his fault that I peed myself… I'm just weak."
"No, you're not."
"Tch. Funny to hear that coming from you." Sonic sniffed. "You're always going on and on about how weak I am and how much stronger I can be. Well, here's the evidence of how weak I actually am."
"Sonic, you are not weak." Knuckles scolded. "I say those things because I know they motivate you. I say those things because I know how strong you are. You are one of the most strongest people I know. Dare I say you are as strong as I am. I don't know anyone else who could hold the power of the Master Emerald in their hands and willingly give it up, because they know they are not ready. You are incredibly strong, and the fact that you are prone to having accidents does not determine that." He sighed softly. "It just means that you need more training in another department."
"But I've been potty-training." Sonic looked at him sadly. "Tom and Maddie have been potty-training me since I moved in and I'm still a bedwetter."
"And that's ok." Knuckles assured him gently, laying a hand on his shoulder in comfort. "Sonic, I had no idea that you were so young when you lost Longclaw, and that you've been by yourself since that age for so long. It makes sense. You can't possibly raise yourself and teach yourself all the important skills you are supposed to learn at a young age. You need somebody to teach you. And that training isn't going to happen overnight."
Sonic sighed and looked down sadly. "I know…" Then he looked back up at him, hope in his eyes. "You really think I'm not weak just because I'm a bedwetter?"
"Not at all."
Sonic smiled, his eyes shining with fresh tears as he suddenly grabbed the echidna and pulled him close for a hug. "Thanks, Knux."
Knuckles froze for a moment. It had been a long time since he has felt a hug like this. He smiled a bit before he slowly wrapped his own arms around the hedgehog, hugging him back. "You're welcome, Sonic."
They stayed like that for a minute before the echidna gently pushed him off and affectionately ruffled his quills. "Come on. Let's go home. Your parents are worried about you."
"Right." Sonic chuckled as he stood up from the water, gently shook it off, and the two of them rushed back to the house, a deeper bond built between them.
End |
Once You Go Yellow
Chapter One: The Encounter
Laura found herself standing in a room wrapped in the arms of another girl: her hands gliding over every tender patch. She wondered how she’d gotten there, unable to quite pin-point the events that led up to this moment. There was the red-haired, fair-faced-freckled girl, her hazel eyes keen on feeling-up the curves from those petite love-handles, and excitedly tucked her bottom-left lip, bitten, beneath her teeth and pursed lips when both her hands curiously fondled, over Laura's cute black crop-top, the underside-roundedness of her average-sized breasts.
W-was.. she.. the one who sat beside me at the table by the pool.. but how is it that she has her warm, wet lips against my throat – and who even is she?! Ugh.. quit questioning and just let it be--Wait, don’t! Who-who is.. i-is.. ahh.. forget it, jus.. feeling.. her palms around me.. lifting them is like floating on a still pond of water..
She realized in her half-conscious stupor the extent of her drunkenness: flashes and bits and pieces of memory coming back to her of the booze she so readily downed without a proper breath in between, yet simultaneously depressing the unknown gravity of the situation in favor of the deliberate care she is receiving.
The red-head complimented me on my tolerance – oh yeah, I remember.. I think.. – something about never having been a prolific drinker herself or whatever..
Wait.. am I even into girls, now..? Then, why am I letting her have her way with me--
Suddenly, giggling echoed into her questioning mind: the fair-faced girl reading her droopy eyelids twitching and struggling to open. She giggles once again and seductively taunts:
"You’ve been a naughty girl, now, haven’t you..?", her giggle immediately resuming thereafter.
Naughty.. gir–wha–? What is she..?
Laura doesn’t realize it yet, with all the heat of her blood rushing to her favorite areas, which this fondling girl had teased out, but soon began to gradually feel this slight brisk coolness striking across the face of both her upper thighs. There was a massive circular dark splotch on the front of her gray-jeaned pelvis, having now grown cold: knocking on her skin for some warmth, forcefully barging in and stealing it outright..
Oh no, did I.. p-pee myself – ugh, I promised myself I wouldn’t drink enough to do this again.., her countenance laments, her quarter-drunk face poorly expressing her grief while another quarter revealing her acquiescence to the fondling-induced ecstasy pervading her mind.
"No, no.. don’t worry, it’s just a little pee – plus, I bet it felt so good to go a little – I know you must’ve been dying back at the table", the red-head calmly reassures her face.
Laura's face winces, rendered peculiar regarding reaction:
Why does it sound like she’s into it–Wait, why am I even thinking about that? I don’t even remember peeing?!
Her mind began to worry, nervous about being taken advantage of; nervous about whether she had consented to any of this touching in the first place, when it all suddenly flooded her mind in bulk to the contrary: she's the one who started it.
Ooh crap, I remember now.. because when I got up for a moment for the loo – I was so bursting to go – I got up too quick inebriated, stumbling forward and knees buckling from the intensity, nearly slammed my forehead on the glass table. She pulled my arm towards herself and we embraced our way onto the floor.
Like the cliché of every sexually tense scene between two people waiting for the other to spill the beans about their attraction, they stared into each other, and though furiously drunk, her consciousness nonetheless peaked out from between the veil of alcohol and began to experience a more heightened sense of what’s pressing where around her. Something about feeling this red-head’s breasts cuddling against hers, the distended belly tingling into the space deep between her gray-jean-covered thighs when her stomach connected with hers, and the brush of hot piss rushing out forced thereby into that deeply tight crevice, guided the exhilaration of her blood up to her throat and reddened her lips tender: tingling with a negative electricity yearning to attract her positive.
Crap.. did I pee on her..? But.. I.. also liked it–I mean her–I mean.. I didn’t know I was into girls until then, but what do I know: I’m drunk! Ugh, I don’t even know what her name is, yet I’m letting this red-head explore.. more and more of me..
The red-head introduces her tongue, making full acquaintance with her ear-lobe, and streaking its warm pressure across her throat, its trail swiftly evaporating and leaving behind the stickiness of dried saliva: all of it renders her neck paralyzed; her head falls back limp and mouth gaped wide; her throat twitches upwards in a dry-heave-like manner, voicing out a mangled moan, unable to decide as how it should react to the tantalizing tongue violating it.
"Oh.. you def’ need to go again..", the fondling girl dirtily remarks her lips into Laura's throat just beneath the ear, when her gliding hands estimate the roundness of that distended belly buried beneath her high-waist, dark-splotched jeans.
She steps back, seeking a curious glimpse of the wet damage done, unable to unhook the chains of fire in her hazel eyes on the circle splotch just slightly darker than the rest of the drunk girl’s pelvis, quickly enthralled by the fantasy that develops behind her mesmerized look and what she plans to do to her semi-impaired subject. Her eyes snap back to Laura's face, watching the sea of pleasure that oxygenates her face, and the fidgeting that starts to stealthily creep out of her stature as her limp standing-trance begins to notice that external simulation has stopped. Her heart jumps to her throat and a tingling of taboo sprinkles about her body; she bites her finger at the exhilarating opportunity that has presented itself to her.
The red-head releases her fingernail, draws back in closer – as if she’s stepped back into the heat-intense aura-silhouette of the half-drunk girl upon re-entry – and extends her bitten pointer finger forward, gracefully circling the circumference of the cold splotch against her pelvis and briefly examines the degree of wetness with the back of her hand
"Yeah, we’re gonna need to warm you up a bit..", her thirsty mind unthinkingly lets out.
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Zoe was standing desperately in line for the bathroom. Her legs were bouncing up and down, and her mind set on making it to the bathroom. Behind her in line, her mom said, “Zoe sweetie you can hold it you’re twenty now.” Zoe responded, jumping up and down, “I know mom I just really have to go, and if this line doesn’t go down soon I’m gonna be in trouble.” Her mother said, “ Zoe just try and hold it, I don’t need you wetting yourself in public again.” Zoe said, "Mom don’t remind me that was so embarrassing!!” Her mom said, “I still can’t believe you wet yourself at the mall Zoe. Your shorts were soaked and you wouldn’t stop crying. We had to ask that cute girl to help us find you new shorts, and she kept saying she felt so embarrassed for you. And then when we found new shorts she told you to be more careful since you’re an adult.” Zoe responded, “MOM! You’re not helping at all!!!” As she said this a stain appeared on Zoe’s light blue shorts. Her mother saw this and asked, “Zoe are you wetting yourself again?? You’re 20 and you’re about to wet yourself in line for the bathroom!” Tears welled up in Zoe’s eyes as she could feel the floodgates about to open. She looked around for somewhere to hide and spotted a small corner behind some tall bushes. Her mom saw this and quickly took Zoe by the hand and said, "We'll get you back home in time." As Zoe started walking towards the bushes her friend Amanda saw her and walked over. Zoe was jumping around with her hands in her crotch when Amanda asked, “Zoe are you wetting yourself??” Zoe replied, "Yes!" Amanda said, "Wow your mom must really hate you if she makes you stand in line like that for the bathroom.” Zoe responded, "You don't understand Amanda...” Just as she finished this her mother caught up with them and saw a rivulet of pee run down Zoe’s leg. Zoe yelped as she felt herself lose control. Zoe started to cry and Amanda asked her what was wrong. But it was too late. Zoe’s light blue shorts started to turn to a dark blue as Zoe wet herself. Her mother exclaimed very loudly in the store “ Zoe you’re wetting yourself again!!” Zoe looked at her mom and said, "Mom it's not my fault! The bathroom line was too long”, as a puddle started to form. Zoe was so embarrassed that she ran out of the store and into the parking lot where she made it to her car before she lost control and peed everywhere. Her mother yelled after her, "Where are you going? Zoe said back home. But her mother and Amanda insisted on Zoe getting some dry clothes. So they walked back into the mall with Zoe’s shorts soaked and her legs with pee still running down them. They went to the nearest store, which happened to be the same store she got clothes last time. The same cute girl, Mira, was working. She exclaimed “Zoe, sweetie, did you wet yourself again?” Zoe answered, "No, I'm fine! I just really have to go still.” The girl, Mira, said, "Oh honey, you might as well let it out.” Zoe gasped and said, "Then please let me use the restroom .” Mira started to show the way for Zoe, but alas it was too late again. Zoe's bladder gave out and she wet herself again. This time the shorts were completely soaked and Zoe was soaking wet all the way to her knees. Zoe started tearing up as people in the store watched her have another accident. The girl, Mira, said, "It's ok, Zoe, I won't tell anyone. Just sit down on the floor and let everything out.” Zoe sat down and felt the cool tile against her thighs. Her mother, Amanda, and Mira all watched as Zoe cried and wet herself in her shorts. Her mom said, "Zoe honey, you can't do this to yourself anymore. You're 20 years old and you can't keep doing this." Zoe sobbed as she said, "I tried to hold it Mom!!” And her mom said “ But you didn’t! You wet yourself again. “ Zoe looked at her mother and said, "I know. I'm sorry. I promise I will be more careful from now on." All Zoe could think of was how embarrassing this was. How much she hated that her mom and Amanda saw her like this. Her mom said “ well to make sure I’m going to take some pictures of you to remind you of your accident.” Zoe replied, "Please no mom, I don't want anyone to see me like this." Mira said, “ sweetie you’re 20 years old and still wetting yourself, we need to hold you accountable.” Zoe's mom said, "Ok, Zoe. But I'm taking these pictures to embarrass you to make sure you don't pee yourself in public again.” Zoe said, "NO MOM!!But it was too late the pictures had been posted to her mom’s Facebook with the caption “ Zoe couldn’t hold it and wet herself again. This is the second time since she turned 20.”
Zoe was so embarrassed that she looked up and started crying again. Mira and Amanda helped her up and brought her over to the women’s clothing section. Zoe began looking through the racks of clothes, trying not to look at her own wet thighs. Zoe came across a pair of jeans that fit perfectly and she asked Mira, "These should be good right?" Mira responded “ Anything’s better then the clothes you wet yourself in”. Zoe put them on and her mom took a picture. Then Zoe proceeded to the checkout. She was trying to act normal, but her face was bright red and her mom could see that she was extremely uncomfortable. As they got into the car Zoe let her mom know she had to peed again. Zoe said, "Mom I don't think I can make it home without wetting myself again. I'm scared!" Zoe's mom said, " I can't believe that you can't hold it." Zoe said, "Mom I'm really sorry, it just happens sometimes." Zoe's mom said, " Ok, Zoe. We'll stop at a restaurant along the way." Zoe said, "That sounds great, mom" Zoe's mom drove them to a nice Italian restaurant with outdoor seating. It was a beautiful summer day and there weren't many other people inside. Zoe and her mom shared a bottle of wine while they ate their dinners. After dinner Zoe wanted to get back home because she had to pee again. Her mom said, "Take your time, sweetie." Zoe said, "Thanks mom." Zoe started waking towards the bathroom when it happened . Her bladder released and her brand new jeans became soaked in her pee. She ran back to her mothers table as quickly as possible. She sat down next to the table and noticed that the waiter was watching her. He smiled as he walked away from her. Zoe felt very self-conscious. The waiter eventually returned to talk to her mom. Zoe could feel her mom's eyes on her as she talked to the waiter. When the waiter left Zoe's mom called Zoe over and said, "I guess we should head home now since you wet yourself again." Zoe said, "I guess so :( ," and stood up. Zoe's mom grabbed Zoe's arm and said, "Zoe sweetheart, I really need to talk to you." Zoe said, "Ok, mom." Zoe's mom said, "So I've been thinking about what Mira said, and I decided to take some more pictures of you in your wet clothes. It will be a big reminder to you not to pee yourself in public again." Zoe said, "MOM NO! Please don't take any more pictures of me!!!" Zoe's mom said, "Ok, Zoe. I promise I won't post them on Facebook again or anything like that, but I think it would be good for you to see the consequences of your actions.” Zoe nodded her head and said, "Okay, mom." Zoe's mom said, "Now let’s go home’s
When they got home, Zoe went to her room to change into dry clothes. She heard her mom talking on the phone and laughing. Zoe peeked out through her door and saw her mom putting the pictures into a folder to send to her friend. Zoe said, " Mom? What are you doing?" Her mom replied, "Nothing sweetie. I'm just going to send these pictures to my friend who is having a rough time right now. I thought that maybe seeing your pictures will make her feel better.” Zoe was shocked. Her mom sent the pictures to her friend without even asking her permission! Zoe said, "Mom, you can't do that. That's so mean!" Her mom said, "Sweetie, you can't hold it in forever. Sometimes accidents happen. Now come here and sit down, I have something for you to help you remember this." Zoe came out of her room and sat down on the couch beside her mom. Her mom handed Zoe a small box and said, "Open it." Zoe opened the box and saw two pairs of brand new underwear. Her mom said, "Try these on and see if they fit." Zoe put them on and her mom snapped a picture. Her mom said, "See sweetie, I got you some new underwear to help you remember what happens when you wet yourself." Zoe was shocked and said, "Mom, how can you do this to me? You are humiliating me!!" Her mom said, "Baby, I'm not humiliating you. I'm making sure that you never forget this day. Your accident today has been very traumatic for me also. I'm trying to help you by helping me. I want you to remember what happens when you're careless with your bladder. Now go to bed and get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day for us both." Zoe went to her room and lay down on her bed. She started to cry. She felt so ashamed of herself. She felt that she couldn't go anywhere without wetting herself. The next morningZoe awoke to a wet bed and her mother staring down at her. Zoe could not believe that her mom knew about her night accident and she was angry with herself. She pulled the sheets off of herself and looked at her mother with tears in her eyes and said, "Mom, I didn’t mean to wet myself!!” Her mother said “ it’s too late I’m taking pictures of you again.”Zoe said, "Please mom, I'll be more careful!" Her mother said, "Ok, Zoe. But I'm taking these pictures to embarrass you to make sure you don't pee yourself again. |
i finished this quite some time ago! took a couple of months, but a 10k word fanfiction commission for @aumonier95! thank you again!
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It’s been quite a long day at work. Nancy was in the break room, finishing up her lunch of a simple cold-cut sandwich and sipping the last of her coffee. It was her third coffee of the day, as she had been very tired earlier. As she exited the break room, she felt a little something in her abdomen: a need to pee. However, it was quite manageable, and she didn’t feel as though she could not hold it. She was a woman in her mid-forties, so of course she was gonna be able to hold it.
Her obsidian-colored high heels click-clacked the linoleum floor as she briskly walked back to her cubicle. She had some filing to do, and a lot of it. She worked a simple office job at a desk, and primarily did data input. Her job requires her to do a lot of work revolving around numbers, estimations, and mainly, filing.
Today, she was set to file tons of estimations and calculate some stuff for her boss. It needed to be done as soon as possible, so she knew she had to sit down and do as much as possible and try to finish it before clocking out.
She sighed as she plopped into her rolling leather chair and retrieved the manilla file folder that contained the papers. As she spread them out, she remembered how she should have taken a quick trip to the bathroom, but figured it could wait until after her filing. As said before, it needed to be done as soon as possible.
The papers seemed simple enough to do. She typed on her computer, shuffled the papers, and worked diligently.
She continued this for an hour. After around an hour, her bladder gave her a dull pang to remind her of the fluid residing within it. However, she deliberately chose to ignore this, and continued her estimations and filing of papers. It had been an hour of nonstop work, but she still had tons to do. She was not even halfway done. The bathroom could wait for sure.
Another hour had passed, and the fullness within her abdomen gradually increased. Not to a level where she needed to rush to the toilet or anything like that, but enough to make her mind drift to it from time to time.
As she was halfway through her second hour of working on the filing and number processes, she heard people conversing around her. Nancy was typically not one to eavesdrop, but she could not ignore it, as they were talking rather loudly about a local topic.
“Did you hear about the train strike?” a female coworker said to a male coworker.
“Man, that sucks. The trains are gonna take forever, it feels,” said the male coworker.
In this country, there were frequent train strikes, as the workers felt they were overworked and were not paid enough. Nobody ever did anything about these strikes, however employees left their conductor and train-esque jobs frequently due to them. The lone workers took their sweet time with the trains, and instead of a train arriving every fifteen minutes, like it usually would, they arrived every two hours.
Due to this, her train would be delayed. She groaned inwardly at that fact. She just wanted to go home; she was tired and had grown tired of filing and calculating.
She still had a bit more to go. She was finally more than halfway done with her work, then she could clock out and head home. The home that had grown from one hour away to three hours.
She impatiently tapped her foot against the shaggy carpet beneath her computer desk as she filed away. Nancy wanted to go and use the bathroom, but she was practically glued to her chair as she worked.
After another hour, she was finally done with the work she had to do. She neatly stacked the papers, saved her work on her computer, and put the papers in the file folder. As she stood up for the first time in over three hours, legs and butt aching, she felt the pressure in her bladder increase a tremendous amount. It was definitely manageable when sitting down, but now that gravity had affected her, it was a different story this time around. She felt her need increase from a dull ache to an almost painful throbbing. She sighed.
Her heels did not clack on the floor this time, for the office area was mainly carpeted. She took steady steps towards her boss’s office, and gave a light rap on the wooden door.
“Come in,” a voice from within peered out.
One hand with the files, another on the knob, she turned the doorknob and gently pushed open.
There her boss sat at his massive desk, the papers he was working on array and the computer glowing on his face. The day was overcast, and while there were ample fluorescent lights, the computer screen seemed to lighten up the room threefold.
“Hello, sir. I have finished those documents and estimations you told me to do,” Nancy spoke as she closed the door behind her and approached his desk.
“Excellent! You are such a hard worker. I really appreciate it,” the boss said as Nancy handed him the file folder. He grabbed it diligently, turned in his swiveling chair, and deposited it into a drawer full of similar (but differently marked tabs) file folders. Upon doing so, he rotated back to face her once more.
“Is that all you wanted me to do today, sir?” Nancy asked.
“Yes. You did great. I will be sure to review these and contact you in the morning in case you need to fix anything. You may leave now. Have a wonderful night, Nancy.”
They smiled at each other. Nancy was a very diligent worker, and always knew what she was doing. She was sure there were no errors or anything she would have had to fix. She never had to.
She turned and again opened the door, then exited and closed it quietly behind her. She sighed once more, this time in relief, as soon as the door closed. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and made her way to the room in which you clock in and out for your day’s work.
As she punched out, she had totally forgotten she had a bladder filled with three coffee’s worth of urine inside of her. Coffee does not typically go right through her, as she was accustomed to the caffeine, however it did occasionally increase her need to urinate.
She was exhausted, and knew she had a long train ride ahead of her. She got herself a free small coffee, and headed out the door with her briefcase in one hand and a very small cup of coffee in the other.
As she walked briskly to the station and carefully sipped her coffee, as the liquid hit her stomach, a pang rang out: she had forgotten to pee before she left the office!
After holding since this morning, along with drinking her fourth cup of coffee, how the hell could she forget?! Nancy worked for hours on the filing, her bladder on the backburner of her mind the entire time, yet she forgot altogether!
She became panicky internally. Due to the train strike, she knew she would have to wait much, MUCH longer than usual to arrive at her home station, then she would have to have an agonizing walk home. Why, oh why, did she forget to use the bathroom?!
She groaned internally, thinking of ways she could defeat this beast residing in her inner pouch. She resorted to using the bathroom on the train, despite it being most likely filthy and inhabitual for most people to stay in for longer than a few moments.
Nancy was hoping she could just run in, do her business, and get out. That was the game plan. She would be unable to hold it if she did not apply the game plan to herself. Who knows, maybe it will have a line out the door if she waited even a second too long… There were no bathrooms in the waiting station area of sorts, so she would have to make do.
Without consciously knowing it, she sipped her coffee nervously, adding on to the plethora of urine within her. She did not mean to do this, ultimately, but still, she drank, hands shaking.
As soon as the cup was empty, instead of putting it in a trash can, she ended up putting it within her briefcase after draining the last drops. Nancy did not know why she did this, but figured it would be helpful if she kept the cup. Who knows, though.
Once the cup was stashed within her briefcase, the train that ultimately led to her stop pulled into the station with gears and shifts moving about. A scraping sound could be heard as it pulled into the stop.
There were already tons of people waiting around her, and upon the door opening to the train, a swarm of people exited the tiny door, like bursting pipes. Wait, no, it would not be wise to think of any water allegories right about now! Nancy’s bladder started to hurt. Not to a point where she would have to rush to a bathroom, but enough so that she could stride to a bathroom.
As soon as the swarm of ant-like people left the train, there was considerable room for her. She strode into the entrance, scouted out a seat, and promptly sat down.
Wait, what was that game plan again? Oh, right; find a bathroom as soon as possible once she got on the train!
She didn’t want to leave her briefcase behind, so she picked it up and went looking for a suitable toilet to use. She traversed the cabins, only for her heart to sink: It had quite a long line. People had been waiting there for several stops! No, this could NOT be happening!
Nancy’s eyes went wide in shock. By the looks of it, there were at least five other people bursting to use the toilet. They were not obvious, but judging by how their legs wrapped around one another, or the way they tapped their feet, it was contextual clues to give way into how badly they had to go.
She could hold it.
As she made her way back to her seat, her heart sank again: someone had taken her seat! She would usually ask for it back, but the middle-aged man sitting there looked like he had had a rough day, and did not want to be bothered (judging by the way he was reading his book intently with a borderline scowl on his face). He seemed to be a weird man, too, because the book he was reading seemed to be something uncharacteristic of him if you decided to judge a book by its cover.
She had seen the synopsis for that book before; Nancy did not like how it sounded whatsoever. It seemed to be very against her political beliefs, and therefore she did not want to test this man.
She internally groaned again, and found all the seats were taken at this point. Her little excursion to relieve herself, which utterly failed, proved to be disastrous against all odds. She resorted to standing on her aching high-heeled feet, grabbing the bar above her.
She would stand for however long as possible. However, she felt like she was being stabbed in her feet, and her bladder was bothering her again, asking her somewhat politely to let the beast of burden within it out. It was trying its hardest to be polite, despite having tons of unreleased coffee within it.
Nancy really wished she could sit down. She was yelling at herself in her brain for just not resorting to the game plan. She should have known there was going to be a line, especially considering the train strike currently happening! The trains were all backed up, and people were probably rushing from station to train to toilet.
She decided to move from the busy cabin she was currently in back to the cabin with the toilet, but to stand there just in case the line moved. No, she was not going to stand in line; doing so would be indecent and show off the fact she had to use the restroom, which she would like to avoid doing. She did not want people to see her as a desperate young woman, bursting to use the restroom at the earliest possible convenience; that was just embarrassing.
The cabin with the toilet seemed to be just as packed as the previous cabin, and she had to resort to standing again. The line seemed to have gained two people to it, as well, which was not good looks for Nancy.
So, she resorted to standing there. Hopefully soon she could sit down and rest her aching bladder and feet.
After about twenty minutes of standing there, hoping she could sit down at the next stop, the stop eventually happened. As soon as the train stopped and people started getting up, Nancy rushed to a lone seat, and plopped down.
Sitting down felt like sitting on a toilet (almost) for her, and in sitting down her bladder almost put up a fight. The pressure of her stomach laying on top of her bladder pushed insanely as soon as she plunked into the seat. She thought she would lose it for a split second, but managed to regain control almost twice as fast as it came on.
Nancy spread her legs discreetly and tried to stare out of the window to distract herself. She found spreading her legs to be helpful, even if it made her feel like she would lose it for a second. She could not do anything to give herself away, especially hold herself. That would be outright embarrassing and childish of her!
Her gaze seemed to drift away from the window as the train pulled out of the stop once again, and drifted over to the seemingly longer line for the lone toilet now.
She quickly shook her head. No use focusing on that right now. She was going to hold it until she got home, no matter what. She would die to hold it, if she had to!
Another twenty-or-so minutes passed, another stop was done and made. More people seemingly entered the line, according to her vision whenever it just so happened to fixate on the line again before she shook it off. Oh, how she wished she could commit something as indecent as stand in a desperate bathroom line, but alas, she had a business-woman reputation to upkeep, and business women were professional. Not holding their crotch, unable to hold it, like a younger person.
She rifled through her briefcase for a soft, paperback novel she was slowly working on. It was a mystery of sorts, sort of suspenseful. She was smack-dab in the middle of reading it previously, and it was a hefty novel. She spent most of her spare time indulging in it, and working on it. It was around five-hundred or so pages, and she was around the 200’s. Right now, it was an “arc” of sorts where the main character, a woman in her thirties named Pamela, trying to find out who killed her best friend, Jacob, after finding his lifeless body in a forest after notes led up to it. During this scene, Pamela was trapped in a car on the side of the road after driving to a building in a blizzard, and her car just stopped. Thankfully, she had help on the way, but it would not be there for a few hours at least, due to the blizzard and other calls.
“As the car grew colder and colder…” Nancy read intently.
The paragraphs went on for a bit, describing how it got colder and colder, and then something happened within the book.
“As the cold increased, chilling me to the bone, I even found it to be bladder-chilling, as well. I remembered I have not used the bathroom in at least some time, and I drank a hot coffee I had made and brought in a thermos.”
Nancy could not believe this was happening in the book. Of all times she could read this stupid novel, and it had to be at the time when she really had to use the bathroom?! How could this be?
However, she needed the distraction so badly she decided to keep on reading.
“It was not so bad when the car had stopped, but it has been an hour since the car stopped and I had to call for help. The need grew and grew.”
Nancy could relate a lot to Pamela’s plight at the moment. Her own bladder’s need kept increasing by the minute.
“I waited fervently for the emergency services to come tow me. The car was freezing at this point, and I had to wrap my parka around me tightly. Snow started to pile up on my windows and roof of the car. I could barely see outside, unbeknownst as to when help would arrive at this point.”
Nancy practically sat on the edge of her seat. She wanted to find out how this ended for Pamela, even though she knew either way, it would not help her bladder one bit. If she made it, she would desire relief on the toilet even more; if she failed to make it, it would just make her wish she could let go like she did (if she does).
She did not want to continue reading at the same time, however. She felt her bladder panging when Pamela’s needs came up within the book. It just reminded her how badly she had to go to the bathroom. Nancy looked up. The line for the bathroom always had someone new in it, and the train was full of people. She did not even realize it, but someone had decided to sit next to her. She crossed her legs in frustration, and tapped her toes against the flooring.
Her eyes drifted back to her lengthy novel.
“The minutes seemed to drone on, and the pouch within me holding fluid waste was getting more inclined to release its contents. I could not do that, though. I couldn’t step outside and pop a squat, per-say; the blizzard was continuing to rage. I would get snowed in the moment I stepped outside.”
As Nancy read some more, she felt empathy go towards this fictional woman. She remembered a time when she was stuck in her car with a bladder full of a work day’s worth of urine. Rush hour traffic was killer in her area, back when she used to drive to work everyday. She was stuck in traffic for more than a couple of hours, after not peeing before she left work, insisting she could hold it and avoid a public restroom trip to the best of her abilities.
This was proven to be a mistake to a high degree. She was supremely desperate around an hour into the traffic jam, around a nine on a scale of desperation of one to ten, ten being the most desperate.
She had no idea that day if she would make it. Lucky for her, however, right when she was starting to dribble into the seat of her pants, traffic cleared up, and she swore she was going to get a ticket the way she sped home. She lived in a secluded area at the time, and when she got out of her car, she began to leak terribly. She was alone in the parking garage, so she just ripped her pants down, went into a squat, and pissed her brains out.
The relief she felt that day had been ecstatic. She hoped the same relief could be felt for Pamela.
Wait, thinking about this relief was making her feel worse. A lot worse. She needed to go so bad! She could not be thinking about relief and letting loose now. She had to hold on with everything she had.
Her desperation had not peaked in a way that made it the most urgent she had ever had to go (yet…), it was not yet comparable to that fateful day she had. She had never been more embarrassed in her life, even though she knew no one had seen her; she had gotten home later than usual, after all. It was night in the city once she had gotten home, and it was a quiet weekend day.
Still though, even remembering it made her flush red with regret. She wished she could have held it just a little longer that day. What if someone had seen? It would have been disastrous!
Okay, Nancy, just go back to the stupid book. Stop remembering your own predicament; it’s just going to make you feel worse about yourself! Nancy told herself.
Her eyes probed the soft pages of the paperbound novel.
“The windows were almost completely blocked off with powdery, clean snow. Shivering, my body cold to the touch, I put my hands between my thighs to contain myself ever further. It was an embarrassing plight to be in, for sure, but the warmth of my crotch toasted up my icy hands. The sudden temperature change almost made me leak.”
Why was it getting so “in depth” about her desperation?! Did the author have something against (or for) women who needed to urinate?! How odd. Did people really like that sort of thing? How could someone enjoy seeing someone in pain like that?
Nancy’s brain racked itself with questions. Her eyes skipped a few lines of explanation within the book.
“Another hour had passed. I was beyond needing to use a bathroom at this point. I fervently looked around the interior of my car, hoping almost vainly I would find something I could release myself into or on.”
Nancy’s brain went back to thinking about Pamela. What was she going to do?
“As my hands grabbed myself desperately, hoping for some semblance of a relief or lift of the pain, I felt my almost-numb hands be greeted with a spurt of liquid heat.”
Oh, Lord. Now she was going to pee herself?! This did not help Nancy whatsoever. She practically winced, not wanting to see what happens, but also needing to find out Pamela’s fate in her snowed-in car.
“‘No, no no…!’ I rambled out loud to nobody. It was a quick spurt, not too damaging, but it clearly leaked outside of my thick, heavy-duty pants.”
“The relief I felt from the brief spurt had been as brief as the spurt; now my body craved more of an explosive release. I needed to soak the car!”
Nancy felt her face turn red again. Oh, no… Was Pamela going to…?
“Finally, I could not take it anymore. I resigned myself to sitting on the edge of my car seat, my crotch not connected to the seat but dangling over the edge, despite being locked up in a pair of pants.
“I scrunched up my face, and relaxed my strained, taut body and bladder.”
Nancy promptly looked out the window upon reading this, realizing the train had made yet another stop. She was alone in her seat again. Oh, no; What if someone saw what she was reading? She rolled her eyes to the back of her head just thinking about it. She knew it was not likely, but she still had to worry about it, with weird people looking over at what you do on trains a lot.
She stared out of the window, considering her own dilemma. She was about an hour-or-so into her journey home. She had around two more hours to go, she estimated. The stops were not as frequent today, due to the strikes mentioned earlier.
Outside of the window, she could see buildings stacked against one another, making for a blocky perspective. She could not see beyond the buildings, so she brought her attention back to the interior of the train.
Her eyes seemed to have drifted to the neverending line to the bathroom again. Nancy happened to notice two people, seemingly desperate to use the toilet.
They were both women, middle-aged at first glance, but upon looking at them further, realized they could have passed as being in their thirties or perhaps younger.
They were going through all of the subtle motions of desperation; one of them tapped her foot, the other clenched her thighs together. Nancy practically stretched her ears to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Oh, wow, I really should have gone before I left,” the shorter woman exclaimed. She had long red hair, and lots of freckles. She was not wearing anything too fancy, just a simple business casual outfit.
“Tell me about it,” the taller of the two said. She had darker skin, frizzy brown hair done in a bun, and an outfit that popped on her. She was wearing a bright pink T-shirt and lighter-than-normal blue jeans.
They were not near the end of the line; they seemed to be doing well. They tried not to vocalize their needs, as Nancy could tell, but they were obviously acting the desperation part out. The darker skinned woman rubbed her hands on her thighs, while the ginger woman crossed her arms and noticeably clenched her thighs together, as well.
Nancy could not take it. Why was she surrounded by people needing to pee, while she really needed to go?! The coincidences were uncanny at this point.
She could not help herself: she could not take her eyes off of the subtle women. They were slowly approaching the end of the line, what with the toilet door and all.
They started to converse with each other, suddenly. “I need to go so bad I could just pop right now,” the freckled lady said to the other.
“Right. I’ve, honestly, felt the same.”
Nancy did not want to hear anymore, but she was inclined to see how this turned out for them.
Another person stepped out of the bathroom, and the unbeknownst man in front of them entered the toilet, closing the partition-like door behind him.
The two women noticeably got more “desperate,” the feeling palpable in the air. Nancy could feel, from a radar glance, their desperation gaining more intense. Of course, it was obvious both were going to make it, as evident from how close they were in line to the bathroom, but still, Nancy could not help but imagine them in a worse predicament than what they were currently facing: a bulging bladder unable to aid itself any longer, exploding down the aisle of the train and flooding the floor…
Wait.
Not again! Nancy could not keep letting her mind drift to more and more urination! It was impertinent that she remained distraction-free, and focused on her goal: getting home dry!
However, she did like entertaining the thought of one of the two women suffering more than she currently was. It made her feel evil, but she was glad she was somewhat in the same boat as someone, much less two people.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door opening right near her. Was it just her, or was the crimson-haired woman facially and visibly delighted in finally having access to a toilet? She seemed to smile in relief as the door slid open, and noticeably hurried herself into the cubicle. The darker-haired woman’s eyebrows seemed to turn up, almost, within Nancy’s eyeshot.
The middle-aged business woman shot her eyes to the side, not wanting it to make it seem like she was staring at the somewhat visibly desperate woman. Sure, she was not super obvious, but she was still giving off hints that she would rather be relieving herself into a cool toilet rather than standing there.
Eventually, Nancy’s head turned automatically as she heard the door open once more, with the shorter woman looking visibly relieved. She glanced at the Black woman as she stepped into the miniscule toilet retreat, giving a slight grin. Her hair moved with her as she made her way back to her seat. Three more people had taken up the area in line behind the Black woman.
Well, Nancy was glad that went as fine as it could have gone. What was she expecting, a full-blown accident to occur? Maybe even a double whammy? Surely not. These were grown women who could hold their bladders, not impertent children. The train had resumed its journey again without Nancy realizing.
She started thinking to herself, hoping that she did not seem too interested in the strangers’ business. She did not mean to eavesdrop when they said they were needing the loo, but how could she have not? They were in a public setting, gladly saying that for anyone to hear.
Nancy thought about it for a moment, pondering on why she started thinking about them urinating themselves. Why had she wanted that, even for a split second? That was very uncharacteristic of her. She was a stoic, grown woman, who had a hint of warmth to her. She was somewhat repressed sexually, and could not even consider why someone would have a fetish for bodily fluids of that nature.
She shook her head. Why not just return to her novel and stop backtracking into things she could not control? It was her head. She ultimately settled on the fact she could not control her thoughts sometimes.
Her finger slipped between the pages to find the dog eared page of paper, finding it almost immediately and opening it. She began to read where she left off previous to the needing women near her.
However, she had forgotten one key component: she had left off to where Pamela was relieving herself in her car!
“As I relaxed my frozen body, I felt an explosion of liquid heat start streamlining out of me. A loud hissing sound punctured the freezing air, almost seeming tangible.”
A chill went up and down Nancy’s spine as she imagined Pamela’s relief. Her bladder throbbed within her abdomen upon reading the lines listed on the soft page. It had started taking an edge to the pain. Nancy had managed to distract herself for so long, and felt little to no pressure within her, but once she read those words, the need to urinate hit her like an anvil falling from the sky. Her bladder anxiously panged.
She crossed her legs impatiently and swung her head to see the line for the bathroom again. More people had quietly joined the line. The sound of the door to the cubicle had been muted in her mind, due to distractions, but now the sliding of the door seemed to resonate so loudly within the bustling train. It creaked and grinded against the sliding mechanics as an older man entered the miniscule toilet reprieve.
Not wanting to return to the book so soon, with her bladder beginning to ache and sending signals to her nonstop, she returned her gaze to the window. The train had loudly screeched to a stop about a minute prior.
She was sitting in a seat that faced away from the train station. The door would be opposite to her, if it was in the cabin with her, so to say. So, when she looked outside of the window, she did not see the station or anyone entering or waiting. What she did see, however, was yet another bathroom. Of course, this station’s bathroom had an even longer line than the one inside the train had! Not only that, the people were noticeably more desperate in this line!
They were subtly desperate, like the two ladies from before, but still, she could see the signs and symptoms of needing to use the bathroom in most, if not all of the line.
The person right outside of the door actually had his hands buried within his thighs. He was a young adult man with tannish skin and short black hair. Apparently he needed to go so bad he was willing to give up his visual dignity to the strangers to keep holding on! He seemed to be visibly trembling, as well.
The woman next to him in line had her thighs clenched together, like the woman from before on the train did. She did not seem as bad as the man in front of her, but the other woman behind her, seemingly older judging from her graying hair, had her legs crossed and was tapping her foot impatiently.
The other two people were not as visible, but one had their arms crossed, while the last person in the line had their hands clenched to their sides.
Nancy’s eyes went wide at the sight. She could not believe this. How come there was a bathroom right outside of her window, of all windows on the train?! How did they stop so perfectly?! Why did she keep getting reminded of how badly she had to use the toilet?!
She brought her focus back inwards towards herself. Her bladder’s status was worse off than before. It felt like a heavy weight in her, weighing down on her vagina. Her sphincter was struggling a bit, trembling beneath her, to keep in the work day’s worth of urine.
She estimated her stop would not be for at least another hour. Could she hold it? She absolutely refused to join the bathroom line. Unlike the other people, she wanted to keep her dignity, and not reveal that she was another “improper” person. She did not hold ill will towards the people who did need to relieve themselves, but she did find them a bit embarrassing, and she did not want to show herself off as the same kind. She was professional, a business woman, in strictly business clothes.
Her feet ached, despite sitting down. Wearing high heels gets to you eventually, you know.
She started to think about how she would go about getting off when she got to her stop. Would she even be able to move? Considering she was at least an eight on the scale of needing to urinate right now, and she had over an hour left of the ride, she could not estimate how truly full she would be when the time finally came to get off the train and head home.
Not only that, she had to walk home. In high heels. And a tight-ish business attire, with a discrete belt around her waist. Her walk home took around fifteen minutes. Would she even be able to handle it?
Nancy realized suddenly she could not handle thinking about this anymore. She did not want to imagine the consequences of not using the bathroom before she left the office. She knew, deep down within her gut, that something disastrous was going to happen, however she refused to believe she would wet herself. Barely make it? Sure. But she was adamant on not wetting herself, especially in public. If anyone saw her uncontrollably peeing herself, and if anyone at her office found out, she was done for. She would never live it down. She knew even if an accident occured, people from her job would never find out; she did live an hour-or-so away from the office. Still, though, she had anxiety over the prospect of losing any sliver of dignity she had to a bodily function she could not control.
She could have just given up and joined the bathroom line, but then she remembered how the bathrooms were practically never cleaned. She used to use the train toilets in the past, before she was promoted to a highly technical and professional role in her job, and she would always have to wipe off the seat or watch where she stepped. She knew the people did not care for these bathrooms as much as, say, a restaurant or business’s bathroom. They practically made sure to disgrace the cubicle.
Sighing to herself, Nancy sat there contemplating what to do. She was at another stop, awaiting the train to continue its lugging journey towards where she resided, almost.
The train began to go forward once more after some moments. She tried to guesstimate how much longer she had until she would arrive at her stop, but considering how much time she had spent distracted and lost in her own head, she forgot where she was.
She stopped thinking for a moment, stopped dwelling on where she was. This turned out to be a mistake. All of her focus suddenly went onto her bladder, which suddenly ached like nothing before. Her legs, spread open slightly, squeezed together at the sudden pang of fiery throbbing that resided within her abdomen. Her hands almost shot in between her thighs, but she resisted with great strength.
She was fit to bursting at this point, with no idea where she even was or when she would get to her stop. She urgently tapped her foot. The toilet flushing for the cubicle made her bladder scream out in agony. Oh, how she wished she could relieve herself!
Nancy stared outside of the window beside her, trying to distract herself with the scenery. The grays of the city she was passing through all blended together into one concrete blur.
Her mind was racing. She could not believe the predicament she was in. She was beyond an eight on the desperation scale at this point in time.
She wanted to go home. She wanted to sit herself onto her cold porcelain throne and piss away. She could not deal with this anymore than she already has.
Her head swung from side to side. The cabin was surprisingly empty for once. The line was non-existent at this point, and no one was sitting beside her. Wincing, she decided to stick one hand between her trembling thighs. Her purse slightly covered up her hand in between her pants.
Her right hand plunged between her legs, grasping her crotch with a death grip. She stopped caring. She needed relief from her extreme pain, now. Her bladder was so full, it was taking all of her muscle strength to clench her sphincter shut and not let even a single drop of urine out into her unsuspecting business pants or silk panties.
Grabbing herself in the most embarrassing fashion worked. Yes, if anyone boarded the cabin, they would immediately see her clenching her pussy with her hand, but she was delirious with the need to gush piss everywhere. Nancy had reached her breaking point long ago.
Clenching, she closed her eyes for a moment to bask in the relief of holding herself. Her desperation went from around eight-point-seventy-five to now a seven-and-a-half. Still needed to pee quite badly, but it helped. A lot.
Suddenly, over the overhead speakers, a voice announced the stop they were currently approaching. She listened carefully, then realized she was around two stops away from her stop! Relief was in sight!
She removed her hand from between her medium-sized thighs, knowing she could hold it without embarrassing herself for the next thirty minutes. She had to. She did not want to ruin her image, of course, but she was starting to break apart. She was bursting at the seams. All the coffee was screaming out within her to be let out.
She could hardly breathe fully at this point. The liquid-filled pouch within her seemed to be full to the brim.
She just wanted them to say the name of her stop over the loudspeaker adorned in each cabin of the train. She had been here for hours already. The strikes did a number on when everyone got home today. Looking outside of the window, the sky was dusky and starting to be filled with stars as the sun was finishing its descent below the horizon.
She knew she had to be careful in the dark. She typically got home before the sun finished setting.
The train stopped at the stop second-to-last before hers. Some people boarded, one going into the bathroom cubicle. Another stood outside of the door. Despite this, Nancy contemplated sticking her right hand between her sweaty thighs once more. She did not care. She knew she would never see these people again.
Nancy muttered to herself, as quietly as possible, “I gotta pee… Fuck, I gotta go…” Normally she kept her language modest, without the use of swearing, but this was a dire emergency. She had to vent it out one way or another. Nancy tapped her foot against the floor again, thighs clenched tightly
The sun had finished setting. The horizon had a bit of orange-yellow adorning it, but the moon was full and high in the sky, as well.
The speaker spoke out once more. This time, however, it made Nancy’s heart plummet right into her stomach.
“Due to someone attempting to jump onto the train tracks, we will have to make an emergency stop. This will last around half-an-hour to an hour. Sorry for the inconvenience.”
She could not even remotely believe it. Here was Nancy, about to get to her stop, when all of sudden everything had to be destroyed right in front of her eyes. How could this even happen?! She was so, so close! There can’t be an emergency stop now! There could NOT be!
She almost screamed, but instead of screaming, she groaned along with practically everyone else in the cabin surrounding her. People had places to go, homes to go to and cook dinner in, meanwhile Nancy was battling for her life trying not to urinate all over her clothes, the chair, and the floor. Would she be able to handle this? She had serious doubts in her mind whether she was going to make it.
Maybe she could use the toilet cubicle. Except when she went to check on it, the line seemed to have grown. She did not want to stand up at all. Nancy knew if she did, all of the urine would go towards her urethra due to gravity.
She felt like reverting to primal desires and letting loose all over the floor. She was in the first phases of not caring anymore, especially about her reputation.
Her bladder continued to fill, even though it felt like it could not be filled anymore than it already was. What was she to do in this situation of bodily needs?
Fishing her book out of her purse, she opened to a page not even dogeared on the page, and tried to read. In her desperate state, however, she could not focus on it for the life of her.
She tried to read some, but it all translated as garble in her head. She practically slammed the book shut, and whipped her head to the window. Nancy began tapping her food again while her legs were crossed over each other. She did not want to be noticeably desperate, but at the same time, she had no choice. She had to be perceived in order to make it.
The train was stopped. There was no blur of passing cityscapes and small trees to take her mind off her overflowing bladder. She was at a loss as to what to do.
Nancy had made her final decision. She was to use the toilet cubicle. There was no other choice, other than to give everything a thorough soaking through her pants.
She looked at the queue. It was miraculously empty!
Nancy shot up to make her way over to it. This caused her fear to happen, though: all of the pee residing inside of her made its way towards her sphincter with gravity hitting her like a brick to the face. She had to take a moment to recompose herself.
Unfortunately, as she was recomposing herself, a man managed to make his way and slide the cubicle door shut. How could this be happening?! The one time she had a literal emergency on her hands and could not hold it any longer!
With reluctance, she stood outside of the cubicle door. She did not mean to, but she heard him grunting within the miniscule room, hinting to the fact he would not be out anytime soon. She groaned internally once again.
As she stood there, trying to focus on kegeling and keeping her ocean inside of her, a woman came up behind her. She was a bit shorter than Nancy, with a modest haircut. She was dyed blonde, but obviously had some black roots showing through at the top of her scalp. She was dressed in business attire, a short pencil skirt and short-sleeve button-up shirt.
Nancy immediately knew this woman was about as desperate as well. She had no shame, though; she was freely grabbing her crotch through her skirt with one hand, the other hand clenched into a fist at her side. Her face appeared to be shiny with sweat.
“Are you okay?” Nancy asked the almost-frantic woman. It took all of her strength to just mutter that without releasing.
“Y-Yeah, just… Need to go, you know?” the woman replied with a slight smile on her face.
“Same here.”
“I was waiting for the train to stop at my stop, so I could use my bathroom at home, however with this delay… That will not be possible,” the dyed-blonde woman said back.
“Tell me about it.” Nancy smiled.
“I have to go really bad, but at least it is not as bad as when I was stuck in traffic a few weeks ago…”
Nancy did not want to hear about this. She did not want to remember her own desperate traffic jam incident from years prior. She was too shy to say anything to reject further talk, though.
“Oh. Yeah?” Nancy started to tremble slightly. Her bladder was banging at the door of her sphincter.
“Yeah. I was stuck in traffic after a long shift without a bathroom break, and I wanted to make it till I got home, as I dislike public bathrooms.”
Nancy was in shock. How did this woman have such similar experiences and preferences regarding the bathroom as her? Why was she talking about all of this freely?! Nancy could not imagine being the same way; even standing at the bathroom door was embarrassing enough for her.
“Oh.”
“Yes. Then, since it was rush hour, I got stuck in a miles-long jam. It was hell on earth!”
“Mm.” Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Nancy thought to herself. She did not want to be rude, though, so she just stood there, trying to resist the urge to grab herself between her thighs again. She knew the other woman would not care, since she was freely grabbing herself, but she did not want others to see.
“I started leaking and stuff, you know? I could not handle being in that jam. I had to resort to a McDonald’s cup in my car!” She gave a slight chuckle at her own story-retelling.
“Oh, God,” Nancy said solemnly.
“Tell me about it! I ended up having to cut my stream short since the cup was a small size, too!”
Nancy could not deal with this anymore. “Do you want to go before me?” Anything to shut her up.
“Please. If that is okay… I really hope I can make it…” The other woman replied.
They stood in silence for a few moments, then the toilet within the cubicle could be heard flushing, causing Nancy’s bladder to hurt achingly. After another moment, the older gentleman came out, the door audibly sliding open.
The other woman practically pushed past him in her desperation. Nancy stopped caring about using the toilet, especially knowing it would most likely smell bad due to the man prior. She made her way back to her seat next to the window, which was still empty despite being gone for so long. Plopping down into the seat made her bladder pang inwardly, and made her slightly reconsider using the toilet once more. However, an announcement came over the speakers.
“We are sorry about the delay. The train will resume working now. Next stop…” Nancy realized her stop was next! At last! Sure, it was gonna take some time to get to, with the strike and all, but still… Hope was in sight, a light at the end of the tunnel!
She definitely could not use the bathroom now. If she did, she would most likely miss her stop, considering how much urine was within her. She knew it would take at least a minute to fully empty herself at this rate.
She was approaching the end of an eight on the scale of desperation, and rapidly growing to a nine. Despite using all of her muscles to hold her deluge of piss in, she was still straining horribly and fighting for her sense of dignity.
The train seemingly slowly chugged along the track. Nancy had noticed not many people were in the cabin once more, so, with her purse in her lap, she discreetly slipped her hand between her clothed thighs, clutching herself with a death grip.
Sweat was forming on her brow. It hurt. It hurt really bad. She could not believe that a person could hold this long, with having so much to drink during the day. She had not gone since… She couldn't even remember! It was probably before she left for work, or near the start of her shift.
Looking outside of the window for the millionth time that day seemed to fail as a distraction. She could not focus on the blurring scenery, each landmark and building and leaf and tree blending into one another to form a solid wall of blurriness.
Hurry up… I gotta pee… Please, hurry up…! Nancy chanted to herself in her head, knowing it would not make the train go any faster, but she did not care. She needed everything in her power to make it home, make it to the toilet, throw herself on it, and let it rip.
She took her hand out from between her thighs, knowing she could hold it until she stopped at her station.
Her belt was cutting into her swollen abdomen, making her reach a nine on the desperation scale. Suddenly, the train began to slow. It would take another minute, or even less than that, to reach her stop, she estimated.
“Yes!” she could not help but exclaim as the train slowed more and more. Then, as soon as it started slowing, it abruptly stopped, making Nancy tilt forward slightly.
Before the train even fully stopped, she was clutching her purse and rising to her feet. Once again, gravity became her worst enemy, and a leak threatened to make itself known. She could not hold herself, though.
She rushed over to the doors, before anyone else could get a chance to. The doors opened as she reached them, and she practically waddled out of the transportation locomotive. Her legs shook as she stepped on the yellow line in the concrete below her.
Her nine was quickly rising to a nine-point-twenty-five on the scale of needing to urinate. Walking made it slightly more bearable, but she was still at risk of having an accident. Now, for the most challenging task she will face this week: walking the fifteen minute route to her abode.
The sky was dusky, the moon rising in the sky. As Nancy made her way to the sidewalk, she noticed a cafe! She could use their bathroom!
She hobbled over, only to find out it was closed. She almost started kicking the door in anger. “I guess I’ll just… Walk home,” she said out loud to only herself.
Walk? More like waddling and hobbling along the sidewalk for fifteen minutes until she got to her place. She was past the nine-point-twenty-five on the desperation scale; she was now approaching nine-and-a-half. She could not take the pain anymore, and not only that, she was at risk of leaking. Thus, Nancy resigned to holding herself with one hand. It was that bad. She needed this aid to help her hold it, lest she would never make it home dry.
She painstakingly made her way home, one hand gripping her pussy through her pants like a death claw. It was night, and not too many people were out, but the people she did happen to pass by ended up staring at her. She shot them a dirty look every time.
“I gotta gooo… I gotta piss…” she mumbled to herself as she took careful steps to avoid a full-blown accident right in public.
She was beyond desperate, beyond the day in the traffic jam. She could not even believe how desperate she was; her bladder swelled, a round mound on her abdomen protruding, her belt digging into it painfully. She could not take the agony anymore, and riskily slipped her hand away from her crotch so she could unbuckle her belt. Might as well do it now so I don’t have to struggle with it later… Nancy thought to herself.
Undoing her belt was the best decision she had made that day. Immediately she went from a nine-and-a-half back to a nine-point-twenty-five. Now she could hold it in easier.
She continued to walk at a snail’s pace down the sidewalk, the moon illuminating her way. Despite undoing her belt, her bladder started to rise back to a nine-point-five. She was so, so close, though. She could almost taste the relief awaiting her when she got home.
Each step felt shaky and risky. She was trembling horribly, still grasping herself usefully.
After some more time, she saw her house in the distance. With glee, she attempted to pick her pace up slightly, to get there faster. She was in too much pain to run; it would jostle her bladder horribly, each step would send dribbles out, she thought.
“Almost there… Come on… I got this…” Nancy mumbled for only herself to hear. As she approached her abode’s front steps and porch, she saw someone. Her neighbor was out on his porch, next to her house, smoking a cigarette. She quickly removed her hand from in between her thighs, hoping he did not see it.
Once she got to her front steps, he noticed her.
“Hey, Nancy. Wow, you are home late tonight. I usually see you before it is this dark!” he remarked at her.
“Uh, yeah… You know, the train strike and all…” She did not want this right now. She had to get inside and use her toilet, NOW.
The choking smell of cigarette smoke filled the air between the two.
Nancy tried to make him shut up with only her mind, hoping telepathy was somehow real and he would leave her alone. Despite this, he continued.
“How was your day?” he asked, not knowing she had a literal ocean residing within her.
“Ah, uh… Fine. Just fine. Calculations and data and stuff.” Normally she would give a quick rundown of everything, as he had asked this many times before when she arrived home, but this time she had to hurry. It was a race against her bladder at this point, and she was rising to a nine-point-seventy-five, despite her belt being undone… Oh, shit. Her belt was undone. That’s right! She prayed he could not see it unbuckled, prayed he would not see her bulging abdomen which was practically twice its normal size.
“Ah. Well, I guess I will leave you alone,” he remarked. He put out his cigarette, turned around, and opened his door, light flooding the porch of his.
With a sigh of relief, Nancy remembered another thing: She had to get her key out, to unlock her door. Now that she was alone, she crossed her legs as she held open her purse with one hand to fish them out.
She could not find her keys! What the hell? With agitation, she rifled through her purse forcefully, checking everything among the countless receipts, coupons, and so on.
She found them after a minute, but as she was putting the key into the lock, her hands were shaking so badly she dropped her bundle of keys onto the welcome mat! She could not believe this was happening, not at all. She folded over to grab them, and as her bladder pushed in on itself, she felt herself reach a nine-point-nine, just point-one points away from the ten, the explosive ten.
Nancy groaned as she picked up her jingling keys with a hand that could not stay still for the life of her. She finally, finally, finally got the correct key into the lock, turned it, and the door clicked open. At last!
She was in her own home now, dry as ever. Did she really make it?
Moving her hand back to in between her thighs, she walked through the doorway and slammed the door shut behind her.
Now for another challenge: getting to her bathroom. It was on the second floor, of course. Luckily, she did not have many stairs to climb up.
She hobbled once more over to her staircase, and slowly ascended each step. She had to hold herself with a death grip again in order to not spurt uncontrollably. She quickened her pace. She was so, so close.
At long last, she made it to the top stair, the second floor. Now down the hallway to the toilet.
She put her free hand on her wall, sliding it with her as she went, for stability. She felt as though she would fall over at any moment.
There it was. The bathroom door!
Gathering her strength, she broke out into a desperate mad dash, trying to reach the door before she finally hit the ten.
Quickly arriving at the door, she violently grabbed the doorknob and twisted it open.
There it was. The holy grail. The porcelain throne.
Her hand goes down to her pants to unbutton them, but it is too late.
Upon seeing the toilet, her bladder had decided it was over. It was time, even though her pants were nowhere near being off.
Urine forcibly jets out of her before she even knows what’s happening. Within seconds, hot liquid relief has flooded through her business attire, and a puddle is developing on the tile flooring.
“Wh… What?!” Nancy exclaimed. How could this be happening?! She did everything right, and yet here she was, pissing herself uncontrollably! And so close to the prize, to boot!
PSHHHHHH. A hard stream of pee loudly screamed out of her as she fell to her knees, dizzy with relief.
She had made it home, at least. Nobody could see her doing this.
Panting, she looked down to see the bright yellow puddle expand, soaking through the calves of her pants. She then brought her head up to look at the toilet while still hissing away.
“Unbelievable…” she groaned.
After over a minute of violently soaking her pants with a jet so hard it was spraying through the fabric, her stream died down to the point where it was gentler, getting more weak, and then, finally stopping.
Nancy realized she had closed her eyes in the middle of urinating herself, and opened her eyes. Her floor had a golden lake spreading it, pee seeping between the tiles.
She stood up cautiously. Her pants were soaked through; there was not even a hint of dryness on them. No dry spots at all. It even somewhat climbed its way up her shirt, too, the hem of it being soaked.
“I guess that’s the last time I forget to use the toilet before leaving work…” she remarked out loud.
At least no one saw her. She could thank her lucky stars for that one. “Thanks, I guess,” she said to no one in particular. |
Aqua and the staff of "Water"
Chapter 1: The Dungeon of Soakarso!!
Aqua rolled over onto her side.
"Uuuuh... I wish I had a better sleeping bag..."
She slid out of her sleeping bag and out of her Insta-Tent.
Aqua was in a dark, damp, and rather scary dungeon. Sure she went into dungeons pretty often. Usually it ended with her and wet panties. She always wore the same outfit. Of course she cleaned it in between adventures. It was a short red dress. She wore a pretty pair of white panties with dark blue moons.
Anyways, Aqua went into dungeons to hunt down artifacts and magic. She usually sold them for a pretty pack of platinum. She heard rumors that there was a magical staff in the Dungeon of Soakarso. That was where she was. She had to camp out in it because of the sheer size of it. It was a really straightforward path, but it was a long and treacherous one. Aqua used, ironically, a firebolt staff. She always managed to take out whatever stood in her way. Even if she was a pretty small girl. Being 22 and not being over 5ft. was kind of embarrassing. She was a pretty powerful mage so most people never bothered her.
She was pretty close to the final room. She felt it.
Too bad her bladder had to ruin her plans.
She has a rather small bladder. Her muscles down there didn't even compensate for it. They were weak. She leaked and had accidents pretty often. She was always teased when they happened too! Even nowadays people tease her about it. It was weird. Aqua was always strong and knew how to get out of teasing and stuff, but not when she was teased about her accidents. She always hated that. She never could stand up for herself about it.
"Ugh! Not now bladder!! Worst timing... I swear!"
Aqua got her Insta-Tent back into her bag. It only took a second
She then walks to the corner of the room and starts to pull her panties down, but a sudden arrow flying at her made her stop. She dodged the arrow, unfortunately landing on her butt with her legs spread out. Her pretty moon panties stood out in the light.
There was a wet spot!!
The sudden jump and landing caused her to leak!
In the distance stood a skeleton with a recurve bow.
Aqua put on a pouty face and jumped up to her feet. She pulled out her firebolt staff and shook it around.
"Flambasa...!!!! SEAR!!!"
She screamed the chant and the staff charged up. She shot the large firebolt right at the skeleton.
The skeleton rolled and dodged it!
Aqua gasped. She peed a little bit again.
She had to charge up the firebolt again.
The skeleton quickly shot another arrow at Aqua. She jumped out of the way landing on her knees. Scraping them.
"Ow!!"
She involuntarily peed a little again.
In her head all she could think of was the phrase: 'Curse you small bladder!'
Her mind raced. She was about to have an accident because of a stupid skeleton. She got frustrated and jumped back up.
She shook around the staff and chanted again. Making sure to aim where the skeleton couldn't dodge it.
"Flambasa... Sear!!!"
The firebolt flew with speed. The skeleton tried to avoid it but it was hit right in it's chest. Breaking him into bits.
"Phew..."
Unfortunately for Aqua she relaxed a bit too much after the skeletons demise.
Her muscles relaxed and she was full on wetting her panties.
"Aw... I had an accident..."
She stifled a moan and stood up straight. She actually quite liked the feeling of the warm wetness between her thighs, but now was not the time to have fun.
She walked to the door to the final room. She opened it.
It creaked open. The room was damp. Just like Aqua's thighs. She stepped into the room. It was calming. A sanctuary of sorts. She stepped up the stairs and onto the platform. There it was. The staff.
She smiled and grabbed it. Fully expecting something bad to happen.
Nothing did.
It was calm. She shook around the staff. Nothing happened.
Cautiously she touched the crystal part.
Instantly she felt her bladder refill.
She needed to pee again. Really badly. The staff seemed to fill her bladder to the maximum.
Of course Aqua's weak muscles down there caused her to leak.... Which led to her fully re-wetting her panties. She was soaked! Her thighs were all wet and her panties... She didn't even want to think about them.
This time though she didn't stifle the moan. She went with it and did it. She actually liked peeing herself. As weird as it was to her... She enjoyed it. It was comforting and warm! She really wanted to see another girl like her pee themselves, but she couldn't just tell them to. Now she had a plan. If she can touch someone with the staff they'll pee themselves! She wondered if there was a spell for it...
She looked at the rest of the calming staff room. She saw some sort of hole near the corner. Liquid could get through it.
Aqua thought for a moment.
She walked over to the hole and squatted over it... Not taking her panties off of course... She touched the crystal again. Her bladder filled to maximum and she uncontrollably peed through her panties again. Right into the hole. A blue light trail went through the room.
Out of the wall a bookshelf popped out. A single book was on it.
Aqua ran over to it and grabbed it. It was a spell book! It only contained one spell, a spell called 'Omorashi'.
She was going to have a lot of fun with this. |
This is my submission for the September writing competition. Hope you enjoy!
A Navy Recruit’s Misery
“Commander Stallard will be arriving at the base at noon, and I plan to get there before she does, meaning we will be leaving tomorrow morning at eight-thirty. I expect each of you to be present in your officer’s uniform at the front of the canteen building by that time. If you are late, I will not wait for you. We will drive up to Greenport harbor where a boat will be waiting to sail us east to the base. Be warned, it is a long journey, so come prepared. We will not stop for any reason. Is that clear?”
Those had been the words of sergeant Margaret Clarke, uttered the night previously in her own personal office, where Clara Benson had stood rooted to the spot among two of her fellow officers-in-training, listening to every word. The directions were simple, and Clara had no doubt in her mind that she would be on time at 8:30 in the morning as her sergeant had said.
But of course, her faulty alarm clock had chosen that day to malfunction, and by the time Clara’s eyes had finally fluttered open the following morning as she lay among the sheets of her bed, it was already almost eight. In a panic, she’d launched into a frenzy to get ready on time, hardly stopping for a second to catch her breath. After fifteen minutes of chaotic scrambling, she stood in front of her mirror, half-panting as she smoothed out her clothes as best as she could, trying not to look like she’d just clambered out of bed moments ago. As she had been told, she was in her officer’s uniform, consisting of a light blue button-down blouse tucked into a tight pair of dark blue pants, which were being held up by a black belt wrapped snugly around her waist. Her brown hair, which normally came down to her chest, was tied up in a neat bun at the back.
Feeling satisfied with the state of her clothes, she slipped her feet into her black boots, tightened the laces, then glanced over at the clock on her bedside table. 8:15AM. She’d be cutting it close, but she would make it on time. There would be no time for her to eat breakfast, but she’d compensated by drinking two cups of coffee instead, the last of which she gulped down before tossing the large paper cup into the trash and stepping out of her room.
Clara made her way towards the canteen, keeping up a brisk pace to get there on time and to keep herself warm in the cool autumn air. As she walked, she finally had a chance to collect her thoughts, her mind pondering the events of the day to come. It had all started last night, when Clara and two other students in the training academy had been called down to the sergeant’s office out of the blue. Normally, this was never a good sign, and it was with a healthy dose of worry that the three had walked into the office of Margaret Clarke, a woman who was as respected as she was feared among the students and her fellow colleagues. However, their fears were soon put to bed as the sergeant explained why they had been called. She had received word that Amy Stallard, a highly distinguished and well-known Navy Commander, was visiting the nearby Glen Rock Naval Base facility to discuss and prepare for an upcoming mission, and she had requested Clarke’s presence, along with a few of her best students in training. Clara, being one of the top students in her class, had thus been chosen as one of the lucky few to attend this meeting.
As the sergeant had detailed all of this, Clara had hardly managed to contain her delight. Her dream of becoming a navy officer was something that she took very seriously, and ever since she’d joined Officer Candidate School eight weeks ago, she’d made it her mission to excel in every task that had been thrown at her. Now, not only had her hard work been noticed, she’d also been rewarded with the chance to meet and work with Commander Stallard herself, a woman who was well known for her great accomplishments and intelligence. This was exactly the opportunity that Clara needed, a chance to put her name forward and be recognized for her drive and ambition, and she certainly wasn’t going to mess this up, although her alarm clock had certainly tried its best.
Clara was panting a little as she finally strolled up to the canteen entrance with just five minutes to spare, now feeling fully awake and clear-headed after the walk in the cool morning air. Stephanie and Jane, the two other students who had been selected for the trip, were nowhere to be seen. Figuring they were inside, Clara pushed through the doors of the cafeteria and into the large dining area within. She was met by a wave of chatter and the clattering of cups and glasses, the room packed with throngs of her classmates having their first meal of the day. Turning her head, she scanned the room in an attempt to locate her traveling companions, although it proved to be fruitless among the chaos of so many people walking about. What she did find, however, was that the smells wafting through from the kitchens were reawakening her hunger, which she had only temporarily managed to stifle with the two coffees she’d downed earlier. She looked longingly at the sights of bacon, eggs, and bread all around her, wishing she could get herself a plate and eat. But with just three minutes to spare, it was not an option; instead, Clara strode to the back, grabbed a tall glass, and poured herself some orange juice. It wasn’t ideal, but it was something, and she could certainly use the energy. After all, the sergeant had warned them it was a long trip, and she certainly didn’t want to pass out halfway through. Not wanting to dawdle, she gulped down the entire glass in one go.
It was then, as she swallowed the final few sips of the cool liquid, that she began to feel that all too familiar feeling down at the base of her abdomen. It seemed her morning double coffees had already gone right through her (as it usually does) and was already insisting on release. It would be best to deal with this now before they set off, and thankfully there was just enough time.
Halfway to the cafeteria restrooms, however, she was stopped in her tracks by someone calling after her.
“Clara!”
Clara turned to find Stephanie approaching her, Jane following closely at her heels, both wearing identical uniforms matching what Clara herself had donned. “Oh, hi guys!” She put on a smile, waving in greeting, and, not wanting to be rude, stood patiently they exchanged pleasantries. Unfortunately, this meant that whatever little time she had to take care of her business went up in smoke, and she had no choice but to go along as the three of them made their way back out into the cool, crisp air outside. It’s not so bad anyway, Clara reasoned. Plus, there’s probably a bathroom on the boat that I can use. Confident that her bladder situation was a non-issue, she put the matter out of her mind.
“We were starting to get worried when we couldn’t find you,” Stephanie explained as they came to a halt by the curb outside. Clara smiled, ready to explain the events of her hectic morning, but before she could open her mouth, a large, brown jeep came rumbling down the street and came to a halt directly in front of them. Noticing sergeant Clarke in the driver’s seat, the three students immediately ended their conversation, standing straight at attention.
Without getting out of the jeep, the sergeant looked them up and down. “Glad to see you all made it.” She beckoned to the back seat. “What are you waiting for? Get in, time to go!” The three women clambered into the vehicle, a task which required some legwork due to its considerable height. Stephanie took the right seat, Jane the middle, and Clara sat on the left. The sergeant was wasting no time today; the moment the door closed, the jeep roared off down the road, and with that they were off to the harbor.
The drive was rather uneventful, and in the presence of the sergeant, none of the students were in the mood to make small talk. Thus, nothing but the roar of the engine filled the air as they rumbled down the road to their destination, which Clara knew was about an hour’s drive away from their camp. She tried to relax as they twisted and turned down the small road, but emerging feelings of nervousness was making it difficult. She had never really met such a high-ranking official as Commander Stallard before and had no idea how this meeting would go. The sergeant hadn’t really made it too clear exactly what the students’ task would be, other than that they would be sitting in on the discussions about the upcoming mission which was to be led by the commander. Yet this was not enough for Clara, who was always one to be fully prepared for any situation, and the lack of information was bothering her quite a bit. What should I do? How should I act? Her mind was buzzing. What if I say something stupid and make a fool out of myself? She knew she was just overthinking, as she often tended to do, and tried to shove these thoughts out of her mind, mentally reassuring herself that she would do just fine.
It wasn’t just the nerves bothering her, however. Her need to pee had worsened quite steadily since they’d left the camp, and the urine within her bladder sloshed around with every bump on the road, certainly making its presence felt. She was finding it hard to ignore by now, but nevertheless tried not to let it concern her. They weren’t far from the harbor, and once they were on the boat, she would be able to use the toilet onboard. Yeah, I’ll be fine. She certainly wasn’t about to get hung up on something as trivial as a bodily function, not when she had far bigger things to worry about.
It seemed her kidneys, however, had other ideas. Perhaps it was due to the cool temperature, or the nerves bubbling within Clara, but her bladder seemed to be filling at a rate far quicker than normal. By the time they finally pulled into the harbor entrance, her urinary urge had amplified quite significantly, and she found herself subtly swaying her legs side-to-side across her seat to keep it subdued. She was caught by surprise at just how badly she already had to pee, and despite her earlier nonchalance on the matter, she was quite glad they were now just moments from entering the boat where she could go relieve herself.
The harbor itself was quite small, situated on the banks of a river among the forests on either side. Given the rural locale, traffic was minimal, and the place had a forlorn feel to it, although the flow of the river and the rustling of the leaves created a sense of serenity in the air. Clara certainly noticed a difference in the atmosphere here compared to the camp as she stepped out of the jeep, which the sergeant had parked in front of a lone, squat building situated about 50 feet from the waters. She also noticed the air was considerably cooler here by the river, shivering a bit as she felt a chill crawling down her spine, eliciting an even stronger reaction from her bladder. Stepping from side to side, she glanced over to the riverbank where a small white cabin cruiser bobbed up and down on the waters, anchored down next to a wooden walkway stretching into the river. It certainly wasn’t anything spectacular, but it would get them where they needed to go, and that was enough.
As the four of them made their way to the river’s edge, they were greeted by an older, weather-beaten man who emerged from the depths of the boat cabin and introduced himself as Arthur, the one who had been sent to escort them to the base. Sergeant Clarke began to exchange a few words with the man, while Clara stood waiting behind her with Stephanie and Jane. As the cold air washed over her from an oncoming breeze, she crossed her arms over her chest tightly, suddenly wishing she’d brought along a jacket to keep herself warm. Meanwhile, her bladder’s cries had grown very insistent, made only worse by the non-stop chilly winds, and she had to fight the urge to dance on the spot. Unable to keep completely still, she had to resort to shifting from foot to foot, doing her best to be discreet about it. Oh, come on, let’s go already! Clara felt her impatience bubbling up as Arthur rambled on about something, eager to get on board so she could hurry to the toilet and be rid of this bothersome need.
Thankfully the conversation ended soon after, and Clara followed gratefully behind the sergeant as they climbed onboard onto the deck.
“I’ll be up here by the wheel,” Arthur called out to them, gesturing towards the inside of a little enclosed cave at the front end of the deck where the helm was located. “You lot can stay down below where it’s warm, I made sure to heat it up on my way here. If you need anything, just come up and give me a holler.” With that, he turned and situated himself on his seat at the wheel.
“Down we go then.” The sarge led the way down a small flight of steps disappearing underneath the deck, leading into the cabin below. Clara was already thinking about how she was going to excuse herself to use the restroom. Do I even have to ask the sarge, or should I just go? Having never been in this situation, she had no idea. It would be safer to ask, right? Probably. Was she overthinking this? Definitely.
It was certainly warmer below, away from the biting winds of above, a fact which Clara was quite thankful for. It was a small area, quite cozy, with a wooden table surrounded by a few chairs taking up most of the main section, and nothing but a few cardboard boxes filled with supplies and junk on the other side. Rubbing her hands to warm up her fingers, she immediately glanced around, looking for the head; surely it was down here somewhere. After one quick scan around the room, though, she found no other doors among the walls, and there didn’t seem to be any other areas down here either. Damn, where is it? Was it somewhere on the deck, and she’d just failed to notice? No, that couldn’t be it, she definitely would’ve seen it. Stepping in a small circle, she scanned the cabin walls once again, going slower this time, but yet again, her search yielded nothing. She felt her heart drop. Is there seriously no bathroom on this boat? Clara couldn’t believe it. She had been banking on finding a toilet here, and not once had she paused to consider what would happen if there wasn’t one.
What on earth was she supposed to do? She suddenly thought back to the building on the shore by which they had parked the jeep, wondering if there was any chance that she could run back and check there. Before she could even consider this option, however, the engine of the boat roared to life, and with a sudden burst of acceleration, the boat took off down the river, thus marking the beginning of their long journey to the island base.
As Clara adjusted herself to the swaying motion of the cruiser cutting its way through the water, the severity of her situation slowly began to dawn on her: she was now effectively trapped on a toilet-less compartment heading out into the sea on a journey that would last no less than two hours, in the presence of two of her colleagues and her cold, ruthless sergeant, with a pair of kidneys that seemed to be working overtime as they deposited urine into a bladder that was already considerably full. A deep sense of worry settled over her at this realization. The prospect of having to endure a full bladder for the entire duration of this trip was not at all something that she relished. Given how badly she already needed to go, she was genuinely concerned about whether or not she would even be able to last that long. But she had to, there was no other way for her to relieve herself. It was certainly going to be a close one, but she would just have to manage. This was nothing new, she’d been caught short plenty of times before, and this certainly wouldn’t be the last. She was a grown adult woman, she could deal with this. I’ll be fine, we’ll be there in no time, Clara told herself in reassurance.
“Have a seat, everyone! Benson, get over here!” Clara was snapped out of her thoughts by the sergeant’s bark. Stephanie and Jane seated themselves at the table, and Clara quickly strode over to join them. The sarge, sitting at the head of the table, produced a folder filled with a set of documents.
“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that this meeting is important,” she began, removing some papers from the folder and passing it down to the three students who sat listening. “Commander Stallard invited you today to give you an opportunity to get some valuable experience and get a taste of what life as an officer is like.” Clara glanced at the document as Jane passed it to her, scanning it to see what it was. “Now, since you lot are still in training, you won’t be expected to do much. At most, today you’ll be listening in to the discussions in which I’ll be participating alongside the commander. But — and let me make this clear — you not being a part of the discussions is not an excuse for you to not pay attention. You are to take notes on everything that is talked about, and I will personally be reading them afterwards, so they better be done well. Do I make myself clear?” The three trainees quickly nodded in response. “Good. Now, I want you all to be prepared before we get there, so we’ll be going over the general topics that will be covered. I listed them all out here, make sure you follow along while you listen…” Sergeant Clarke launched into speech and began to go over some of the details outlined on the document which she’d just handed out, while the students sat listening attentively. Clara, always the eager and ambitious student, was doing her best to pay close attention, keeping track on the paper in front of her as the sarge talked about a new submarine which the commander was due to inspect, and some tests that needed to be run before it could be approved for use.
On this particular occasion, however, she was finding it hard to keep her concentration with the pressure of her bladder continuously mounting down below. She bounced her right leg in a rhythmic jig, trying to keep the urge under control. They had only just begun the journey, yet already her need was getting urgent. This could get bad.
Clara shook her head as she fought to regain her focus. Come on, don’t think about it. Focus on the meeting. No matter what happened, she wasn’t about to let her bladder get in the way of this important day, not if she could help it. Besides, she’d spent plenty of times in class while having to pee, this was nothing new. Letting the sarge’s words wash over her, she stared intently at the notes in front of her, refusing to be distracted by her bodily needs.
Over the next half hour, the briefing session continued, the sarge making her way through the document’s content while the students followed along with looks of concentration. They had to be ready, because every so often sergeant Clarke would throw a question at one of them, demanding an answer, and an incorrect response would certainly not be met with kindness. Stephanie, Jane, and Clara were more than up to the task, however – after all, they were three of the best students in class. By the end, not a single question had been answered incorrectly, and even the sarge, normally so difficult to please, seemed quite happy with the results.
“Alright then,” she said, retrieving her folder and proceeding to remove a further set of papers. “I hope you didn’t think we were done, because we’re not.” Clara reached out to grab the sheets that were passed down; it was a packet, a relatively large one with quite a few pages of text. “That document contains further details of several other topics that will be covered in today’s meeting. I expect each of you to read through it and familiarize yourselves with it completely; I’ll be questioning each of you afterwards, so be ready. You have half an hour. Go on, then, get started!” There was the shuffling of papers, a scrape of a chair, and then nothing but the hum of the engine and the splashing of water as the room fell into a concentrated silence. That last sound in particular was proving to be quite bothersome for Clara, whose need had now grown to a seriously worrying level. They were only a quarter of the way to their destination, yet already she was reaching a state of desperation. What on earth was going on down there? She couldn’t remember the last time her bladder had filled this fast. God, of all the days. She’d just about managed to keep ahold of her focus up until now, but it was impossible to ignore the constant, dull pressure in her abdomen, her bladder’s shrill calls now forcing their way to the forefront of her mind. Her eyes darted back and forth across the page, trying to grasp the meaning of the words as it sped through them. Meanwhile, underneath the table, Clara’s legs were bouncing continuously in an attempt to quell the burning between her thighs, her feet balanced on the toe-end of her boots. It certainly helped, but it was nothing but a temporary remedy, a solution that would not hold it back forever. The best thing that could be done for her now was to get to the base as quickly as possible, but that was entirely out of her control. She would simply have to sit and hope she could wait that long.
Clara sighed under her breath, both out of discomfort and frustration at her lack of concentration as she found herself reading the same line over and over again. She glanced sideways at Stephanie and Jane’s papers to see their progress and saw that she had already fallen behind by several pages. That won’t do at all. The last thing she needed right now was to get on the wrong side of the sarge, and that would be a real possibility if she didn’t pick up the pace. But as the minutes ticked by, it was only getting harder and harder to maintain focus, and she was getting increasingly restless, now squirming frequently within the chair. Ohh… come on, just read, just focus Clara! It was much easier said than done. God, I have to pee so bad.
The sarge had taken to walking slow circles around the cabin, hands clasped behind her back as she stalked the perimeter. Every so often a rustle of paper would interrupt the hum of the engine as a page was flipped, marking the slow but steady progress by the three recruits under the watchful eye of their superior. This continued for another twenty minutes. It was dull work, to be sure, but no one wanted to be the one to find out what would happen if they weren’t ready for the sarge’s questioning afterwards, so they kept their heads down and powered through. Clara herself was powering through an additional burden of her own, her discreet movements growing more and more frequent and amplified as time ticked on.
Ever so slowly, they approached the halfway point in their journey, and by now there was no doubt about it, Clara was well and truly desperate. Her thighs fanned back and forth across the chair, soft sighs escaping her mouth as she fought against the occasional surge of force from her bladder. Her sphincter was under significant duress, and its load seemed to be getting heavier by the minute. She was seriously starting to regret all those liquids she’d hurriedly consumed that morning; it would’ve been better to be hungry than have to deal with this!
Clara groaned internally as she heard the sounds of the water lapping against the boat outside, which only served to intensify her need even more. Ohhh, hurry up and get there already! Clara was known by those closest to her to be a very patient individual, a trait that was certainly going to be put to the test today. She glanced over at her companions, yet again trying to measure their progress, and was shocked to see Stephanie already on the last page, and Jane not too far behind. Clara herself still had quite a few pages left to read, and it was now a possibility that she might not even finish on time. Panic bubbled within her at this thought; spurred on by the prospect of having to face the sarge’s admonishment, Clara clenched her teeth and forced her mind back to the words in front of her. She had to get through it, no matter what her damn bladder was doing. Crossing her legs, she pressed her right thigh down hard against her left, adding whatever support she could to maintain control.
Suddenly, they felt an unmistakable bout of deceleration as the boat began to slow down. Startled by the disturbance, Clara head snapped up, as did Stephanie and Jane’s, questioning looks on their faces as they briefly wondered what was going on. Maybe they were just making a turn to avoid an obstacle? But no, the boat had slowed down significantly, continuing to do so until little by little they came to a complete halt.
Clara’s mind started racing, and she suddenly felt a flutter of hope. Had they arrived already? Oh yes, thank god! Maybe it was her lucky day after all. Just the thought of finally being able to get to the base – no, to the bathroom within – and being able to experience sweet, sweet relief at long last was already making her heart beat faster. She glanced around at the sarge, who stood still in the middle of the room with her hands clasped behind her. Why isn’t she telling us to go up?
At that moment, there was a thud followed by the high-pitched whining of some old hinges as the door at the head of the stairs opened and Arthur poked his head in.
Addressing the sarge, he said, “Apologies, I just had to make a stop here at the fueling station, we were starting to run low and I didn’t want to risk it, you know? My fault for not doing it earlier, I should’ve known better, these older boats have never been too efficient.” He gave a few hearty slaps to the wall beside him. “Anyways, shouldn’t take long, ten minutes maybe. Hope you don’t mind the delay.” Clara felt her heart sinking at the realization that they were not at the base after all. In fact, this stop was only adding even more delay to their trip, which was the last thing she needed. You can’t be serious right now. Irritation and anxiety bubbled up within her, though she tried to keep it from showing.
“It’s quite alright,” the sarge responded firmly, her neutral expression making it impossible to read her feelings.
Arthur began to turn around, then stopped suddenly and glanced back. “Oh, and one more thing. I need to load a couple of boxes onto the boat from the storage shed on shore. I’d appreciate it if a couple of you ladies could lend a hand; definitely would make things quicker.”
“Certainly.” Sergeant Clarke turned her head at the students’ table. No, don’t pick me, don’t pick me, Clara begged internally; having to lift heavy objects and carry them around was the last thing her bladder needed. “Jane, Clara, you heard the man. Go with him and do as he says.” Damn it. The two addressed girls quickly stood up at the command and wasted no time in climbing up the steps to join Arthur up on the deck.
As Clara stepped through the door, she was immediately enveloped by the cold sea air, prompting an abrupt reaction from her bladder. Jamming her thighs together quickly, she tried to look normal as she shuffled across the deck with Jane right behind her, battling to keep the urine within her at bay. The sight and sounds of the water all around her was doing nothing to help either.
They had stopped at a small island, which was seemingly empty save for a little fueling station at the water’s edge and a small shed behind it. On every other side around them, the blue sea stretched out towards the horizon, without even trace of any other land. They really were in the middle of nowhere. Had it not been for the great urinary burden which she was suffering at that moment, Clara would’ve found this experience to be thrilling.
Arthur called out to them as he disembarked from the cruiser, indicating they should follow him. Clara and Jane climbed down the ladder, the former being careful with her movement to avoid any sharp jolts.
“There isn’t too much, just a few boxes,” Arthur explained as they approached the little white shed. Jiggling a key into the lock, he shoved the door open, and the three entered inside. “Should be just those three over there.” He indicated to three cardboard boxes laying by the wooden wall. “The big one on the bottom is pretty heavy, you’ll have to team up for that one. Just put them on the deck by the side. I’m gonna go fuel up the boat, you two can manage alone?” Clara and Jane nodded in confirmation, and Arthur went off. Wasting no time, the two girls each grabbed a box and carried it back to the dock. They paused as they reached the ladder leading up to the deck.
“Hmmm. How about I go up and you pass those up to me?” Jane suggested, placing her box down.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Clara agreed, stepping from foot to foot as she stood, unable to keep still for even a second. Once Jane had climbed back aboard, Clara passed up the boxes one by one, bobbing in place the whole time, then began heading back to retrieve the final box. At least the movement seemed to help provide some distraction, even if it was temporary. Anything helped at this point.
It was then that she suddenly noticed another building next to the shed, this one even smaller, just about the size of a small room. It didn’t look at all interesting, and she merely cast a sideways glance at it as she hurried back to the shed, but what she saw written on the door made her heart jump to her mouth. The letters, written in white paint, were worn and chipped over the course of time, but the word on the door was unmistakable: “Toilet”. Oh my god. Just the sight of it made her bladder throb with need, and Clara felt her heart flutter at the realization that there was a toilet literally ten feet away from her. Oh, thank you, thank you! Clara thought joyously, unable to believe her good luck. Within the past half hour, she had condemned herself to the fact that she would have no choice but to hold it in until they arrived on base. That was no longer the case. It seemed she’d been saved from her misery after all.
She tore her eyes away from the little outhouse as Jane approached behind her, but there was only one thing on Clara’s mind: she had to get to that bathroom before they left, no matter what. Inside the shed, she bent down and grabbed the large box by the bottom as Jane positioned herself opposite her and let out a soft grunt as they lifted it up. Oh shit! The straining of her muscles from the force overcame her from just a moment, weakening her sphincter just long enough to send a spurt of pee into her panties. Clara almost dropped the box as she squeezed her thighs together, unable to use her hands to help herself. Thankfully, she just about recovered control as they began trudging back across to the boat, stepping ever so carefully across the uneven ground.
By the time they reached the boat, Arthur had already finished up with the fueling, and helped them lug the box up the ladder and onto the boat. The sergeant, who had made her way up to the deck, stood watching as they hauled the package over to where they had placed the other two.
“That should do it,” he grunted, shoving the box up against the side of the boat and stepping back while dusting off his hands. “Thanks very much for your help, ladies.” He gave them quick nod before turning to the sarge. “Well, everything’s all set, I’d say we’re good to continue.”
Clara’s heart pounded. They couldn’t leave yet; she had to get to that toilet! But she couldn’t just tell Arthur to wait while she ran off, not with the sarge standing right there. She’d have to ask for permission, there was no other way. It was not an action she was looking forward to at all; she was afraid of what the sarge’s reaction would be, especially considering they were already running late. Yet it was something she had to do, out of pure and absolute necessity. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to make her request.
But just as she began to turn, suddenly Jane swept past her, coming to a halt in front of the sarge in just three steps. Then, opening her mouth, she blurted out, “Sergeant Clarke, requesting permission to make a head call?” Clara stood transfixed, unable to believe what she’d just heard. You’ve got to be joking! Did Jane have the exact same idea as me? Evidently, she did. It seemed that Clara was not so alone in her predicament after all, a fact she’d completely missed having been so intently focused on her own internal struggle. Yet when she looked at Jane now, standing in front of the sergeant, the signs were there: knees pressed tightly together, fidgeting ever so slightly in place, clearly trying her best to hide the movements in the presence of her superior.
Jane waited for a response, while Clara stood staring behind her, still caught by complete surprise at Jane’s sudden request. The sergeant, meanwhile, looked rather bemused. “Miss Collins, I don’t see a head anywhere. Where exactly do you plan on going?”
Jane was ready for the quip. “There’s a facility behind the fueling station, next to the shed.”
The sergeant looked out towards the island, her eyes narrowed. “I see.” Her facial expression, as it often was, was one of firm neutrality, though this time there seemed to be just a hint of irritation in her eyes at her recruit’s request. But then she nodded, glancing back at Jane. “Alright, Collins, but make it quick! We’re late as it is, I don’t intend to dawdle here any longer. You have two minutes!”
“Thank you, sergeant!” Jane immediately turned and rushed to get off the boat, a look of relief on her face. Meanwhile, Clara could do nothing but stare at her back as Jane hurried off to the place where she wanted – no, needed – to go so badly. But her chance was gone, it was over the moment Jane had beaten her to make the request. There was no chance in hell the sarge was going to let them both go; she’d looked irritated enough at Jane’s inquiry, she’d probably be downright angry if Clara were to ask the same question. She looked out longingly towards Jane, watching her as she opened the bathroom door and scurried inside. Damn it, that could’ve been me! If only she’d spoken up a second sooner, she’d be the one inside the bathroom at that moment, tugging her pants and underwear down, her bare thighs cradling the toilet seat as she let it all flow out at last…
“Benson, what’re you staring at? Get down to the cabin!”
The sarge’s harsh voice snapped Clara back to reality. “Y-yes, sarge!” Tearing her eyes away from the bathroom, she turned around and quickly headed back down the staircase and into the level below.
“What’d you have to do up there?” Stephanie asked as Clara resumed her seat at the table.
“Oh, we just had to move a few boxes onto the boat,” Clara replied, panting ever so slightly as her legs shook rapidly under the table. Ohhh… The need was really strong now, the pressure within her bottom half starting to reach unbearable levels. How on earth was she going to make it? She couldn’t help but think jealously of Jane, probably peeing on the toilet at that very moment, feeling the great relief that Clara so badly needed. She knew Jane hadn’t gotten in her way on purpose, but it was hard not to feel bitter given her circumstances. At least hurry up and finish so we can get going, she thought in frustration, her patience now running dangerously thin.
Fortunately, the sarge’s two-minute warning was not ignored by Jane, who soon hurried back down into the cabin to join them. As she sat down, she leaned in close to whisper into Clara’s ear.
“Thank god the sarge let me go. You have no idea how bad I had to pee this whole time!” She gave a little embarrassed smile to Clara, who could only manage a taut smile back in return. Clara felt her ire bubbling up at the confession, even though deep down she knew Jane’s remark was purely casual in nature, and just like Clara had been oblivious to Jane’s desperation, so too was Jane now to hers.
As the sergeant returned below deck, they finally set off again, sailing off towards the base at full throttle. The time of arrival was one hour from now, an hour that would be one of the longest of Clara’s life. She ground her teeth and bounced her knees with added vigor as she fought yet another pang of desperation; they were coming more and more frequently now, giving Clara no chance to rest easy. This was going to be a long, uphill battle. But it was one she had to win. She had to. There was no way she was going to humiliate herself by wetting herself like some little schoolgirl.
Five minutes from their departure, the sergeant, who had taken her seat at the head of the table, began the thorough verbal examination of their reading assignment as she’d promised earlier. Over the next twenty minutes, she spat out question after question, cycling between each of the three students, leaving no stone unturned in her inquiries. Stephanie and Jane answered with relative ease, their statements straightforward and precise. Clara, however, was struggling immensely to keep her mind on the task at hand while desperately trying to keep her pants dry. Her whole body was tense from the effort, and even speaking was proving to be very difficult, her voice tight and strained.
“Benson, what’s the matter with you?” the sergeant snapped as Clara stumbled and stammered her way through an answer. “Stop mumbling and speak up!”
“Y-yes, sergeant!” Clara exclaimed in response, going red in the face at the reprimand. She cleared her throat, trying so hard to keep her voice free of the tension and desperation she was suffering at that moment. In between every question, she sat in total concentration, building up the strength to get through her answer in one go, trying to keep her voice from shaking. This continued on for the next fifteen minutes, and somehow, miraculously, Clara managed to get through without sparking another outburst from her superior.
She was utterly thankful when the sergeant announced the end of her questioning and said there would be nothing else for them to do than to just wait out the rest of the ride. The job certainly wasn’t done yet, though, not for Clara. There was just over half an hour left until they arrived, and this final leg of the journey was going to be the most difficult.
Clara crossed her legs tightly and clasped the sides of her chair with her hands, looking imploringly up at the ceiling as if begging to the heavens. Please, oh please, let me make it. Hurry up, Arthur, please go faster… Her bladder was so incredibly full, weighing down heavily on her poor, overloaded sphincter, threatening to crack it open. Her urine seemed to have crawled to the very tip of her urethra, just one little push away from being burst forth into her white cotton panties. Crossing her legs even tighter, she stifled a groan as a huge wave of desperation overcame her, bobbing her legs rapidly up and down while she pressed her clenched fists against her soft thighs.
“Are you alright, Clara?” Jane whispered suddenly from beside her, looking at her with a hint of concern on her face.
“What? Oh, yeah – no, I’m totally fine!” Clara answered back hurriedly with a flustered half-smile. “I’m… just a bit tired, that’s all.” She tried to act unbothered, not wanting her embarrassing plight to be revealed to everyone. Jane nodded slowly, seemingly accepting the response, and thankfully didn’t pester her anymore. Clara knew she simply couldn’t keep her movements hidden any more, she was absolutely bursting.
Come on, come on, come onnnn… Clara was practically counting the seconds in her head, her thighs feverishly swinging back and forth across her chair so fast that the friction was generating considerable heat underneath her. She could feel her bladder throbbing with pain inside of her, sending major warning signals to her brain as it reached its maximum capacity. Its time was quickly approaching, there was no doubt about it. But it would have to wait, there was no other way, Clara was not going to loosen her control until she got to a toilet. It wouldn’t be so long now, just fifteen more minutes until they arrived.
Clara’s feet were practically tap-dancing underneath the table as her movements grew utterly frantic, only growing in vigor with each passing minute. It felt like there was a volcano at the base of her crotch, ready to blow open with red hot lava, spewing and cascading all over the place in a spectacular fashion. Oh my god… Her face contorted in desperation as violent push from her bladder seized her out of nowhere, panicking as she felt her defenses being overwhelmed. Just for a second, she felt urine flowing in her urethra as a few drops burst through her quivering pee hole into her underwear. She tightened her thighs together harder than she thought was humanly possible, firmly clamping off the opening. Within a few seconds, the force slowly ebbed away, but the fiery burning between her legs was stronger than ever.
Clara genuinely couldn’t remember a time when she had been this desperate. She was on the brink, her bladder screaming at her, its walls being stretched past its normal size as her relentless kidneys pumped more and more urine into it. The poor girl sat there in absolute misery, tears forming in her eyes as she endured this horrible torture, with no reprieve in sight. Her cheeks were flushed pink, glistening with sweat from the gargantuan effort she was putting in to delay the inevitable in whatever way possible. Her tight pants dug painfully into the swollen bulge sticking out of her abdomen, worsening the pressure on her sphincter even more. She buried her left hand deep into her crotch and crossed her right leg over it, praying that she wouldn’t be noticed.
And then, for a second time that day, the boat began to slow. Clara’s heart leapt at the sensation, because this was the moment she’d been so desperately waiting and praying for for the past hour. At long last, they had arrived at the base, and Clara’s miserable journey was about to come to an end. Oh yes, oh my god! Oh, please, let’s goo… Both her clenched fists were pressed up against the base of her thighs, her knees glued together like magnets as they jerked up and down furiously. Just a little bit longer, she was so close…
The sergeant stood up as the boat came to a stop. “Time to go. Be ready, the commander will be waiting for us.” She began making her way up the stairs, and the students rose from the table and followed suit. As they reemerged on the deck, the sudden exposure to the cold air once again caused a very unwanted response from her bladder, and Clara winced as another spurt escaped, dampening her panties even more. Unable to hold herself out in full view of everyone, she jammed her legs together, hoping, praying, that the sudden urge would fade and spare her the biggest humiliation of her life. Thankfully, it did, and for the time being she held on. She must’ve looked like an idiot as she hobbled along taking tiny little dwarf steps, but it was the only thing that prevented the tsunami within her from pouring out. One thing was for certain, she had to find a toilet very soon. She suddenly panicked as she thought about the meeting, wondering if the commander was going to drag them there immediately. She couldn’t go, she wouldn’t. She’d have to ask for a bathroom, no matter how embarrassing it may be; nothing would be worse than the shame of wetting herself in front of such an important figure.
One by one, they climbed down from the boat onto the dock below, a task which required Clara to separate her thighs, much to her chagrin. Each step down the ladder was a monumental feat, her muscles clenched as hard as humanly possible; even then, pee leaked out with each bump, and it was through some miracle that she managed to keep the rest of it at bay.
Thankfully, the main building in which they were to meet with the commander was set close to the water’s edge, just about a hundred-foot walk from the boat. Clara stared at it in impatient longing, knowing that within those walls was salvation, sweet, delicious relief, so, so close. Her thighs chafed together with every step; she didn’t dare separate her legs even for a moment. She was so utterly desperate, her bladder filled to the absolute brim, not an ounce of space left inside, pushing so heavily against her poor, exhausted sphincter that she wanted to cry from the pain. Her every breath was labored, her brows beaded with sweat. Every second lasted an eternity. Yet she continued, step by step, one foot in front of the other.
And then they were inside. Standing within the lobby area as they entered was Commander Stallard herself, waiting to greet the new arrivals. This was the hard part. The three recruits immediately stood still at attention as the sergeant and the commander exchanged words. Normally such a natural and easy task, keeping herself still was now a damn near impossibility for Clara by this point. Her knees bobbed back and forth, practically of their own accord, while she desperately tried to keep the movements as subdued as possible.
“And these must be your students.” The commander, having finished her conversation with the sergeant, now turned her attention to the three young women waiting behind her. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Clara stood there trying not to pee herself as the commander shook her hand, focused so completely on not flooding her pants that she forgot to even smile, squeezing her hand too hard and shaking with far too much haste. I don’t have time for this! Oblivious to her condition, the commander took her time as she bid hello to each one of them individually, while Clara stood, starting to bend over at the waist as the pain reached unbearable levels, about to explode at any moment. Tears welled in her eyes as total agony tore through her body, and she had to stifle a whimper as she was ravaged by the intensity of her bladder. All this time, Clara had refused to be broken down, fueled by her pride and sheer will. Officers were supposed to be strong, they were supposed to hold themselves up through times of hardship, no matter what it may be. But everyone had their limits, and Clara was at hers.
“Well, now that everyone’s here, why don’t we get things started?” the commander suggested. “The main conference room is right down there, at the end of the hall.” She indicated a set of double wooden doors down the corridor. No, please, not yet, Clara thought in panic. I need a bathroom, please let there be a bathroom, anywhere…
The commander, who had turned to lead them into the conference room, suddenly paused and looked back. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She turned to face the three students. “Recruits, can one of you run to my office and grab the brown box on my table? It contains some documents I’ll need for the meeting.”
Clara’s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. This was her chance, she had to take it. It would be the perfect opportunity to go looking for a bathroom. Perhaps the commander might get suspicious at her tardiness afterwards, but Clara couldn’t care less about that right now. Hardly even pausing to think, she opened her mouth and blurted out, “Yes, commander, I can do it!”
“Ah, excellent, thank you Miss Benson. My office is down that way and around the corner; it’ll be the second door on your left.” She pointed to the direction opposite the conference room. Nodding hurriedly in acknowledgement, Clara immediately sped off down the hallway, walking as fast as she possibly could given her condition. She heard the others turning and going in the other direction, feeling thankful to be alone at last. Unable to contain herself, she shoved her entire right hand deep into her crotch and squeezed, grasping the fabric and pushing up against her urethra. She felt the wetness that had seeped out from her previous leaks and knew that it was nothing but a tease of the waterfall that lay within. Come on, come on, where’s the bathroom?!
She whipped around the corner, looking around frantically, hoping beyond hope for any sign of a toilet. It had to be here, it had to. Walking right past the commander’s office, she clambered down the hallway, sighing in frustration at every step. Turning down an adjacent corridor, she continued her desperation search, only to come up empty handed as she reached its dead-end. She wanted to scream. How could there not be a single bathroom here?!
She groaned as another massive bladder contraction sent an overwhelming surge of desperation through her body. Bending over at the waist with her legs crossed, she shoved both her hands between her tender thighs, gasping for air. Oh my god…
For one wild moment, she considered just ripping her pants down right there, squatting by the wall and just letting it all go, damn the consequences. It was just so painful, so utterly excruciating. But she couldn’t, she knew that. There was no chance she’d get away with it, and her entire career would be finished if she was caught. She ground her teeth, straining her muscles as she forced herself to stumble back down the corridor. She must’ve missed something, she had to try again. Step by step, she made her way down, then turned back into the main hallway in the direction of the commander’s office —
— and came face to face with the commander herself.
“Miss Benson, there you are! I was worried you’d gotten lost.”
“Commander!” Clara gasped, caught completely by surprise. She fought to straighten herself, once again trying and failing to stand still as she stood there with her fists clenched at her side. “I – I’m sorry, I was just – I was…” She had no idea what to say. But as she stood there, her bladder fuller than it had ever been in her entire life, feeling yet another spurt of pee shooting out into her already wet underwear, she knew she no longer had a choice. However embarrassing it may be, she had to confess her predicament, because the alternative would be complete and utter humiliation.
Drawing in a shaky, labored breath, Clara uttered, “I’m s-sorry, commander, I was just… I was just looking for the restrooms… I need…” Her voice trailed off as her throat tightened out of sheer urgency.
“I see.” Clara stared at the commander in apprehension, wondering how she was going to react. But then she smiled. “Well, in that case, you should’ve just gone to my office.” She turned on her heels. “Come with me.” Hardly knowing what was going on anymore, Clara staggered after her, both her heart and her bladder pounding inside her. As they reached the office, the commander held the door open for her, and the two stepped inside.
“I actually came back to get my pen,” explained the older woman as she strode over to the desk. “Then I saw you weren’t here, so I thought I’d go look for you.” Clara stood listening, although at this point she didn’t even attempt to remain still; her knees swung violently back and forth, the fabric of her trousers making an audible rustle as they brushed past each other.
The sound didn’t go unnoticed by the commander, whose eyes glanced over the restless legs of the young recruit standing half-bent in front of her. With a slight hint of amusement, she raised her right hand, indicating an unmarked door on the left wall of the room. “I believe that’s what you were looking for.” Clara eyed the door, her heart pounding harder than ever as she realized what was behind it. “Go ahead, Miss Benson, you have my permission,” the commander added, noticing Clara’s hesitation.
That was all Clara needed to hear. She barged forward, grasped the silver doorknob, and threw the door open, revealing the bathroom within. The sight of the toilet inside almost caused her to burst into tears of happiness; the one thing she needed more than anything at that moment, and it was here at last. Shoving the door closed, Clara staggered back to the toilet while her fingers clawed feverishly at her belt, ripping at the metal clasp as she fought to undo it on time. With every second, her muscles grew weaker, and she could feel warm dribbles starting to snake her way down her thighs. Come on come on come on! She gasped with every breath as her left hand alternated between tugging at her belt and grabbing her crotch in her desperate attempts to hold on. She couldn’t lose control now, not while she was literally standing in front of the toilet!
After a violent yank, the belt came free at last, and Clara danced in place as she grabbed at the button, her thighs pressed together tightly. With one final burst of effort, her shaking fingers undid the button and ripped down the zipper. Already starting to pee, she grasped the sides of the waistband, tore down her trousers, followed immediately by the cotton panties underneath, and slammed her bare thighs down onto the toilet seat.
Complete and total bliss enveloped Clara’s body as a monstrosity of a stream roared into the bowl below. Her shoulders slumped, head fell back, eyelids drooped closed, and an involuntary moan of absolute relief and pleasure escaped her open mouth. Hours and hours of holding and pain finally released, a feeling so powerful and amazing that she could’ve cried. She sat there panting as an absolute storm poured out of her, the noise so loud it sounded as if she were peeing a hole through the toilet.
For a full minute, she peed, and then some before the stream even began to slow. By the time it finally stopped it had been over a minute and a half. Even after she was done, she continued to sit there, not moving, breathing slowly and heavily as she recovered from the ordeal that her body had just suffered through. She felt light-headed, both from sheer relief and disbelief at the fact that she’d actually made it, an outcome that had seemed highly unlikely towards the end. As unlucky as she’d been that day, at least something had gone right for her, even if it was at the very end.
With one last sigh, Clara collected herself and began to clean up, knowing she couldn’t keep the commander waiting. After wiping herself down and drying up the wet spots of her urine on the floor, she flushed the toilet and glanced at her reflection on the mirror. She was glad to see that nothing was visible on her pants as they were dark enough to hide the small wet spot on them. Through some miracle, she’d managed to avoid disaster. Turning the doorknob, she swung open the door and stepped back into the office, where the commander stood waiting.
“Long trip, huh?” she commented with little smile.
Clara blushed, realizing that the commander had heard the absolute torrent she had just produced in the little room behind her. “Yes, it was,” she admitted shyly, her eyes suddenly very interested on the floor patterns by her feet.
“Sure sounded like it,” Commander Stallard replied, a note of humor in her voice. She grabbed the box of papers on her table, then carried it over to Clara.
“Next time, I’ll send a boat with a toilet.” The commander winked, smiling as she handed the box to the still-embarrassed Clara, and swept out of the office.
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Greetings, all. it was brought to my attention that there is a special challenge for creators in our community this month. The specific list of Omovember prompts I'm using can be found here.
Between my writing style and my schedule for this month, I knew I wouldn't be able to do 30 stories in any reasonable amount of time, so I modified the challenge a little. Instead, I'm going to pick 1 prompt from each week and write a story from that (though, if I can incorporate more than one, I will try). So, that's 5 stories in 5 weeks.
Some may be fanfiction, some will involve original characters. I already have some initial plans, but I'm open to ideas and feedback. I will try to update tags as appropriate.
Anyway, y'all ain't here for an explanation, let's get on with the first week's story.
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Week 1: Trying to Get Out of a Complicated Outfit
Alexi loved Halloween. What she loved most about it was the costumes. Unfortunately, once you’re an adult, the opportunity to wear a costume is much more rare. So, when she was invited to a Halloween party by her new friends at the local game store, she was ecstatic.
She resolved to take full advantage of the opportunity. Alexi was going to dress up as the original Harley Quinn design from Batman: the Animated Series. It was a personal favorite character of hers and an outfit she always thought was really cool. Alexi put her all into planning and preparing the costume to make sure it looked good through the entire party. She made sure to pre-wash and stretch the fabric, test various underclothes to make sure nothing would bunch up or look awkward, and buy waterproof makeup so she could eat and drink without smearing anything.
The one thing Alexi hadn’t accounted for was how difficult it was to unzip a full body suit by yourself, especially while wearing gloves. A fact she wished she had thought of before drinking so much punch. And a fact she really wished she had thought of before waiting 10 minutes in line for the bathroom.
Instead, here she was, standing in front of a clean and functional toilet with all the privacy she needed, desperately needing, but unable to pee because she couldn’t get this damn suit off.
Alexi pulled off her gloves and stretched her arms around, trying so hard to get a grip on the zipper just below her neck. Between her panic and constant potty dance, this proved to be an impossible task.
After a few minutes of struggle, Alexi was interrupted by a knock at the door. She was reminded that other people were waiting. Alexi decided her struggle to do this on her own was pointless. If she wanted to keep her costume clean, she was going to need some help.
To keep up the illusion that she had actually used the bathroom, Alexi flushed the toilet and ran the sink- a sight which did nothing to help her current dilemma.
Alexi left the bathroom just in time for a woman in an elegant vampire dress to shove past her and slam the door.
Alexi drew on all her willpower to force herself to straighten up and walk away from the bathroom at a normal pace. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to notice she hadn’t actually peed, despite occupying the bathroom for several minutes.
After rounding the corner, Alexi paused in the relative privacy of the doorway. She leaned over and held herself, taking in a few deep breaths.
She peeked around the corner and scanned the crowd in the main room. If she was going to ask for help, she needed someone she trusted. More importantly, she needed someone she didn’t mind seeing her almost completely naked. Thankfully, she spotted just such a person.
Across the floor stood Layla, Alexi’s girlfriend of the past four months. She had arrived late, so Alexi hadn’t seen her come in. Layla was wearing an absolutely stunning Cleopatra costume. If she weren’t about to explode, Alexi would have stopped to admire this beauty.
Taking quick, but careful, steps, Alexi navigated across the floor to her girlfriend. She tapped Layla on the shoulder to get her attention.
“Oh, ‘Lex, there you are! Good to see you, luv.” Layla greeted in that accent Alexi so adored. She pulled Alexi into a hug.
Alexi bit her lip and lightly wrapped one arm around Layla. Normally, she would enjoy this affectionate display, but right now, Layla was pressing hard on her bladder.
Once they let go, Alexi asked, “Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”
Layla scanned her face and frowned, “Yeah. Sure.”
The women excused themselves from their group of friends and sidled over to an empty spot near the wall.
“Everything alright?” Layla asked, concerned.
“Well… kind of. Not really.” Alexi said, awkwardly fighting between not wanting her girlfriend to worry and wanting to communicate the urgency of the situation.
“It’s just… Can you come to the bathroom with me?” Alexi blurted out. “...I can’t get the zipper down on my own…”
“Oh.” Layla responded, looking over her girlfriend while she danced in place. “Yeah, of course.”
The duo left the main room and headed toward the bathroom.
As soon as they entered the hallway, Alexi froze in place, doubling over. The only thing stronger than her urge to pee was her terror at the sight of the long line of people waiting. There were six people standing outside the bathroom door, some of whom looked quite impatient themselves. Even assuming everything went smoothly, Alexi estimated she would have to wait at least 10 more minutes. Probably longer.
Alexi tugged on her girlfriend’s arm.
“Hey, you’ve been here before. Is there another bathroom?” She whispered, “I don’t think I can wait much longer.” She added, staring at Layla with pleading eyes.
Layla thought for a moment and frowned.
“Sorry, there is another one in the upstairs bedroom, but Dave keeps that locked ever since he caught Sam and Lee shacking up in there last year.”
Alexi didn’t say anything in response. She only whimpered and continued to bob up and down, thighs clenched tightly together.
Layla patted the desperate girl’s shoulder. “Wait here a moment.” Was all she said before dashing off.
Alexi had no idea what was happening, but she really hoped that meant Layla had a plan. Maybe she was asking Dave for the bedroom key? That would be really embarrassing, but so would peeing herself all over his floor.
Alexi shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for her girlfriend to reappear. She watched the queue for the bathroom, which was not moving at all.
After about a minute, Layla swung around the corner with her bag over her shoulder. She grabbed Alexi’s arm and pulled her further down the hallway.
That sudden movement caused Alexi to let out a small squeak. She shoved her free hand into her crotch to make sure that was all she let out while struggling to match her girlfriend’s pace.
They stopped in an empty hall next to a sliding glass door.
“What are you doing?” Alexi asked, resuming her desperate dance.
“There’s a spot in the yard between the fence and some bushes that’s totally hidden. You should be able to pop a squat there without anyone seeing.”
Alexi was so stunned she stopped moving.
“You want me to pee on the side of his house?” She hissed.
“Ideally, you’d aim away from the house.” Layla shrugged, “But yeah.”
Alexi stared at her. Sure, this was an emergency, but peeing outside? In her friend’s yard, no less?
“Unless you want to try the queue and risk walking home in wet knickers.”
Alexi glanced down the hall. She wasn’t sure she could even make it to the bathroom door, much less wait in line. She shivered at the thought.
“Ok.” She relented. “But you’re sure it’s safe?”
“As long as you’re quick, I promise, no one will notice.”
Alexi couldn’t imagine going slow at a time like this.
Layla slid the door open and scanned the yard. It was empty and mostly dark, lit only by the nearby street lights. She stepped outside and beckoned her bursting girlfriend to follow. Alexi waddled after her, both hands firmly between her thighs.
Layla shut the door, then led Alexi to a corner of the yard. Directly beneath one of the windows was a small patch of dirt enclosed by the bushes, the house, and the fence with just enough room for a person to squat down.
“Ok, luv, turn around and let’s get that costume off before you wee yourself.”
Alexi didn’t have time to complain about Layla’s choice of words. She just stood in the dirt, facing the side of the house, trying to stay as still as possible to make Layla’s job easier.
She felt Layla’s hands sliding against her upper back, sending tingles down Alexi’s spine. Usually, this was a good thing. Right now, it just made her want to let go even more.
“Where’s the zipper?” Layla asked.
“Under the neck ruffles. There’s a flap that covers it.”
Alexi felt Layla reach under her collar.
“Got it!” Layla shouted.
“Please hurry!” Alexi pleaded. She twisted her legs together. Her breathing became heavier. A chill ran through her entire body. This was going to be close.
The zipper smoothly glided down Alexi’s back. The fabric loosened its grip on her.
“You’re good to go!” Layla said with a chuckle.
“Keep a lookout, ok?”
“Of course. It’s my job to preside over the Nile.” Layla joked.
Alexi didn’t process that quip. She didn’t have the time.
Alexi grabbed the fabric around her shoulders and began pulling the bodysuit down as quickly as possible. The top half came off without much resistance, leaving Alexi’s upper body exposed aside from the detached hood and a sports bra.
Now, there was one last big hurdle to clear. In order to get the outfit the rest of the way down, Alexi would need to spread her legs. She was afraid her clenched thighs were the only thing holding back the flood.
Alexi took a deep breath and shoved her right hand down the front of her costume. She slid her hand over the front of her panties and held on for dear life.
With her left arm, Alexi grabbed a handful of the spandex between her legs. In a flash, she parted her legs and pulled her costume down to her knees.
Alexi wrapped the empty part of the suit around her left arm and held it up as high as she could, hoping to keep it clear of the splash zone.
With one last, deep, breath, Alexi pulled down her underwear, exposing her quivering womanhood just in time for a spurt of pee to shoot onto the ground.
Alexi used her right hand to lift her panties out of the way and fell into a deep squat. While she was still lowering herself, she lost her last bit of control.
A powerful stream exploded out of her, tracing a line in the dirt. Once Alexi was in position, the spray settled into an arc that reached nearly three feet in front of her.
Between the two women, the only sounds were the loud hiss of pee shooting out from between Alexi’s thighs and the roar of this urine impacting against the dirt. Soon, these sounds were joined by a scattered trickle as Alexi continued to expel liquid faster than the ground could absorb it.
Alexi held her breath as she tried to steady herself, making sure she held her clothes far enough away. It would be a shame for her to come so far and last so long, only for her clothes to fall into her raging torrent.
Once she was confident things were as safe as possible, Alexi looked down at the line of piss flying out of her. She was impressed by how much she had held in and how fast it was coming out. She could see a small divot carved in the dirt where it hit.
When she finally breathed out, Alexi’s whole body began to relax. She shivered as goosebumps covered her exposed flesh.
She leaned her head back and let out an involuntary moan.
“Oh, my! Don’t think I’ve heard you make that sound before.” Layla teased.
Alexi couldn’t respond. She was too busy balancing the pleasure of release with the need to keep her body in position. As good as it felt, she had to keep her aim true. Alexi couldn’t let herself get distracted and either fall over or drop her clothes.
The surge of urine kept its full pressure for half a minute. Afterward, the stream gradually began to slow down, losing strength and intensity. Alexi shifted her feet as the end of her spray drew closer to its source.
Finally, after what must have been more than a minute, Alexi’s waterfall reduced to a small trickle, then a slight drip. Alexi pushed out a few last spurts, then she finally felt empty.
She gave one last contented sigh. Alexi felt so much better. There was still a dull throb in her abdomen as her overworked bladder tried to recover. Her legs were starting to burn from squatting for so long. But her relief overpowered all of that.
Alexi lifted herself up slightly and glanced back at her girlfriend. Layla was already holding a package of tissues over her shoulder.
“Thank you.” Alexi said meekly.
Being careful not to drip on her costume, Alexi took a couple tissues and wiped herself.
“What do I do with these?” She asked.
“They’re biodegradable.” Layla answered, “Just chuck them behind the bushes, luv, they’ll wear away before anyone sees.”
“You’re always so prepared.” Alexi said in admiration of her girlfriend’s forethought.
Now that she was cleaned up, Alexi pulled her panties up and stood up. She took a few steps back to get clear of her puddle. She couldn’t help but be a little impressed at the small lake she managed to create.
“Your knickers still dry?” Layla asked as she helped her girlfriend zip her bodysuit back up.
“Y-yeah!” Alexi responded, indignantly.
“Good, wouldn’t want them ruined so early.”
Once everything was back in place, Alexi whirled around and gave her girlfriend a big hug.
“Thank you so much.” She said, nuzzling her head into Layla’s shoulder.
“No problem. Just do me one favor…”
Layla pulled back and gazed into Alexi’s eyes with a smirk.
“Go light on the punch for now.” Layla said, “Wouldn’t want you to pop before the afterparty at my place.” She punctuated this statement with a kiss on Alexi’s forehead.
Alexi stared at her, dumbfounded.
“Now, let’s get back to the party before people start asking questions.”
“R-right!” Alexi said, shaking out of her daze.
She was really happy her entire face was painted. Alexi was almost certain she spent the rest of the night blushing.
Edited November 21, 2022 by Kid_Omo
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Didn't think I forgot about this, did you? Had this story in my drafts for a while, sadly didn't get to finalize it before my vacation. Thankfully, I have a good idea of what I'm doing for weeks 3 and 4, so I shouldn't fall too far behind.
Since part of this challenge is about getting out of my comfort zone, I decided to write my first story to focus on a male character.
As always, comments, feedback, and suggestions are welcome.
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Week 2: Blocked Path to the Bathroom
Nate yawned as he watched the country landscape fly by the passenger’s seat window of Alan’s car. It had been a long day, and an even longer week. Daylight Savings Time was the worst.
While Nate wanted to rest, today was the only day he and his friends, Alan and Nicole, could all get together to try out the corn maze at the Reindeer Ranch. This had become a yearly tradition of theirs, so he didn’t want to miss it. So, Nate grabbed a large Monster energy drink on the way and chugged it during the car ride.
As the ranch came into view, Nate began feeling the effects of his drink. He was feeling much more awake and alert. That wasn’t the only effect he was feeling, unfortunately. Nate subtly crossed his legs as the diuretic qualities of all that caffeine and sugar started to hit him.
Soon, the car pulled into the parking lot in front of the corn maze. The wooden gate at the entrance was one of the only structures lit up in the dusky fall evening.
Nate started to stretch as he got out of the car but stopped short and leaned forward as his bladder reminded him of his imminent need. Nate took a deep breath as the wave slowly subsided.
The trio followed the signs for tickets into a small souvenir shop on the property. Nate looked around the building. Amongst the knick-knacks and kitschy ornaments, one thing was missing: a restroom sign.
An old dog looked up from the floor and barked, wagging its tail as the group approached the counter. An older man greeted them from the back of the store.
“You kids here for the corn maze?” He asked.
Nate wasn’t sure if he should consider being called a ‘kid’ an insult or a compliment.
“Yes, we are.” Alan answered.
The man shuffled behind the counter and pulled out a few cards.
“After dark tickets are $10 each.” He explained, “There are 8 stations hidden in the maze. You can collect a stamp from each one to show you completed it.”
He slid the cards across the counter. Each one had a unique space for each station with fun names like “Dragon’s Roost” and “Pixie Forest”.
Next, he laid out a postcard with an overhead view of the maze. It was carved into the shape of a dragon. This perspective really showed off the large scale and intricate design.
“Here’s your map.” The man continued, “The entrance is here. There’s an emergency exit here, if you need it.” He indicated a spot near the back of the maze.
“The maze closes at 8. The emergency exit will lock then. The front gate will lock at 8:30. I’ll be sure to come in and get you if you’re still inside by then.”
Everyone glanced at their phones. It was almost 6:30.
“Sounds good, we shouldn’t need that much time.” Nicole said confidently.
The group paid for their tickets and started to leave. Nate took one last look around the store, but saw no signs indicating a bathroom, or a place one would be.
Between the shop and the maze, Nate spotted a sign that said “Restroom”. He looked where the arrow was pointing and froze.
There, next to the fence surrounding the maze, was a bright blue porta-potty.
Nate wasn’t exactly a germaphobe, but he hated porta-potties. He considered them an absolute last resort.
He looked around the ranch one more time, but there were no lights or signs anywhere else.
Nate bounced in place a couple times, trying to evaluate how full he really was. He decided he could wait until after their adventure so he could find proper facilities.
“Nate, you all good?” Alan called.
Nate realized his friends were waiting for him at the entrance of the maze.
“Yeah, sorry. I’m coming!” He shouted back, running to catch up with them.
Between the short run and the dry night air, Nate’s throat felt dry. He unclipped his hydro flask from his jacket and took a drink. It was nearly empty, but he figured he had enough water to last through the maze.
As much as they tried to strategically navigate the maze, the trio found themselves getting lost and turned around. It didn’t help that the weather and disrespectful patrons had altered the paths throughout the season. Nor did it help when the sun went down and they had to guide themselves with their flashlights.
After half an hour, the group had only collected two stamps. Nate occasionally had to slip a hand into his pocket and apply pressure to his shaft, the dropping temperature only serving to make his condition worse. Every time they stopped to check the map, he shifted from foot to foot.
By the time they finally found a third checkpoint, Nate was starting to worry. He looked at the sign for this station. It read “Fairy Fountain”.
The image of water spraying forcefully into the air reminded Nate of what he so badly wanted to do.
“Hey, guys…” Nate said, hesitantly, “Do you think we could call it early and head out?”
Nicole checked her phone, “It’s only been 45 minutes. We’ve still got plenty of time.”
“I know, but…” Nate sighed. He didn’t want to admit to his problem, especially because he chose to skip a chance to go before they started.
“Tell you what,” Alan interrupted, “I think I know where the next station is. It should be close to the emergency exit. If you still want to head out by the time we get there, we can leave.”
“Can’t we just head for the exit?” Nate asked.
Alan pointed to a spot near the back of the maze. “Right now, we’re over here. The emergency exit is closer anyway.”
“Ok. Sure, that works.” Nate reluctantly agreed.
The group continued deeper into the twisting corridors cut through the corn. They found some dead ends and had to double back a few times. It wasn’t too long before they found another stand with a stamp on it. This one was labeled “Mermaid Waterfall”.
Nate was dancing on the spot as he stamped his card.
“Can we please find the exit now? I really need to go to the bathroom.” Nate begged.
“Yeah, alright, buddy.” Alan nodded, “It should be just around the corner. Let’s go.”
Alan traced a finger over the map as he led the group around the agricultural attraction. After a couple more turns, they came across a wide clearing in the corn. Down the path was a fence with a small gate in the middle of it.
As soon as he saw this, Nate broke out into a jog, one hand lodged firmly against his groin. Soon, he would be out. Soon, he would get the relief he so desperately needed.
Nate pushed the gate. It didn’t move.
He tried again. Still nothing. He pulled on the gate. Nothing.
Nate frantically scanned his flashlight over the gate, hoping there was a handle or a hook he had missed.
“What’s up?” Alan asked as he and Nicole caught up.
“I can’t get the gate open!”
“There!” Nicole shouted after scanning the fence. She pointed to a black box with a red light on it.
“It’s an electric lock. It’s probably on a timer to automatically close at the end of the night.” She explained.
“But it’s not the end of the night!” Nate protested.
Nicole pulled out her phone. The time showed 7:20.
“You’re right.” She said, “Maybe they forgot to update it for Daylight Savings?”
Nate groaned.
“It’s getting really bad. Do you think I could just find a corner of the maze and…” He didn’t want to finish the thought.
“I wouldn’t.” Alan said, “I think there are still other people in the maze. There were some kids running around earlier. You shouldn’t run the risk of someone seeing you.”
Nate was quiet for a second. He could hear high pitched voices among the corn.
He sighed. “You’re right. Can we please hurry to the entrance? I’m really sorry, but it’s an emergency.”
“Don’t worry about it, man.” Alan reassured, “We got through half the checkpoints. That’s not bad.”
“Yeah,” Nicole agreed, “It’s not like there’s a prize. The pride of finishing the maze isn’t worth the shame of wet pants.”
“Please don’t say that.” Nate cringed, “I don’t want to imagine the possibility.”
Alan looked down at the map, “Alright, so we should head this way, then.”
Leaving behind the false hope of the locked gate, the group once again delved deeper into the maze.
Even if they didn’t find the most direct route, they had a much easier time navigating with a clear goal in mind.
By the time they reached the entrance, Nate was leaned over, shuffling his feet, his left hand firmly grasping the front of his pants.
As they approached the gate, three figures came into focus. There was a woman and two children who looked about middle school age waiting at the entrance.
Seeing this, Nate pried his hand away from his crotch. He did his best to stand still. He didn’t want to be caught potty dancing in front of strangers- much less strange kids.
The woman spoke up as they approached.
“I think the gate’s locked. I tried calling the owners, but I can’t get any reception out here.”
Nate’s eyes went wide. His heart rate skyrocketed. He felt dizzy. Locked? No. There was no way. Not when he was this close.
In a bid of foolish optimism, Nate pushed on the gate, hoping it would magically open for him.
It did not.
“Yeah.” Nicole said, presenting her phone. The time read 7:40. “We had the same problem with the back gate. This is their first weekend since Daylight Savings. I think they forgot to adjust the timers on their locks.”
“Yet another reason to hate that stupid tradition.” Nate muttered, leaning his forehead on the fence.
“So what?” The woman asked, “Are we just supposed to wait until he comes to get us?”
Nate shuddered. He wasn’t sure he could last 4 more minutes, let alone 40.
As he desperately looked around for a solution, Nate felt a spurt escape from him. He leaned on the fence, facing away from everyone else. Nate threw both hands into his crotch and marched in place. He managed to stop the leak after a couple seconds, but he could already feel it dripping down his leg.
Nate’s hose spasmed as he gripped down. He could feel the fluids trying to force their way down his urethra, his hands the only barrier. His lower abdomen ached.
Nate glanced over as his friends shone their flashlights around the ranch, searching for a solution.
“Hey!” Nicole shouted as her beam illuminated the old dog walking through the yard. “Maybe this will work.”
She waved her flashlight around and whistled.
After a couple attempts, the dog turned toward the maze and started barking. The deep sound echoed throughout the property.
Nate heard a faint voice call out, “What’s wrong, Flapjack?”
The old man slowly walked out of the shop. He followed the dog’s gaze over to the fence.
“The gate’s locked!” Nicole explained.
“Oh!” The old man shouted in surprise.
He began to walk to the fence as quickly as he could. Unfortunately for Nate, that wasn’t very quick.
Nate adjusted his grip slightly. A little more pee escaped as he did so.
After what felt like an eternity, the old man reached the gate and pulled out his keys.
“Sorry about that, folks. These are new locks. Must have forgotten to set them last weekend.” He explained.
In anticipation of his imminent freedom, Nate stood up, pulling his hands away from his pants. A quick, but forceful, squirt dampened his boxers. His legs trembled, desperately wanting to clamp together.
When the old man finally got the gate open, the woman and kids left first, then Nicole and Alan with Nate trailing behind.
Nate shuffled through the door and immediately turned in the direction of the porta-potty. Once he was facing away from everyone else, he once again clasped his hands between his legs. He could feel a wet spot on his jeans.
The old man was still talking. Nate heard something about a discount and trying to make up for the error. Right now, he didn’t care. The only thing Nate cared about was making it to that blue box around the corner.
His pace was agonizingly slow as he shuffled down the path, but Nate didn’t dare move any faster. He was afraid he would lose all control if he tried.
Suddenly, a sound broke through Nate’s daze.
“Mom, I have to go to the bathroom!”
“Me, too!”
It was the kids.
“Ok. Come on, let’s go.” The woman responded. “Excuse us for a second.”
Nate watched as the woman and her kids walked past him and headed to the same destination as him. All of them were walking normally. He knew there was no way they needed this nearly as bad as he did. Still, it wasn’t like he could cut in line in front of those kids. What kind of jerk would do that? What would he say to the mother? What would he say to his friends?
A one second long leak escaped Nate’s grasp.
What else could he do?
Nate was halfway to the porta-potty when the family entered and slammed the door. Another spurt caused pee to drip through his fingers.
As he continued to approach, Nate felt something bump into his hip.
That’s right! He still had his hydro flask. That thing could hold just over a liter of water. Surely, that would be enough to contain the deluge Nate was about to unleash.
There was only one problem. Where was Nate going to fill it up? He couldn’t just whip it out and pee out in the open. What if the kids caught him? What if his friends came to check on him?
Nate leaned over as another leak ran down his leg. He looked around frantically.
He noticed a dumpster up against a nearby building. There was a small gap between it and the far wall, just enough for someone to hide behind. If Nate could just get over there, he would be safe from any wandering eyes.
Nate took a deep breath and started moving. At first, his steps were small and measured. Then, another two second stream came out. He shuddered as the fluid flowed around his fingers.
Using whatever strength he had left, Nate tightened his grip on his shaft. He took off in a light jog.
Every step was agony. The full contents of his over-inflated bladder bounced violently with each step. He felt like he was going to explode.
Nate ducked behind the dumpster and looked around. He would be safe as long as no one walked past. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath.
Nate took a second to gather up the courage to release the iron grip on his junk. A burst of urine wet his boxers as he did.
He picked up his water bottle and felt something slosh around. There was still water in it. That wouldn’t do! Nate needed all the space he could get.
Nate danced in place as he fumbled with the lid, hands shaking wildly. He dropped the cap on the ground, then tipped the bottle over.
A steady trickle flowed out of Nate as he watched the water pour onto the ground.
As soon as the bottle was empty, Nate threw both hands into his crotch, basically grinding against his water bottle, in order to stop the flow.
Nate took a deep breath and braced himself for his final move.
He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.
With his left hand, Nate held out the bottle in front of him. With his right, he lowered the waistband of his damp boxers and pulled out his penis. It was completely saturated from all the leaks.
Nate moved the bottle into position, took aim, and…
Hiss
The crisp night air was filled with what sounded like a faucet on full blast filling up the metallic container. The force of Nate’s stream echoed off the walls of the bottle, amplifying the already roaring torrent.
Nate could feel drops splashing back onto him. He moved the bottle further away.
After voiding himself for a few seconds, Nate shivered, scattering urine onto his hands, his pants, and the outside of the bottle.
Then, Nate felt something else welling up inside him.
He lifted his right arm and bit down on his forearm to muffle the sound of a pleasured moan. It suddenly hit him how good it felt to let go of such a full bladder. It almost made all the pain worth it. Almost.
His knees went weak and Nate fell back against the dumpster, being careful to keep the bottle in place.
Nate kept a close eye on the water line as he continued to release his burden. He gradually tipped the bottle upwards, hoping to keep from spilling.
Even with the bottle nearly vertical, Nate’s stream showed no signs of slowing. He began to worry he had underestimated his bladder capacity.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the flow petered out and, eventually, stopped. The bottle was nearly filled to the top. Nate was happy he emptied it first. It would definitely have overflowed otherwise.
Nate gave a quiet sigh and tucked his dick back into his boxers. He zipped up his pants. The zipper was soaked.
He turned on his flashlight and scoured the ground for the lid to his hydro flask.
As he screwed the lid back in place, reality began to set in. Nate had just peed in his hydro flask. It was warm. There were pee stains all over his pants. His boxers were ruined. What now?
The first thing Nate did was slip into the now-vacant porta-potty and lock the door. He opened his bottle and slowly emptied it down the hole. At least now he wouldn’t be carrying around a bottle of piss.
He turned on his flashlight and examined himself.
There were scattered spots all over his pants. Most notably, there was a large wet spot in the middle. There was also a thick streak from the top of his right thigh almost down to his knee. His hands were glistening.
Once the hydro flask was empty again, Nate capped it and clipped it to his jacket. He would need to thoroughly clean that when he got home. And run it through the dishwasher. Several times.
He idly wiped his hands on his pants legs. It wasn’t like he could ruin them any more.
Nate left the bathroom and trudged to the parking lot, hanging his head.
Before saying anything, Nicole offered him some hand sanitizer, which he gratefully took.
In the lights of the parking lot, there was no hiding what happened. Nate’s shame was splattered all over his pants for all to see.
“You alright, man?” Alan asked.
Nate stared at the ground. His face grew warm. “Not really…” He muttered.
“Do I need to put a towel down?”
Nate’s eyes stung. “No…” He said, voice cracking. The stains were only on the front of his pants, the seats should be fine.
Nate felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Alan, smiling gently.
“It’s fine, bro. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Yeah.” Nicole chimed in, “We’ve all been there. Trust me.”
Nate rubbed his eyes.
“Thanks, guys.”
Alan shrugged, “Now let’s get you home. It’s been a long week.” |
Sorry for the delay, everyone, several factors both in and out of my control got in the way. But, you know I wasn't going to leave you hanging forever.
So, only two weeks late, we have my week 5 Omovember story. Hope you all enjoyed these stories. Feel free to leave feedback in the comments.
Now, enjoy!
Week 5: Peeing Together
Nate was exhausted.
He and Alexi had taken an early morning train into the city for a concert that evening. The concert itself was standing room only. It went late enough that they had to grab dinner on the go so they could hurry and catch their train.
With all this, it was no surprise when the gentle rumble of the train managed to lull Nate to sleep. The ride was going to take at least two hours, so he had time for a nap.
Nate briefly woke up when he heard Alexi stand up. At first, he thought that meant he slept through the entire trip and they had arrived. Opening one eye, Nate discovered that was not the case. The train was still moving through the countryside.
Knowing he still had time, Nate leaned back and drifted back to sleep.
Some time later, he woke up again.
Nate groaned and shifted in his seat. It took him a moment to get his bearings. He felt the constant vibration of the train and saw the world outside quickly passing by in the dim night. He also felt someone constantly shifting around in the cramped seat next to him.
Nate scooted back and sat up. That’s when he realized why he woke up. Nate leaned forward with a sharp inhale. A throbbing pain radiated through him from just below his waist. He really needed to pee.
How did it get so bad so quickly?
Nate tried to remember the last time he went to the bathroom. He didn’t want to miss any of the concert, he was worried about getting lost in the crowd leaving the venue, and he had to rush through the station to get to the train. Nate hadn’t peed since before the concert more than six hours ago.
The large drink he had with dinner certainly wasn’t helping matters.
Nate looked around the train. Aside from Alexi and him, there were only a handful of people in the car.
He didn’t see a bathroom sign, but trains like this normally had one, right? After all, people rode them for hours at a time.
Nate shifted forward and tapped his fingers nervously on the railing in front of him, bracing for the added strain standing would place on his bladder.
“You alright?” Alexi asked.
“Y-yeah.” Nate answered, “I just… have to go to the bathroom is all. I’ll be right back.”
Before Nate could stand up, Alexi said something that stopped him in his tracks.
“There isn’t one.”
“What?” Nate responded, stunned. “I thought these trains always had one.”
“Well, this one doesn’t.” She said, sharply, “Trust me, I checked.”
Nate leaned back and crossed his legs. He took another look around as though expecting a toilet to magically appear before him, which it didn’t.
He checked his watch. It had been just over an hour since they left the city, meaning it would be close to an hour until their stop, assuming everything went well.
It wouldn’t be comfortable, but Nate could handle that. Or, at least, that’s what he told himself.
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Alexi bit her bottom lip as she continued to shift her butt around in her seat. She tried to find a comfortable position, but that proved impossible. The discomfort had nothing to do with the- admittedly stiff- bench, it was entirely due to the mounting internal pressure.
She had managed to put the thought out of her mind, but then Nate woke up. As soon as he mentioned the bathroom, all that pressure came flooding back. She had badly needed to pee for the last half hour. Now, she didn’t have anything to distract her.
She thought it would be fine. She thought this train would have a bathroom. She didn’t see one when she got up to look around earlier. She even worked up the courage to ask the conductor when he came by to check tickets, thinking maybe they were just in another car. Instead, he confirmed what she already feared, there weren’t any.
Alexi cursed herself under her breath. She knew this would be a problem. She wanted to stop and relieve herself somewhere before getting on the train, but kept passing up opportunities. She wanted to make sure she was as empty as possible when they left so she wouldn’t have to worry about needing to pee on the train. So, she kept saying she would wait until the next one. She didn’t account for how quickly they would have to rush through the station.
Now, her “next one” was an hour away and she was floating.
Alexi looked at the map on the wall, trying to figure out how many stops were left before they would get off. She couldn’t concentrate and the map wasn’t very clear, so that proved fruitless. She thought it was three, but wasn’t certain.
Alexi regretted agreeing to take the train. They should have driven, she thought. Sure, it would be more expensive, take longer, and require them to find parking, but at least they would be able to pull over at a rest stop whenever they needed.
Come to think of it, the train stations were kind of like rest stops…
“Hey, Nate?” Alexi spoke up.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think we can get off at the next station? I have to go, too.”
She knew Nate was in a bad way. He hadn’t uncrossed his legs or stopped tapping the railing since he woke up.
“Didn’t you go after the concert?” He asked.
Alexi blushed slightly.
“I tried, but the women’s room was so crowded. I thought I could go at the station.”
Nate’s eyes widened for a moment, then he looked down.
“This is the last train for the night. I don’t have money for a cab or a hotel, do you?” He sounded defeated.
“No…” Alexi admitted.
“In any other circumstances, I would agree with you.” Nate said, “But I don’t want to be stranded until morning. So just… try to tough it out. We’re almost there. It’s only-”
Alexi stopped Nate before he could check his watch.
“Don’t tell me the time. I don’t want to know. That’ll be all I can think about, and it’ll only make things worse.”
Alexi knew they were still far away. An estimate would be more likely to crush her hopes than help her. At least now, she could pretend it wasn’t much longer. She needed that illusion to help her keep holding on.
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At each stop, the pair grew more and more desperate. Each station looked more and more inviting, beckoning them to come in and relieve themselves. Each time, they refused. As much as they would love to unload their burdensome bladders, they wouldn’t have a way to get home if they did.
The one good thing that came out of these stops was that more passengers kept getting off. By the time they were on the final stretch toward their destination, the pair were the only ones left in the car.
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This was a blessing for Nate. He didn’t want to make a public spectacle of himself, but crossing his legs and bouncing occasionally had long since become insufficient for keeping his waters contained.
As soon as the doors closed and the train rolled away from its latest stop, he slipped both hands into his crotch, pressing his hose against the side of his leg as hard as he could. He crossed his legs over his hands to add more pressure. Nate rocked back and forth in his seat.
He stared out the window, looking for any signs that they were almost home. Unfortunately, all he could see were vague shapes and open fields.
Nate wanted something to take him mind off his urgent need. There was nothing. Alexi’s constant squirming next to him wasn’t helping his concentration, either.
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Alexi was getting irritated. Nate kept rocking back and forth. The train kept shaking. It seemed like the entire world just wanted to upset her swollen bladder.
She slid a hand between her legs and bounced her thighs from side to side, stopping every few moments to squeeze them together.
Alexi looked around and noticed that they were alone. Trying to be as subtle as possible, she reached down and undid the button on her jeans, giving her bloated belly a little more room to expand. She instantly felt a little relief. But this relief wasn’t even a small fraction of what she would feel when she finally reached a toilet.
If she finally reached a toilet.
Alexi grit her teeth, shut her eyes, and clamped her thighs.
She couldn’t afford to think like that. She would make it. She had to make it. She wouldn’t let a fun day like this be forever stained by wetting her pants.
Nate was still holding out, that meant she could, too. There’s no way Alexi was going to be the first to lose control.
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Just as it seemed the ordeal was nearly over, the train began to slow down and eventually coasted to a stop. A quick glance out the window revealed that they were still nowhere near the station.
The PA system crackled to life and played a garbled message.
“Sorry, folks, we’ve got a freight train coming towards us just ahead. Unfortunately, they do have the right of way, so we’re going to have to switch tracks and stop for a few minutes to let them pass. As soon as we’re clear, we’ll get back on track and get you right to the next station.”
A loud horn blared a few times outside. The train was shook by a low rumble as the larger, much slower, train chugged by.
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‘No, no, no!’ Nate shouted in his head. They were so close and he had to go so bad. Why? Why did it have to be now?
He watched the train virtually crawling past outside. He stared until his eyes started to water. Nate chewed on his lip nervously.
Nate shifted his hands in his lap. He gripped down on the top of his shaft for dear life. Every movement brought a new wave of pressure throughout his body. His stomach pressed against the waistband of his pants.
Nate leaned forward and rested his head against the seat in front of him. He didn’t want to use any muscles that weren’t explicitly devoted to holding his distended bladder.
It felt like he had a bomb in his bladder, ready to explode at the slightest wrong move. He tried his best to stay still, hoping to avoid setting off this volatile organ.
Nate really wished he had a bottle with him right now…
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Alexi clenched her jaw and glared out the window. She wished she could get out and push the train along. It would probably be faster than waiting for that antique to pass.
If this delay was the reason she wound up peeing her pants…
Alexi’s body stiffened. A chill ran down her spine. She closed her thighs together with all the force she could muster, meanwhile tightening her grip on her crotch. She took slow, deep breaths to try to calm down.
She couldn’t afford to think that way right now. She had to stay positive. As soon as she gave in to the possibility that this could end in an accident, it would all be over.
Nate let out a muted squeak. He clearly wasn’t doing any better. But he was still holding on. In a weird way, this encouraged Alexi. If he could stay dry, so could she.
Alexi looked out the window on the other side of the train. She could see open fields with tall grass and bushes rustling in the dim moonlight.
She really wished she could jump out there and use the bushes like she did back at that Halloween party…
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Five minutes went by and the last rumbles of the freight train faded into the distance.
The train lurched forward, eliciting a groan from Nate and Alexi. They were both in dire straits, but the finish line was in sight.
The train quickly picked up speed until it was once again cruising along.
Only a few minutes later, the train once again coasted to a stop. This time, it was at a designated stop. The friends had finally reached their destination. Now, it was just a matter of getting to the bathroom.
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Alexi pressed both palms deep into her crotch and braced her kegel muscles.
Immediately after the doors opened, she sprang to her feet.
She dashed forward a few steps before freezing in place. Alexi had to stop and squeeze her legs together, feeling all her pent up liquids tickling the very edge of her pee hole.
The wave passed and Alexi managed to maintain control. This made her realize just how delicate of a balance she was trying to maintain. It was like balancing an entire pitcher on a stick, one wrong move and she would spill everywhere.
Alexi continued on, taking small, quick steps off the train.
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Nate held his breath. He dared to remove one hand from his privates, squeezing his other hand with all his might.
Nate grabbed the railing and lifted himself to his feet.
He stopped for a moment and leaned against the railing. He felt a huge pressure building up in his urethra. He could feel the fluids getting pulled down by gravity, his hand the only thing keeping an imminent explosion at bay.
The pain receded and Nate took his chance to move. He hobbled off the train, using the railing to keep his balance while his thighs remained clamped together.
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The train station was entirely abandoned at this hour, save for the two bursting passengers. They were grateful for that. While they were both beyond the point of caring what anyone thought, they would never live down the embarrassment of putting on such a desperate display for a room full of strangers.
This also meant there was no one to get in their way as they limped and waddled their way up the ramp to the promised haven of the restrooms.
It was a short walk from the platform to the nearest bathrooms, but the agony of holding far past their limits made it feel like a mile.
As the duo crested the incline, they began to panic.
There were three doors in front of them. Both the men’s and women’s bathroom doors were covered in yellow “Caution” tape and had signs saying “Out of Order”.
There was one ray of hope, however. In between the two was a door labeled “Family Restrooms” which still appeared totally functional.
Without a word, Nate and Alexi both shuffled toward the door.
Alexi turned the handle. It opened. She went in and Nate followed.
Neither of them were thinking very clearly at the moment. Nate knew family restrooms were normally for one person at a time, but he hoped there would be a urinal or something he could use. Alexi barely noticed Nate following her, she was so focused on her goal.
They both knew this might mean peeing in front of each other, but they were far too desperate to care about such trivial things.
Nate closed and locked the door behind them. He hit the light switch. His heart sank when he turned around.
The room that greeted them was a small, white tile room with a single toilet, a changing table, and a sink.
Nate considered the sink for a moment. It was about up to his navel. There was no way he could aim himself properly in this state. There was only one option in the room.
Nate and Alexi rushed ahead and reached the toilet at the same time.
They looked at each other, both shaking, both at the brink of disaster.
“Please let me go first!” Alexi begged, “I- ooh- I have to pee so bad!”
“Are you kidding?” Nate countered, “I’m abou- aah- about to explode!”
“Come on, Nate! I- oof- I’m on the verge of wetting myself. If you don’t-”
“No way! I- eeh- It’s about to come out any second!”
They both stood in this stalemate, bouncing on the spot. They groaned and grunted at the effort of holding back two immense reservoirs. Neither wanted to give up their claim, but they also weren’t willing to take the porcelain throne by force.
They stood like this for maybe ten seconds when a spasm shook Alexi’s bladder. Her eyes widened in panic.
“Fine. We’ll do it this way!” She said.
Alexi unzipped her jeans and started to lower them when Nate shouted “What are you doing?”
Alexi slid a hand into her jeans and held herself through her panties while she explained.
“We both clearly need this, so we’ll just go together.”
“Together?”
“Yeah. I spread my legs, you pee through the middle.”
“Wh-what?” Nate jumped in shock. Immediately after, he groaned and leaned over, fighting back a leak before it could escape.
“It’s that or stand here and piss ourselves.” Alexi said, growing impatient, “I know what option I’m choosing. If you want to wait, be my guest.”
She slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
Nate bounced for a second, weighing his options.
He sighed.
Nate clenched his thighs tightly together around his dick while he pulled both hands away. He unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper. As quickly as he could manage, he forced a hand down the front of his pants and gripped the head of his penis, hoping that would buy him the last few seconds he needed to get into position.
He could feel his shaft twitching. This was going to be close.
Alexi yanked her pants and panties down all the way to the floor. She stepped one leg out of them. She clasped both hands over her lips and bounced on the spot as she stood up.
With her pants off, the urgency of her need grew to greater heights than she ever thought possible. All she needed was to get into position.
She was quivering. Her bladder was hanging on by a thread.
Alexi stood in front of the toilet, too desperate to even care that she was naked from the waist down in front of her friend.
“You ready? Because this is going to come out right now!”
“Y-yeah.” Nate strained. “Please hurry.”
“Just make sure you keep your aim straight!” Alexi warned.
“I’ll do my best, just get on with it!” Nate said, bouncing impatiently.
“Ok.”
Alexi sat down on the toilet.
“3…” Nate pulled down the front of his boxers, whipped out his penis, and took aim.
“2….” Alexi spread her legs and pulled her hands away from her crotch.
“1!”
The tile bathroom erupted with the echoing splatter of two mighty streams joining together and crashing into the toilet bowl. The waters below foamed and rippled violently under the raging waterfall created by the two torrents.
Nate watched carefully and adjusted his aim to make sure Alexi wasn’t in the splash zone. He tried to hit as close to the edge of the bowl as possible without making a mess.
Nate focused hard on ignoring the fact that his friend’s vagina was right at the edge of his vision.
Alexi stared into the bowl. She shifted her position, working hard to maintain her stability in this unusually wide stance.
She tried to put the image of Nate’s penis right in front of her out of her mind.
Once they were sure of their placement, both friends lifted their heads.
Their eyes met.
Nate and Alexi blushed deeply. They quickly turned away and stared at opposite walls.
Nate tried to hold as still as possible, but his whole body shivered as he finally relaxed. Relief welled up within him now that his fight was over.
“Phew.” He sighed quietly.
Alexi felt a few stray splashes hit her thighs, but she didn’t care. As long as her clothes stayed dry. She leaned against the back of the toilet, overcome by the bliss of finally letting go.
“Hmm.” She hummed, contentedly.
For the next minute, that’s how they stayed. Neither person moved or glanced anywhere else. They stood frozen, like two statues, watching the walls.
The only sound in that tiled room was the echoing roar of two hard-held bladders releasing their contents as quickly as their fatigued muscles could manage.
Alexi’s deluge began to lose steam first. Nate’s downpour didn’t last much longer. Both streams gradually reduced until the cacophony that filled the room settled into a high pitched tinkle.
Finally, the two rivers ran dry, save for a few lingering drips.
Nate and Alexi both gave a deep sigh of relief. The shooting pain in their abdomens had been replaced by the dull throb of an overworked bladder.
Alexi grabbed some toilet paper and began to clean up. She started by wiping away the stray droplets and splash back on her thighs.
“Sorry…” Nate muttered.
“Don’t worry about it. It could have been much worse.” She reassured.
Alexi finished wiping herself and threw the wadded paper into the toilet. She looked up at Nate, who hadn’t moved an inch.
“... I need to… shake it off…” He explained, avoiding eye contact, “I think it would be better if you got up first.”
Alexi nodded.
She awkwardly slid to one side of the toilet seat, being extremely careful not to touch Nate or his member, and stood up.
She took a few steps away and leaned over. Alexi stumbled a little as she pulled her pants and underwear back over her leg.
She smiled as she saw her panties were still dry. She was really worried something might have leaked out when she was rushing through the station.
She pulled her pants back up and washed her hands. Morbid curiosity forced Alexi to glance at Nate in the mirror.
Nate shook the last few drops from his dick and put it away.
He tried to stealthily sneak a peek at his boxers to check if there were any stains. To his surprise and delight, there weren’t. He had made it out of this crisis totally clean!
He zipped up his pants and flushed the toilet.
Nate sidled over to the sink and shyly waited for Alexi to finish rinsing her hands.
After both of them had washed and dried their hands, the friends stood in deafening silence, unable to look at each other.
Nate cleared his throat.
“Thanks…” He mumbled. “For suggesting… that, I mean.”
“Hey, I was bursting, too.” Alexi said, “It was the best way to help both of us.”
“Still, you didn’t have to. You could have sat down and let me fend for myself. But you didn’t. So… thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” Alexi said with a faint smile.
They unlocked the door and peeked out of the bathroom. Thankfully, the station remained empty. They left, reassured no one else would know of their desperate actions.
“Seriously, I mean that.” Alexi added, “Don’t mention it. To anyone. Ever.”
“Trust me, I have no plans of sharing this with anyone.”
And they didn’t. Nor did they tell anyone about the extra pit stop they had to make on the side of the road on their way home. It remained their little secret. And it was likely not to be the last “little secret” between them. |
This story contains peeing from a female and a male. Some sex and naked peeing. And some wetting.
I just wanted to write an idea I had last night. My first straight couple story. And see if it could be a story. It did. But is it any good? You tell me.
My name is Jon. Me and Mia had been a couple a little more then a year. But this was the first summer that we lived together. We are lucky enough to have a nice house with our own pool. It's not big. But mostly it's just me and her in there. The neighbor couple are with us from time to time. Even when they are the pool is big enough. Inside the house we have a nice kitchen in a modern style. The fridge has ice-cube maker in the door. Perfect for the warm days when we feel for a cold drink. TV room with a surround system. We love movies and sometimes we sit on the sofa for six hours or more. All the time we hold each other. For me to watch a movie is good. But to cuddle with Mia is the best thing ever. We make food and goes to the toilet before we start the next movie. That's our way to avoid pausing. We also have two bathrooms. But only one of them has a shower. We plan to put it another shower head so we can stand under the water at the same time. Now when we take a shower together. And yes it does happen that we have sex in there. But I think I can count the times that happened on one hand. We have to take turns under the water. But the best thing is to just stand there soaping each other up and hug each other a bit of course. And now when we just have one shower head we have to stand close. So I personally don't feel like we have to rush with the other one. The yard has only a couple of tress around the pool deck and a hedge al around the yard so we have some privacy. None of us like garden work and that's why it's simple to maintain.
Today we have been cleaning the house. It's a hot day but it had to be done. So when Mia cleaned the kitchen, I took the bigger bathroom. When we are done with them, al the other rooms are much easier. In no time everything will be nice and clean again. Not that it was a complete disaster, it never is. But it's always a great feeling when you have cleaned up. When I was done with the rooms Mia wanted me to clean I went in to the TV room where she was now sitting.
- Darling. How about we take I nice shower together tonight? I asked.
- You would like that. Wouldn't you?
- Of course I would. I mean we deserve a reward after everything we done today. And as a bonus I will see you naked. I said with a teasing smile.
- Aha. Maybe I should start to shower with my bikini on so you can't drool over my naked body anymore.
She gave me a teasing smile back when she said it and started to walk towards me. She kissed me and continued to walk in to the kitchen, opened the fridge door. Soon I heard her say something that I couldn't hear.
- What? Did you say something?
- Yeah. Well I was talking to myself really but just so you know we don't have anything to eat.
- Oh I see. If you just tell me what you want I will go to the store.
- Thanks darling. How about something a bit extra to celebrate a good job?
- Sure. How about I buy a nice steak and ingredients to make your special potato salad.
- You want me to make that after everything I have done today?
- Yes why not? You won't be the only one. I will need to but the steak on the grill.
I said with a smile and kissed her on the cheek before I went out the door. I don't mind going to the store. We both do it. But to be honest I'm the one who does it the most. Just because I love to do things for Mia when I know she had a rough day or if I just feel like doing something nice for her. When I got back home, the front door was looked. So now I knew Mia was in the backyard. And when I opened the door and put everything where it should be I walked to the backdoor and sure enough it was open. I went outside and saw Mia standing in front of the pool in her green bikini with her back to me. She didn't notice I was back. I just stood there watching her, al 6 feet of her. She has the perfect body, normal build and 36D size breasts. Her brown shoulder long hair was glistering in the sunlight. Suddenly I saw something else glister. Her legs. I looked closer and that's when I could see her bikini bottoms was much darker between her legs. She was peeing. I continued to watch her stream until she was done. I smiled continuously the whole time. I started to walk closer to her when her stream started to decrease. Pee was still dripping from her when I slowly took my arms around her and gave her a hug from behind. She jumped a bit before she realized it was me.
- Oh. You scared me honey.
- I'm sorry babe. I just wanted to hug you. You know how much I love to stand behind you and hold my arms around you.
- Yes I do. How long have you been watching me?
- Not that long. I was watching you and was just about to walk closer when you started to pee. So I let you finish before I started to walk.
- I'm sorry you had to see that.
- Don't be. I don't mind. It was just a bit of a surprise.
- Please don't think I'm disgusting. I don't know what I was thinking.
- You have nothing to worry about. Nothing wrong with peeing in swimwear. They are meant to get wet and I think almost everyone has done it sometime in their life's.
- She turned around and gave me a big smile and started to kiss me.
- Thanks darling for being so understanding. You said you think most people had done it. So have you?
- Of course I have. Lots of times when I grow up.
- How about in your adult life?
- Yes I have. I have done it at least once every summer. When we started to date each other I had to hide it. Just like you I didn't want you to think I'm disgusting.
She smiled and started to kiss me again. I hugged her and soon I felt her hands move around my back. So I took one of my hands and started to move it down to her panties. Soon I felt the wetness between her legs. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't just pee either. She started to moan more and more. Just when I thought she was close to orgasm, she took a step back.
- How about we continue this in the bed later?
- I would love that. Will your panties be just as wet?
- Maybe they will. She said teasing me.
- With pee? I said with a smile and gave her another kiss.
Mia just smiled back at me and turned around so she could jump in to the pool. I smacked her ass just when she jumped. When she surfaced again she turned towards me and winked. While she was swimming I started the grill. While I waited for the right temperature I watched Mia in the pool.
- Okay babe. I think you have to come up now and start with the salad.
- I think your right.
Mia started to climb up the pool ladder. When she was up she walked towards me, before she kissed me. She took a couple of steps away from me, smiled and gave me wink before she looked down on her feet. I followed her gaze and it was easy to see that she was peeing again. Not that much this time but it was enough to see. When she was done she laughed before she went inside. Damn I really love that girl.
We didn't talk about her wettings. We just enjoyed the food. But I can't lie. I did think about it a lot, and was really looking forward to be in bed with Mia.
- When we were done eating. We watched some TV when Mia gave me another surprise.
- Hey. How about we take a shower together before bed? It will be a nice foreplay don't you think?
- That's a great idea. I love you.
- I love you too.
She gave me a kiss, took my hand and started to lead me to the shower. We undressed each other between kisses. Soon we were naked and got in the shower where the kissing continued. Mia took one of her hand down to my cock while she started the shower with the other. There we were, under the water caressing each other. When I felt Mia's hand touch my cock more often. I decided it was time for me to touch her pussy. Soon she moaned again, this time I hoped she would have a orgasm. But once again she stopped kissing me and took her hands away from me.
- Darling this is amazing. But I was so in the moment that I forgot to pee.
- But we are in the shower. Just pee. I honestly don't know why we never peed in the shower together before.
- Your right. It's weird we never done it. So it's time for that to change.
Mia had just finished her sentence when her pee started to flow. It was the sexiest thing I ever seen. I never thought that a peeing girl could be so sexy. I could hear the hiss from her and I don't think I ever been so hard before in my whole life. I just had to put my hand over her peeing pussy before it was to late. She didn't stop me. So I pulled her closer, caressing her pussy and feeling the pee between my fingers. I kissed her at the same time. This was like a dream. I loved every second of it. I feel I needed to pee to so I just let it out. Mia stopped kissing me when she realized I was peeing too know. I saw the desire in her eyes before she started to kiss me again and directed my stream to her stomach. Even when we were done peeing we continued to kiss and caressing each other again. Neither of us came in the shower. We wanted to save that to the bed this time. As soon as we were in bed, Mia was on top of me. It was the best sex we had for a long time. We both came hard. Mia first and hearing her made it for me. Afterwards we just laid there looking at the ceiling.
- Wow that was amazing. Mia said between deep breaths.
- It really was. This has been a perfect day.
- Do you think the sex was so great just because we peed together?
- I don't know. But it's easy to test. We just do it again tomorrow.
- You want to do it again? Did you like it that much?
- I really did. It was one of the sexiest things I ever seen when you peed through your bikini.
Glad it turned you on. It turned me on too. It never done anything for me before. But I guess it did just because you saw me and all the kisses that fallowed.
- This is great. We have found something that turns us both on. Now how about some cuddling?
- I would love that.
It really was wonderful day and it wasn't over yet. I soon moved my hand down to Mia's panties. I moved it around on top of them for I while. Soon I felt they got more and more wet.
- Oh honey. Are you turned on again already?
- I am. And it's really weird. I was just thinking about the peeing we did while you touched me.
- I'm so happy we did it. I love to see you turned on.
- Well I think you will see me like this a lot for a while.
- Great, now let me make you have another orgasm before we sleep.
- I would love that. But first I have to pee first.
- Again? Your bladder seems to fill up a lot faster today.
- I guess it's because I drank a lot while your where in the store.
- Oh I see. Well I know this will sound a bit weird. But I think you should just let it go right here in bed.
- What? I can't do that. We can't sleep in a wet bed.
- We don't know that. We have never tried. I promise I do the laundry tomorrow if you do.
- Well I won't do it anyway. That's one step to far.
- Okay honey. How about you just stand beside the bed and wet yourself on the carpet then?
- That I can do. I really need to go and would probably wet myself anyway on the way to the bathroom.
So here I was. Lying in bed and watching my love standing just beside it, getting ready to wet her panties. I heard I sigh and soon pee was coming out of her like a waterfall. It was great. I started to get hard again. And then I saw Mia's big smile and closed eyes. She loved this and so did I. When she was done she started to climb back to bed.
- Ahhh that felt great. Thank you for letting me go on the carpet.
- Your welcome. I loved it. And now you know if you wake up in the middle of the night and have to pee. You can just stand on the carpet and do it again.
- Well you know I hardly never need to go over the night. But this night I hope I will. I want to do it again.
- I love that this has become a thing for you. And I love you.
- I love you too and that you also like this pee thing we started.
- I gave her a goodnight kiss and touched her panties for a last time.
We both slept for longer than usual. And when we woke up, we looked at each other and smiled. Then we started to get closer to each other and started to cuddle. With the memory of yesterday in our minds we started to get in the mood early. We kissed and touched each other like crazy. Suddenly my hand that was on her panties got really wet and warm. I looked Mia in the eyes and I must have looked surprised, because she gave me a naughty smile.
- Well you told me to wet the bed yesterday. And now we not going to sleep in it for in a while. I thought why not?
- Wow you are really peeing. I can feel it. It feels nice.
- It feels great for me. It's such a nice feeling to let it go like this.
- Well if it's really that great. Maybe you will do it again next time we are changing the bedding?
- I probably will.
When I heard that I just had to try it myself. So while I kept my hand on Mia's panties and felt the pee coming out of her I let go too. It didn't take long before she knew what I did. She gave me a big smile and put her hand inside my underwear. We both moaned while we peed and touched each other. When our bladders was empty we started to kiss. And soon we were having sex right there in our pee. We both climaxed faster than we ever done before when we had morning sex. We caught our breath for a while before we got up and started to do breakfast. We ate it in silence. I was sitting at the table while Mia was putting the dishes in the dishwasher. She closed it and turned around, looked at me and smiled. I couldn't stop myself from smiling back. And that's when I saw it. Mia started to wet herself. She just stood there letting the pee go down her legs down to the floor.
- I know I can't wet myself everywhere. But I was going to mop the floor anyway so I just took the chance to enjoy myself. Do you mind?
- Of course not. You know I love this. To see you just let it go like that is so hot.
- Thanks honey.
She really had to go. Much more than I thought she would. The puddle grew and the hiss was filling the kitchen. It must be a lovely feeling for her to be free like this. At last her stream started to calm down, until it stopped.
- I loved that. Did I shock you when I just started to wet myself like that?
- No. It was just a little bit of a surprise.
Edited November 5, 2022 by Mrsonata
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This short is inspired a drawing made by pixiv artist: いろはす.
"I can't get over funny these statues look." Callie said as she eyed the literally stone-faced statue. Or maybe not so literally. According to the logs she had been reading, those statues were 3D Printed by the former inhabitants of this place they dubbed Alterna.
"Yeah,they remind me of some of the Emojis some inklings use in their texts." Marie replied. "What were they called again? Moai?"
"...................."
"Yeah,i'm happy that Agent 3 managed to get rid of the all that Fuzzy Ooze too, Captain." Marie said to the Agent-turned-Captain.
"Doesn't it feel great to have someone following in your footsteps, Captain?" Callie asked to the Captain.
"...................."
"Yeah, who knows? they might end up surpassing you. and Maybe THEY'LL end up being the captain one day. And then we'll have to hire a new NEW agent 3." Callie said. The Captain glared at Callie and pointed at her.
"Calm your tentacles, Captain. I'm sure she was just joking." Marie said.
"I do hope Gramps is okay though." Callie said with a worried look.
The two idols wandered around for a bit, taking in the sights. Callie stared at the artificial sky while Marie was deep in thought. At least it seemed that way to Callie and the Captain. She had a very strained look on her face and she was shifting around a little.
"Marie? are you sure you're okay? You've been like that for an hour now."
"Hmm? yeah, i'm fine. I already told you guys. It's very cold down here with all this snow. Don't you guys feel it?" Marie asked.
"I find it pretty bearable." Callie said.
"Well,aren't you tough..." Marie replied.
"........................."
"Oh that's right,cap. The snow is fake too." Callie said.
"i-it still feels cold to me!" Marie said nervously.
"Well, maybe you oughta move around some more! I'm gonna to look around to see if i can find any more Power Eggs for Agent 3 and his small fry." Callie said as she skipped away.
Marie looked at Callie and then at the Captain, who was just sitting there being completely unresponsive. Almost like they didn't want to be there.
"I uhh...I think i'll go do that to." Marie said as she slowly backed away from the Captain. The Captain just stared at her as she kept backing away until she was out of sight.
Marie began walking around for a few seconds before stopping in her tracks. She bent over and pressed her free hand against her groin.
"Oh for cod's sake." She whispered as she looked around. Those funny looking statues were everywhere and it felt like they were all staring at the awkward display she was showing right now.
"They 3D printed so many of these statues but couldn't 3D print a bathroom on this site?" Marie said as she shifted around uncomfortably. She had been holding it in since she and her crew arrived at Alterna and she hadn't found a place to relieve herself. The only thing on this island was Moai statues,Moai statues and more Moai statues. Sure there was an orange building in the middle of the site. But it was blocked off by a bunch of tape with seemingly no other way to get inside.
And all the other sites were currently covered by all that weird Fuzzy Ooze. Which they had no way to get rid off until Agent 3 showed up. Marie thought of holding it until the new Agent cleared up all the Ooze but...
"Hooof....i'm at my limit here. i need to find somewhere..." Marie said while leaning back and forth. That plan wasn't panning out the way she had hoped. Agent 3 was taking their sweet time and Marie's ink tank could only take so much more before cracking and spilling all the metaphorical ink. She took deep breaths as she tried to find cover that couldn't didn't make her feel like she was being stared at. She found another Moai Statue. however this one looked a lot more incomplete, with the top part of it's face missing.
"This'll have to do...." Marie said as she approached the statue. Resting her umbrella on her shoulder, she unbuttoned her coat and opened it, revealing some of her belly. She pulled down her tights to her knees. She shivered at the sudden cold and gritted her teeth. Trying to hold back the inkoming flood for a bit longer until she was in a squatting position. She tilted her umbrella until it covered her backside.
Marie took a deep breath and....
"Aaaaaaaaahhhh~" Marie moaned as all her urine splattered against the snow below. a yellow puddle formed below her as her bladder began to shrink. Marie leaned her head forward and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment relief. she opened her eyes and let out a sigh. The fake snow was slowly absorbing the urine that kept coming out of her. Her ink color was yellow today. and so was everyone else's. Unfortunately, Marie didn't bring her charger today. So she couldn't cover the puddle up by shooting at it.
"Maybe they'll think it's just ink..." Marie thought as her bladder continued to empty itself. Eventually, the stream came to an end until just a few droplets escaped. With her free hand, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a tissue. She always had a few of these by hand. She preferred to keep herself tidy and fresh. She got up and used the tissue to clean herself up. She briefly put the tissue on the ground and pulled her tights back up. After buttoning up her coat. She took the tissue and she left it in one of the many barrels scattered around the site and walked away from the scene.
"*Phew* i feel so much better now..." Marie said to herself. She hoped that relieving herself outside was not gonna be a common occurrence. Though if the other sites were as bathroom-less as this one. yeah....
"Tadah!"
"EEK!" Marie jumped back as she was surprised by her cousin's sudden appearance.
"i found some Power Eggs! Agent 3 is gonna be so happy!" Callie said as she held a pack of Power Eggs. Right on cue, an arrow appeared next to her. Indicating that Agent 3 was about to Super Jump to their location.
*THUD*
"Welcome back,Agent 3! Look,i found you some Power Eggs!" Callie said as she excitedly handed over the pack of Power Eggs to agent 3. A little Salmonid then jumped off the agent's back and began sniffing around. it then ran towards something.
"Hey! Looks like your little buddy found something!" Callie said as the Smallfry began inching towards the rock Marie was hiding behind.
Callie, Marie and Agent 3 followed the little Salmonid until they found a small puddle of ink. The same one that Marie had left behind. This caused Marie to blush.
"Is that....Ink?" Callie said.
"Y-yeah,Probably just a spot that Agent 3 shot." Marie said nervously. Getting uncomfortable with how the Smallfry was sniffing the "ink".
"Is ink usually so..see through? the snow also seems to be absorbing it a little. i don't recall that happening with our ink." Callie said.
"I'm sure it's nothing important. L-Let's just ignore it!O-Oh! I can hear the Captain calling us!" Marie said
"I don't hear any-" Callie was interrupted by Marie.
"C'mon! Let's not keep them waiting!" Marie said as she pushed the two agents away.
"H-Hey! Marie! Hold on!" Callie yelled out as she tried to resist.
The Smallfry took another sniff and then gagged.
"THIS WAY!" Agent 3 yelled. The little Salmonid turned around and hopped back to it's friend. It then looked back at the puddle. Wondering who could've left that behind.
And that's the end of this short.
Side note:
to any other Splatoon players on this site. I'm a little curious. How do you guys think inkling/octoling urine works. Do they just urinate ink? Do they just pee like a human. Or do you guys do it like me and just have it be urine but with whatever color the tentacles are. |
Sarah was a regular girl in her mid 20s who lived a normal life. Had a 9-5 job, a house and a partner. However, behind closed doors, she was a different girl. Sarah was deep down submissive and liked being little. Her partner, Hunter, was a daddy dom who controlled her in many different ways. Today was a different activity she never did before. Today, Hunter had asked her to get dressed in an outfit and fill her bladder, making her desperate to pee.
Sarah had spent 2 hours drinking water and now was getting dressed. Her legs were pressed together and she was moaning softly and making noises as she tried not to leak. She put on a pair of white leggings and a super girly pink frilly dress. She put bows in her hair and black shoes as requested. Sarah went back into the living room and didn’t hold herself but was nearing the need to. She had to pee so bad she was bouncing in place as she waited for Hunter to come home. She hoped he would come home soon so she could pee.
30 minutes later, Hunter came home and stepped into the door. He walked in and saw his girlfriend in the outfit he picked and dancing around. His cock got rock hard seeing his girl like this. “Hi there sweet girl, looks like you did as i asked like a good girl?”. Sarah looked at him and nodded. “Y..yes…. Yes i… i… i did….. i… i gotta pee so bad”. Hunter moaned softly and stepped up close to her. Grabbing the back of her head suddenly pulling her close. “Yes what? You know your manners, what do i go as when speaking to me?”
Sarah blushed shyly and squirmed in place. She was getting turned on by his actions. “Y….y…yes daddy…. I…. I did a a a as you told me”. Hunter smiled and kissed her “thats a good little girl, how bad do you need to pee? On a scale of one to ten?” Sarah held herself and bit her lip as she could feel her bladder full to the brim. “I…… i…i gotta go so bad….. i can’t hold it…. Please let me go to the bathroom, im at a 9?” Hunter laughed and looked at her. “Dance around, show me how bad you wanna go pee, do the full potty dance for me”.
Sarah danced in place as told and moaned and whimpered. She bounced and held herself as she crossed her legs and wanted to let go so bad. “D…daddy please i need to go so bad”. Hunter was softly rubbing his crotch as he watched this. “You wanna pee like a good girl?” he asked her as he watched this. Sarah nodded and whimpered “yes yes yes can i go to the bathroom?” Hunter smiled “you cant go to the bathroom, i dont give you permission to pee”. She whined and could barely hold on as she felt a leak in her panties. “P…please… i…. I can’t hold it…. I i gotta go”.
Hunter watched and his voice got low. “I said no, you better hold it or im gonna spank you, you are not allowed in the bathroom”. Sarah blushed and whined, holding herself tighter but she began dribbling and some pee dripped on the floor. “D…. D.. d d d daddy….. please let me pee…. Im about to wet my pants…”. She begged and begged but Hunter shook his head. “Hold it like a good girl or else”. She tried for about 20 more minutes before she couldn’t anymore. Her bladder exploded and pee began gushing into her panties. The front of her dress got soaked and so did her leggings as it pooled under her feet.
Hunter moaned as he watched and approached her. This was exactly what he had wanted to happen. He wanted to see his girlfriend piss herself in girly clothes. Pulling a chair out he sat down in front of her. Sarah was embarrassed as she finished peeing and looked at him, not expecting that at all. “H…hunter i… im so sorry… i… I couldn’t hold i.. ahh!” Before she could finish he pulled her onto his lap and lifted her dress. “I told you to hold it, now look what you did! And im not Hunter im daddy! Do you understand? Looks like i need to punish a bad little girl”. Suddenly with one swift motion, he spanked her ass.
Sarah moaned out loud as she was spanked and was getting horny as hell. “I…. I im sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to… I couldn’t hold it in, i didnt mean to speak out of terms”. Hunter kept spanking her and listened to her moans. “Sit up right now, you are gonna take something like a good obeying girl, remove your clothes, now!” Sarah got up and immediately removed her clothes til she was completely naked. “Now come here! Now!” He commanded as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.
Sarah got close and blushed as she saw his cock. “You got daddy so hard, im gonna show you how to be an obeying girl by fucking your tight wet pussy”. Grabbing her he pulled her onto his lap and slid his massive cock inside of her. She moaned out loud and rode his cock and he lifted her hips and slammed his cock inside of her. “Ohhhh thats a good little girl….. getting filled with daddys big thick cock. This pussy is mine and no one gets to have you but me!”
Sarah moaned loudly “yes yes yes daddy i like being your obeying girl! I love daddy’s cock!” As he fucked her sarah grew a need to pee again. “D… daddy you gotta let me go i gotta pee again..”. Hunter didn’t stop and instead fucked her even harder and faster. Sarah moaned louder and louder and squirmed too. “D… daddy i…. I gotta go pee…. Let me off”. Hunter held her close and kissed her. “No, you sit and ride this daddy cock like a good girl, if you wanna pee then you gotta pee on my cock”. She was in absolute shock by his command but feeling his grip he was serious. Unable to hold it for long again she began peeing again and soaked his cock and heard it drip on the floor.
Hunter moaned and growled into her ear and fucked her even harder as she peed. This caused Sarah to moan louder and louder. “Ohhh daddy!!!!!” She was approaching orgasm and loved riding his cock. “Mmmmm i can tell you are ready to cum baby, im gonna cum to, and you are gonna cum on my command in 10…”. Hunter began kissing her neck. “9… ohhh baby your pussy is so good.. 8.. i love fucking you.. 7… you are MY obeying little girl.. 6.. im the only one who fucks you”. Sarah was shaking and was trying to hold back.
“5… ohhh babe you turn me on 4… ive been waiting all day…3… to cum inside you…2 and now you are gonna cum! 1… Now fucking cum!” Hunter growled as he pumped Sarah with his cum and she screamed out and came on his cock. Hunter was still pumping her as they came. Holding her as they were out of breath he laid her head on his shoulder and blushed. “Ohhh babygirl that was so good..”. Sarah lifted her head and looked at him. “So… you are into pee?” She never expected this and watched as Hunter for once looked shy.
“Yea… you looked so hot babe, i loved it, you seemed like you liked it too.” She blushed and nodded “actually… yea i did…. It felt so orgasmic.. im happy to do that more.” Hunter smirked and looked at her. “Good, because there is something else i need to have my little girl try”. Sarah smirked and looked at him “oh? And whats that?” Hunter kissed her and whispered in her ear. “I think a little girl who wets herself like a naughty girl needs diapers”.
The end |
Lisa was on her way back from the gym. In white joggers, pink leggings and a blue T-shirt. She was eager to get home and use the loo, she didn't like using the ones at the gym, especially for #2. She would even opt to leak a little pee in her leggings than use the public toilets. On her way home she walks through the park as per usual.
As she strolls through the park, she hears a noise from the trees, first she thinks its just an animal, but then it sounds like a crying baby. So Lisa runs over afraid for it. As she does so she trips. Rolls her ankle? Holds her arms out to stop her fall. Her fall doesn't stop. She screams as she falls through the ground, tumbling through the void.
There's nothing. Just blank, deafening quiet. She feels herself screaming, but cannot even hear herself. After just a few moments she lands, THUD! It hurt, it really did, but nothing seems broken. She takes a moment to catch her breath, she can hear her breath. "Hello?" she can hear that too, even a slight echo in the dark, though not pitch black like before. There's a dim flickering light in the distance, no, around the corner. She slowly gets to her feet, feeling the pang in her bladder once again, but that's the least of her problems, right? Lisa begins to walk towards the light, around the corner. Walls, Lights, hallways, as far as she can see. What is this nightmare purgatory. Where the hell is she.
She explores the endless office space for what seems like hours. Her need grows more and more till she begins to consider going on the floor. There doesn't appear to be anyone around in whatever this place is, but still, it feels wrong. she searches for a discrete corner, just incase there is someone, somewhere. Once she finds a discrete, albeit dark, corner she backs up stops and listens to check there is in fact no one around. Once satisfied she begins to slowly lower her pink leggings and black panties. Squatting down, ready to pee on this already yellow carpet. Its hard to voluntarily piss on carpet, never having been naughty like this before. Not *this* naughty anyway. As she waits in position, begging her bladder to release, she thinks about times she has intentionally wet at or on the way home. Times she has even soiled her self at home right before a nice warm shower. But she has never gone on the floor or in public, these had always excited her, but she was too self conscious to try such things.
Her knees began to ache, waiting so long in a squat. And just as she smiled with excitement, a few drops finally leaving her tense body... she goes pale, wide eyed, even tenser stopping any flow. What was that Sound!? There's someone there! She jumps up and pulls her pants up. No something, that wasn't a human sound. She sees a silhouette in the distance, not a human one. She holds back a scream and quietly shuffles out of the corner. Her bursting bladder overshadowed only by her racing heart. Once out of the corner and in view of long hallways she begins to run, as fast as she can with her full bladder. Faster even. The pain. The fear. She leaks as she runs, the piss pushed out from the force. But there's something after her. After running for sometime she stops, confident its no longer behind her. Panting, clenching, holding herself. Her crotch damp, but her bladder still mostly full. It could come again, this place is inhuman. She closes her eyes and focuses. She finally begins to pee, properly, hardly even feeling relief, just feeling the wet warmth down her legs.
About half way empty she hears it again. She tries to stop her flow, she cant. She begins to run, it hurts, but eventually her flow cuts off. Her wet legs are nothing compared to the squelching in her shoes. Squelching! noise! oh god it can hear her. Still trying to keep moving she struggles to get her shoes off. She barely gets them off before the creature catches up. She screams as she flees once again.
Minutes later she seems to have gotten away again, panting deep, exhausted, she leans against a wall and manages to let the rest out. Just gushing pissing through her leggings. She enjoys the feeling, and is actually grateful for the clothing, the pee running down her legs is much quieter then spraying into the carpet. Thankfully she feels some relief and pleasure near the end of emptying her bladder. Her mild smile soon fades as she feels the need to fart. She is able to with effort make it silent. But its a bad sign. She has to poop. This thing has already caught her with her pants down, she opted to wet rather than be vulnerable. But poop, how could she manage that with it being there at any moment. Oh god, she has to find a way out of this place. At least she isn't desperate yet. It's still manageable.
She wanders this never ending maze of yellow carpet. Beginning to grow aroused from her wet state. Her heart still racing however, checking over her shoulder constantly. And trying to suppress or at least quieten every fart. Eventually she stumbles upon a staircase up. She assumes this must be the way out and hurries up excitedly. The spiral staircase is long, multiple stories, she ponders whether this is endless like the maze and stops, leaning against the rail on the verge of sobbing. She holds it back, afraid to be heard. She figures going back down wouldn't be any better, so despite the crushing fear, exhaustion and growing pressure in her bowels, she continues up. Many stories up she must take another break. As she leans against the railing a wave of pressure goes through her. she figures there's no point fighting it completely, so she leans forward and gets ready to push a small load into her panties. However she only trickles some pee as she turtle necks, merely staining her panties while reliving herself none. She figures she better keep moving, opting to hold the rest in and continue up the stairs.
The stairs end, they actually end. and she hasn't heard that creature in some time. However, she is not outside, just a different floor. One of tiling, like a pool. Like a pools showers... like a bathroom! Excitement coursing through her, she runs around searching with a burst of energy. Her energy and excitement slowly fade as its once again endless hallways and empty rooms, just of tile now instead of carpet and wallpaper. She figures since she hasn't heard it in a while, now might be the chance to relieve herself. But again her instinct is that shitting on the floor is a terrible thing to do. She grapples with it for some time, pacing as the pressure builds. Eventually she gives in. Lowering her leggings, squatting, and ... FUCK, of course, brilliant timing, its back, she can hear it. Just as she began to pee she lifts up her leggings, wetting them more. And begins to flee once again.
Again she loses it, sighing in relief. She leans against a wall to catch her breath. As she rests she spots a door in the distance. Her interest piqued she moves toward it. When she gets close she breaks into hysterical laughter. It's a bathroom door, and its 'occupied'. What cruel joke is this. She sees more doors down the hallway and continues to investigate them one by one, all the while her farts coming more and more, nearly at her limit. Most are 'occupied'. She finds one that is 'vacant'. She enters, there is no toilet. Just a bed of all things. In what looks like a bathroom. Exhausted and at whit's end she flops onto the bed, laughing in her mind at the nonsense of her situation. Another wave comes, she gives in and begins to mess herself. Laying her torso flat on the bed, her legs off the edge, kneeling on the floor. She gives in completely, utterly soiling herself. Brown piss running down her legs.
Halfway through her relief the door slams open, its the creature. Her heart stops, there is no escape, that was the only entrance to this room. She admits defeat and accepts her fate, too exhausted to run, to even scream. She continues to shit herself in defeat and fear as it comes closer. Tentacles sprout from its hideous figure and begin to approach her. She buries her head into the bed in fear. The last of her waste leaves her body and pushes into her overstuffed panties as she waits for her impending doom.
After an excruciating silence, she looks up to see Its not there. It's just gone. The room is empty, apart from her brown puddle. The door is closed. She slowly gets to her feet. Feeling her bulging mess squish against her lower back. she shivers from a mix of disgust and arousal. She waddles over to the door and slowly opens it. There is no monster, just the hallway. Wait, it's not the same hallway as before, its, her hallway. Her pictures and art hung on the wall, her living room at the end. She steps through the doorway and slowly makes her way down the hallway, questioning the reality of this. The door closes behind her. She turns back startled. To see its now just her typical front door, she can see sunlight through the mosaic. She rushes to it and opens the door. Its true, she's home. the sunlight and fresh air feel wonderful. She then notices the eyes of a pedestrian passing bye looking at her, at her crotch. Soaked and messy. She swiftly shuts the door and runs to the bathroom. Leaving a trail of brown pee and footprints in the hallway rug. She strips down and jumps in the shower. Mostly relieved to be home, to be clean. But still unnerved and paranoid. Afraid that this isn't real.
(I just kinda improvved this, from some jokes i had with lewd friends. It almost went even darker with a bad ending)
Edited November 6, 2022 by Zero_4793
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Elevator Emergency
Miranda’s day had started off with no indication that it would take the turn it did. She showered, combed her long, red hair, and got dressed. Today she wore a green t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts that fit her shapely figure nicely. She had been in a hurry because her alarm had not gone off this morning so she didn’t have time to use the toilet before grabbing her large water bottle and her belongings.
On her way to campus she heard an email notification that she decided to check when she got to campus. Her morning coffee started to hit her bladder about halfway there, but she didn’t think too much about it, figuring she’d go when she arrived.
Arriving on campus, Miranda grabbed her book bag and as she got out of her car, she checked her phone and saw the email from the university saying “Due to maintenance on the university plumbing, some facilities may be unavailable for the day, we apologize for any inconveniences caused by this”. She sighed, squeezing her thighs together. Her urge to pee had grown slightly, but wasn’t much of a worry. She hurried to her first class. As she did she passed by a bathroom that had a sign “out of order please do not use”.
While in class, she was so busy taking notes she forgot about her bladder. She drank half of her water during the class. When the professor dismissed the class she stood up and then felt a small twinge. She was starting to really need to pee. Squeezing her legs together briefly, she hurried to her next class. As she did, she saw the restroom again, she was tempted briefly to ignore the sign and go in but decided against it. As she was writing in her next class, she finished her water. By the end of the class, she was unable to fully ignore her bladder, and had been sitting with her legs crossed as her need to go increased.
Her next class was across campus and as she made her way to it, she found a working fountain to refill her water bottle. As she filled her water, she squeezed her thighs together. “Fuck” she whispered under her breath, “I have to pee”. As continued to her last class of the day, she passed by another restroom and saw a girl frantically trying to get into it, while openly holding herself. Glad she didn’t have to pee quite so badly she carried on, pulling up on her shorts to help her hold it.
Her last class ticked by very slowly. Her urge was increasing rapidly, but not thinking she would take an occasional drink from her bottle. As much as Miranda tried to focus, her rapidly filling bladder caused her difficulty. She had her legs crossed tightly as she shifted in her seat, one hand between her legs. She looked around the room, to see if anyone would notice her holding herself and noticed several classmates apparently struggling with their own bladders. Her eyes locked on one person in particular, sitting towards the back of the room was the girl she’d seen trying to get into the restroom.
The girl had clearly not found her way into the toilet based on her face, the way she bounced in her seat, and her hands jammed between her legs. The desks being arranged in a semi-circle for the seminar gave Miranda a clear view of her desperate classmate. Miranda felt her bladder twinge sympathetically as she looked away. 5 minutes before the class was over, Miranda was squirming in her seat, holding her crotch as she looked at the clock, mentally willing the professor to end the class so she could try to find an open restroom. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a gasp and an “oh no!”
She looked over and saw the girl open her legs and yelp before clenching them together, but not before Miranda saw a wet spot spread on her panties beneath her skirt. Just on cue, the professor dismissed them and Miranda watched as the poor girl dashed out of the room, grabbing her crotch, whimpering as she left a trail of small, yellow puddles on the floor behind her. Miranda groaned and grabbed her crotch as she imagined what the girl was feeling. As she left the classroom she saw the puddles in the hallway larger than in the classroom. As she headed to her car she saw the girl outside the restroom door. The poor girl was trying so hard to get in as pee streamed down her legs.
Miranda felt a wave of desperation, causing her to cross her legs where she stood. Miranda decided the best course of action was to head to her apartment. So she hurried to the car as fast as she could, doing her best to hide her desperation. She saw a couple large wet spots on the concrete of the parking lot, knowing that some decided to relieve themselves outside because it hadn’t rained in weeks.
She got into her car, and grabbed her crotch, groaning, she said aloud “I have to piss so fucking bad”. She strapped into her seatbelt, grunting as it pressed into her now-bulging bladder. She pulled out of the lot, glad that she didn’t live far.
Her glee was short lived when she saw the bumper to bumper traffic crawling slowly ahead of her.
“Damnit!” She said, one hand on the wheel, the other between her legs, rubbing her pulsating urethra as she wiggled desperately in the seat. Her bladder throbbed as she moved at a snail’s pace with traffic. She was hit with a small wave of urgency that made her bend forward and groan. Thirty minutes passed before traffic began to move at a steady pace.
“Finally!” She breathed.
When Miranda finally pulled into her spot in her apartment’s parking are, she didn’t bother grabbing anything except her phone and half full water bottle. She hurried into the lobby and got into the elevator, pushing the button for floor 10. Before the door could close, someone stepped in with her. It was her neighbor, another university student whom she had enjoyed several chats with before. Oh no, I don’t want him to know how badly I have to pee, this is embarrassing she thought to herself. Doing her best to look natural, she smiled at the attractive, brown haired, man.
“Hey” he greeted, with a smile that made her giddy “heading up?” She pressed her thighs together subtly and nodded.
“Yep, how’re you?” She said, hoping small talk might help to hide her desperation.
“Can’t complain, ready to get to my apartment, it’s been a long day.”
“Yeah… me too.” The doors closed and the elevator made it’s way up. She looked straight ahead, watching the red LED numbers began to tick up to her floor, and relief. A pang from her bladder caused her to shift her stance. She looked down and saw that her bladder was bulging to the point that her shorts were squeezing it. She glanced at the man standing next to her, I hope he doesn’t see how badly I need to go.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, a loud clanging sound came from above and the elevator shrieked to a dramatic halt.
“What the hell?” He exclaimed, trying various buttons to no avail, including the emergency call one. “Fuck, do you know the number to call for this?” He asked Miranda, who was cursing the situation mentally.
“No, I don’t, how long do you think before we get out of here?” She asked, hoping her desperation didn’t show in her voice. She felt her hand go to her bladder but stopped it, refusing to show her desperation.
“Well, I hope it’s soon, That freaking plumbing issue on campus meant I had to hold it all day!” Miranda nodded her head.
She tried to look casual as she crossed her legs, trying to look casual.
“I kinda need it too tbh” a good while passed with no change other than her stance and how badly she needed to pee. After about thirty minutes, she looked over and saw he was grabbing himself through his jeans, gritting his teeth, sweat dripping down his face. Looking at her, he remarked “I’m sorry, I have to piss so badly right now, I…feel like I’m going to lose it any moment” his words caused her own bladder to protest, causing her to to tighten her thighs. He clearly was desperate. Suddenly he cursed and a short hissing sound reached her ears. He grabbed himself with both hands and bent double.
“ I, I’m starting, to” she knew what happened but had an idea. She briefly forgot her desperation as she took her water bottle, not sure what else to do with the remaining water, she chugged it then handed the empty bottle to him saying. “Here, use this.” He reached a shaky hand out but paused, desperately he asked
“You sure?” She nodded, and he quickly took it, thanking her as he hurriedly unzipped his pants. She turned away before he took out his cock. A moment later, she heard him sigh and suddenly a loud hissing of liquid rapidly hitting the metal interior of her bottle. A wave of desperation struck again at the sound of him relieving himself. Grabbing her crotch with both legs, she thought of the accident she saw earlier, and the mental image caused her to gasp as she felt two small spurts leak into her panties. She clenched her thighs together, bent forward, knees bent, one hand at her crotch. The sound changed as the pee filling her both it more pee. She could smell the urine. She glanced to him and saw him, eyes closed in rapture, then her gaze drifted downward and she saw his cock, piss gushing from the tip, into her bottle. She was now both desperate and slightly aroused. She heard the stream slow down and turned away. After a minute, she heard him sigh, followed by the sound of his zipper. She looked over, her crotch pulsing in desperation. He handed her the bottle, saying “I’m sorry, it can’t hold anymore in it, thank you so much.” He’d screwed the top back on. She took it and felt the urine slosh inside it, thinking of the urine she was holding. She set it down and groaned, now holding it openly.
“I guess I don’t have to be embarrassed but I am bursting still! Ha” she felt the rest of the water she drank catch up to her bladder, now bulging to the point her khaki shorts were riding up. She groaned and crossed her legs, bouncing in place, and wiggling her hips desperately.
“I’m sorry…i just had to go so bad that I was about to piss myself completely!” She groaned at the last three words.
“It’s fine, can’t really go into a bottle anyway because we’ll, she gestured to her crotch, before grabbing it again. He nodded and blushed. She noticed he was watching her and she blushed and looked back to the elevator door. She felt another wave of desperation and yelped. A large spurt of urine shot into her panties, followed by another. A wet spot blossomed on the crotch of her shorts, she bent double, trembling as she regained control. The wave subsided a bit as she glanced back at him. She couldn’t help but glance to his crotch and noticed that he had a bulge. Was he, aroused. She didn’t think long before her urge intensified and she yelped. The squatted down, grabbing herself as tight as possible as another huge spurt jetted out of her urethra, causing the wet spot on her crotch grew.
“Fuuuuuck” she was red in the face, sweating and trembling from the effort, as she looked to him, “I really don’t know how much longer I can hold it” her eyes were watering with embarrassment and desperation. He looked around and pounded on the elevator door yelling “HEY WE’RE STUCK IN HERE! Help!” But nothing happened. Miranda yelped as several large spurts of pee escaped. The wet patch grew, and spread across her butt, some pee going through her shorts. She regained control, her legs trembling, deciding then not to wait anymore she stood up, bladder screaming for relief. “Turn around, I’m going to pee on the floor.” He turned, and she squeezed her legs together tightly as she frantically undid her belt. She undid her buttons and had to pause to grab her crotch, she felt a pee leak through her shorts into her hand, the patch grew again. She tugged her zipper, ready to let go right away, but the zipper wouldn’t budge. “Noooo” she said loudly, her voice shaking from desperation. “It’s stuck!” She tried to force the shorts down but Miranda’s large hips prevented that. Her legs trembled as she grabbed her crotch, her bladder spasming against her. The man turned and saw her.
“Here, let me try!” She nodded, moving her hands as he tried to get her zipper down, to no avail. Her bladder convulsed again and she felt another gush escape. She felt her control failing as leaks escaped.
Suddenly the elevator dinged. The doors opened and she hurried out, grabbing her crotch and hobbling as fast as she could while holding. She got to her apartment, then realized her keys were in her car. “No no no” she leaked again, and felt a couple drops trickle down her legs. She felt a hand on her shoulder, her neighbor spoke softly. “Come, you can use my bathroom, i have pliers for your zipper” she whimpered and let him guide her to his place. She was so focused on not losing control that she couldn’t enjoy his touch. They got to his door, and he opened it, closing the door behind them, he said “hold on, I’m going get the pliers, I’ll be right back.” She nodded, crossing her legs as tightly as she could, both hands once again grabbing her crotch. She felt the large wet patch. Looking at her shorts. The she saw that the urine darkened a football sized potion of the front of her shorts. Suddenly her bladder convulsed again and a large amount of pee shot out, she cried out as it streamed down her legs, wetting her socks and some streamed through the fabric, onto the floor. On cue, her neighbor returned, pliers in hand. She managed to stop peeing herself and he led her to the restroom, the sight of the toilet, so close yet not immediately available, made her groan as her bladder throbbed. She moved her hands as he latched the pliers on to her zipper. She used all her strength to keep holding without her hands. He tugged a few times. As he tugged, Miranda gasped, tears streaming from her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she whined.
“Don’t worry, hold still” she’d been squirming desperately. He rest a hand on her thigh, and with a large tug, the zipper finally gave way, but the force caused her to topple forward, and they both ended up on the bathroom floor. She was on top of him, face to face and she felt how hard he was, his Erection poking her. She quickly stood up, running to the toilet. She was leaking back to back as pee streamed through her shorts, the wet patch growing on her shorts, spreading across her butt and front from her crotch. She hadn’t completely lost it yet. She got to the toilet but of all things. Her shirt had tangled into her belt loop. In her rush that morning, she hadn’t noticed. Her shorts would not go down. Crying, she frantically tried to untangle her shirt with one hand, her other grabbing her damp crotch as leak after leak kept coming. Her legs trembled as she turned, her efforts to hold only slowing the leaks. He rushed over to help, tugging her shirt up. She let him, grabbing herself again. She kept desperately wiggling as spurts of pee hissed out of her. Then, she lost control. The pee gushed forcefully out of her, splattering onto the floor. Her bladder convulsed. Pee streamed through her shorts and down her legs, gushing out of her with a powerful hissing sound. She tried to regain control but to no avail as the pee gushed through her fingers.
He watched as his beautiful neighbor lost control of her bladder, unsure what to do, he turned her around so she was over the toilet. Pee hissed out of her as she tried desperately to stop it. She was crying as she fought her bladder, and apologized through her tears. “Hey, just let it out, it’s ok.”
Miranda looked at him, eyes watery and desperate as she managed to somehow regain control. “I..am good now… I think..” she started to stand up but then the largest wave of desperation yet hit her and she yelped.
He was surprised at how strong the stream was. It burst out of her as she sank down to sitting fully clothed on the toilet.
Miranda gave up trying to stop it. The stream gushed forcefully through her shorts, hitting the floor in front of the toilet as she sighed shakily. The relief felt amazing. She felt the warm wet patch spreading and going up her shirt. The sensation of pee flowing out of her felt almost orgasmic.
He watched as she peed all over herself and his bathroom. The way the patch spread over her crotch as pee cascaded out of her, no longer hitting the floor but still hitting the toilet with such a loud hiss, drove him wild. He could see her blue laced panties where she had her shorts undone.
Miranda has never peed so much before. As her bladder emptied all over, she sighed in embarrassment and relief. She couldn’t believe she was wetting herself right in front of her neighbor in her neighbors bathroom.
Finally the stream started to slow down, and Miranda began to sob as she looked at her soaked clothes. She looked up as the last of the urine trickled out of her urethra. Her neighbor had a weird look on his face. “I am so sorry about this, I, I can clean this up if you wa-” she trailed off, seeing a longing in his eyes. Her pussy throbbed, as she managed to untangle her shirt. His erection became much more obvious as he undid his jeans. Miranda stood up, letting her pee-soaked shorts fall to the floor, kicking her socks and shoes off before stepping out of them. He dropped his pants and before she could think, their lips were locked together, and she was grinding against him. He could feel her wet panties as she rubbed against his shaft through his underwear. He pulled away and said, “let’s get you out of those wet clothes, you can wash them here and have them clean by tomorrow”.
Edited November 7, 2022 by writtingnow21
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A group of friends went to a disco. They like to dance, they like to drink and they like girls.
Some of them like it if girls are desperate to pee and they like it to make girls desperate and make them hold a bursting full bladder as long as possible.
They are very bad and very creative therefore and they help each other to find a way to prevent girls from peeing.
Some days ago they met in a disco. One of the boys took a girl with him.
They were a little group of one girl and three boys.
The boys had the goal to fill the girl up, her bladder should be very full at the time when she is leaving the disco with her friend after midnight.
They had a great evening together, with drinking, dancing and talking.
The boys noticed later at evening that the girl was already needing to wee. They did not wanted to make it to easy for her, they wanted to prevent her to go.
They made her sit between the boys so that she would have to beg one of the boys to let her out for to pee. Girls don’t like that so much, usually they wait for a good opportunity.
The poor girl did not know that she NEVER would get a good opportunity to wee, so she did put it off and waited for a natural chance.
They made her drink a lot and it did not last very long until her urge was strong enough to overcame her shyness to want tell them that she has to pee, as soon as she started to speak, her “friend “ interrupted her, did take her by her hand and leaded her to the dance floor.
Dancing instead peeing, that was it what she had to do.
After a few dances he leaded her pack to their table.
Again she tried to speak, again he interrupted her, again she was trapped between the boys and again she had to put it off.
They all did know that the girl was already needing to wee very bad.
It was a little past midnight and it was a good time for the boy to bring his girl out of the disco before she would be able to go to the toilet, but it was not so easy, they had to organize that.
Fist one of the boys ordered a large drink for all and then a other boy went to the owner of the disco, it was a good friend of them, he told him that he should close the girls room for 15 minutes.
He did it, he wanted to help his friend to make his girl desperate, because he also loves girls desperate to pee.
They made the girl drink the extra large drink. Although she was needing to wee so bad, she did drink it, because she was sure to go to the toilet before leaving.
The boy paid and the girl excused herself for the loo after she drank the large glass empty.
The girl came back totally worried after just two minutes and told them that the girls room is closed for some reason.
”I think that will not be a problem for you, you are a big girl, sure you can hold it until at home.” said one of the boys gloating.
The girl was near to tears, she was needing to wee since hours, it was nearly unbearable for her, but she had to go with her bursting full bladder to her friends car.
After a few minutes she said “I need to wee so bad that it hurts.”
”I am really sorry that the “girls” were closed, but like my friend said, you are a big girl, you can hold it back and wait until you are at home.” said the boy.
“I was needing to wee nearly all evening long, but i did not go only once, i really can’t hold it much longer.” the girl answered.
”Sure you can, big girls can always hold it!” said the boy.
He did not even think about to bring her home very soon. He did drive up on a little mountain with her , to a quiet place.
He laid down his seats and laid down the girl too, he started to kiss her, he pulled her skirt down over her legs and caressed her thighs up to her little panties.
It was not totally dark in the car, the moonlight was shining through the windows and so he could see how the girls bladder curved out of her belly.
To see that and to think that she is holding all that many drinks from all evening inside her, made him totally horny.
He was sliding tender over her swollen belly and could feel that her bladder was hard as a rock.
How much must that hurt, how painful must that be for her, to hold so much pee inside, he thought.
The last, large drink was still on the way and forced her bladder to stretch and to get bigger.
15 minutes later she was frantic to pee, but he did not stop to kiss her and rubbing his body at her body, especially his hard penis on her bulging bladder.
Just as he wanted start to fuck her she said “sorry, but i can’t anymore, i piss your car if i don’t get out.”
She opened the door, jumped out, pushed her panties down under her knees, squatted and pissed full force with high pressure.
It was bursting out of her, her urine squirted over one meter far.
She had nothing to wipe her slit dry!
Her girl slit, her ass and her thighs were wet from her pee, but the boy was so horny that he fucked her, wet as she was, he fucked her very hard and very long.
On the way home she said “sorry i never before squatted beside a car and not at all before sex, but i was needing to wee so bad and so painful since so long, since so many hours, my bladder was hurting so much that i thought it must be the absolutely limit before it burst i absolutely could not bear it anymore.”
”Amazing how much you peed, your bladder must be extra large, i never before saw a girl peeing so powerful and so much, your bladder must have been really full to burst.” said the boy.
Next day called his friends and they were disappointed that he didn’t have a full bladder sex with her.
Maybe that they made her drink to much? |
This is another story that I didn't write originally. I have had it saved for many years, I think, originally posted on Experience Project. It is one that I absolutely love, and one that I have reworked over the years to increase the struggle. In all honesty, it is VERY different to the original, but I wanted to be honest incase the original author is still around. It is written in the first person; I hope you enjoy!
My alarm went off at 7.30am, but I pressed the snooze button and enjoyed dozing until my bladder declared I truly had to get up. I made a quick trip to the bathroom and relieved myself of the eight hours’ collected content of my bladder. It was 8am when I trudged into the lounge and saw the sunlight illuminating my letter from the hospital. I’d read it a dozen times but scanned it again to confirm the instructions.
I was meant to have a pelvic ultrasound, which required a full bladder. The scan was scheduled for 10am. I was supposed to empty my bladder at 8.30am and then drink a full litre of water before 9am.
The ultrasound was the follow-up to surgery I’d had three weeks earlier. I’d been having pain in my abdomen, and ended up having an operation to try to find the cause. The surgeons did a laparoscopy, making an incision in my belly-button and putting in a camera to have a look around. They found several burst cysts on my ovaries, and so cleaned these up. They found several more cysts that hadn’t burst, and so they ordered this ultrasound for several weeks after my operation to see if things had settled down after the surgery or if I was going to have an ongoing problem with the cysts.
As I contemplated having a full liter of water in my bladder, I tried not to think about the week I’d spent in hospital after my operation. The first few days in particular, I was so sore it hurt to move. All my movements were much slower than usual, and I’d had a few close calls getting to the toilet, even though the patients’ bathroom was just across the hall from my room. There were a few times when little streams had escaped and ended up in my panties and trailing down my legs, but I had almost wiped these from my mind. Losing a bit of bladder control when one is in pain, moving slowly, and dozey on painkillers doesn’t count, I reckoned.
I was feeling much better on the morning of my ultrasound and measured out a liter of water. At 8.30 I went back to the bathroom and peed a little more, just a few drops since I’d just been when I woke up, but it made me feel better to know my bladder was completely empty before I started drinking all this water for my scan.
I returned to the lounge and started reading the morning news online. As I read, I drinking the water, pouring glass after glass until it was gone. It was just on 9am when I finished the last drop.
I went to the bathroom, this time to have a shower. As I stepped into the warm cascade of water, I had to make a conscious effort not to start peeing. One of my few vices in life is allowing myself to pee in the shower sometimes – the warm water is so relaxing! – But not this morning. I had to save everything for my scan. As I finished the shower, I glanced at the toilet and reminded myself that, unlike every other time I leave the house, today, I needed not to make sure I went to the toilet!
I dried myself off and put on some conservative pink cotton panties with a red waistband. I had no idea what I’d need to wear (or not) during the scan, so I made sure to wear some panties that were suitable for viewing by strangers. On top I wore a simple black dress and some black slip-on shoes – easy to kick on and off if necessary. By the time I’d dried and styled my hair and put on my makeup, it was time to leave for the hospital.
I drove and found a good park, all the while aware of my bladder filling. Under normal circumstances I would be looking for a toilet before committing to anything else, but today was not a normal day, I knew I had to hold it, and was starting to get nervous about the prospect. I consoled myself with the fact that the ultrasound would be quick and then I’d be able to go to the toilet.
I arrived at the ultrasound department just on 10am and announced myself, feeling quite self conscious and aware of the fact that I was starting to squirm as I spoke. They asked me to sit and wait, saying it would only be 5 minutes. I was relieved that the wait wouldn't be too long, but found myself jigging up and down a bit. I definitely needed to go and it was starting to get bad.
Ten minutes passed before the receptionist called me.
"FINALLY" I muttered, as I leapt to my feet, but she simply smiled at me and said:
"Sorry love, I was just going to explain that there has been a slight delay. It won't be long though".
I groaned out loud.
"Are you OK" asked the receptionist.
I was mortified, but my bladder seemed to be getting fuller by the second. I had to release some of the pressure, or I was going to be in serious danger of having an accident. I approached her desk, and said, quietly,
"I reeaalllllly need the little girls room".
I was trying to be discreet whilst showing her how urgent my need was and was just hoping she would give me permission to go. I was sure she couldn't deny me, even if I was only allowed to relieve some of the pressure. She just laughed at me though:
"Yep, everyone here needs to go." she chuckled, "The fuller your bladder, the better your scan will be though, so it's great that you are feeling uncomfortable!"
I couldn't believe it. It felt anything but great, but I would clearly be seen as an idiot if I begged for the relief my bladder was screaming for, so I sheepishly turned and returned to my seat. The girl who had come in after me looked about 7 months pregnant, and was visibly desperate too, and whilst I was sitting there she approached the receptionist 3 separate times. I couldn't hear what was being said the first two times, but the third time, the poor girl was making a real fuss. She was trying to keep her voice down, but I heard her almost shout,
"I am literally going to wet myself, please understand, I am absolutely desperate, I can't just keep holding."
She was obviously denied again and came back with tears in her eyes. The poor girl was frantic, and I felt sorry for her, but my God, I knew how she felt, I was approaching that stage myself, and was secretly delighted that I was before her in the queue. The seconds were passing so slowly, and I was really starting to panic. If the receptionist wasn't going to budge for a frantic pregnant girl, there was no way she was going to let me wee before I had undergone this scan. It was only about fifteen minutes since the initial delay, but during those fifteen minutes my need rose massively. I shifted around on the chair, looking for a distraction. I looked for a magazine to read, but the magazines all looked ancient and tattered, and I didn’t want to pick up a three-year old golfing magazine that some sick person had thumbed through, even if it would provide a temporary distraction. Instead, I just stared straight ahead. My bladder was throbbing now, screaming at me for relief, it was getting ridiculous. When the nurse finally came into the waiting room and called my name, the relief I felt was almost overwhelming.
"Miss Gregory" said the technician, with a friendly smile. I stood up, pressing my thighs together hard, and hobbled towards her, frantic for this ordeal to be over. To my horror though, she said:
"Apologies for the delay, we had a bit of an emergency situation, we're back on track now though, it'll just be a few more minutes",
"WHAT!" I gasped almost forgetting myself, "erm, I mean, I kinda, well, I need to, erm, well"
"I know" said the technician, cutting across me, "I can see you have a full bladder, and that is great, we're going to scan Miss Sinclair here first, as she is having a bit of a crisis, and pregnant girls really have a hard time in holding it, you're next though".
My bladder screamed at this, and I almost burst into tears on the spot,
"oh, erm, its just..." I started, trying to find the words to tell her an extra delay literally wasn't an option, when the pregnant lady dashed over
"Oh thank God" she cried, "I'm literally about to wet myself, please, please hurry".
"You poor thing" said the technician, "I'll be quick, just another couple of minutes and you can let it all come pouring out".
"NO" I gasped, forgetting myself, "It's my turn!" I felt myself about to cry, such was my need, and I had never felt so helpless. "Please" I said again, despairingly, "It's my turn". I was almost wailing, like a desperate toddler begging for the potty and being told to wait her turn!
The othe girl hobbled through the open door, and turned back to the technician "Please hurry" she gasped again, as the nurse ushered her into the surgery, before turning to me, "I won't be long Miss Gregory, I promise, just cross your legs a few minutes longer, a full bladder will make our job so much easier too, you're doing great!"
With that they just turned through the door, leaving me stood there pee dancing for all I was worth. I wasn't doing great though. I really wasn't, I was nearly pissing my knickers in a doctor's surgery, like a little girl who's waited too long! I dashed across to the receptionist.
"I need to pee" I gasped.
She looked at me with sympathy and said
"I know sweetie, but it won't be long, you'll be OK".
"NO" I shouted, probably a bit too loudly. "I reallllllyyyyy need to pee, like, really, really, really, oh god, please I MUST go to the Ladies".
The only toilet was behind the reception, and you needed buzzing through to use it.
"Just cross your legs" said the receptionist, "Its just 2 more minutes and you'll be seen."
"Cross my legs!" I gasped, "Are you fucking kidding, my legs have been crossed for the past hour, I am literally going to flood this waiting room, please, please have some mercy, don't make me stand and piss my pants"
"Please don't use that language Miss Gregory, I am only doing my job and we have a zero tolerance policy on abuse"
"This is abuse" I gasped, "Don't you understand, I am in agony here, Oh Christ, I'm sorry for swearing, but I need to pee, I honestly can't wait much longer"
I argued probably only for another 45 seconds, absolutely pleading for relief. I really thought the receptionist was going to give in, when, the door opened, and the pregnant woman dashed through, skirt up to her waist, hands working hard between her legs.
"TOILET!" she shouted, "Please now, fuck, it's coming out"
I watched in awe as the receptionist buzzed open the toilet door and I saw her dash in, yanking down her knickers before she even had the door closed and could only dream of the overwhelming relief she was certainly feeling right now.
The ultrasound technologist re-entered the waiting room and told me it was now my turn, leading me into the surgery, introducing herself as Bethany and invited me to lie down on the exam table in her exam room. She wasted no time in asking me to pull up my dress so she could start the scan. I was really glad things seemed to be going quickly. “Just a few more seconds!” I thought, willing myself to hold on.
Bethany asked me to pull my panties down lower on my hips, which I did, exposing the top of my pubic hair. She then squirted some clear gel onto my lower abdomen and I gasped a bit from the cold. She put the head of the ultrasound scanner into the gel, using the lubrication to slide the head around my belly. She started gently, but then began pressing harder and harder, trying to get a good view of my ovaries and uterus. Looking at the monitor, she held the head in optimum places and pressed keys to capture images. Once I got used to the initial pressure, I thought, “It's not too bad, this is gentle, I’ll be out of here in no time.”
Bethany started on the small talk, which I knew was to distract me from the fact that she was scanning my insides and looking for abnormal growths. I was happy for the distraction. We talked about where we were from, our jobs… Everything was fine until she moved further down my belly and started pressing on my bladder. I held my breath and wondered how the pressure I was feeling had increased so quickly. She would press the scanning stick deep into the flesh over my bladder and swirl it around, looking for the perfect angle from which to take a picture.
“I can see you followed our instructions to a T." she said, "Your bladder is so nice and full! It’s really great, you’re helping me to get some fantastic clear images.”
I nodded, vaguely aware that she probably didn’t see the motion of my head in the darkened room.
Finally she withdrew the scanner from my bladder, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I started to pull up my panties and climb off the table. Thank God it was over, I needed to run to the loo straight away, I didn't have a second to spare! To my horror though, she said,
“Oh no, just stay there and roll onto your left side. I need to scan you from the back as well.”
My bladder protested, and inwardly I cursed her, but I obediently rolled onto my side with tears welling in my eyes. The shifting of my body was accompanied by a shifting of my now massively full bladder. I squirmed a little bit, and Bethany said sharply,
“I need you to hold still so I can get a good look.”
"I need a wee" I snapped, "I'm trying really hard not to piss myself right now!!"
"I appreciate that" she said, "but I have a job to do. If you void your bladder now, you will have to go through this again, and the more you move around, the longer this is going to take, mow, I'm sorry, but I really need you to hold still!"
Tears now silently dripped down my face as I held still, aware that my breathing was becoming shallower. Bethany reached around and placed one hand on my belly while she put the stick on my lower back and pressed. The pressure of her squeezing me from both sides made me close my eyes and see white spots. I didn't even know it was possible to need a wee so badly, this was absolute desperation!
I was aware Bethany was still trying to make small talk, but all I was able to manage by way of replies were single word answers or “mm-hmm.” Then, unbelievably, she asked me to roll onto my other side so she could scan me again. I steeled myself for the transfer of weight of my bladder while I shimmied on the narrow exam table, lying on my right side. This time I was still and stiff as a board, my thighs clasped together to try to stem the urge to pee.
“Great, you’re really still this time!” Bethany enthused. I just held my breath and noticed for the first time a clock on the wall: 10.35. I’d been in this room with her poking my belly, pressing around my full bladder, for 15 minutes now. I honestly barely knew if I was peeing or not, my whole body was in pain.
After what seemed like an eternity, Bethany finally said:
“Okay! We’re done. Now here’s a towel, you can wipe off that gel.”
I sat up, eager to wipe and dash to the loo, but Bethany had one more instruction for me:
“Once you’ve got the gel off, you can wait in this room. I just need to check the films and make sure they’re clear. Then you can empty that bladder of yours.”
Hold on longer?! I couldn’t believe it. I was openly sobbing now, both my hands between my legs. "I need a wee" I wailed, "Please, I need to go now!"
Surely she knew people were beyond bursting by this point, having held their pee in while someone poked around their bladder. I guess it made sense that she’d have to confirm that the images were visible before I went to the bathroom, in case she needed to take any more pictures.
"Soon" she said, "just hang on in there"
I managed a quiet “okay” and pulled my dress down over my belly and hips. The dress had fit quite loosely when I put it on this morning; now it was taut across my lower belly.
I stood tensely in the ultrasound room, trying hard not to think about anything. Breathe in, breathe out… I tried to summon my understanding of Zen and concentrate on nothing other than breathing and survival. With each second, I could feel that liter of water moving further and further down my abdomen. My all-encompassing need was all I could feel. Thinking it might be better to sit, I lowered myself into a seat, surprised by how painful the impact was of my body into the vinyl covered chair. I gasped and immediately crossed my legs. Almost immediately I uncrossed and recrossed them. pssssstttt. I panicked as a spurt escaped its tortuous prison and soaked into my panties. It was the beginning of the end. I'd fought so hard, but I was starting to wet myself.
“You have got to hold it together." I told myself, "Just a few minutes and then Bethany will come and say that the films are alright and you can go pee.”
I shifted my weight to one side, hoping to relieve the pressure on my bladder. It was no good though, my bladder pulsed again and more pee seered past my sphincter, I stood up, and could feel pee starting to run down my legs. I was in a state, and knew there was no stopping it now. I hobbled to the door, which opened and I was greeted by Bethany with films in her hand, she smiled broadly and she said, “Sorry, it’ll just be a few more minutes.”
I moaned softly, the noise escaping my throat before I was even aware of it. I was fighting a losing battle, it was coming out. I pushed past her to walk the fifteen feet to the ultrasound reception desk and demand the toilet. If that meant I would have to return later with a full bladder to repeat the scan if necessary.
I willed myself on, desperately trying to clench myself shut and stop the flood, walking on autopilot. I took another step and felt a longer searing hot stream of pee squirt into my panties. I gasped and snapped my legs together. I froze in this position unable to move. I decided to bypass the reception desk and just go straight to the bathroom, which I knew was just across the hall from the waiting room.
Intellectually my plan was flawless, but in execution it just didn’t work. I unclenched my right leg and put it a few inches in front of the left. Another spurt of pee escaped. I was soaked, and still so full. Instinctively I wrapped my right leg around my left and froze. I squatted in place, hoping just to be able to recover my composure until I could manage the next steps to the loo.
But the entire litre of water, the waiting, the holding, and Bethany’s kneading my belly with her hands and the ultrasound scanner had all added up to be too much. I felt my bladder fully giving up, spasming inside me, even as I clenched my muscles together to try to hold my pee in. It was too late – I felt my pee surge forth, through my panties and somehow out between my thighs. With my legs clasped and wrapped together, the pee spiraled downward, around my legs and then everywhere – some silently into my shoes, with the rest dripping off my knees and calves and pooling onto the floor. I rammed my right hand between my legs, trying to stop the torrent, but it didn’t work. I was standing in the middle of the waiting room, hand between my legs, pee pouring out and streaming down my legs onto the glistening linoleum floor.
The relief was palpable, as my bladder finished emptying onto my hand, and into the black dress material I’d rammed into my crotch. Shame and humiliation washing over me, as my relief subsided. I looked at the receptionist in hysterics and wailed "I told you I had to go, I told you I couldn't hold it", but she looked unmoved. Bethany came back and told me my pictures were fine and I was free to go. There was no point going to the toilet now, my bladder was empty, so I left the building and returned to me car, feeling more relieved than ever, but mortified that I had has an accident and wet myself for the first time in my adult life! |
Hi everyone, I'm back trying something different here! This can be a sensitive topic won't be everyone's cup of tea (alcoholism trigger warning). This first chapter doesn't have much going on, but it will set up some interesting omorashi for ch 2 and beyond!
Sama, dressed smartly in tight curve-hugging jeans and a white tucked-in tee, walked quickly from her 2021 Honda Civic to the Unitas Club building. Her red heels clacked as she strode to the glass door and pulled it open. Despite her confident appearance, she was quite nervous- it was her first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.
It had all started about six months ago. Sama’s mother had passed away suddenly back home in Guanajuato, Mexico. The two had been very close as Sama’s father had left the family a few days before Sama was due. Now Sama had no one left and she had turned to drinking to drown her sorrows. After a drunk driving arrest, the merciful judge had given her a chance to undergo treatment along with community service in lieu of harsher punishment.
She was an attractive 24-year-old Latina who turned heads wherever she went. With brains to match her model looks, she had great fashion sense which attracted men and women alike. Since immigrating over to study at radiology at Georgia Tech, Sama had dated a trio of boys, two students and a doctor, but none had been the one. She had a long-term, steady boyfriend growing up but it had become apparent he would never be able to meet Sama’s career potential so their on-again, off-again relationship had officially ended when she had been accepted into college. Last she had heard, he was still working as a construction worker in Mexico City.
Sama followed the signs to the meeting room. Unitas Club was pretty cool, all things considered. There was a small restaurant and dining area, a lounge area with a TV, even a couple of billiards tables. She walked through the door just as an older black man was in the process of closing it. “Ah, just in time- welcome.” He greeted warmly as she walked past him to an open seat in the back row.
“Thanks.” She mumbled, scanning the room. She really didn’t want to run into anyone she knew. Fortunately, it seemed like there were no familiar faces in the room. There were about twenty chairs set up in front of a simple podium- about fifteen of the chairs were occupied.
The friendly man had shut the door behind Sama and now stood at the podium. “Hi everyone!” He greeted the room with a radiant smile. The room echoed his hello.
“Most of you know me- I’m Derek. I see a couple of new faces here with us, so let’s give them a warm welcome and then they can introduce themselves!”
After a quick round of applause, a young slim blonde stood up a few seats away from Sama-she couldn’t have been over 22. “Hi y’all, I’m Kayleigh. My parents just moved here and I came to this meeting so I can build on my seven weeks of sobriety.”
Applause circled around the room again and eyes turned to Sama. She stood up nervously. “Hullo everyone- I’m Sama. And I… I’m here because I… I need help to stop drinking.”
Her eyes welled up and voice quivered as she spoke. What a nightmare year it had been. Her mom was gone and she had nearly thrown her own life away.
The applause was quieter this time and short-lived. Derek spoke up enthusiastically again. “And we’re glad to help you, Sama! Welcome to both of you- let me give you the ins and outs here real quick.”
He spoke about the program and its 12 steps for the next ten minutes. He also mentioned a women-only group and gestured towards a lady seated in the front row, Dr. Crystal McKay. Crystal led the private women’s AA group and was open to accepting new members. Derek encouraged Kayleigh and Sama to talk to her if they were interested. He then called for a 10-minute coffee break.
Sama really had no interest in joining another group. She had been court-ordered to join AA within two weeks, so here she was. But, she knew she had to stop drinking before things got worse, so what was the harm in exploring the women’s only group? It wasn’t like men had been any good for her!
Also, she didn’t really know anyone there so grabbing a coffee and joining Kayleigh in her chat with Crystal was not the worst idea. Sama filled up a paper cup with black coffee and walked over.
Crystal was already in an animated conversation- she seemed to be full of energy. “… we do some really interesting things. I don’t really like to go into too much detail before a girl has officially signed up, but yeah… Basically, we get a chance to experience how destructive our drunkenness can be- we are all sober as we go through this, of course." She added the caveat as an afterthought.
“Wow, sounds interesting!” Kayleigh had been nodding along as she listened. Sama couldn’t help but notice both ladies were quite attractive in their own ways. Crystal, with straight black hair which just reached her shoulders, was about the same height as Sama, not as curvy but still quite equipped in the breasts and posterior department. Meanwhile, Kayleigh was taller and slimmer, with wavy light-blonde hair down to her mid-back.
Without skipping a beat, Crystal turned to Sama. “Hi Sama, welcome to AA. As I was explaining to Kayleigh here, we meet every Saturday morning at 10 for a few hours. It’s a blended treatment and research program- I’m a professor at Georgia Tech and -“
“Oh, I went to George- I’m an alum!” Sama exclaimed. This group was sounding interesting.
“Oh cool, what did you study?” Crystal had snapped out of her monologue about her program and focused her attention on Sama.
“Radiology. I now work at Grady Memorial as an X-ray technician.” She felt slightly embarrassed that she, a successful healthcare worker, was here at an AA meeting. Surely, someone so knowledgeable about health should know better! However, Crystal’s warm face expressed no judgement.
“Oh no kidding! I have done some research work with Grady over the years- that is so cool!” Sama was quickly developing a growing liking to Crystal.
Just then, Derek clapped his hands and shouted the meeting would resume in a minute. The trio agreed to catch up afterwards and headed back to their seats. The rest of the meeting went predictably- several of the group’s regulars shared updates on their sobriety. There were a few words of encouragement directed at Sama- the group seemed quite friendly, even though the program seemed challenging. However, Sama had already been swayed by Crystal- she would be joining her group.
After the meeting concluded, Sama and Kayleigh both reconnected with Crystal and exchanged phone numbers. They would see each other on Saturday morning.
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As Sama reached the construction zone near home, she realized that she needed to pee. In the excitement of connecting with Crystal and Kayleigh, she had completely neglected to use the bathroom before leaving Unitas Club. The three ladies had walked out into the parking lot together and Sama had semi-consciously broken her usual habit of taking a precautionary bathroom break before getting into her car. The women had chatted excitedly for five minutes behind Crystal’s minivan before she had finally insisted that she had to get going.
In fact, Sama hadn’t peed since her rushed ten-minute lunch break; her afternoon at work had been unbelievably hectic. One of the x-ray machines had broken down in the morning and the 90-minute repair had set all appointments back.
She had stayed twenty minutes late to get the last waiting patient done and then rushed off to the AA meeting. The last thing she needed was missing the first meeting and her driver’s license getting suspended for six months- just the two weeks without it had been a total bitch.
Sama had arrived at Unitas Club in the nick of time with no chance to relieve herself. Even though she didn’t have to go too badly, she always made it a point to pee before long movies, meetings, and the like. There really wasn’t any reason not to- why suffer in discomfort?
Sama really should have gone to the ladies’ room in the ten-minute coffee break but her mind had focused in on the AA treatment plan and a mild curiosity had arisen about the women’s only group. Even now, behind the wheel of her car in traffic, she was happy she had taken the time to introduce herself to Dr. Crystal McKay. It had been amazing meeting her and Sama expected even more from the relationship going forward.
With her mind on the events of the meeting, Sama had been mindlessly sipping the large water bottle she always kept in her car. The urge to pee had hit her suddenly, seemingly just as she had braked upon reaching the lineup behind the construction zone. For the two days, the afternoon drive home had taken an extra ten minutes due to stopped traffic. Unfortunately, there was really no quick way around the construction zone- going through the extra traffic lights in the busy city center would not save any time.
Sama’s mind switched to her bladder, and she reflected on her liquid intake that day. She had drunk two cups of coffee in the morning, along with some gulps of water and a small glass of grapefruit juice. She had ran off to pee before taking her lunch in the break room. Lunch had been quick- a tuna sandwich with a bowl of corn-potato soup. She had washed it all down with some more gulps of water from her other water bottle- the one she kept at work.
Sama had finished the 1L water bottle as she had worked. It seemed as if all that water, along with the coffee at the AA meeting, was now punishing her bladder. She impatiently tapped free foot as the other pressed down on the brake pedal in crawling traffic. It was crazy that she had been so unaware of her filling bladder until now- she really should not have let herself get so caught up in the excitement back at the meeting!
Sama closed her water bottle firmly. She had done herself no favors continuing to sip water when she had to pee this badly. The tight waistband of her jeans was becoming a nuisance, constricting her full bladder. With a precautionary glance around, Sama pulled her t-shirt out of her jeans and then unbuttoned them. She sighed at the tiny bit of relief the act granted. She pulled down the zipper as far as it would go, revealing the top of her maroon cotton panties.
There was a possibility people could walk past her car on a clear sunny day like this, but it was unlikely they would look inside. Even so, she could always button up again. In any case, there wasn’t anyone around at the moment. At least she didn’t have to concern herself with other drivers. There was only one lane heading south- a car couldn’t pull up next to her. Any passengers in the cars driving past wouldn’t really be able to look over at her long enough to see that she had her pants undone.
She wriggled her butt on the leatherette car seat and inhaled sharply as the car in front of her crept forward for a few seconds, then stopped. “Maybe five minutes to go now.” she thought wishfully to herself. “I can hold it. I’m almost home. I will get to pee soon.”
The brave words of encouragement did little to change reality, though. She needed to pee, and badly at that. If only she had been more focused on her growing bodily need ten minutes ago… She could have stopped at a gas station and prevented this needless suffering.
Truth be told, she had completely forgotten about the construction situation. In her mind, home was only a quick drive away so her full bladder was nothing to worry about. Even if she had to pee, the discomfort was only very temporary. Had she remembered the delays on the drive home, she would have gone back inside the Unitas Club and peed. Or, she would have stopped at that Super Save gas station merely a half-mile behind her…
Sama forced her mind of the stupid circular thoughts. Here she was stuck in traffic thinking about the same what-ifs over and over again. How childish! She was a grown woman who could wait to pee in her toilet at home!
On cue, her bladder pulsed and she grabbed her crotch to help keep her pee in. She definitely did NOT want a wet spot on her pants. She lived in a high-rise building way up on the eleventh floor. Odds were, she would meet someone in the underground parking lot or, God forbid, the elevator.
With traffic stopped, she looked down at the mess that was her crotch. She would somehow need to zip up her pants and maintain her composure until she made it to her condo. Even buttoning up would be tough- forget the walk through the parking lot and ride up the elevator…
The car in front crept forward again. It moved for a bit longer this time before halting. Sama looked around- she estimated she was only 50 meters from the construction area. But, they seemed to be letting only four or five cars through each time so it could be a few more minutes of waiting.
“Arghhhh!” Sama groaned to herself as she braked again. This sucked! Her foot tapped more violently as continued squeezing her womanhood with her free hand, the other smacking the steering wheel. She really loved these jeans- they really showed off her assets well. She had bought them at a Cowboys Denim store in North Dakota three years ago, while on vacation. Despite her recent binge-drinking, she kept in great shape with six workouts a week, so the jeans still fit like a glove.
As traffic moved again, Sama felt her car bump over a pothole. This caused another strong convulsion in her bladder. She barely hung on this time, just managing to ward off her bladder’s attempt to void itself. She might have even leaked a bit- she couldn’t be sure.
Sama gritted her teeth as the flagger flipped her sign from slow to stop just a couple cars down. She would be through in the next batch and then it was only thirty seconds to home. She whistled a quick tune, hoping to distract herself from her intense need to urinate.
“I need to pee, pee, PEE!” she thought to herself. “Gotta peeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
After a long minute, the sign flipped again and Sama slowly released the brake, allowing her car to roll past the flagger, a short blonde woman seemingly in her early-twenties. She gave Sama an odd look. With slow traffic, she could clearly see the attractive Latina driver’s undone jeans and hand tightly gripping her crotch. Sama ignored the look and focused on the road, trying to get home as quickly as possible. An old couple were in the car ahead- they were predictably sticking to the construction zone speed limit.
Finally, she was through the construction zone and the cars sped up. Sama waited patiently to get to her street then turned right, into the alley leading to her parking gate. She frantically hit the door opener before she even reached the rear of her building, hoping the gate would be fully opened by the time she reached it.
No such luck- she had to stop in front of it as it slowly raised. She felt herself squirt into her panties as she twisted her feet and squeezed her legs. She almost drove her car into the bottom of the gate in her haste, just barely clearing the car roof by a couple of inches. She managed to roll into her parking spot, shift into park, and turn off the car without any further water damage to her panties. However, buttoning up was another matter. She stretched out her legs and tried to button up, but almost started wetting herself on the car seat from the added strain on her bladder.
“Oooh… not gonna happen.” She thought to herself as she opened the car door with one hand and still holding her crotch with the other. She was dancing the moment she stepped out of the car. A severe and immediate urge to piss hit her as she stood up, and she barely limited the leak to a squirt. She somehow buttoned her jeans and zipped them back up without drenching them. She desperately shoved her hands into her crotch, knowing she was going to wet herself if she didn’t.
She turned, ignoring a look of shock from a young mom and dad with a three-year-old daughter exiting their car a few stalls away. She finally reached the elevator and smashed the call button repeatedly. It finally opened about thirty seconds later. Once again, she ignored curious stares from a pair of teenaged girls exiting the elevator. As she hobbled in, she realized in horror that the young family was entering behind her.
She moaned helplessly as the little girl happily pressed the 9 button, so it lit up along with Sama’s 11. To add to Sama’s pain, the elevator quickly stopped again after closing and lifting a floor. Four laughing men in their mid-forties got in at the lobby; they were all wearing Falcons jersey and on their way up for a football night with their work buddy.
As the elevator cramped further, the little girl ended up next to Sama, staring curiously up at her. “Hi Miss. Do you need to potty?” She questioned, as the elevator doors closed, and it started moving up again. Sama’s face burned red as the men roared with laughter. The girl’s mom apologized quickly and ushered her child away from her.
The elevator stopped and the men stepped out, taking quick looks back at the beautiful young woman on the verge of wetting her pants. Sama felt herself squirt again as the elevator started upwards again. She danced in place violently as the wet warmth spilled onto her fingertips. Despite her best efforts, she had just made a wet spot on her jeans. Finally, the elevator opened at the ninth floor.
“Have a good day.” The mother spoke quickly as the family hurried out of the elevator. As the doors shut behind them, Sama heard the little girl again.
“Daddy, that pretty lady had to potty.”
Another lurch upwards meant another squirt into poor Sama’s panties. She could feel wetness on the insides of her legs now. She was slowly but surely peeing her jeans. She just managed to regain control as the elevator finally opened at her floor and hobbled out. As luck would have it, Sama’s neighbor, a 5’9 athletic brunette named Kathy, happened to be waiting for the elevator.
“Oh hi Sama- how are…” she stopped speechless as Sama desperately hobbled out of the elevator with tears running down her face. Wordlessly, she turned to the right and hurried down the hall. She had to pee SO badly- she was in excruciating pain. She was embarrassing herself in public. There was undoubtedly a wet spot on her ass and Kathy could see it.
Sama somehow managed to get her door code entered correctly on the first try and rushed into her bathroom trying to ger her tight jeans undone again. She started peeing full-force before she could get her pants down and just barely managed to get turned around and her butt on the toilet seat before the tiled floor got wet.
Crying but relieved at the same time, she pulled her jeans back up her legs to evaluate the mess she had made. Her maroon panties had a giant wet spot them and her pants had obvious wetness down to her knees. She hoped most of it had been caused by her losing full control in front of the toilet just now, but who knew? A bunch of people, including a little girl in diapers, had obviously seen her pissing her pants like she herself was three-years-old. Still crying, Sama stripped off her soiled clothes, flushed the toilet, and stepped into the shower.
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Saturday morning arrived with sunshine and a nippy chill in the air. After a busy week at work with way too many 6 am alarms, Sama had taken the luxury off deactivating her cell phone alarm last night so she could sleep in. She had been tempted to go out for a couple of drinks but had managed to restrict her fun to watching a couple of Ancient Apocalypse episodes on her sofa. Her sobriety was worth it- she owed herself a decent effort.
Sama had just enough time to down a glass of water on her bedside table; hop into the shower for a quick rinse-off, mouthwash gurgle, and pee; and dress herself in a green t-shirt, purple button-up cardigan sweater, and tan dress pants.
She stopped at the gas station a few blocks from her house to purchase a large cup of java on her way to the meeting. It was being held at a small middle school on the other side of town. Just like Tuesday, Sama reached the meeting just in time, entering the school gym precisely at 10:00 am. She nervously sat down in the middle of the back row. There was a free seat next to Kayleigh at the front, but the back row was definitely preferred today- she was nervous!
There were about a dozen women there. As Derek had, Crystal started by introducing herself and talking about the program. She briefly introduced Kayleigh and Sama as newcomers to the group and they were welcomed warmly as they shared a few words about themselves.
Crystal continued through her list of talking points. Like every week, the participants would be asked to sign a non-disclosure-agreement and a waiver so their data and video footage could be used for research and addiction treatment purposes. Crystal stressed that all attendees were free to leave if they felt uncomfortable at any point (they could also request their footage to be deleted/blurred out). However, early research data had shown a significantly higher sobriety rate compared to traditional AA groups.
Sama nervously smoothed out her pants. There were four cameras with camerawomen behind them. One of them was already rolling- it was focused on Crystal. She clapped her hands together and gestured to the table next to her.
“Here are a couple of forms- please read through them and sign the bottom.”
She grabbed the clipboards with dangling pens and handed them to opposite sides of the front row. Most of the women quickly scribbled their signature, but Sama skimmed the documents before signing. They read as Crystal had promised- a standard NDA and waiver.
“Perfect- thanks Amber!” Crystal exclaimed as she got the clipboards back from the woman seated at a corner of the back row. She had rolled in a TV cart as the clipboards had circulated the room.
“Let’s start as always with a video review of last week. Remember ladies, there are no judgements, only lessons learned.” She turned on the 36” TV and a clip started to play. It began with her introducing herself to about ten women at the same gym and then jumped forward to the women downing some liquid in brown bottles. Sama noticed a few of the women were already finding it difficult to look at the screen.
There was a cut again and the women were now dancing with each other- Sama recognized the Rihanna tune. In a span of a few minutes, they grew visibly sicker- some of them stopped dancing and placed their hands on their tummies or chest. Sama watched in horror as the women began vomiting. They threw up all over the floor, their clothes, even on other ladies around them. The clean and shiny gym floor had quickly deteriorated into a filthy, shocking scene. The video ended with Crystal and camerawomen cleaning the floor together after the meeting had ended.
“OK, that was something! Who wants to start?” Crystal continued to sport an unwavering smile as the horrifying footage stopped. A busty, chestnut-brown haired lady in a tan blouse raised her hand.
“Yes Robin- thanks, go ahead!” Crystal eagerly gestured for her to come up as she sat down in a chair at the front.
Robin stood up and spoke about how terrible it had felt as the sickness had come over her. Then the public humiliation of puking on the floor. The experience was so much more haunting and real when she had been sober. Seeing others having to clean up her mess had filled her with guilt and she apologized to Crystal and the camerawomen. Crystal smiled warmly and quickly assured her it was no matter- this was all a worthwhile endeavor for their sobriety.
One by one, five of the other women stood up and echoed the same sentiments- several of them cried as they reflected on the pain they had caused others by getting so out-of-control drunk. Sama, too, could feel the sorrow welling up in her chest and her eyes watering. She had puked just like that many times- on the dance floor, out in the streets, even in her friend’s car! Luckily, Crystal didn’t ask her, Kayleigh, nor two of the other crying, humiliated women to share.
Crystal rose again after a sobbing Riley sat down and an eerie silence with just crying filled the gym. “OK, that’s it- no one else?” She scanned the room before continuing. “Thank you all so much for sharing your thoughts. While these are shocking and terrible experiences we go through, we do it together. We all support each other on our journeys to sobriety. Please remember that today- remember it each week!”
She spoke solemnly but upliftingly. Once again, Sama felt an overwhelming attraction to her. In addition to being beautiful, she really was an inspiring woman- the kind of electrifying person you only met a few times in a lifetime.
Crystal clapped her hands again. “Today, we will be dealing with another embarrassing drunk bodily function- peeing!"
Crystal paused for effect and was rewarded with a few nervous murmurs echoing around the room. The women could sense what was coming next.
“As always, I will ask you to kindly share, if you wish- it’s totally optional, your stories about how this may have impacted you… in your moment of weakness. To start, I will share my story, then invite one of you brave women up here again…”
Crystal paused to look around the room. As Sama felt her eyes lock in on her for a brief moment, her stomach fluttered with nerves. She feared what was coming next.
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As instructed, the women drank from their chilled 1-liter water bottles as some of them shared their stories. Crystal was constantly walking around the gym encouraging some of the sippers to chug faster.
Tina had spoken first after some urging from Crystal. She had been on a first date as a college student and drinking heavily. The boy she was with had been more than happy to buy her drink after drink until she was slurring her words and stumbling over her own feet. He had dragged her out of the pub before she realized that she needed the toilet and should visit the ladies room before leaving.
Her need to pee had multiplied quickly and she had no choice but to tell him she was going to use the alley before she soaked her skirt. The good-for-nothing prick had promised to keep his back to her and block her from view, but he had turned around the moment her pee had started splattering on the pavement. He had laughed hysterically at her and surely told his buddies about his desperate date who couldn’t hold her pee for a twenty-minute walk home. He had tried to come up to her dorm room but she had luckily sobered up enough to yell and get him to fuck off before she opened the building door.
The women applauded and spoke words of support for her. Robin arose next. She talked about how she had completely humiliated herself at her 22nd birthday party. It was her first year living away from her parents and it had been a total disaster. She had quickly gotten into drinking and that birthday party was the absolute low point. She had invited twenty-two of her friends over, but, in reality, about thirty-five people had shown up. The four-bedroom house she was renting with three other girls was packed, to the point that about ten people were just hanging out in the backyard.
Predictably, the guests had brought over liquor and after six birthday shots, a glass of white wine, and two beers, Robin had passed out sitting on her own couch. It wasn’t long before the booze needed to be peed out and she was in no shape to make it to the washroom, so she had wet her jeans right there in the middle of her own birthday party.
Some of the insensitive people at the party had circulated photos of her in pissed jeans. Some of her friends and housemates had apologized for not helping her out- they had also been really drunk and had decided she would be fine on the couch. Robin didn’t really blame them- if they had taken her to bed, she would have just peed that instead. After the incident, she had tried to slow down her drinking for a few weeks then decided she needed a firmer approach than that. She had now been attending AA meetings for over two years and sober for the last twenty months.
There was applause again and Kayleigh quickly stood up. Everyone seemed to be getting more comfortable with this embarrassing, taboo topic.
Sama thought about how she had wet herself just a few days ago despite not even being drunk. There was no way she could share that story, but there had been plenty of other drunk instances. She definitely didn’t have the strongest bladder, which was why her pee habits were as they were.
Kayleigh seemed more embarrassed than the first two women, but she willed herself to share. “Well, this was a long time ago so, yeah. Me and my besties were going to this pricey club so we got hammered before we went out. We all peed before leaving home, but still the cab ride took forever then there was the lineup outside…”
“Anyway, me and Les really had to go. Shauna and Fran were kind of OK. We begged for a while and finally the bouncer let us in. We headed straight for the toilets but there was a lineup there too. I was holding on for about five minutes but then this other friend saw me dancing around with my hand in my crotch- her name’s Julie. She’s a real troll type and we hadn’t seen each other in a while so she ran up and tickled me. I laughed and peed my dress before she stopped and ran off. Anyway, no one really cared too much- I wiped my legs off with t.p. and went out to dance even though I smelled like pee and the back of my dress was a bit wet. There were a few other times too, just like that pretty much- before I got help and sobered up.”
As Sama applauded along, she noticed Crystal eyeing her. Kayleigh, a newcomer, had just shared while she hadn’t really said anything other than a quick introduction. Sama reluctantly stood up, earning an encouraging smile from the meeting host.
Standing up made her realize that her bladder was already quite full. She had drunk a bit over half of her bottle, but the water and coffee from this morning was also making its way through her body. She strode up to the front to address the small crowd. She blushed as she scanned the friendly faces looking back at her, questioning why she had gotten up. This was going to be embarrassing.
“About a month ago, I was drinking alone at home. I didn’t realize that I was almost out of wine. Anyway, against my better judgement… I got in my car and started driving.”
The quiet hush in the room was interrupted by a few gasps. Crystal quickly interjected. “Remember ladies, no judgements here. We are all here because we want to improve on who we were in the past.”
Sama continued. “I got to the liquor store ok and got a few bottles like usual. There had been some traffic and I had been drinking... so I had to pee. I asked the cashier, but he said there was no toilet for customers.”
Her mind drifted back to her bladder in its present state. Her need to pee seemed to be multiplying by the minute. She wriggled her legs as she continued.
“Anyway, I figured I could hold it. It was only a fifteen-minute drive back even with traffic, twenty tops. So I grabbed my booze and got into my car again.”
She gulped- this was where it got messy. “As luck would have it, there was a cop hanging around the parking lot- I guess a lot of drunks drive to the liquor store hammered. She saw me start my car and knocked on my window.”
“I did the breathalyzer test and I was way over so she pulled me out of the car. I stood there waiting for like ten minutes while she filled out the report and called for a tow. I had to pee more and more badly. Finally, the tow truck got there and the backup. He handcuffed me and put me in the car even though I told him I was about to wet my pants.”
Sama found it hard to face her audience. The women’s eyes were glued to her and they all wore shocked expressions. Sama’s voice broke as she fought back tears.
“I-I just couldn’t hold it all the way to the police station. I leaked a few times in my sweatpants. And then when he finally opened the door and pulled me out of the backseat, I totally pissed myself walking from the car to the door. They told me they would get me some clean clothes but I sat in the drunk tank with some other women in my wet pants for almost an hour before anyone showed up. It was the worst night of my life.”
Crystal quickly broke the uncomfortable silence that followed. “And that’s why you’re here! And why we’re here to help you!”
She started clapping and the other ladies followed suit. With a wan smile, Sama walked back to her seat and picked up her water bottle- she felt like some of the weight of her difficult recent past had just been lifted off her shoulders. |
Sama clutched her crotch desperately as she danced with Kayleigh. Yet another girl had just surrendered to the demands of her bladder- Teri quickly lifted up her black skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and panties to squat in the middle of the gym. Wearing a blushed, humiliated face, she started peeing immediately, obviously very desperate and eager to get the deed done as quickly as possible. On cue, Crystal was behind her, watching her urinate with chastity device and water bottle in hand.
Despite their own desperate states, several women had turned to watch Teri pee, Sama included. Teri was quite attractive- a single mom in her mid-thirties. The pale redhead kept in pretty good shape despite her busy schedule. She rose after a couple of quick twerks to shake off the last drops of her pee, pulling up her undergarments as she did so. Crystal handed her the 350ml water bottle, instructing her to drink up immediately. Then, she knelt and held out the scary-looking chastity belt and asked Teri to step into it. After a bit of adjusting and struggling, Crystal had the bulky device locked in place over Teri's pantyhose- the skirt barely made it back over the leather and metal sex toy.
The women were dancing in a giant circle of towels that were keeping their pee inside a designated wet area- the “dance floor”. It was all wet already- pee splashed around as they danced, or rather shifted uncomfortably trying not to piss themselves. The unmistakable smell of urine certainly didn’t help matters and seeing another gal pee did nothing for one’s own battle.
Over half of the ladies had squatted on the gym floor to relieve themselves already, and now wore chastity belts as punishment. Most of women were wearing pants today, including Sama- there was no hiding the wetness there. However, Sama suspected that peeing with a belt on would not go well with a skirt either. The woman's pee would probably spray all over, surely wetting her skirt, perhaps even her shirt.
Four of the women had also finished the additional water bottle- they were clearly in the worst shape of the lot. If they didn't hang on the remaining hour, they would pee their pants and drive home sitting on one of the plastic covers Crystal had thoughtfully brought to the meeting. Sama found it fascinating that any girl here would wet herself over simply leaving the meeting. That was the beauty of all of this- it tested your dedication well beyond breaking point. Everyone here was suffering, but learning valuable life lessons and kicking alcoholism's butt to boot. It was amazing, almost unbelievable!
Sama felt herself squirt into her panties- she was about to pee her pants. She quickly undid her belt, dancing desperately to prevent a second squirt. She finally had her tan dress pants undone and lowered them, along with her slightly wet white panties, just below her bubbly butt- she had to be careful not let her pants contact the soiled floor. In a slight squat, she relaxed her strained bladder and peed on the wet rubber floor. She could feel eyes on her, but she focused on the basketball hoop thirty feet away. It felt so good to finally pee!
Mid-relief, Crystal obstructed her view of the basketball hoop- the ladies looked into each other's eyes. For some reason, Sama felt turned on knowing Crystal was watching her urinate. It was so naughty- doing this humiliating deed in public, just a few feet away from an attractive, smart woman. Sama finally finished peeing with a deep sigh and pulled her pants up.
"Feel better?" Crystal asked with a smile as she handed her a water bottle. Sama opened it and took a sip as she felt the cold, heavy chastity device around her crotch. Crystal fiddled with it for longer this time- Sama, being Latina, was truly blessed with wide hips and a big ass. Sama felt Crystal’s breast graze her leg as she worked- she was hopelessly turned on. Her mind drifted back to the moving story Crystal had shared- her abusive boyfriend beating her in public for getting drunk and then laughing at her after she had wet herself in fear. It had been truly incredible that this brave, strong woman had used that inspiration to help other females- in such an unreal way, too!
Just as Sama’s belt was securely in place over her pants, Robin and Lindsay squatted, almost simultaneously, on opposite sides of the makeshift dance floor. Kayleigh, clutching herself as she shifted from foot to foot in front of Sama, was now one of the last three women who hadn’t peed yet. Despite having exposed herself to everyone a minute ago, Sama felt proud that she had been able to hold on for this long. She had always felt that she went to the washroom too often, and peed her pants sometimes, too. She hoped it wouldn’t happen today- the big clock read 11:05. There were 55 minutes to go.
Ten minutes later, Kayleigh finally caved, leaving only Daphne, a 5’10 blonde with an obviously large bladder as the sole survivor. While she was holding her crotch, a couple of the petite women were clearly more desperate. Sama was half-hoping that one of them, Tina or Josephine, would just quit the exercise- it would make it easier for her to walk away too.
As instructed, she had finished her water bottle within five minutes and tossed the empty container outside the toweled area. Not even fifteen minutes since peeing, Sama could already feel her bladder filling up again. She knew from experience that it wouldn’t be long before she was totally bursting to pee again- maybe twenty minutes, thirty tops. For at least the fifth time that day, her eyes met Crystal’s- it was clear there was a growing mutual interest between the two beautiful women.
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Tina stopped dancing on the spot and gasped. A humiliating wetness spread down the front of her jeans and, to add to her embarrassment, droplets of pee deflected off the unforgiving chastity belt and sprayed everywhere. A couple of ladies took a step back as they observed the very desperate petite blonde soak her pants.
Josephine, a brunette of nearly equal height and weight, bolted out of the toweled circle to dance helplessly in front of Crystal. Clutching her chastity belt, she begged to be released from the locked device. Crystal obliged, inserting her master key into the keyhole in front of Josephine’s crotch and turning it. It was a pointless venture. As the device slid to her feet, Josephine peed her skirt. A waterfall of pee flowed through the twenty-three year old’s bright orange panties, soaking the chastity belt at her feet. Outside the toweled area, Josephine’s pee was free to flow far and wide on the gym floor.
As Tina and Josephine finished wetting themselves, crying through a mix of shame and relief, Daphne finally lowered her dress pants and panties to squat on the floor. A few of the belted women were too desperate to watch the beautiful, big-bladdered redhead relieve herself, but the others, including Sama, took advantage of the opportunity to see the ocean of pee flowing out from a thick red bush and splattering on the wet floor.
Sama had grown really desperate, really quickly since peeing thirty-five minutes ago. She doubted she could last the half-hour plus to relief. As Daphne pulled up her pants and permitted Crystal to lock in the final chastity belt of the morning, Sama watched a defeated pair of wet women, Tina and Josephine, seat themselves on plastic chairs outside the toweled circle. The back of Tina’s jeans were absolutely drenched- her accident was obvious now that Crystal had removed the chastity belt. Sama wriggled desperately, knowing her own tan pants would look like that if she failed to hold her pee.
Surprisingly, no other woman asked Crystal for an unlocking. In pretty much the same order as they had squatted, Amber, Carissa, Pauline, Rhiannon, Brenda, Ashley, and Teri all accepted their ill fates and pissed themselves over the next twenty-five minutes. Yet again, Sama was surprised by the women’s dedication to the program- there was no way she would be the second woman, after Josephine, to request to be unlocked. Shockingly, it was less embarrassing to soak her light tan pants.
With ten minutes to go, Sama was holding on through sheer will alone. She had her hands pressed up against the belt, like all the desperate women around her. The pressing did next to nothing- there was very little direct pressure on Sama’s pussy. Instead, the sharp edges of the device dug painfully into her inner legs/hips joints.
Sama felt herself squirt. Desperately, she rocked her hips back and forth, trying to regain control and prevent a full-fledged accident. The large gym clock read 11:51. “Only 9 minutes to go… only 9 minutes to go!” She whispered fiercely to herself, trying to pull her tired body across the finish line.
“Oh no!” Justine yelped a few away from Sama as she started wetting her panties. Thoughtfully, she lifted her short skirt up to save it from the wild pee stream. As she peed into her white cotton panties, her pee flowed out through her chastity belt. Sama enjoyed the clear view of the young Asian woman’s accident briefly, but quickly diverted her eyes as she almost started wetting her own panties. Another squirt escaped- her panties were slowly but surely getting wetter.
Robin and Emilia were not so lucky. They also started peeing their pants. Despite her attempts to focus on her own bladder, Sama noticed the accidents- the women’s moans of relief were sheer torture. There were only six minutes left- she had to hang on, somehow.
After a few more squirts, Sama could feel the wetness on her crotch, even if it was hard to see anything through the chastity device. Knowing that her pants were already soiled made it that much harder to hold it. What was the point if they were soiled already? Surprisingly, Lindsay and three other women had also wet themselves as Sama valiantly hung on. She had no idea how she was still holding on, in so much pain and squirting every minute or so. Her bladder was at its absolute limits and was merely seconds away from a total lapse.
There were two minutes left- she could do this. Crystal, working quickly, had managed to get the entire group of wet women unlocked and out of the flooded circle. Only Daphne, Sama, and Kayleigh remained, and they all seemed to be moments away from the same doomed wet fate.
Sama slowly hobbled to the edge of the circle closest to Crystal. If she made it to the end, she wanted to be unlocked first. How she would get to a toilet, she had no idea. No, she was well beyond embarrassment now- she would simply pull her pants down again and pee in front of all of her female admirers.
Only a few feet from each other now, Crystal gazed at her intently- Sama could tell she was pushing her to hang on, but unwavering in her duty. She would not unlock her until this final revolution of the seconds hand of the gym clock was complete.
In tears, Sama splashed about trying to hold on just thirty more seconds. With all the squirting, her pants were wet down to her mid thighs. Behind her, Kayleigh moaned- she had lost the battle with merely seconds to go. Sama dared not turn around to admire the accident- every ounce of energy was needed to keep her urine inside her tortured body.
Finally, time was up- it was noon. Crystal stepped forward, key in hand. It was too late. As she inserted the key and turned it, Sama lost control. She sighed in frustration, hands on her hips as Crystal pulled the belt down to unveil a huge accident. Sama was completely drenching her tan pants Crystal paused a moment to observe the giant accident before dutifully freeing a dancing Daphne.
Daphne had a quarter-sized wet spot on her navy-blue dress pants, but managed to hold on just long enough to pull down her pants and panties to her knees, squat, and release a long-held flood on the wet floor. She peed long after Sama had finished wetting herself with a blissful moan. The woman’s bladder was truly incredible.
As Daphne pulled her pants up, Sama thanked the ladies for coming, promising that they would review the recording next meeting. She invited them all to take a seat protector with them- they were piled up on the table at the front.
As the other women carefully excited the gym, looking out for any Peeping Toms who might see them in their wet clothes, Sama remained standing next to Crystal. Understanding, Crystal led her away to a quiet corner away from her staff, who had now left their cameras to begin mopping up the gym floor.
“How was it?” She whispered to Sama as they came to a stop.
“Amazing.” Sama smiled at her and ran her hand over her soaked pants.
Crystal stepped back to admire the drenched pants, now dark brown from wetness. She reached into Sama’s crotch to lightly rub her fingers over her clothed but wet pussy. Sama gasped and undid her pants- Crystal eagerly pulled them down, revealing white panties, now wet and transparent. Once again, Crystal reached in for a slow, intimate stroke. Sama moaned quietly and spread her legs, inviting the doctor to rub harder, but Crystal stopped.
“Soon- be patient.” She whispered to Sama as she pulled her pants back up. She walked away to grab a seat protector, leaving Sama to button up. Crystal handed Sama yet another water bottle and opened her own as they walked to Crystal’s car. They would get to know each other better in Crystal’s home.
Thanks for the kind words everyone- I really enjoyed writing this! |
My seventh writing (and first in a while...my last post was in July 😬), 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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Ever since Mali's park walk, time had been marching forward. It was winter now, and Mali landed herself a new job. After being laid off at the concession stand for the season, she's been occupied with waiting on customers at a local dine-in. Her attire was comprised of a pair of deep hazel pants and a stylish employee shirt. She found herself working a day shift, and wanted to give her special someone a nice romantic(?) surprise when she got home. Mali made sure that her water bottle was never empty as she worked the ending hours of her shift; Yuta would be getting eye candy when she bursts through the front door desperate to get to the bathroom. Perfect! she thought.
2 hours remaining: Mali downs half of her water bottle to get her bladder working. She already felt that something was creeping up on her, but took good care in not overdoing things too quickly
1 hour remaining: She feels liquid jostling around within her finishing her first bottle. She feels a greater urge to go, but is still able cover it up without flaw. A pressure forms underneath her stomach.
30 minutes remaining: If Mali would be home in this moment, she'd make a beeline for the toilet. On the contrary, she now had to walk around to each table at a slower pace, much more well aware of her movements, and how a wrong turn could lead to a slip in her sphincter... She fills her bottle to take sips every few minutes to ensure that Yuta gets the best experience possible.
3 minutes remaining: The floodgates were opening sooner than she anticipated. Mali grew cautious, jittery and overall nervous. All she had to do was make one final trip from the kitchen to the guests, and she would be out of there. Carrying the food over, her movements were steady, her whole body tense, not wanting to drop the food nor leak. She goes to set down their plates. Safe. She asks if the customers need anything. Safe. She turns to walk away.
*drip drip, sprt*
Mali freezes for a brief moment to gain her composure, then walks away. That was too close! How did I manage not moving an inch while it happened?! I was so scared I'd looked like I wet myself.....oh no, do I have a wet spot now...?.....doesn't matter. I gotta get going. Fast!
She clocks out, grabs her work bag and hurriedly walks out the back to her car. She gets in carefully and floors it out of there towards home. While driving she leans forward and closes her knees tight together. Her concentration became split between driving and holding her liquid cargo inside, so much that approaching a red light, she fails to notice right away and hits the brakes harder than she would. The car comes to a rapid halt and...
*pssch*
"FUCK!" Mali grimaces. "shit shit shit not yet!" She feels the car seat beneath her heat up, her underside now undoubtedly coated with a dark spot. She stammers her feet beneath the wheel as she waits for eternity for the light to switch, her hand tucked firm between her thighs. The remainder of the ride consisted of sitting unstill in the seat, making awkward noises nobody should hear, and complaining about the slightest bit of traffic in her path home.
Then at last, she finally pulled into the driveway. She pulled out her things and slams the car door. Hobbling over to the front door, Mali began to feel a light *dribble* escape her frontside, whilst shivering in the cold due to her exposed wet spot. Almost there, almost there.....
The front door swings open. She hurries her way through the kitchen and down the hall. She sets eyes on the bathroom and finds the door slightly inched open...with a toolbox and another man inside?! Mali is shocked with surprised eyes. Yuta leans around a doorframe, telling her "Hi, a pipe burst, so I got a plumber to fix it for us same day!"
*spurt, fsh*
Mali turns around in a panic, Yuta now seeing her conflicting matter at face value. Mali thinks out her options.
The toilet? No someone's in there...*leak*....uhm...Can't go outside, it's still light out and neighbors are watching!...*drip drip*
She looks across the kitchen. No cup...No vase...sink...SINK!
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*FSSSHHHHHHHH-*
She spontaneously lost all control. Gasping, she swayed across the room, pee draining from her crotch and pantlegs. Mali approaches the sink, full throttle spraying out her contents. She bends forward and contracts her bladder and sphincter one more time, undoing her pants as her legs are sealed shut together. She achieves a momentary trickle pulling down her wet undergarments only to bet again met with loss of control as she hoists herself onto the counter, soaking it and the cabinets beneath. At last - *FMMMMM* - her stream slamming powerfully against the metal of the sink. Her golden liquid drips from the countertop, her hands, and her pants, now at her ankles. She continues on for nearly 20 more seconds, breathing hard after all was done. A trail growing in spread was left from the corner of the hallway to the sink, Yuta watching from afar in awe.
"Well this was supposed to be a surprise done in there," Mali says pointing down the hall. "But I hope you're satisfied with this instead!" she says whimsically.
He averts from her gaze, ashamed. ".....I'm sorry."
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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked this scenario! As always, I'm open for requests and suggestions for my next writing. Though I do have in mind a situation involving Yuta as a subject....
Edited November 11, 2022 by omoEnthusiast1
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Mari's Massive Mistake
Mari hummed to herself on her picnic blanket. This is where she always was, on her blanket. With food and drinks ready whenever anyone needed anything.
Hero walked up to Mari and sat down.
"Hey Mari." He greeted her.
"Hi Hero! Whatcha guys doing." Mari asked, looking over at Aubrey and Omori watching Kel dig a hole.
"Well were going to Pyrefly Forest in a couple of minutes. I was just wondering if you wanted to have a quick date beforehand." Hero reached out for Mari's hand.
"Yes I would like that very much." She place her hand in his hand for a minute before pulling away for drinks.
"Not really enough time for a meal but I got this new drink. I call it The Hero! It tastes like a mix of family cooking and love." She pulled out the drink.
"Interesting combination. Lets give it a taste test, shall we?" He poured the drink into two glasses before they both took sips.
"It's good!" Hero smiled, a bit of the drink still on his lip.
"It should taste good! It tastes like our love." Mari looked into Hero's eyes.
"Hero! Stop getting lovey dovey with your girlfriend and come with us to Pyrefly Forest!" Aubrey yelled to him as she started walking away.
"Oh! Sorry gotta go!" Hero quickly stood up and rushed off to catch Aubrey.
Kel began to walk behind them before stopping, turning away from Mari, and doing the make out thing with his hands. After doing it for just as long as he found it funny, he stopped and ran to catch up with the rest of the group.
Mari was alone again, with Hero leaving so suddenly they didn't even really get a chance to hang out. She drank the rest of hers and Hero's drink as a distraction from the unfinished interaction.
Unknown to her however, the drink was not just any drink... It was in all actuality, spiked with a medical strength diuretic by Omori.
Mari then packed up her stuff to head to Pyrefly Forest to help the group there.
Setting up the picnic blanket took little time, so she sat down and waited for something to do. With no distractions a need made itself known to her.
Oh? I need to go to the bathroom. She thought to herself. Better find one.
She left the safety of her picnic blanket and made her way through the woods. Searching for a bathroom and avoiding spiders.
"Hmph... So far my search has come up empty! Where could one be?" She wondered to herself out loud.
She decided she didn't need to worry about it right now, and that she could go once the group reached Sweetheart's castle. But...
"Which direction was back again?" Mari turned around, doubting herself on any direction she decided.
Mari was lost, with that diuretic making its way through her body she didn't have long.
She started walking a direction, hoping to get back to the main path.
But as she realized how bad her need was getting, she started to get more worried.
After a short bout a walking, a desperate Mari made it back out to the main path.
She looked over to the other side where she saw a lake.
Yes! I can go there! She thought to herself.
"Oh hi Mari!" Aubrey yelled to Mari from down the path.
Mari tensed up and stepped away from the water.
"H-hi Aubrey! What are y-you doing here?" She asked stiffly.
"Oh it's not just me. Everyone's here!" Aubrey motioned to the rest of the group coming down the path.
H-Hero! I can't let him see me like this! Her mind yelled at her to act normal.
"O-oh! Mari... Hi..." Hero tried to cover his wet spot with his hands. (See Hero's Not So Heroic Day) Mari noticed it.
"H-Hero! What happened?" She glanced down at it.
"Oh that! Uhh... I umm... Fell into a lake." He lied.
"O-oh! Okay!" Mari didn't feel like calling him out, after all she had her own needs to attend to.
"Hey Mari, would you like to come with us?" Kel offered.
"S-sure!" She couldn't refuse.
As she got in line between Hero and Kel she tried to stand normally. Hero noticed something was off but didn't say anything because he thought she looked cute liked that. Unbeknownst to all of them, Omori was smiling again.
They continued to head through Pyrefly Forest, Mari's state regressing further into desperation, Hero caught on to what was happening but didn't want to embarrass her by saying anything.
Until eventually Mari tripped over a rock. It throwing her forward and stopping her dead in her tracks.
"Mari? Are you okay?" Hero asked her as everyone turned around.
Omori became Ecstatic.
"Did you hurt yourself?" Asked Aubrey.
Mari stayed silent. Standing there, no movement, no nothing.
"Mari..." Hero walked over and placed his hand on her shoulder.
This small shock was enough to send Mari over the edge.
A gushing fountain shot out from underneath her skirt as Hero jumped back.
"M-Mari!?" Kel recoiled from her as not to get pee on him.
The liquid expelled itself from Mari's body, dumping it onto the ground and spreading outwards around her. Everyone stepping out of range except for Omori.
"Omori?" Aubrey asked.
Omori became Manic.
As the hose finally ceased, Mari began to apologize, "I-I am so sorry. I c-couldn't..."
Hero hugged Mari, comforting her as Aubrey and Kel questioned why this had happened to them twice today.
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Basil's Bullied Bladder
Basil and Mari hung out on the picnic blanket. Waiting for Omori and friends to come back to the park. They talked and just hung out for a while with nothing really to do.
Omori walked over to the blanket with everyone else in tow.
They all sat down and began chatting as Mari pulled out supplies for the picnic.
"So we just beat Perfectheart." Kel bragged.
"Really? Oh that's so cool!" Basil replied.
Mari pulled out drinks and some sandwiches for everyone.
They all grabbed some stuff and ate for a little bit before resuming their conversation.
"You know its nice that you always have all this stuff ready Mari." Hero smiled.
"Well of course! I have nothing better to do... Other then being with you." Mari replied with a smug grin.
"Get a room." Aubrey huffed as she took another bite to her sandwich.
Omori offered Basil another drink, Basil took it gladly.
Omori smiled at Basil, but that smile had a double meaning. Not so long ago Omori realized that as a part of Sunny, he had inherited some of Sunny's traits. Including the more... Interesting ones.
Omori had an idea in mind. A devilishly cruel idea. He would make every single person in Headspace wet themselves, after all... He had forever. Didn't he? Why not make a fun little game out of it. Sunny always liked games.
He would find it enjoyable and, nothing else mattered... Right? He was the only one here who was truly real. He was an extension of Sunny's will and... Well... He enjoyed it too.
Omori knew that if he was here, Basil would not leave. No matter how bad his need got. He didn't understand why, he didn't have the same connection to them that Sunny had. Just a knowledge... of their habits. Habits he could exploit.
Basil was still just sitting, talking, socializing. Something Omori had no interest in. So he offered another drink, and Basil took it, albeit with a hesitation in his movements. He could never say no to his best friend.
Basil drank slowly, oblivious to Omori's intentions. Once he finished the drink Omori offered another.
Basil hesitated, thinking to himself. I shouldn't drink more, I don't know the next chance I'll have to go to the bathroom. He thought. But... I could never say no to my best friend.
Basil debated with himself for a bit before he decided to take the drink. Omori smiled at Basil again, it was a genuine smile, but not for the reason Basil thought.
Omori was ready for when Basil started to crack. When he would reach the first sigh, when he would cross his legs unknowingly before noticing and fixing it while pretending to brush them off. The first leak, the first dribble, the first spurt. He was ready for Basil to collapse under the pressure. As he watched.
Basil sat there ignoring the growing need he was having. He couldn't just leave with all his friends here. Especially not Omori, he was his best friend.
Basil sighed. The rest of them not noticing because they were wrapped up in conversation. Omori noticed.
Omori became Happy.
Omori sat there, gazing intently at Basil as he realized the mistake he made.
Basil had always had a small bladder. And with Sunny's intrests Headspace Basil had an even smaller one.
No one noticed however, no one except... Omori.
Basil crossed his legs as Omori took note.
Omori became Ecstatic.
He's progressing more then I expected. Omori thought to himself. He chose to cross his legs. He's close, I know it.
Despite Basil's put together exterior, he was not doing great. He could never handle much at once, and his bladder had already passed his normal breaking point. But Basil would not go. He would not let himself go. He would stick it out till the end of the picnic.
Basil discreetly snuck his hand between his legs. Hoping no one would notice. Omori noticed.
Omori held off his excitement, he couldn't project it outwardly. If he did someone would notice something.
Basil held on, he pulled his legs up to his chest and began rocking back and forth. In a futile effort to suppress his bladder's pained cries.
Omori became Manic.
Basil rocked back in forth, his hands in his crotch, telling himself everything would be okay.
Omori couldn't contain his excitement anymore and decided to push Basil over the edge.
Omori went over to Basil and sat down next to him. Basil began to sweat as Omori leaned in closer. Almost touching Basil at this point and... Omori hugged Basil, squeezing him tight.
Basil gasped as this happened. His bladder spasmed as Omori continued to hug him, Basil could not move as his body gave up. His pee, slowly leaking out into his underwear as Omori squeezed it out of him.
The rest of the friends continued talking, not noticing the event happening right behind them. As the urine soaked through his underwear the overalls began to darken. Basil's mouth hung open as his throat closed, he couldn't say anything.
Omori looked into Basil's terrified eyes and smiled. A genuine, malicious smile. Before pulling away, leaving Basil to process what just happened.
Omori gathered the rest of the group and left. Leaving Basil and Mari alone. Basil just sat there, as Mari noticed his state and tried to comfort him.
Nothing could comfort Basil now.
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Kel's Kerfuffle
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(Kel Yourself)
"So Omori, why are we back in The Last Resort?" Aubrey asked.
"Yeah! I already quit!" Kel exclaimed.
"Kel... You were fired." Hero sighed.
Omori did not explain himself. He went to the nearest machine and began gambling. He needed more Clams, how else could he keep buying all the drinks?
The rest of the group hung around for a while before getting bored and wandering off.
Kel walked into a new area of The Resort he hadn't been in before, a bar.
A Gator Guy turned around from behind the counter, "What can I get for you sir... Oh, it's you." He frowned at the thought of helping Kel.
"Ooo! What's that!" Kel jumped up onto a stool and pointed at a bottle of hard liquor.
"No." Was all he said in response.
"What about that?" Kel pointed at Vodka.
"No." He replied again.
"Or that?" Kel pointed at Tequila, "Or that?" He pointed at Red Wine, "Or-"
"Please just shut up. I'll get you some Lemonade or something. Just please shut up." The Gator Guy replied as he reached under the counter for a cup.
He pulled it out and flipped it in the air before setting it down as Kel watched in awe.
"Woooow." Kel stared at the Gator Guy, "Can you do more tricks?"
"You think that's impressive? You've seen nothing yet." He replied as he pulled out the tap.
He flipped the cup into the air before it landed on his snout, he balanced it there while pouring before pulling his head away and catching the cup with a twirl.
Kel clapped, "Bravo! Bravo!"
The Gator Guy bowed and then handed Kel his drink.
Kel drank it quickly as to watch the show again.
"Do it again!" Kel slammed his cup on the counter to hand it back to him.
"Again? Alright." He put the show on again, exact same as last time.
Kel sucked down the drink before begging him to do it a third time
The Gator Guy sighed before putting on the show again, albeit with less energy.
Kel gulped it down, before asking for a fourth show.
"Look... Kid... I've already done the show three times. That's two more times then I was expecting. I'm tired, I sure as hell know you aren't actually going to pay for those drinks and you've had enough. Drinking that much that quickly isn't good for you." The Gator Guy side eyed Kel before heading to the back room of the bar.
"Hey! Wait!" Kel yelled as the door closed, "Hmph... I wanted to see the show again."
Kel sat for a while, hoping he would come back out. When he didn't he decided to head back to Omori. Hero and Aubrey had the same idea.
"Still going at it Omori?" Aubrey asked.
Omori silently nodded.
"So how long do you think you'll be?" Hero glanced around.
Omori held up three fingers.
"Three whats? Minutes? Hours?" Hero questioned.
Omori nodded at hours.
"That's A long time." Aubrey replied.
Omori nodded once again.
They stood for a while with Kel soon realizing his need. He ignored it because he knew that The Last Resort had a bathroom they could easily reach.
Omori continued to gamble, for once completely oblivious to the signs Kel was showing. The way he leaned, the way he carried himself when he would walk. Kel needed to pee, no doubt about that.
Kel sighed, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Omori perked up at the word.
He has to pee? Omori thought to himself. This is the perfect opportunity for that idea.
He left his seat and gathered everyone to take somewhere. Kel was about to go when Omori put his hand on his shoulder. Kel decided to follow Omori instead, after all he could always come back.
Omori led them right past the bathrooms before entering the elevator. He took them up to the second floor and left the elevator. Before entering an open room.
"You got us a hotel room?" Hero asked.
"Cool!" Kel turned around and fell back onto one of the beds.
"Well it's already kind of late. Might as well use it." Hero sat on the other bed.
"Well if we're doubling up I want to sleep with Omori!" Aubrey walked over to him.
Omori sat on the bed with Kel.
"Huh? Oh! I guess Omori wants to sleep with me." He glanced at Omori.
Aubrey looked annoyed at Kel before sitting on the bed with Hero.
And in less then a minute, Omori turned the lights out. Him and Kel laying down.
Kel fell asleep quickly, completely forgetting about his need.
Omori watched him as he slept. Noticing any little movements, when his mouth twitched, when he moved his legs or when he moved his arms.
Omori knew what was happening, he was having a dream about needing to pee. He took note when Kel frowned and pushed his legs together.
Omori became Happy.
He slowly reached out and placed his hand on Kel, to make sure he wouldn't leave if he woke up.
Kel was dreaming, he was playing Basketball, but all the hoops were toilets. He could only go to the bathroom if he made enough shots in a row and he just couldn't do it.
Omori watched as Kel's face grew worried, his legs crossing as he started to sweat. The need was growing stronger.
Omori closed his eyes, he knew Kel would wake up soon. If he faked being asleep he wouldn't move his arm.
Kel's dream continued, every time he got close to a toilet the goal post would move. He made all the shots but now the bathroom required a combination lock that he could only get by solving puzzles. His dream did everything to place the toilet out of reach.
Omori felt Kel move and opened one eye to see he had unconsciously moved a hand closer to his crotch.
Now every few seconds Kel would twitch, first just little movements, moving his head to the side or closing and opening his hand. But it grew bigger, now he was rubbing his legs together and his head kept tossing and turning.
Omori closed his eyes since he knew Kel was about to wake up.
Kel awoke in a cold sweat, putting his hands right in his crotch. C-crap... I need to pee super bad. Kel thought to himself.
He began to sit up before noticing Omori's hand on him. No... I can't wake him up. He thought before slowly laying back down.
Omori felt Kel's more controlled movements, he knew Kel woke up.
Omori became Ecstatic.
Kel bit his lip, thinking about what he could do. I could try to move his hand without waking him up.
He slowly took one hand out of his crotch, shuddering as he did, and grabbed Omori's arm.
You won't escape that easy. Omori pulled his body into Kel, wrapping himself around him. Much to Kel's fear.
No... I gotta think of a new plan. Kel tried to think of something else.
He couldn't think of anything else. He started to cry as he tried to hold on.
Omori slowly moved his hands down Kel's body, heading towards his bladder. He silently placed his hand on it as Kel winced.
Omori became Manic.
He... He wants me to piss myself. Kel realized. That's why this keeps happening to us. Hero and Mari, that was because of Omori.
Unfortunately Kel realized too late, a wave of desperation hit him as he shrunk into himself, trying to avoid the inevitable.
Omori smiled wide, and sat up. Looking through Kel, he knew he had figured it out.
He moved to Kel, staring into him. Pulling Kel's arms out of his crotch, carefully placing them to his sides.
Kel looked up at Omori, fear in his eyes. There was only joy in Omori's.
Omori glanced down at Kel's bladder and looked back up and smiled with a crazed look in his eyes.
Kel shook his head, trying to tell Omori no. Omori nodded and pushed on his bladder.
Kel gasped and pulled his legs into his chest, doing anything he could to stop the pain. Omori pushed his legs back down.
Kel opened his mouth to say something, Omori put a finger over his mouth before pointing with his other hand.
Kel looked where he was pointing, Aubrey and Hero were sleeping peacefully in the other bed. He looked back to Omori as he pointed at Kel's bladder before pointing at them again.
If I s-say anything he'll do the same to them. Kel stayed silent.
Omori smiled at Kel's compliance. He was ready for this game to be over though. He shoved his hands deep, Kel cried out in pain. No one else awoke.
Kel shook as the dam cracked. New leaks were forming faster then he could plug them. The structural integrity collapsed as the liquid crashed through.
His bladder dumped its contents into the bed, soaking the sheets as the liquid rushed past Omori.
Omori smiled as the bed squished with pee. He stared at the expanding wet spot as Kel watched in horror.
As the liquid drained so did any energy Kel had, he silently cried as the realization of what had happened set in.
Omori looked at Kel as he looked back, he placed a single finger over his mouth before smiling and laying back down next to Kel.
Kel turned away from him, laying in his puddle and closed his eyes. Hoping to awake from this horrible nightmare.
This was no nightmare.
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Ever since she was in her teenage years, Kim has always had a strange Infatuation with peeing. As is probably the case with most people hers started with a legitimate accident while walking home from school. But she also always loved the feel of wetting her swimsuit at the beach. For a girl in her late 20s she’s had her share of boyfriend’s, but no one she trusted enough to bring up her wet desires.
Ever since her accident walking home from school, she had really loved the feeling of wetting her pants. The sudden gush of hot wetness and the warm flow as it runs down her legs would always make her intensely horny.
She had long fantasized about wetting her pants in front of a stranger. While walking around the personal hygiene area at the store she came across a section of adult diapers, obviously meant for people with continence problems, but Kim figured this might allow her the opportunity to pee in her pants without anyone knowing. She eyed up the different varieties available and settled on a package that should fit her body. She used the self check out to avoid any embarrassment.
The next day she had been prepping herself at work by drinking several large bottles of water throughout the afternoon. By the time the end of her workday had come, she had Peed several times, enough that her urine was now clear and orderless. This was important to her as she was nervous enough to begin with, without worrying about someone catching on to what she was doing because they could smell pee.
Shutting down her computer, she could feel her bladder straining as she stood up. She was one of the few people left in the office and quickly walked to the ladies room. Her hands were shaky as she took off her panties. She reached into her purse and pulled out her adult diaper. She quickly slid it on one leg at a time, pulling it up underneath the dress she chose to wear. She then pulled from her purse a pair of cut off sweatpants that she turned into a pair of shorts for working out. She figured she would wear these over the top of the diaper to help hide the sound of the crinkly plastic as well as serve as a back up should she have a leak. She tucked her panties into her purse and stepped out of the stall, pausing to give a quick twirl in front of the mirror checking to see if there was any obvious signs of a diaper under her dress. Satisfied that no one would see the diaper, she quickly made her way to her car and drove to the nearest Target store up the road.
Walking around target she could feel the immense pressure building in her bladder and knew that she needed to go soon. However she didn’t just want to go anywhere, she wanted to go while standing close to someone. While walking around the store she saw an attractive man in his early 30s looking at clothes in the men’s department. She confidently walked into the men’s department and began looking at men’s cloths as well.
Standing two clothing racks away from the man, she felt it was time to have her first experience. She tried to relax however despite the throbbing in her bladder, she suddenly became intensely pee shy. As the man moved around to the other side of the rack she thought it was now or never and begin trying to push out some pee. Over and over for what felt like an eternity, she could feel the piss about to escape her body, yet suddenly crawl back up. She closed her eyes and with her legs slightly parted, exhaled deeply causing her body to relax just enough. Suddenly she felt the first hot gush into the diaper. She let out an uncontrollable moan before quickly coming back to her senses. Still relishing in the warmth that began to spread from the initial squirt, she strained hard again and this time her body cooperated with her. A large gush was expelled from her body with such force that she actually heard a muffled hiss noise. She didn’t think that there would be any noise through a diaper and the cut off sweats under her dress but she was wrong. She quickly looked over at the gentleman who had stopped thumbing through the clothes on the rack and paused before continuing to shop. Did he hear?
Her heart was racing in her chest and she could feel the wetness of her sexual excitement in her pussy mixing with the dampness of her piss. Her bladder still ached as she had barely begun any relief. She became bold and walked over and began looking at clothing on the same rack as the gentleman. Between her desperate need to pee, and her getting some control over her body, she was now able to let pee out in short controlled squirts. The warmth began to spread throughout the crotch of the diaper and around her lower ass cheeks. She could feel her nipples stiffen as her whole body got goosebumps.
“Are you looking for something for your boyfriend?” Holy crap, she didn’t expect the man to talk to her! Suddenly she realized she didn’t really have a reason to be in the men’s section. “ no, actually looking for something for my brother. His birthday is coming up in a few weeks.”
The man asked what kind of athletic clothing her brother like to wear however she wasn’t really hearing what he was saying as she was continuing to let squirt after squirt go into the diaper. She finally relaxed enough to let one very long stream ago. She nervously gasped and she felt the wet flood temporarily pooling, causing her to immediately stop the stream. She looked down and quickly took note of a nearby name brand. “he likes things made by champion” she managed somehow say. She walked slowly around the rack and was relieved that the hot gush had been absorbed into the diaper.
The man continue to talk to her but again she was hardly paying attention to what he was saying. Confident now in the diapers ability to absorb, she again relaxed and began to slowly let out a long trickle. She squeezed her thighs together and kind of rocked her hips forward as she attempted to force the stream a little harder. This must’ve caused the angle of her flow to change because a hot stream of piss suddenly shot up the front of the diaper and across her now throbbing clit. And the sudden jolt of pleasure caused her to involuntarily stop her flow once again.
The gentleman wished her luck and began to walk away. She slowly walked around the clothing rack feeling how thick the diaper had become between her thighs. The entire crotch area of the diaper was hot yet still felt some how dry. She reached down as if to adjust her dress but secretly was checking the diaper. She could tell by its slight puffiness in the front and on her butt that the pee had been absorbed well, and the diaper was doing its job.
At this point she had emptied approximately half of her bladder and figured she should probably begin to head towards the front of the store. She grabbed a bottle of water and a pack of gum and stood in line at the self check out. While standing there she continued let out stream after stream of hot pee. Occasionally shifting her weight from foot to foot using her legs to apply pressure on the bulging warm diaper causing it to press into her crotch.
When it was her turn she walked to the self check out and as she swiped the bottle across the scanner, she began to pee freely. Her hot stream just began to ebb as she suddenly felt the warm witness begin to creep down her left thigh. “Oh no!” She thought as she realized that she had finally exceeded the absorbent capacity of the diaper. She quickly placed her items in a bag and begin walking towards the door. With each step she took she realized that her thighs were squishing the diaper together. It felt absolutely amazing to feel the hot squishiness against her pussy, but she also realized that the pressure was squeezing small amounts of piss from the diaper and she felt the warmth spread a bit down her legs. She smiled to herself as she walked out of the store happy that she had were the cut off sweatpants as an extra layer.
When she got to her car she quickly reached into the back and put a towel down onto the driver seat. The moment she sat down she felt the immense hotness of the diaper against her ass. She squeezed her thighs together and relished in the thick, yet giving squishiness of the hot pee filled diaper. As she started her car, she reached my hand down and gave her pussy a playful squeeze through the soaking wet diaper. As she pressed
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the diaper hard into her clit, she could feel the pee begin to soak through and into her dress. It no longer mattered as she was in the privacy of her own car. She looked in her rearview mirror and smiled to herself, happy with the first steps she’d taken into a new and naughty world.
Does anyone know why the text is in black?
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"You know, you can't just drop in on me whenever you feel like it, I have a life," Kate Bishop complained to the very plain-faced looking Yelena standing in front of her. "Kate Bishop, are you not so happy to see me?" Yelena paused to offer a mocking sad expression, an expression that mixed with her slightly broken English had begun to drive Kate fucking insane.
"You always do this, you break in my apartment, shatter a window, eat my food, mock my decor - which by the way, who just shows up uninvited and mocks someone's house?" Kate was speaking a mile a minute, frustration mixed with a slight hesitation, she knew Yelena Belova could snap her neck quicker than Kate could say a single syllable to try to stop her.
Yelena offered nothing in response.
Kate stood defeated, head in her hand. She looked towards the broken window letting cool New York air seep throughout her apartment. "I can pay for the window if it's THAT big of a deal," Yelena sighed, circling around Kate and dropping onto Kate's couch. "You and what money? Aren't you, like, broke?" Kate now crossed her arms, shifting her gaze to Yelena now fully spread eagle on her couch. "I dress as good as this, and you think of me.. broke?" Yelena said, offense in her voice as her hands gestured to her form fitting tan coat, tight black skirt and high heels which she was in the process of kicking off.
"I really don't know how you get money, and honestly I don't want to know! Because I don't want to be complicit in whatever.. Black Widow bullshit you're involved in!" Kate's frustration grew. Yelena's head snapped back to meet Kate's eyes, "Black Widow bullshit?" Yelena stood up, her heels now off and revealing how drastically shorter Yelena was than Kate. "I should throw you out the window for saying that," the assassin threatened in a lower tone as she began to break Kate's personal space, causing the young archer to tighten up as Belova circled her. Kate stood completely still, looking over her shoulder as Yelena paused behind Kate.
"Bullshit may have been the wrong word," Kate conceded, fear still having a hold over her body. Kate continued to watch Yelena's face over her shoulder, not realizing Yelena had wrapped her arms around Kate's hips until the assassin tightened her hold on Kate. The young archer let out a gasp, her head immediately looking to see how Yelena was holding her. "Y-You don't really have to throw me out the window, your points made," Kate said in lot softer of a tone than she'd used with Yelena ever before. "You don't need to be so scared, Kate Bishop. It's unbecoming of you to look like you're about to wet your pants," Yelena teased, the shorter woman not letting up.
Kate took immediate offense, and went on the defensive. "Me? Wet my pants? Yeah, right," Kate rolled her eyes, arrogance flooding her tone. "You're telling me you've never wet your pants, Kate Bishop?" Yelena sounded surprised, "I seriously doubt that," Belova's tone changed to that of playfulness. "Self control, it's all about self control," Kate bragged, starting a little monologue that Yelena immediately tuned out of while she admired how long and dark Kate's hair was as it draped down her back. She loved the way it looked running down her back. She was half tempted to let go of Kate and just sit there and play with her long hair, but she knew Kate was too much of a loud mouth to let her enjoy that.
It took Yelena a few seconds to key into the fact that Kate was still monologuing about the importance of self control. Yelena smiled as she adjusted her hand placement, still connected together over Kate's hips until she found the middle of her abdomen - then she pushed down. Instantly, Kate let out a yelp that could've been heard two blocks away, and she followed that with the tightening of her thighs as her knees bent. "So much self control, Kate Bishop," the assassin mocked, confirming her suspicion that Kate's bladder was very full. "Y-You caught me before I could use the bathroom," Kate stuttered, a hint of shame in her voice.
Yelena surrendered her grip against Kate, returning her arms to her sides as she backed away from Bishop, admiring her purple archery shirt and how her tight black jeans matched every curve her legs had to offer. Kate spun to Yelena now, about to say something cocky or arrogant most definitely, but Yelena cut her off quickly. "I want you to stand there for me, Kate." A sentence followed by silence. Kate took in the sentence, ran it over in her head a few times, then quickly blurted out, "What the fuck?" Her hand moving black hair out of her face as she looked confused at the older blonde girl.
"It's a training exercise I had to do, for 'self control,'" Yelena made sure to surround those two words with air quotes. "You stand there until you can't possibly take it anymore, it's actually really good team building!" Yelena tried to tag on. Kate's curiosity peaked in the wrong way, "How long did you last?" The inquiry caused Yelena to smile. "A lot longer than you'd think. I remember seeing Widow's leave the room with wet pants trying so hard to outlast each other," Yelena smiled, biting her lip at the thought of Kate pissing her pants. "So, you want me to just stand here and hold it?" Kate still sounded unconvinced to participate. "What if I don't want to play this game?" Kate looked slightly concerned.
"Then I'll come and wrap my arms around you tighter," Yelena retorted quickly. "This is a really dumb game," Kate rolled her eyes at Yelena, fixing her posture as she got ready to stand.. and wait.
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Hi! I don't want to annoy you with a long introduction, so I try to keep it short. This Story takes place after what happens in the Anime Fate Unlimited Blade works. Knowing the Story and characters will be beneficial in enjoying this story.
It's always fun to test out new technology when it comes out. Back when Live2D came out, I created an animation, I used Photoshop to create 2 Videos and now I created this story, which is AI-assisted. This means I wrote it with Novel AI, taking some of its suggestions and changing it around if it didn't fit. AI is not perfect, but it can be helpful, especially when you have a baseline story and want to add more fluff around it. When the story was finished, I went back to it and went over it again, rewriting some stuff, cutting out other things, and so on. So I can say the story is mostly mine, but Novel Ai assisted. Part 1, as the introduction, contains no AI interference at all. It was written as the Baseline of the Story on which the AI can base decisions.
The Images to accompany the Story were created by Novel AI's image creator. I've been using these tools only for 5 days, but I find the results astonishingly good, especially considering that the story and Images were created in 3 of those 5 days. Most of the Images are unedited, but I edited the Part 3 Blackboard image with the text, the part 4 mirror image to include the picture in the background of the mirror, and the Part 6 smartphone photo to include the picture visible and the play Icon.
Well then, enjoy!
Part 1:
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Shinji woke up. The aftermath of the Holy Grail war saw him being rescued by Tohsaka and Emiya, even though they had fought at every opportunity. He had been betrayed, first by losing his Servant, Rider, then by Gilgamesh, who had been fighting for his own goals since he was brought to this world in the previous Grail war.
Feeling sick to his stomach, he remembered that he was almost turned into the abomination called the holy grail, but more than that, the feeling of being indebted to his rescuers made his stomach turn. In a sudden surge of rage, he threw the cup he was drinking from at the wall, then proceeded to trash his room.
"Tohsaka, Tohsaka, Tohsaka!!! It's all her fault! Why won't she obey me? Why did she rescue me? I'd rather have died than be saved!"
His magical circuit had burned out, a side effect of the holy grail abomination draining his power. With no magic power left, he couldn't cast spells, and Vengeance against Emiya and Tohsaka looked like a far-away goal that couldn't be realized without it.
Shinji was about to smash a chair when his eyes fell upon a letter on his desk. He didn't notice it earlier, but having thrashed most of the room beside the desk made the last intact furniture stand out. He swiped the letter from his desk and ripped it open.
"Shinji", it began, "if you are reading this letter, this means I have passed. Either by being betrayed by one of my Servants, or losing against my disciple ."
It was a letter written by Kotomine Kirei, the Magician that lent him Gilgamesh as a Servant. Kotomine had ambitions and a talent for deception, but his plans were ultimately foiled when his Servant Lancer betrayed and killed him. Shinji was there. He watched him die. Even though they were only Allies for a short while, they still worked together.
"You are likely to not have won this war", he started. "And if that holds true, either Emiya or Tohsaka are still alive, having beaten whatever plot Gilgamesh was planning in that head of his. I have been unable to contain him for a while now. He requested to serve either you, the Einzbern girl, or Tohsaka. My calculations were that giving him to you posed the least risk to my plans, but that doesn't matter now."
So he was used by Kotomine as well. About to rip apart the letter, his eyes fell upon the next paragraph.
"The outcome is probably not what you expected it to be."
He was right about that. If he had transformed into the holy grail, he would have had a chance to at least take Tohsaka with him.
"I have prepared something for you that will ease your pain, maybe even pay you back for having used you, and if I am to die at my disciple's hand, you may be able to exact revenge on my behalf as well."
Even in Death, Kotomine manipulated things to fit into his plans.
"Go to the Church I served at and look in my room on the second floor. My Desk drawer has a hidden compartment. You will find a book there. Read it."
Shinji knew, that there were books out there containing a lot of power. Using these required magic power he didn't have anymore.
"Don't worry about the requirements", the letter continued. "You will be fine. If you still desire Tohsaka or want exact revenge on her or Emiya, this will help you. I leave the rest to you. Kotomine Kirei."
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Finding the book wasn't hard. The instructions had been precise and the Church was void of any living being that could stop him from searching its priest's chambers. The book, wrapped in a piece of cloth, revealed an intricate cover with ornate letters written in an indecipherable language. Shinji opened the book and found its pages empty, aside from its first page.
"This is pointless. How should this help me? "
He looked at the first page and read its content. "'This book will eventually kill you. If you are not afraid of dying, you can gain immense power - at the price of your own lifespan.' What does this even mean?"
Frustrated, he wanted to toss the book away but noticed that the cover had changed to something he could read.
"Absolute Obedience."
With a loud bang, the door behind him slammed into its frame. The book lit up and started to glow, and a burst of air blew his hair back. He raised his hands, covering his eyes from the bright light and the wind.
"Du, der mich geweckt hat, höre meine Worte!"
The book started to speak. It sounded similar to the phrases in old magic books. Shinji had never learned that language, but he could somehow understand what the book was saying nevertheless.
"Dein Leben gehört mir! Deine Feinde sind meine Feinde. Meine Macht ist deine Macht."
Shinji was enveloped in a purple glow when the book formed a contract with him. The light and airflow were getting more intense, the Voice louder.
"Niemand kann sich meinen Worten widersetzen. Niemand kann sich deinen Worten widersetzen."
The room was now painted in a bright white. Then, suddenly, it was gone. Shinji could again see the content of the priest's room with the book floating in front of him. He heard a voice whisper to him in his mind and raised his hand towards it.
"Gehorche!"
The book floated into his hands, then vanished. A grin formed on Shinji's face. He had obtained the means to exact his revenge.
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Part 2:
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It was bothersome to go through a whole day of school with Tohsaka and Emiya around, but it was also the best chance to get them alone by asking them to meet after school. To not get interrupted, he had to get the key for it though. He opened the door to the teacher's lobby and looked straight into Fujimura Sensei's face. There was no one else in the room.
"Matou-san, you have to knock before you enter a room. At least have some mann..."
"Give me the Key to the second-floor classroom 2-3. Gehorche!"
Fujimura Sensei's eyes started shining with a purple glow. She turned around and grabbed a key from the wall, then handed it to Shinji.
"Here you go, Matou-san."
Shinji smiled evilly, then looked at the stack of papers at her desk.
"Are these the tests for your class? Let me look at them."
Without any hesitation, Fujimura Sensei handed him the exam papers. He went through them and found the tests that both Emiya and Tohsaka turned in. Their grades were good, with Tohsaka even getting an A, while Emiya managed to get a B.
An idea flashed through his mind as he turned towards the tests. Shinji took a look at an empty cup of coffee on the desk.
"There is hot coffee in this cup. Gehorche".
In an instant, the cup was glowing in a bright purple and filled with black liquid, visibly steaming because of its temperature.
"So it's not only people that I can change ...", he muttered, turning his attention back to the tests.
"Both Tohsaka and Emiya failed their tests. Gehorche!"
The test paper started to glow as he spoke, containing the same handwriting, but different answers. Their grades also changed to an F. Shinji had altered the exams without leaving any visible evidence. He put the papers back on the desk and turned back to Fujimura Sensei.
"Fujimura Sensei, when you give back the tests, you won't find it weird that they did so badly and will insist that these are the tests they turned in. As for me, I was never here, and once I close the door behind me, you will forget what happened in the last 5 minutes."
"Of course." She replied, sitting back down at her desk.
Shinji turned around and left the room, then looked around the hallway. Classes hadn't started yet, so there weren't a lot of pupils around. At the far end of the hallway, he recognized a classmate of Emiya and Tohsaka.
"Hey, aren't you in the same class as Tohsaka?"
"Uhm, yes, and you are?"
"That doesn't matter. Gehorche!"
Her eyes emitted the now usual purple glow as she turned towards Shinji.
"Of course, it doesn't matter. What can I do for you?"
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Part 3:
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Shinji was looking at a movie sent to his Phone. It showed Tohsaka receiving back her exam, visibly shocked by the results. She looked over her test and addressed Fujimura Sensei more than once, asking if this was her test.
"It's your handwriting, isn't it?"
"It is, but I can't remember writing these answers. It doesn't look like a test I turned in."
Fujimura Sensei sighed. "And what do you mean by that? If it is your name and your handwriting, it was written by you. I don't see anything wrong here."
"But ..."
"Tohsaka, it's just one test. It is disappointing, but you can still turn around and avoid failing class."
"Sensei, this is not a normal situation. It feels like someone has tampered with my test."
Fujimura looked at Tohsaka with a sad expression. "Do you think that someone would go so far for a simple test? Switching them out and imitating your handwriting?"
"I...", she stopped for a second, then shook her head.
"No, I know that sounds far-fetched but I'm not sure if there are any other possibilities."
"If you have seen something suspicious, let me know. Otherwise, this discussion ends here."
Shinji closes the recording, a satisfied smile on his face.
"I think it is about time."
Outside, the sound of footsteps and the voices of both Tohsaka and Emiya could be heard.
"I know someone was tinkering with my answers. I can see myself making a mistake here and there, but not to that amount. It's ridiculous!"
"But Tohsaka, why would someone switch our results and make us fail it? That sounds stupid."
Their conversation ended abruptly when they realized Shinji was standing in front of them.
"Having a bad day?", he asked.
Both of them just stare at him, then at their exam papers. Tohsaka holds them up into the air, then addressed Shinji.
"I was just wondering whether THIS was the reason why you wanted to talk to us two in private."
Shinji feigned ignorance.
"Not really. Tohsaka, enter the Classroom. Emiya, go clean the dojo, then go home and forget you ever met me here today. Gehorche!"
Tohsaka and Emiya's eyes started glowing purple. Emiya turns around and walks off towards the staircase, while Tohsaka followed Shinji inside the classroom. The door closed behind her and Shinji locks both of them inside with the key.
"Tohsaka, I want you to be conscious of this whole progress, but unable to resist any of my commands. Gehorche!"
At Shinji's command, Tohsaka's eyes were glowing again and her body started moving without her volition.
"I need you to write 'I, Tohsaka Rin am a pretentious little Brat that can't do anything without my master Shinji' on the blackboard."
"Have you gone mad? I'm out of here."
She slowly walked over to the blackboard where Shinji is standing, her arms picking up a piece of the chalk. Then started writing the words on the blackboard.
"What? Nooo! Why am I writing this ... It's writing it by itself!"
She finished writing the sentence, then looked angrily at Shinji.
"You ... you did something to me, didn't you?"
"Yes. I made it so you can't disobey my orders, no matter what."
Tohsaka stares at the sentence on the board.
"Why would you do that to me!? This makes no sense!"
Shinji laughs.
"Because I want to play with you. Now write 'I never pay attention in school, because I would rather play on the playground or watch kid shows on tv' on the board."
"But I don't want to write this!"
Turning around once more, she wrote a new sentence on the blackboard.
"No, it is happening again!"
Tohsaka closed her eyes and tried to resist, but was unable to break free of Shinji's control. Her hands continued to write on the board.
"This is ridiculous! Let me go!"
Shinji shook his head.
"Oh, we are just getting started."
"What!?"
She opened her eyes in fear.
"I want you to write 'I am scared of the Restroom, and that is why I can't enter it if I am by myself'."
Tohsaka hesitated, but her hand continued writing on the board.
"My hand is moving by itself again!!"
"Good job, Rin. Now write 'If I try to, I get nervous and wet myself on the spot'"
"Eeeeek! I can't stop it!"
Once more her hands moved and the sentence is written on the blackboard.
"I won't forgive you for this, Shinji! I swear to God, I will kill you!!"
"I'm looking forward to you trying. Now write 'I am unable to keep my bed dry at night and have never stopped wetting the bed. This, I do firmly believe, is the Truth'."
"NO!! I will never write that!"
Tohsaka started struggling but her hand once again moved to write on the blackboard against her wishes. Shinji laughed, then moved a chair directly opposite the board and pointed at it.
"Sit down. I want you to read everything you have written on the blackboard. Start from the beginning."
Tohsaka moved to the chair and sat down, a defiant look on her face."
"I won't do that!"
She desperately tried to fight against Shinji's control. She screamed at him, but the words coming out of her mouth are all gibberish. Her body continues to writhe as she fights, but she fails to break free.
"Why do you want me to humiliate myself like this!?"
Shinji grabbed her hair and pushed his face close to her.
"Because you are an annoying brat that thinks she is better than me. You are just a useless little girl with a bit of talent for Magic. But today, you have found your match."
His voice sounded as if he was getting angry himself. His eyes were burning with determination as he continued.
"And I'll have fun changing your mind."
He turned away and looked at the blackboard.
"And now, You will repeat what you have written down. Every time you say it, it will etch itself into your mind. Once you have repeated it a couple of times, you will believe every word of it."
Tohsaka's eyes opened widely in fear.
"Now start repeating the sentences! Gehorche!"
Tohsaka tried to move but was ultimately unable to stop herself from talking.
"I am scared of the restroom. And that is why I can't enter it if I am by myself"
Her mouth kept moving even though she didn't want to, saying what Shinji wanted her to.
"I have never been able to keep my bed dry at night and I have never stopped wetting the bed. I do firmly believe this is the truth"
Even though she didn't want to admit it, her voice repeated Shinji's words that she had written down.
"Again!"
She repeated the lines one more time, her voice echoing in her head and associating images with it. She could see herself wetting the bed in her mind, the stains spreading and soaking through her sheets. She could remember the scent of urine when she woke up. She could feel the sensation of wetness between her legs as she lay on the bed.
Shinji's eyes gleamed with pleasure as he watched Tohsaka's eyes open wide, her face flushed red. She was sweating heavily, her face turning pale.
"Again!"
Tohsaka keeps repeating the same phrases over and over again.
"I am scared of the restroom. I can't enter it if I am by myself."
"I have never been able to keep my bed dry at night and I have never stopped wetting the bed."
"Again!"
Her voice gets weaker and weaker until she can barely speak anymore.
"I can't stop it! I can't stop it!"
Her eyes are full of tears, her face is covered with a cold sweat.
"I can't stop repeating these words!!"
The words continue to echo in her head, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Shinji took a step closer to Tohsaka. He put his right arm under her chin and lifted her face, her eyes still locked on the blackboard.
"SAY.IT.AGAIN!"
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried speaking with a hoarse throat. Her lips repeated the same words over and over again, even though she didn't want to.
"That's enough. Tell me, what are you?"
Her shoulders shake, almost in despair.
"I'm a pretentious little brat, who can't do anything without my master Shinji."
"Very good. What you are afraid of."
Her voice trembles, but she speaks the words.
"I am afraid of the restroom."
"And tonight when you sleep, what will you be doing?"
"I will be wetting the bed."
Shinji started laughing. A couple of days ago, he couldn't have imagined the proud Tohsaka exclaiming that she was wetting her bed.
"You can now go home. Everything you wrote on the blackboard, your fears, what you are, what you do at night in your bed, you will remember this. These suggestions will remain deep in your mind. Gehorche!"
She stood up with a jolt, her eyes filled with horror. Her legs felt heavy and shaky as she ran out of the room.
As soon as she passes through the doors, her body begins to tremble violently. She falls to the ground and covers her face with her hands.
"NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!"
She got away from Shinji, but it didn't seem to register in her mind. The voices in her mind weren't stopping to repeat the sentences on the blackboard. On the contrary, they were getting louder and repeating the words faster and faster with each passing moment.
"I am not wetting the bed! I am not wetting the bed!"
Her voice fills the empty hallway, but nobody seems to care.
"I am NOT wetting the bed! I am NOT wetting the bed!"
She repeats the phrase over and over again while crawling towards the staircase. She struggled against the voices inside her, but they were too strong.
"No, I am not wetting the bed. I am NOT wetting the bed!"
She tried to calm down, but the voices kept her agitated beyond her control. Soon enough, she was once again repeating their sentences.
"I have never been able to keep my bed dry at night and I have never stopped wetting the bed. I do firmly believe this is the truth."
Her hands were stretching her face, making her look as if she was crazy.
"I am a bedwetter. I am a bedwetter. I am a bedwetter."
Her eyes burn bright purple, and her voice becomes shrill. She throws herself on the ground and begins to laugh hysterically.
"I AM WETTING THE BED! I AM WETTING THE BED!"
The sound of her confession echoes around the empty hallways. Nobody is there listening to it. She crawls across the floor in a daze and repeats the same words over and over again. Then her voice falls silent as she passes out.
***
Part 4:
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The next day, Rin wakes up in her bed, wearing only her panties. Her body feels heavy. Something is different.
She looks down at her body and sees that she is soaked in her urine.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" She screams, jumping up.
She runs to the bathroom, presses her forehead against the mirror, and looks at herself. The Image looking back at is completely different from the one she remembers. She stares at her reflection in the mirror, trying to make sense of what she sees. In the back of the mirror, she can see herself sleeping and a dark patch growing in her groin, that slowly soaks her bedsheets.
"This is not me..."
The scene in the mirror keeps changing. It goes through different phases of her life, all showing her wetting her bed. She is scared. She doesn't know who she is anymore.
"What did he do to me?"
She shudders. Not being able to stop thinking about what happened yesterday, she remembers the pain, the humiliation, and the feeling of helplessness. He took everything out of her that made her unique. This wasn't her anymore.
"I am ... n .... wetting the bed... I am ... n ... a bedwetter."
She puts her hands against the mirror, desperate to change what she sees. She tries to deny it, but what comes out of her mouth is confirmation, not denial.
Suddenly, she hears a knock. She runs down without even putting on any clothes, opens the door, and finds Shinji standing outside.
"My Master."
Rin collapses in fear.
"Good Morning, Tohsaka."
He walks inside the house and closes the door behind him.
"Let us see how far you've come."
He sits down on the couch and waits for Rin to come to him.
She crawls towards him, still repeating the same phrase.
"I am wetting the bed. I am a bedwetter."
Shinji smiles.
"Today, I will show you some new things. It will be easier for you if you stop resisting and just accept your new self."
He reaches out his hand toward her. She hesitates for a moment before approaching him. He grabs her arm and pulls her close to him. She is weak and her knees are shaking.
"You won't resist anymore, will you? You don't remember who you were and what you wanted to be?"
"I AM WETTING THE BED! I AM A BEDWETTER!"
Shinji looks into her eyes, signs of her wavering resistance being obvious. The woman before him was susceptible to his commands.
"I can feel your confusion. But that is normal, given the state you are in."
He pulls her closer and whispers into her ear.
"I am your Master. You will do whatever I want. You will obey me without question. You will do as I say. You will no longer have any dreams or ambitions of your own, you will only live for my sake. Gehorche!"
Rin shivers, unable to deny his words. Something inside her wanted to scream, to deny that request, but is muffled by the suggestions and commands Shinjia places in her. Tears run down Rin's face. All she wants is for the pain to stop. She bows her head low to show her submission.
"I understand, Master. I will do everything you want of me."
***
Part 5:
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Several months have passed, with Shinji gaining more control over his power. As a result, Tohsaka's mind stabilized.
Shinji awakes one morning with her face buried in his crotch. Tohsaka's mouth envelops his dick as she moves up and down without losing eye contact. Her tongue tickles the underside of his cock as she continues sucking and licking it with passionate devotion. Shinji moans and pushes her head deeper onto his dick. Then he flips her over and enters her from behind.
Tohsaka moans in ecstasy as he thrusts deep inside her. He squeezes her breasts with both hands. She arches her back, pushing him deeper inside her. Her eyes turn upside when she climaxes and squirts everywhere, wetting the sheets with her love juices. Shinji holds her tight against him, his hands slowly moving down her pregnant belly. It passes into her crotch as he rhythmically fingers between her legs and rubs her clit until she cums again.
Her mind fills with love and desire for her master when she sucks his cock for a cleanup blowjob. She can no longer imagine a life without him. Now that she has accepted her role, she has started to enjoy performing sexual acts for him. She has given up on wanting to find out who she really is and has grown used to her new lifestyle. Shinji becoming the center of her world was defining her new self. She has learned to let go of her past and embrace the present, living in the moment, fully devoted to pleasing her master and protecting his child inside her belly. Her common sense changed by Shinji's control, she ceased being a human in all but appearance.
"It's time for school", Shinji says after dressing himself. He takes the dog leash and attaches it to the collar around Rin's neck.
"Let's go."
They walk down the street together. Tohsaka, still naked and on all fours, swings her hips happily as they pass down the streets. Shinji had made it so that their relationship wasn't perceived as abnormal, with the residents waving at them as they walked past them.
When they arrive at the School, Shinji leads Tohsaka to their classroom where she kneels next to his desk. Shinji pets her head, then sits down.
"Class, today I return your tests. Shinji, it's another perfect score for you."
His teacher walks up to him and returns the exam.
"Thank you, Fujimura Sensei."
"Tohsaka, I assume you know what grade you'll be getting again today?
It's another F for the most stupid girl at our school."
Tohsaka looks straight into her teacher's eyes and answers without hesitation: "Yes, Fujimura Sensei. I deserve it."
For a pet, there was no need for education. Tohsaka knew how to read and do simple math, but aside from that, her world revolved around her Master and nothing else. She was happy serving him, doing whatever he asked of her. She didn't care about her grades anymore. While she had been held back for only one year, she would eventually drop out without graduating.
A classmate approaches Tohsaka, asking when her baby is due.
"Not too much longer," Shinji answers for her.
Tohsaka lovingly stares down at her belly as she rubs it. She can't wait to meet her Master's child. Then she notices someone staring at her - a boy in the corner of the classroom.
"Emiya, you have been staring at me all this time."
Emiya looks away and shifts uncomfortably.
"Sorry," he mutters.
"Don't worry about it. You're probably just jealous that I am now the property of such a beautiful master."
The boy blushes and backs off. Shinji laughs and turns toward his pet.
"Hey, do the usual thing."
Tohsaka smiles and replies: "Yes, Master."
She moves next to Emiya, lifts one of her legs, and begins peeing on his pants like a dog. Emiya jumps back when one of his legs gets soaked in Tohsakas Piss, then holds his crotch as he cums in his pants. Embarrassed, he tries to hide the whole event, but the girls in class point at him and start giggling.
"Look at him! What a pervert!"
"Eww!"
The girls laugh at him and then begin to tease him. It gets even worse when one of the girls shows around a picture on her phone with Emiya licking piss off the ground.
"I took it last week when Tohsaka peed on him. He did it after school when nobody would see him, but I happened to pass by."
Emiya stands there humiliated, unable to defend himself. His face turns red with shame. He tries to wipe the cum off his trousers, but the stain is already spreading underneath his pants. He tries walking out of the classroom but is stopped by the girls.
"Hey, you can't leave so easily."
Tohsaka watches from her place on the floor as Emiya is dragged back into the room by them. They tie him up to one of the desks and keep making fun of him.
"I think we can leave Emiya to these girls.", Shinji said, standing up at his desk.
Tohsaka follows his lead and holds up her dog leash for him.
"Let's go, Rin."
He takes the leash, clips it into the collar around her neck, and leads her out of the classroom.
***
Part 6:
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Having returned to his residence, Shinji moves to the living room and opens a website in his notebook. He browses the webpage he has filled with his journey with Tohsaka over the past couple of months. He clicks through the different sub-sections and scrolls down the page until he finds what he is looking for: the bedwetting tracker. The site showed the latest updates, showing Tohsaka has continued wetting her bed since he took her in as his pet, many months ago. She had done so with alarming accuracy, never missing a single night.
He clicks on the statistics section of the website to see her progress over time. She is now at 488 days in a row, meaning she has been wetting the bed since March last year. There were only two cases in history where a person had wet their bed for 500 consecutive nights. One case was a 5-year-old girl, and the other was a 78-year-old woman. The fact that a 17-year-old high school student can accomplish this feat makes her unique in the annals of human history. This made her story quite popular among the netizens, and Shinji received emails from people from all across the globe asking for proof.
That is what led to this website. Deciding to keep a log of his pet's bedwetting performance, he made everything public. He provided pictures and even videos that could be watched for a fee from a Patreon account. People had been subscribing from countries such as the USA, Italy, France, Germany, Great Britain, Spain, South Korea, China, Australia, Brazil, and Canada. Most of the user base, however, were locals from Japan.
Shinji smiled as he remembered the first time he uploaded a video. He had taken a movie of Rin sleeping on her bed before she woke up from a bad dream. He was sitting in front of her, waiting for the right moment. When he saw the opportunity, he quickly grabbed his phone and aimed it toward her bed. He wanted to catch the moment her bladder released its contents into her pajama bottoms. He waited patiently for several minutes for a sign that Rin was starting to wet herself. When he saw her legs twitch, he knew what was happening. Shinji pressed the record button and zoomed closer in. After several seconds, Rin let out a small moan, a small trickle of liquid flowing from her crotch onto her bedsheets. Shinji watched silently as more and more of her pee soaked into the bed. A relieved smile forms on her face making her look almost comfortable pissing herself in her sleep and lying in a pool of her urine. Shinji keeps watching until the video ends.
"How nostalgic."
He leaves his smartphone on his desk, the end of the video still visible. His clock shows that it is 10 pm already. A look at one of the windows reveals that it was raining heavily outside. Shinji shouts for Tohsaka to enter the room with her complying as usual. She obediently crawls into the room completely naked.
"Time for a walk."
He grabs her leash and leads her out of the house. They run through the rain and quickly arrive at the park. There, nobody is using the open space of the basketball field. Shinji takes off his jacket and throws it to the ground, followed by his shoes.
"Come here, Rin."
Tohsaka comes to him and opens his trousers zip with her mouth. The tip of his dick is exposed and she slides her tongue along its length. Shinji grunts as she sucks his cock deeply, drooling saliva all over it. He lets out a soft moan as she continues.
"You know what's coming next, don't you?"
Tohsaka nods enthusiastically. Her excitement is evident, she can barely contain herself. With a swift movement, Shinji thrusts deep inside her throat. She gags as her eyes go wide in surprise. Shinji pumps his cock in and out of her throat, forcing her to take all his length down it.
"Ahhh..."
Tohsaka hums happily and swallows every inch of his cock. He gently pushes her head down when he takes his cock deeper than before. Tears form in her eyes when she gasps loudly. Shinji notices that her throat muscles tense up and continues pushing her head further down until he feels the back of her throat.
"That's it, take me deep."
Tohsaka shudders when she feels herself swallowing his entire length. Shinji cums with his load going straight down her throat. Tohsaka gulps it down greedily, trying to drink as much of it as she can, never losing eye contact with her Master.
When Shinji finishes, he releases her head from between his thighs. Her throat bulges outwards like a balloon, her cheeks are red, and her eyes are glazed over with pleasure.
"Lay down on the field and spread your legs wide."
Tohsaka obeys, laying herself down and spreading her legs wide to expose her pussy. Shinji can see her pink labia peeking out of her slit when he positions himself above her. Her pussy is glistening with her love juice.
"Beg me to fuck you."
Tohsaka's eyes flutter open as she stares at him with an expression of pure desire.
"Please, Master, please fuck my loose pussy. Rip me apart with your big, fat cock."
Shinji leans forward and slides his cock inside her sloppy cunt. He uses both hands to support himself as he plunges his dick deep inside Tohsaka. She moans loudly, pressing her tits against his chest while holding him tight with his hands and locking his body with her legs. Shinji is amazed by how wet she is. Her juices are dripping out of her pussy and running down her ass, soaking the field below them. He drives his dick into her pussy with powerful thrusts, slamming his groin into hers. As they fuck furiously, the heavy rain around them gains increasing momentum.
"This is it.", he exhales.
"Don't hold anything back. Climax as hard as you can and become mine for all Eternity! Gehorche!"
A blinding white light fills the area as lightning strikes and a purple glow envelops both of them.
"Gehorche! Gehorche!", he screams, repeating it over and over, his voice almost inaudible threw the rain that had turned into a full-blown storm.
Tohsaka begins to convulse below him. Shinji feels her pussy clamping down on his cock tighter than ever before. He is overcome by a sense of euphoria as he cums inside her. Tohsaka's eyes roll back in her head as her mouth opens wide in ecstasy.
She orgasms uncontrollably, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"ICH GEHORCHE!"
THE END.
Edited November 15, 2022 by HypnoMangaEditor
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Please be warned, this story takes place during WWII, so there will be certain things within that may offend.
Joyce Ryan lowered her rivet gun as the distinctive sound of the factory’s resident work whistle screeched out. Placing the tool on a small metal shelf, she pulled out a rather dirty rag and swiped at her forehead. Her pale face scrunched slightly as a sharp pain stabbed at her gut, which let out an audible churn, she brought a hand to her stomach in response.
A fellow riveter, Carol McCay, walked over, “You alright, Joyce?”
“Yeah,” Joyce nodded, her red-painted lips forming a smile, “Just haven’t been feeling well today.”
Carol pulled off her snood, allowing her long red hair to hang freely, “Better you than me, I’m going fishing tonight.”
“Off to find another dreamboat, eh?” Joyce teased, wiping her hands, “Carol when are you gonna learn that all of ‘em are either in Europe or on some island fighting the Japs.”
The red-head sniffed, “Some of us have faith.”
“And some of us have husbands,” Joyce replied, chuckling.
Carol shook her head fondly.
By the time Joyce had clocked out and walked out of the factory towards her old jalopy, an ache began to develop within her rear end. As she stepped into the car, another sharp pain stabbed away at her abdomen, and once again her stomach churned, Joyce let out a grunt, shutting the door and sliding the key into ignition. Her face was scrunching again, she untied her blue headscarf, letting her dark brown hair down.
As the riveter pulled out of the lot, the ache in her bottom grew, as if it were trying to force its way, Joyce clamped down on the feeling and slowly it receded. She panted, biting down on her lip, as her stomach churned and gurgled.
“Holy mackerel,” Joyce muttered, a flush rising up on her cheeks.
The fifteen minutes it usually took to get home felt like hours, and all the while Joyce’s stomach continued churning, gurgling, and making other unflattering noises. Another problem that was beginning to reveal itself was a feeling in her bladder, she had to pee, not badly, but she still had to. Every bump, no matter how minute, jostled her down to the core, and caused more sharp pains to stab into her gut.
When she finally reached home, a small two bedroom house in suburbia, her face was red and pinched, and almost constant pains speared their way into her abdomen. As she slowly stood up out of the car, her stomach gurgled and a slightly wet fart slipped out of her tightly clenched bottom. Her blue eyes went wide and she quickly locked the car before stiffly walking up to her front door, fumbling with the keys, Joyce let out a few increasingly wetter farts. The weight in her bowels was nearly unbearable, and the muscles in her rectum were beginning to weaken.
Joyce threw the door open, closing and locking it just as quickly. Turning on the lights, she hobbled towards the bathroom, arms pressed to her stomach. One more fart was all it took, as she was halfway to the bathroom, one wet fart slipped out of her, and it was over. Hot mushy poop sped out with a wet splatter and a series of moist farts, the sticky semi-solid mass filled the seat of her rayon underwear, staining the formerly white material a dirty brown. It took seemingly forever for the flow to stop, as it did Joyce stood there, staring off into space and contemplating what she just did.
“I just shit myself,” She said in a dazed tone.
It was warm, she decided, very warm. There was a wet squelch as Joyce took a step towards the bathroom, she shuddered, with each step the mushy contents of her underwear shifted, sliding across the skin of her ass almost pleasantly. As Joyce stepped into the bathroom, a strange curiosity overtook her, she stepped in front of the full-length mirror next to the toilet and turned around. There was a large bulge in the seat of her blue jeans and two dull brown stains lower down, where mushy diarrhea must have dribbled out of the flared legs of her panties.
Joyce felt her face heat up, and a strange warmth began to pool in her abdomen. With horror, she realized that she was getting turned on! The riveter bit her lip, acknowledging how good the warm mushy poop felt in her underwear.
“Such a n-naughty girl,” Joyce said hesitantly, relishing in how the words sent a pleasant tingle through her pussy.
Quickly unzipping her jeans, she stepped out of the stained pants and began to admire her underwear. They were stained horribly, even the flared legs were stained, and had a huge bulge in their seat. Pressing a hand to the bulge, she moaned as brown liquid flowed down her legs.
Then, eyes widening in realization, she stepped into the bathtub and released. Warmth filled her panties once again, pee flowed out, down her legs, and into her shoes. As the flow stopped, Joyce slid a hand into her underwear and began rubbing her clit, she panted and panted, before her body seized up and her pussy clenched around nothing.
“Goodness,” She sighed, her hips still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm. This, was definitely something she would be doing more often.
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Time for a new story. This time, it's a classical fan fiction to the (hopefully) well-known PS3/4/5 game series "Uncharted". While you had the character of Chloe Frazer as an NPC in the earlier, mainline Uncharted games, you could actually play her in Uncharted: The Lost Legacy. This fan fiction was born from my head running wild during the countless wetlook scenes in the game (which looked incredibly realistic). What should surprise nobody: I do not own rights to any of the above mentioned stuff. Duh.
Chapter 1: How it started
It was another evening after a hard day's work of treasure hunting. Chloe was sitting in her favourite bar together with Nadine Ross, her partner in crime. The air was hot and sticky and the drinks were cool. Of course they were, Chloe gave them no chance of warming up before downing them. They had every reason to celebrate. Though it may be be just another mission for them, they were successful nonetheless and did not only escape with treasure, but also with their lives. They recapped the events and laughed at various comic reliefs in between dangerous situations. They were used to it, but that doesn't mean they don't care.
"Fuck, I was so scared this time", Chloe said. Sipping on her glass again.
"Yeah, me too. It was way too close. Again. As always. But it gives you kicks, doesn't it?", Nadine replied. As former head of a group of mercenaries, she somehow got addicted to danger.
"Sure as hell does. But also got me wet a bit, and not from pleasure. When we ran away.", Chloe laughed. She was quite open about this kind of stuff, at least with Nadine.
"Frazer, really? Tell me about it" Nadine said. She also took a sip from her drink and observed Chloe.
"There's not much to tell. Had to pee. For some time. Sadly, there were no port-a-potties in that tomb. But getting away was more important. So I guess... I just didn't care. Didn't feel too bad actually. Besides, we had to swim the last part so nobody noticed, not even you." Chloe was starting to slur a bit.
"You're right, I didn't notice at all. We're wet half the time anyway... But how did it feel not too bad?" Nadine was intrigued. While she had her desperate moments, she always found a way to get behind a tree or stone and yank her pants down in the last second. It never occurred to her that peeing her pants was an option.
"Well it's warm, for starters. And somehow the feeling of being wet excites me, especially when it comes from myself. Have you never thought about why we somehow always use the route through rivers when there's a bridge not too far away?", Chloe blurted out. She was way more open now after some drinks. Not that she was shy otherwise, but she tended not to talk about "that stuff" when sober.
"So that's why!", Nadine exclaimed, "I always thought it was just convenient and to cool us off. So that's your thing, huh? How did that start?"
"Back when I had my time with Nate. You remember Nate? It's a shame he chose Elena over me. But let's not talk about that. So one time he randomly jumped into the water inside a temple and told me to come in with him, the water's nice and stuff. I had my hard-to-get phase back then, so I told him that he just wants my shirt to get wet. He laughed and continued with whatever. But somehow it stuck with me, if not with him. I wore a red shirt back then, none of that wet-t-shirt stuff. But somehow, in an event when I got wet, I found it... interesting. So one time when I was alone, I decided to do it deliberately. Just get in a shower as I was, my tan cargo pants and red shirt, and turn the faucet on. And somehow... I liked it. You know, like a lot." Chloe had to take a breath after that monologue. She felt her tongue move itself to form words she had never told anyone. Nadine nodded every so often, she clung to her lips. After another sip, Chloe continued.
"So anyway, I found that I actually liked getting wet fully clothed. You know me, I mostly live in warmer climates, so it wasn't an issue. Even less during missions with Nate, when I started to somehow accidentally or deliberately fall into water whenever it was possible. Nate sadly never made a comment about it, but I guess everyone's got their own thing. Anyway, the day came when... I had forgotten to take a pee when I could. And we were stuck behind an especially challenging puzzle. I don't even remember what it was. I was no great help that day, as I was completely focused on my need. I tried to avoid moving around because, you know, I'm the tough girl who isn't afraid of no one, but when Nate finally solved that puzzle and euphoria kicked in, I lost a spurt. I felt it in my panties, just a tiny bit. I looked down instinctively, but even though I wore those tan pants, you couldn't see it. My need increased tenfold though, so I became really nervous. Nate was still in explorer mode, looked around, scribbled something in his notebook, so he didn't notice me. I told him we need to get going now and made my way to the exit. When I waited for him to come, I lost another spurt. And another. I could feel the dam break any second now, and I could also start seeing an ever so tiny dark spot on my pants. I needed to act. Fast. And there it was, my safe haven. In the next chamber, there was a large body of water. Almost like a deliberate swimming pool from ancient times. When I saw Nate finally catching up on me, I felt another spurt. And I couldn't stop it this time. I felt it spread in my panties and slowly making it's way down my legs. I ran. As fast as I could. Like running for cover, yeah, I kind of was. And then I jumped into the water. I was now peeing full force in my pants. Didn't matter now because I was all wet, underwater. When I got to the surface again, I held onto the side and finished. I forgot about Nate, about that temple, about everything for a while. I was finally at peace and could pee. And then, Nate yanked me out of my own little wet world. "You okay in there? Little swim?" he said. All the time I was angry and sad about his obliviousness about my random swims. This time, I was glad. I told him yeah, just cooling off. In reality, I was still warming myself up. When I was finally finished, I left the pool and we continued our journey. All the way home, I thought about what happened and how it felt unbelievably relieving to finally... well, relieve myself. I never talked to him about that. So that was how it started. You still with me?" Chloe looked up. Indeed, Nadine was with here more than ever. She blushed a little and had that mischievous smile on her face that usually meant trouble.
"I love that story. I felt like I was there. That Nate could have been a lucky man" Nadine said. She was still intrigued. That crave for relieve was all too familiar to her, but she never thought about how it would feel to let it go in her pants. All that talking about pee suddenly made her notice her own bladder. She found this particularly funny and chuckled a bit.
"Yeah, but Nate's Nate. Enough story time, this made my bladder fill up way too fast. Together with the drinks of course. How bout you?" Chloe said.
"Hm, what? Oh, yeah, me too. But I guess I can hold it a bit longer" Nadine said.
"Don't tell me you're holding it in deliberately. But okay, I can manage too. Besides, holding can be quite pleasurable too, you know?" Chloe winked.
Nadine blushed again. "You never fail to amaze me, Frazer. Hey, barkeeper, another two!" she said. Both women were excited on what the rest of the evening would bring. |
Chapter 2: Holding
Enough time has passed that the two adventurers got even more drunk and simultaneously more desperate. A dangerous combination. Then of course, they were somehow addicted to danger.
"Now I'm really starting to feel it. I'm slowly getting to the point where I get nervous", Chloe said.
"I'm past that point. I'm gonna be right back" Nadine answered and stood up from her bar stool. When she stood, she suddenly felt the full extent of her desperation as her bladder suddenly pushed down. Nadine knew she had little time. "I didn't realize how big my need is. Not that I don't know that, as I said, I've had my desperate moments. Even close calls. But somehow, this time it feels different."
"Care to wait a little longer with me? The longer you wait, the more fun it is" Chloe slurred, her eyes fixed on Nadine's, with her nobody-can-escape Chloe smile.
"Are you flirting with me, Frazer? But okay, I'll wait. But I can't guarantee for safety" Nadine said. She wasn't opposed to women, and Chloe knew that. She sat down again.
"Maybe I am. Maybe it's the drinks. What I know is that I can't guarantee for the safety of our pants. Oh!" Chloe inhaled sharply, "I think that was the first spurt! But it wasn't much."
Nadine's eyes shot between Chloe's legs. But no, there was nothing to be seen, yet. Chloe wore the same blue jeans as always, together with her red t-shirt. Basically her work uniform. Nadine wore her usual tan cargo pants and dark blue t-shirt.
"Hey Frazer, what colour of panties are ya wearing today?" Nadine said. She was getting more straight forward by the minute.
"Bet you want to know, right? They're red, of course. But I guess they're a bit darker now in... some places. Oh! Another one!" Chloe spread her legs a bit and looked down at herself. Still nothing. "It was more this time. I'm starting to feel damp. And I'm slowly losing it... How bout you?"
"The panties or the pee?" Nadine said, still fixated on Chloe's crotch.
"Both! Maybe even... combined?" Chloe said. She was shifting around on her chair now.
"They're grey, of course. Here" Nadine pulled the waistband of her cargo pants a bit down, just enough to show the seam of her light grey panties. Although she wore a belt, her toned figure gave her some centimeters of presentation space.
"I very much like that. They would look great when wet." Chloe said.
"Well they get darker. I never thought about that. Pretty much every fabric gets darker when it's... Ugh! Oh my god, I spurted too! Wow! It feels... interesting." Nadine said. She also opened her legs slightly, as if she wanted to show it to Chloe. Maybe she wanted to do exactly that, but there wasn't anything to show yet.
"Congrats! Now the seal is broken, you're pretty much fucked. No point in trying to find a toilet. Let's just see how long you will last. You're ready?" Chloe said, excited like always. She lost more and more small spurts and a tiny little spot turned up on her jeans.
"I guess? We're sitting outside, it's dark. The only thing is that it will show on my tan pants. You know how they look when they get wet." Nadine said.
"Yeah, they look stunning! Now we're talking anyway, you might have guessed it. I planned our routes to include water and dirt as much as possible. Sorry!" Chloe said, blushing a bit.
"I suspected. Come to think of it, you were always keen to get in the water as fast as possible and make me do the same. Now I know why. But I can't deny that your jeans look pretty great too. And your red shirt gets a bit shiny and also darker." Nadine said. The thoughts about Chloe started exciting her. Making her lose another spurt in her pants. "Oh, this one was longer! There's a spot!" She pointed at her crotch.
"I like where this is going! You're not too far away now, I'm sure. And yeah, your shirt looks pretty sexy too when it's wet. Mayyyybe that's why I include so much water. The way it clings to you is just... It's hot. You know what? I think I'm starting to lose it anyway, I'm gonna let go now."
Nadine was breathing heavier, her look fixed on Chloe's pants. After a few seconds, a dark patch started to spread. Slowly at first, then growing and slowly making its way towards the edge of the seat. Streaks started forming down her legs. This was too much. Nadine spurted again but could only stop it after a few seconds. She felt her crotch become wet and warm. There was no denying now, her tan pants showed everything clearly even though it was dark.
"Come on, do it! You're wet anyway now, why not have some fun?" Chloe said, still deliberately peeing in her jeans.
Nadine hesitated for a moment but knew that Chloe was right. Besides, there was no use in getting up now. She relaxed... And felt her crotch get warm again. She also felt the liquid spread on the bar stool and reach her legs. She liked how her pants looked, as if they got a new pattern. She even pushed a bit to increase the flow.
Chloe was finishing her own wet experience and looked at Nadine. As expected, it looked incredibly hot how her pants darkened, glistened a bit and how Nadine gave out little moans of pleasure. Chloe waited for her friend to finish and then said "Wow"
"Yeah, wow. That felt amazing! So nice and warm and naughty! But what are we gonna do now?" Nadine said. They were still in the bar, now that she was back in reality.
"Continue? Hey barkeeper, another two!" Chloe said.
Over the course of the evening, they re-wet a few times. Every time one of them felt the need, they informed the other and slowly let it flow in their pants. After a few hours, the bar was closing.
"That's way too early. How about we meet in my hotel room?" Chloe said.
"Haha, funny. We're sharing a room." Nadine answered.
"So... is that a yes?"
"If you wish. We should take a shower when we get there."
"Let's get you wet once again, Miss Ross."
"Not if I get you wet first, Miss Frazer."
They smiled and looked forward to getting to the hotel. They didn't care that they wore obviously peed in pants as nobody knew them and nobody cared. |
This is the first of a few stories I'll post here based on a bit of real life and a lot of fiction. Novelai has seriously helped as a creative tool, offering suggestions while writing that are quite helpful in pushing through writer's block. Hope you enjoy. I'm also putting in a few visuals I generated using the novel AI image tool to get your imagination going, they’re not perfect but I like them and seem to be honing in how to get the best out of it across multiple scenes while keeping the same girl and outfit. I may even update the images as I figure out how to make her more desperate.
Kristin - Part 1
It was early in the morning and Kristin was still asleep. I crept out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, washing my face and taking my morning piss. After brushing my teeth, I slipped back into bed, observing Kristin's stunning body sprawled out on the bed. It'd been six months but I still couldn't believe she was my girlfriend. Her perky little breasts were concealed behind a short white t-shirt and her cute round shoulders poked through the waves of her long brown hair, the outline of her collarbone disappearing into the fabric of her shirt. She was wearing plaid pajama pants that managed to be tight around her round butt and loose around her legs. I always thought it was hot when she wore loose clothes, her tight body hiding underneath the deceiving fabric. She kept herself in great shape, running a few miles almost every day. She had one hand resting on her lower abdomen, under which was a kidney-shaped bulge, unusual on her typically tight frame. We'd been out celebrating a friend's birthday last night and were both tipsy when we got home, and I did something I love doing after nights out on the town: I guided her straight into the bedroom when we got home. I helped her undress and began cuddling her to sleep before she got the chance to use the bathroom. She was typically a bit shy about her needs and it always made for an interesting morning since she usually didn't wake until I did. I loved playing with Kristin like this and our trust in each other made it a very sensual experience.
I slid back into the bed next to her and cuddled her from behind, moving my hand up to rest on her abdomen. It was much tighter and firmer than it usually is, Kristin's urinary system stressed beyond the comfort zone overnight. I felt her bladder contract below my touch and become rock hard. Goosebumps appeared all over the skin on Kristin's arm as her subconscious worked to keep her bladder at bay. I loved teasing her like this, so I began to gently push with one hand while exploring the rest of her body with my other hand, cupping her breast and firm nipple through the fabric of her shirt.
"Mmm," Kristin moaned softly as her breathing deepened. She made some more groggy noises and turned over, wrapping her legs and arms around me. "You're such a sweet boy," she whispered, kissing me deeply and running her hands through my hair. "Thank you for getting us home safely." Her bladder was dangerously full, but it hadn't quite hit her half-conscious brain yet. Her eyes closed again and I could feel her soft breath on my neck. I smiled and kissed her neck as I gently traced along her rock hard abdomen again, feeling it tighten with a vengeance. "Babe" she mumbled sleepily, her voice slightly slurred. She made a sleepy effort to move my hand away from her bladder and protect herself.
I rolled us over onto our sides and moved myself between her open thighs, sliding my arm under her head and gently stroking her chest once more, twirling around her nipples through the fabric of her shirt. I could feel the muscles across her torso and butt clenching as her subconscious fought to keep her dignity intact until she had awoken. I gave her nipple one last squeeze before letting go.
Kristin let out a soft moan as I did it, and I noticed her breathing quicken for a moment. Then she relaxed, exhaling and leaning into my gentle caress.
"Do you need to piss, babe?" I whispered into her ear. I loved teasing her about this before she was truly awake. We don't usually talk about our bathroom needs like this to each other, but I felt naughty planting the thought in her head as she awoke.
She nodded silently in agreement, falling back into a light slumber. I continued to lightly trace my fingers on her abdomen right over her distended bladder, addicted to the sensation of it tightening into a firm boulder as it spasmed inside of her.
Kristin sighed and shifted her hips, throwing her leg over mine and placing her warm thigh on top of my own. This was a perfect position. I slid my hand down and pressed firmly into her crotch, feeling her vulva through her panties. "mmm,"came her sleepy response. I felt her pelvic floor clench and her body shudder.
My fingers delved into her underwear and found her clit, already erect in anticipation. I rubbed her slowly through the cloth, feeling her begin to stir. I ran my thumb along her slit, stimulating her labia and clitoris. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, "Good morning, baby" just like I always do.
Kristin responded by opening her eyes fully and biting her lip, almost as if she'd been shocked awake. She looked at me, smiling, and said, "Morning, sweetheart." The muscles around her breasts and collarbone tensed up as her subconscious transferred the burden of holding her urine to her now-awake self, with Kristin's first reaction being to clench all the muscles in her body that were willing to clench. As I expected, she didn't immediately inform me about what was going on. So hot.
I kept gently rubbing her clitoris with my finger, though now I was also rubbing her through her panties, feeling her heat and wetness. I heard her giggle and say, "Oh, wow! Good morning!"
I smirked and asked, "Did you have a good dream?"
"Yes, actually!" she replied, looking rather startled by her raging bladder. It was clear she was working to keep her bladder in check. "I'm surprised I'm not more hung over," she added, moving her body in response to my touch and clenching her lips together.
I paused for a moment, letting her enjoy the sensation of my fingers inside her panties. "What kind of dream was it?" I asked softly.
"Well..." she hesitated, "...I think I had a nightmare at first...but then I woke up and you were here with me. You were whispering in my ear about how beautiful I am, and that I'm the most amazing girl in the world. And that you love me and that I should know. And I really liked that!"
"It's all true," I replied, giving her breast another squeeze.
"And then I realized that I needed to pee really bad, but you had fallen back asleep and I didn't want to wake you up. So I tried to go back to sleep too and I ended up dreaming about the party we were at and how I was sitting on your lap in the hot tub - and how you were super hard and your dick was pushing against my pussy through our swimwear. It felt like we were fucking but nobody could tell."
"Mmhm," I breathed, teasing her slit through her panties. She was so wet and ready for me.
"But I really had to pee and was turned away at the bathroom for some reason and I was trying to find another one and I searched and searched the whole party but I couldn't find one," she continued. I traced my fingers around her inner thigh as I listened.
"Yeah...and then we were back in the hot tub and you were holding me, telling me it was okay and that I was the best girlfriend ever. And you kept saying 'yes' over and over, like you were agreeing with everything I said. I was facing you and we were kissing but I really had to find a restroom and it was all I could focus on so I got up and ran to the bathroom and ...then I woke up," she stared at me pouting, as cute as can be.
"Is that why you were startled when you woke up?" I asked, smirking.
She blushed and shook her head.
I loved hearing her describe our lovemaking. I kissed her forehead and continued, "So I guess we should probably get you to the bathroom then, huh?"
"Yeah," she nodded quietly, pulling my lips back down to hers, hiding her embarrassment as I connected the dots that her sexy dream was fueled by her body's current pressing need, though clearly her lust took priority in this moment.
We kissed deeply, passionately, sharing our love and affection with each other. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths. I slid my hand down, sliding my fingertips through her damp folds.
She moaned softly as I gently rubbed her clit. I brought my other hand up to slide two fingers into her hot, tight pussy. She arched her back and tilted her hips to meet my touch, moaning softly again and pressing her face into the pillow beside her. I slid my thumb down to rub her clitoris directly and she cried out, "Oh god, yes!"
I let my fingers play with her slit for a few moments, before moving them back to her engorged clitoris and rubbing harder. I could see her hips bucking up towards me, trying desperately to meet my thrusts. As she neared orgasm, I stopped touching her completely and just let her lay there in ecstasy.
Her breath quickened, then slowed slightly as she held back her release. I watched intently as she struggled with the urge to urinate, the muscles in her abdomen flexing as her bladder struggled to contain nearly a liter of piss and the rest of her body at near-orgasm.
"Babe," Kristin begged, turning to look at me and raising her eyebrows. "I really gotta pee."
"Let's walk to the cafe first" I replied, sliding my hand further into her underwear.
"No, babe, please, I know I can't wait that long!" she cried, her eyes wide and pleading.
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and checked the clock: 8am. I moved my finger back around her clit and moved it around vigorously, pushing her closer to her climax. Her breathing was getting heavier and faster. I slid myself into her and could feel her pussy contracting around me as I thrust into her. I knew she was fighting a lot of pressure and could feel the tight wall of her bladder taking up valuable space in her pussy. She twisted her body and moaned, "Don't stop! Oh god, don't stop!"
I continued to fuck Kristin, kissing her hard and passionately as she bit my lower lip. My fingers were wet with what seemed to be her urine, which was warm and surprisingly pleasant. I put my hand on the back of her neck, gently forcing her to stay still as our tongues wrapped around one another. I leaned forward a bit, moving my hand to her breast as I did so, feeling her nipple stiffen in response.
Kristin's breathing grew even more ragged as I played with her. I could feel her vaginal walls spasm around my fingers, tensing and relaxing rhythmically as her body . "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god!" she gasped, shuddering as she came. Her body was wracked with intense pleasure, clenching tighter and tighter with each wave of her orgasm.
She was shaking violently as she came down from her peak. I kissed her ear lobe, breathing on the sensitive area just under it. "You are incredible, Kristin" I told her, lifting up and kissing her forehead and nose. I got up out of bed, looking down at her. "Are you okay?" I asked, concerned about her well-being.
"Y-yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she stammered, recovering from her climax. "I..I need to visit the bathroom" she exclaimed, grabbing her crotch and squeezing tightly as worked her way out of the bed.
"You know the rules" I told her, helping her to stand up. "No bathroom for you until we get back from the cafe."
"What? I really, really, really need to pee. It's an emergency!," she whined.
"No, babe, you don't," I insisted. "You're an adult; you know better than to piss yourself. Don't worry, love, it'll pass."
"But-" she started to protest, but I cut her off with a kiss.
"Shh," I whispered. "It's alright. You'll be fine." I hugged her tight, kissing her forehead.
She relaxed, resting her head against my shoulder. "Okay, babe. I trust you."
"Thanks, sweetie," I whispered back, running my fingers through her hair. "I love you."
"I love you too," she said quietly, wiping her eyes.
She was still quite aroused, despite coming down from her orgasm. I could see her swollen clitoris through her panties and I could smell her musky scent, mixed with the urine that lingered on her upper thigh. The pressure her bladder was putting on the rest of her body always seemed to make her horny, but I could tell she was beyond the point of a dull ache and in uncharted waters.
"Let's get dressed," I said as gently as I could, letting go of her. She reached out and took my hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing it. She smiled, looking up at me and nodding. Kristin slipped into a pair of black yoga pants, the ones she wore to the gym on the days we worked out together. She pulled on a plain white shirt, short and frilly so her navel was exposed.
"Do you want a bra?" I asked her, taking a seat in front of the mirror.
"I'm not wearing one today."
"Okay, then," I said, smiling at her reflection and her erect nipples poking through the loose fabric of her short t-shirt. She suddenly placed both hands on her inner thighs before reaching for her purse on the floor. She threw on her fluffy North Face jacket and I took her hand, leading her out the front door.
The morning air felt nice on my face, though I was still sweating from the exertion our lovemaking. I walked behind Kristin as we made our way three blocks to the cafe and walked inside. Kristin's legs tensed visibly with the effort of holding back her urine, her bladder desperately signaling to her brain that she needed to relieve its pressure immediately. I loved watching her try to maintain her composure in public. I loved how she was willing to be submissive like this, and that she trusted me.
She ordered our coffees and paid for them, moving so quick that she looked a bit awkward to the cashier.
"How are you doing?" I asked, placing my hand around her waist as we waited for the coffees.
"I..I'm okay," she said, her face flushed and pale from trying to keep her urine in. Her eyes were glazed with concentration. She bent down to pretend to tie her shoe, trying to distract herself from the fact that she was desperately struggling to hold back the pee that threatened to explode from her bladder.
I watched her for another minute, then walked over behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. "I love you," I whispered in her ear. "I'm here for you, babe."
She nodded, still trying to ignore the need to urinate. She turned to face me, holding my gaze. I stuck my fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled her close for a hug. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I really, really need to empty my bladder," she said a little too loudly, shuddering as her pent up urine and the overstretched walls of her bladder sent tingling sensations up her spine and through her arms, hands, fingers, legs, and toes. Here she was, a beautiful, confident 31-year-old adult woman seemingly just moments away from her body betraying her. Another guy our age was staring at her from a nearby table.
I looked around quickly, making sure nobody else in the cafe was paying attention to us, then lowered my lips to hers and kissed her hard. Her lips parted and our tongues met, dancing together for a moment before breaking apart. She was always such a sensual and amazing kisser, showing her raw emotions through the act. But now, her typical slow and sensually wandering tongue had a staccato and somewhat nervous pace to it. She clearly was more full than during our past weekend games and was in serious trouble, letting it affect her usual calmness. She was sweating and began to pace with her fists clenched.
"Babe," I said, walking up to her and putting my arms around her. "It's okay, I'm right here with you." I kissed her, sliding my hands under her unzipped jacket and down at the small of her back, feeling her warm skin.
"I need to go." she said again, crying out from the effort of holding the urine in. The muscles in her thighs tensed, her knees going limp as she strained to maintain her composure.
"I know, baby," I whispered to her. "It's okay, you can do this."
"I can't," she whimpered softly as I traced her spine up to her shoulder blades inside her coat. "I can't anymore. It hurts so badly. I literally needed to go all night," she pouted.
"It'll pass," I reassured her, kissing her neck. "Just a little longer, babe, just a couple more minutes." I had made her hold her pee before but I don't think I can remember a moment so dire for her than this one.
Kristin stepped away from me and turned to face the counter, hoping our coffees were ready. I stood behind her and took her hand, massaging her palm with both of my hands, out to her cute fingers, cracking her index & middle fingers as I tried to relax her a little. She had pretty hands with fingers that matched the shape of her long toned runner's legs, accented by her nails she'd painted the other night with little yellow flowers against a dark blue backdrop. My fingers traced around her diamond ring that was her grandmother's and I felt her quick pulse under her skin. She clenched her hand into a fist and it disappeared under her coat as she shivered again, biting her lip.
"What if I pee?" Kristin whispered, worriedly looking at the line of people waiting at the register.
"Then we'll get you out of here so fast, nobody will notice," I whispered back to her. "And it's okay, baby, I've got you." I pressed my lips to her forehead, she looked up at me and forced a little smile, clearly in distress but trying to look normal in front of the whole cafe. I held onto her hand tightly as we waited for our coffees. She was exhausted from holding in her urine, and she was terrified of losing control. Of course it was today when our usually quick coffee order was taking longer than usual.
"John, I can't hold it," she whispered, her voice quivering. "I have to go so bad!"
"I know, babe," I whispered to her, stroking her back and ass. "Just a couple more minutes, I promise."
She bit her lip and nodded weakly, looking into my eyes. "I know," she breathed, biting her lower lip and shaking uncontrollably.
"I can't..." Kristin whispered, squeezing my hand. "It's an emergency--!"
Suddenly she rushed for the cafe's only restroom, a single stall awkwardly in the sitting area with a flimsy door. Kristin flew into the stall and slammed the door shut, locking it from the inside.
I looked around at the patrons who were startled by the door slamming shut. You could clearly hear and understand the situation now - the sounds of Kristin's jacket and the frantic slamming of her body down onto the loose toilet seat were followed just a split second later by piss jetting out of her bladder at maximum pressure, thundering into the water below her. I felt bad for Kristin but I was drunk with excitement. She'd never given up like this before, and she was showing her hand in front of an entire cafe, albeit behind a closed door. The thundering urine stopped suddenly - and then started again. She was clenching and unclenching, or maybe she was trying to stop? She pissed for almost three minutes, drawing the awe of just about everyone in the cafe.
Finally, she finished. I could hear the toilet flush and then the toilet paper being torn off the roll as she wiped herself. She emerged from the stall and looked up, seeing me standing there. Her face was beet red and she walked straight into my embrace. "Sorry," she said. "I couldn't hold it."
"That's okay, babe," I replied, kissing her. "I understand." My hands were inside of her jacket and I grabbed her butt to pull her in for a hug when I felt a wet spot.
"For Kristin!" the barista shouted, placing two iced lattes on the counter. She startled and went up to the counter to retrieve the coffees. "Thanks," she said, her face still red with embarrassment. She handed me mine and we walked out.
"I love you so much, Kristin. You're the most beautiful girl in the world, and you have such a perfect heart and mind. I'm so lucky to be with you." I kissed her temple, running my hands down her sides and over her hips as we walked.
"I love you too," she responded, her face still flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry"
"Don't be." '
To be continued
Edited November 16, 2022 by TFBphenomenon
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A retelling of Friendship is Magic, except all of the characters need to pee very badly in every scene.
Contains Desperation and Watersports (obviously), also diapers.
Chapter 1: Friendship is Magic - Part 1
Once upon a time, in the magical...
"Oh sweet Celestia, I need to pee!" Twilight exclaimed.
She had spent so long reading and hadn't noticed that her bladder was filling up. With a moment's hesitation, she ran behind the tree she was reading under and took a massive piss. She blushed, hoping nopony would see her.
Once she had emptied her bladder, she went back to reading, but eventually (after she learned about Nightmare Moon) she decided to leave because the area now smelled like pee and she didn't want anypony to realise that the enormous puddle of urine behind the tree was hers.
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"There you are Twilight! Moon Dancer is having a party and we all drank too much punch so we really need to pee, can we use the bathroom inside your tower?"
Twilight realised at that moment that she also needed to pee really badly, even though she had just taken a massive piss behind the tree, and if she let them use her bathroom she wouldn't be able to use it herself.
"Sorry girls," said Twilight, "I have a lot of peeing- I mean studying to catch up on so I can't allow any distractions!"
With her smooth coverup there was no way they would realise that Twilight was actually carrying a two ton water baby that was attempting to blast its way through her urethra. She ran towards her tower so she could use the bathroom.
"Does that pony do anything except pee? I think she's more interested in peeing than friends."
Then all three of them couldn't hold it anymore and had an accident on the ground.
~~~~~
Twilight burst into her tower with one goal in mind, to get to the bathroom before it was too late. It was too late though, and her waters broke, the water baby was coming and she could do nothing but sigh in relief as it hissed out of her nethers like a miniature waterfall, but warmer.
"Spike! Spiiiike!" Twilight yelled.
One of Spike's many duties as her number one assistant was to clean up the puddle when she urinated on the floor unintentionally.
Twilight noticed a puddle was flowing from behind the door she had just slammed open.
"There you are Spike!" Said Twilight, "You're my number one assistant, you're supposed to clean up my number one, not add to it!"
"Sorry Twilight, I had to pee really badly for no reason and then when you slammed the door handle into my bladder I had an accident."
"Oh Spike," said Twilight, "You know we don't have time for things like using the bathroom, we need to research ancient legends!"
Twilight looked through her library while Spike cleaned up the puddles of hot steaming urine that they had both made, eventually discovering that Nightmare Moon was due to return.
Twilight was so surprised and frightened that she peed a little.
"Spike, do you know what this means?"
"That you never should have graduated from pullups?" Asked Spike.
"No!" Said Twilight, "It means we have to write a letter to Princess Celestia!"
"Dear Princess Celestia, I have discovered that - Oh darn, I need to pee." Twilight dictated to her number one assistant, "Nightmare Moon is going to return so you should probably do something about that, your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."
Twilight then ran into the bathroom and urinated violently into the toilet, creating a sound similar to frying chicken. When she returned she saw Spike grinning.
"Just to make sure, you didn't write down that part about needing to pee." Twilight said in concern.
"Of course not." Said Spike.
Spike then peed a little bit because he always peed when he lied due to a curse Twilight had placed on him accidentially several years ago. Twilight didn't notice that a spurt of pee had come out of Spike though.
"Oh, good." Said Twilight, "I know you're not lying beacuse if you were you would have peed yourself."
"Princess Celestia is really busy Twilight," said Spike, "She probably won't reply right away."
Just then, Spike burped up a scroll and and handed it to Twilight. Spike immediately ran to the bathroom because he always really needed to pee when he burped up a scroll because of magic.
Twilight read the letter and peed herself in surprise.
My most faithful and weak bladdered student, you know that I also have to pee sometimes, in fact, I am peeing right now as I dictate this letter, however, you simply must stop peeing on the floor constantly.
Ahhh, it feels so good to let it all out. Don't write that down Steady Quill, where was I? Oh yeah-
You have caused thousands of bits worth of property damage to my castle, so I'm sending you to ponyville where you will do less damage. While you're there, you can check on preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration, with particular empahsis on the latrines. As you know, last year fifteen nobles died when the latrines colapsed and they drowned in the urine of a thousand different ponies. As funny as that was, I don't want it to happen again since the whole point of the summer sun celebration is for me to bathe in the urine to maintain my eternal youth and having corpses floating in it makes me feel icky.
And, I have an even more essential task for you. Use the bathroom before you get on the chariot, my guards are tired to hosing it out after you've been in it.
What do you mean the chamber pot is full? Well I can't just stop peeing, it's impossilbe, nopony can do that.
If it's splashing on the parchment then just send it already!
The bottom part of the parchment was damp and the ink smudged.
Twilight groaned.
"Look on the bright side Twilight, this means we're still allowed to ride in the chariot," Said Spike after he returned from the bathroom, "After Storm Breaker brought in the three strikes rule for having potty accidents in guard chariots and you got five strikes I was sure that we'd be banned for life. Doesn't that make you happy?"
Twilight got a determined look in her eyes.
"Yes, yes it does." Said Twilight, "Because this way we can get to Ponyville really quickly and I can check up on Nightmare Moon at the Ponyville library. Once I get proof that Nightmare Moon is returning Celestia will have to listen, no matter how much water damage I cause."
~~~~~
Spike and Twilight where hurtling through the air at a high rate of speed. The only thing higher than their rate of speed in the royal chariot was the pressure in Twilight's bladder. She was sitting on a hoof to try and stave off the need to urinate for a little longer.
"You did use the bathroom before we get on the chariot right? Like the Princess said?"
"She said to use the bathroom before I got on the chariot. I used the bathroom yesterday, so that's before."
"You only used the bathroom yesterday to brush your teeth!" Said Spike. "You didn't make it to the toilet once!"
Spike was heasitant to call too much attention to Twilight though, because he also needed to pee very badly.
The royal guards pulling the chariot grimaced. They didn't have any notice for when the princess ordered them to pull the chariot so they hadn't been to the toilet and thus needed to pee very badly also.
Eventually Twilight's bladder was tired of her saying no. So it said 'no' and began releasing it's contents all over the interior of the Royal chariot.
"No!" Said Twilight, as hot urine gushed out of her and was absorbed into the plush upholstery of the bench she was sitting on.
Spike's bladder was also on the verge of breaking, but because he was a male he whipped out his cock and began peeing over the side of the chariot, sighing in relief. Twilight was very jealous and wished that she could also pee over the side of the chariot, but she couldn't so instead she had a massive potty accident in the chariot - right in front of the sign that had been affixed to the chariot that warned of the consequences of doing said thing. Twilight felt much better after he bladder was empty though, so she also sighed in relief.
When they landed the guards shivered because they had to pee so badly.
"Thankyou sirs." Said Twilight, hoping that the guards hadn't noticed that she had recently released two gallons of urine inside the chariot they were pulling.
The guards didn't notice because they were too focused on their own impending hydrological disasters. All of their availible brain power was dedicated to holding their pee inside of their bloated and abused bladders, so they couldn't come up with words to respond to Twilight, so they just whinnied.
As soon as Twilight's back was turned they both couldn't stand it anymore. They stayed rooted to the spot, peeing with such force that their twin streams carved gouges out of the hard packed earth on which they stood.
~~~~~
After a while, Spike realised he had to pee again. Twilight might be content to pee herself publically rather than look for a bathroom, but Spike was very much opposed to it, even if he was very shy about talking to anyone except Twilight.
"Maybe the ponies in Ponyville have a bathroom I can use. Come on Twilight, just try!"
A pink pony approached the pair.
"Um, hello." Said Twilight.
The pink mare gasped, and urine exploded out of her in a stream more powerful than Twilight had ever seen. The stream was like a fire hose, so powerful that it propelled the pink mare at a high rate of speed away from Twilight before disappearing behind a building.
"Well, I don't think she knows the way to the bathroom."
Spike sighed. He'd just have to hold it until they got to the first stop on their list; banquet preperations. Surely they would have a bathroom he could use.
The sound of Twilight reliving herself behind a tree was torture, but he was determined that he wouldn't resort to that.
~~~~~
"Yeehaw!"
Twilight and Spike saw an orange earth pony run up and kick a tree.
"Let's get this over with... Good Afternoon, my name is Twilight Sparkle -"
"Well howdy-doo Ms Twilight. Pleasure to meet your aquaintance. I'm Applejack. We here at Sweet Apple Acres sure do love peeing- I mean making friends."
Applejack's recovery from her verbal slipup was so smooth that nopony could possibly have noticed that she said the wrong thing because she was desperate for a wee. The earthpony mare shook Twilight's hoof far too vigourously because she was distracted by the immence pressure in her lower abdomen. A steady stream of urine ran down Twilight's leg as she tried to stop vibrating.
"Peeing?" Twilight asked, "Well actually I-"
Spike gave her a pleading expression. He was about to blow.
"What can I do you for?" Asked Applejack.
Twilight opened her mouth to respond-
"CAN I USE YOUR BATHROOM!" Spike suddenly burst out, his eyes bulging from the sheer effort of containing himself for a few moments longer.
"Afraid not sugar cube." Said Applejack, "As soon as you two showed up everypony suddenly needed to use the outhouse something fierce, so there's a line up longer than I can pee- I mean spit."
Spike groaned as he began peeing uncontrollably. With his claws pressed into his crotch the urine was deflected upwards and the fountain reached almost to his navel before it gave in to gravity and flowed down his scaly legs to form a puddle.
"Ain't nothing to be ashamed of." Said Applejack, "Not everypony can have a bladder of steel like me."
Twilight decided to deal with the situation the same way she did every pubic potty predicament, by pretending it didn't happen.
"Well, I am in fact here to supervise preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration. And you're in charge of the food and drinks?" Said Twilight
"We sure as sugar are! Would you care to sample some?"
"As long as it doesn't take too long..." Said Twilight.
"Soup's on, everypony!" Yelled Applejack as she rang a triangle.
"Now, why don't I introduce y'all to the Apple family?"
"Thanks," said Twilight, "but I need to pee."
"This here's Apple Fritter. Apple Bumpkin. Red Gala. Red Delicious, Golden Delicious, Caramel Apple, Apple Strudel, Apple Tart, Baked Apples, Apple Brioche, Apple Cinnamon Crisp... Big McIntosh, Apple Bloom and Granny Smith. Up'n'attem, Granny Smith, we got guests."
Most of the ponies looked uncomfortable, because they needed to pee very badly for some reason.
"Why, I'd say you're already part of the family!"
Twilight could see every one of the ponies guzzling Applejuice like it was some kind of competition. That explained why all of them needed to pee very badly in a very clever way, almost as if someone had scripted it to happen.
"Okay, well, I can see the food and drink situation is handled, and you're bathroom is in use so we'll be on our way."
"Aren't you gonna stay for a cider drinking competition?" Applebloom's puppy eyes melted Twilight's bladder and she decided she could hold it a while longer.
"Fine." Said Twilight.
~~~~~
"I think that went pretty well." Said Spike, "Everypony was very impressed with how much cider you could drink... Well, up until you peed all over yourself."
"Ugh, I drank too much cider." Twilight moaned, her distended bladder sticking out comically beneath her.
"Up next is the weather." Said Spike, "A pony named Rainbow Dash is supposed to be clearing the clouds."
Twilight looked at the overcast sky.
"Well, she's not doing a very good job, is she?" Twilight asked rhetorically. "I bet she spends all her time taking potty breaks instead of doing her job."
A blue blur colided with Twilight, causing her to involuntarily release several gallons of urine from her bladder, turning dirt in the area surrounding her to mud.
"Uh, scuse me." Said a blue pegasus, "I was in a hurry because I need to pee really badly."
"Guys, I have to pee." Said Spike.
The blue Pegusus, presumably Rainbow Dash, giggled.
"Let me help you!"
She grabbed a storm cloud and used it to wash the mud off Twilight's coat.
"Is this raincloud full of your pee?" Asked Twilight.
"What?" Asked Rainbow, "Of course not, that would be disgusting. Only a terrible fanfiction author writing a fetish story would come up with something like that."
"Oh, alright." Said Twilight.
"I have to pee so bad, I'm gonna pee right here." Said Spike, and he did.
"Let me guess, you're Rainbow Dash."
"Why, you heard of me?" Asked Rainbow dash, the sheer magnitude of her ego matched only by the desperation of her need to empty her bladder.
"I heard you were supposed to be clearing the sky," said Twilight, "But it seems like somepony is more concerned with taking potty breaks than doing her important job."
Spike rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll clear the sky," Rainbow promised, "Just as soon as I get rid of this pee that's weighing me down. I was practicing for the wonderbolts, and that always makes me need to pee because Spitfire once said that her fans should stay hydrated so I drink ten gallons of water every day."
"Pfft, the wonderbolts never use the bathroom during training," Twilight said, "their breaks only last 10 seconds."
"I can take a piss in ten seconds flat." Bragged Rainbow.
"Prove it." Said Twilight.
The rainbow pegasus dissapeared so fast she left an after image, along with a rainbow in the air that Twilight's scientific mind identified as caused by droplets of 'water' in the air, as urine forced its way out of the desperate pegasus' tortured bladder.
Exactly ten seconds later, a much lighter pegasus reappeared sighing in relief. The sound of a toilet flushing took another moment to arive, indicating that her desperate toilet expedition had her traveling faster than sound.
Twilight closed her gaping mouth when she realised that she was probably inhaling droplets of Rainbow Dash's pee.
"You're a laugh Twilight Sparkle. I can't wait to hang out some more."
~~~~~
Comment if you want to see more. I have some pre-written.
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Friendship is Magic - Part 2
"Wow, she's amazing," Spike laughed, "If you were that quick getting to the bathroom I'd have way less puddles to clean up."
Twilight just grumbled, and then peed herself again because her bladder was sore from being hit by Rainbow dash and also she'd drunk so much cider.
~~~~~
"It's beautiful..." Said spike
"Yes, that mare is rather attractive." Said Twilight.
"Not the mare," Spike corrected, "The bathroom!"
Spike crossed his legs.
A white mare was standing in front of a door labeled with a bathroom symbol, but she was sorting through a number of different objects in her blue magic.
"No, no, no," She said, "Oh goodness no!"
"Good afternoon." Said Twilight.
"Just a moment, please," Said the White mare without turning around, "I've lost the key to the bathroom and I very much need to get in there with some urgency!"
After another few moments the white mare, who Spike informed her was called Rarity, found the key she was looking for and disapeared inside the bathroom.
A few moments later there was a flushing sound and Twilight began peeing herself again. The urine flooding down her hind legs and creating a warm puddle on the floor.
"Oh my stars darling," Rarily exclaimed upon exiting the bathroom, "Are you embarassing yourself in such an infantile manner?"
Twilight was still peeing when Rarily emerged from the bathroom.
"Oh, you mean the pee?" Asked Twilight, "I usually just try to ignore that."
"Oh this will not do!" Said Rarity.
"CAN I USE THE BATHROOM NOW?" Spike asked desperately.
"Of course darling, help yourself." Said Rarity.
Spike was so happy that he could have kissed the mare, but instead he ran inside the bathroom to relieve his aching bladder. Meanwhile Rarity grabbed Twilight in her magic and dragged her away.
"Wait!" Said Twilight, "Where are we going? Help!"
~~~~~
"No, no, uh-uh. Too green. Too yellow. Too poofy. Not poofy enough. Too frilly. Too... shiny. "
Rarity was trying to fit Twilight into various types of diapers with many different designs.
"Now go on my dear, you were telling me where you're from?"
Twilight had to pee really badly, but the crazy white mare wouldn't let her get a word in edgewise to say she needed the toilet.
"I've come from Canterlot, but right now I need to-" Twilight winced as Rarity taped up one of the diapers a little too tight, the additional pressure causing Twilight to urinate uncontrollably into the absorbant garnment.
"Canterlot!" Rarity exclaimed, "Oh I am so envious. There are so many amazing diaper stores in Canterlot. I've always dreamed of living there. We are going to be the best of friends."
"Oh, I see you've made use of your diaper," Said Rarity, "Let me get you a change!"
Twilight took the opportunity that Rarity was out of the room to escape and remove her diaper.
"Quick!" She called to Spike, "Before she tries to put a diaper on me again!"
Spike just sighed, wishing that he could have forced the outrageously incontinent mare he was charged with cleaning up after to wear some kind of protection.
~~~~~
"Wasn't she wonderful?" Said Spike dreamily.
Twilight grumbled. "I do not need a diaper, no matter what you, my parents, Princess Celestia, my Magic Kindergarten teacher and that crazy mare we just met say!"
Spike ignored her outburst.
"Next is music. Oh, it's that last one!"
Twilight saw a yellow pegasus conducting a choir of small birds.
"Hello." Said Twilight.
The pegusus mare shrank in on herself as her birds startled and flew off.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Said Twilight, "I didn't mean to frighten your birds. I'm just here to check on the music and it's sounding beautiful."
Twilight stepped closer.
"I'm Twilight Sparkle, what's your name?" Twilight asked.
"I-I'm fluttershy." Said Fluttershy, her voice quieter than peeing into a laundry hamper.
Thinking about peeing in a laundry hamper made Twilight realise that she needed to pee very badly. She just needed to get this mare's name first.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Twilight moved even closer to Fluttershy, but she had to cross her legs because she had to pee so badly.
"F-fluttershy." Said Fluttershy, but the sound of her timid voice was so quiet that the sound of her bladder releasing in abject terror drowned it out.
Twilight's bladder ached in sympathy and she decided that she should pee herself too, to make Fluttershy feel less embarassed.
"Well, it looks like your birds are back," said Twilight continued speaking while she was still peeing, "Keep up the good work!"
Fluttershy only squeaked in response.
"Okay," said Twilight, "Well, that was easy."
Spike emerged from behind a tree he had snuck behind to pee during their conversation.
Fluttershy gasped. "A baby Dragon!"
~~~~~
Fluttershy followed them all the way to the library, asking Spike incessant questions. During the conversation Spike rode on Twilight's back. The conversation was so long that Spike's bladder had filled up again and he had to pee quite badly. He could still hold it though, it wasn't every day that a pony actually took an interest in him and he wanted to savor it.
"I am so sorry,"said Twilight, "How did we get here so fast? This is where I'm staying in ponyville and my poor baby dragon needs to use the potty."
"No I don't -" Spike began, before realising his mistake.
With his bladder so full, the curse that made him pee when he lied activated without mercy, Making him pee uncontrollably all over Twilight's back.
Twilight smirked. Maybe next time Spike wouldn't make such a big deal when she had an accident.
Spike shuddered in relief and embarassment as his bladder rapidly deflated.
"Aww, wook at dat, he couldn't even hold his widdle bwadder!"
"Poor thing," said Fluttershy, "Speaking of which, can I use your bathroom I mean if you don't mind."
Twilight wasn't listening because she also had to pee and was determined to go inside as soon as possible to use the bathroom herself, and if she had been listening she wouldn't have heard anyway because of the loud hissing noise Spike made with his uncontrolled urination.
Twilight burst into the library and slammed the door in Fluttershy's face, causing her to wet herself, but Twilight didn't notice.
"Huh. Rude much?" Asked Spike.
"Sorry, Spike, but I have to pee very badly and also find a way to convince Celestia that nightmare moon is real so that she'll overlook the thousands of bits of 'water' damage I caused to the castle." Said Twilight, "Now where's the light?"
The lights suddenly flicked on and dozens of ponies yelled 'Surprise.'
Twilight's bladder gave out and a torrent of pee cascaded down to the floor.
"Surprise!" Yelled the pink mare from earlier, "My name is Pinkie Pie and I threw this party just for you. Where you surprised? Were ya? I can tell you're surprised because you peed eeeeverywhere! Sometimes I get really excited and then I pee everywhere too! My doctor says I have an overactive bladder, but he says that about every part of my body, so what does he know?"
Pinkie started peeing so her friend wouldn't feel embarassed, and also because she was excided and she always peed when she was excited!
"I was very surprised." Said Twilight, "Libraries are supposed to be quiet! And dry!"
Spike rolled his eyes at that assertion, already looking for a mop.
"Pinkie, can we please use the bathroom now?"Asked one of the ponies in the crowd. "You made us all wait just in case so that none of us would be in the bathroom when she arrived, but it's been five hours and we really need to go!"
The other ponies squirmed and crossed their legs. "I can't take it anymore!" Yelled somepony in the back before a loud hissing noise could be heard followed by splashing. In cascade failure, the other ponies bladders began to release one after another until their puddles merged to cover the entire floorspace of the library, converting the staircase into a new waterfeature.
Spike returned from the laundry with a mop. "Oh come on!" He exclaimed in anguish.
~~~~~
Once most of the urine had been cleaned up, the party continued. All of the food at the party was unreasonably spicy, which lead to the ponies drinking obscene amounts of water. It was all according to plan though, since their bladders would need to be full for the summer sun celebration in the morning.
Twilight accidently drank some very spicy hotsauce thinking it was beer and ran upstairs to pour water in her mouth. Afterwards she lay on the bed attempting to recover.
"Hey Twilight!" Said Spike, "What are you doing laying on that bed? I haven't put a mattress protector on it yet!"
"No." Said Twilight, "A mattress protector is just a diaper that you put on a bed, you can forget it!"
"I thought you wanted Celestia to forgive you for the massive amount of property damage you caused?" Said Spike, "A good start would be not ruining this mattress. And besides, it's the eve of the Summer Sun celebration. Everypony is drinking so much that they can't go to sleep for fear of wetting the bed! So get up!"
Eventually Spike gave up and went back to the party, almost immediately though, the music stopped. It was time to go to the celebration.
"Ugh," Said Twilight, "here I thought I'd have time to research the elements of harmony but, silly me, all this peeing has kept me from it!"
Spike re-entered the room.
"C'mon Twilight,"said Spike, "We have to hurry up and get to the celebration so we can fill up Celestia's fountain of youth. You don't want to have an accident on the way there like last time do you?"
~~~~~
"Isn't this exciting?" Pinkie Pie gushed verbally rather than urethrally, "Are you excited, 'cause I'm excited, I've never been so excited- well, except for that time I met you, but I don't want to pee myself today so really, how can I can top that?"
Dropplets of urine were escapping the hyperactive mare's hyperactive bladder, but the majority of her precious pee was still locked away.
"Fillies and Gentlecolts," An anouncement came from the mayor on a balcony, "it is my great peasure to announce that the summer sun celebration will soon be officially open and thus you can all finally use the special latrines that have been prepared."
Ponies cheered, but their exuberance was restrained by how badly they all needed to pee and the hazards of jostling their precariously filled bladders.
"In just a few moments, the Princess will arrive and grant you all permission relieve yourselves." The mayor continued, "It's my great honor to introduce, the ruler of your land, she of the cast iron bladder, the pony who gives us the sun and moon every day, the good, the wise, the granter of bathroom passes, Princess pee- I mean Princess Celestia!"
The politician's speech skill was high enough that she was reasonablly sure that none of the assembled ponies had noticed that she had accidentally said the wrong thing because she needed to pee so badly while giving the speech.
"Huh?" Asked Rarity.
Ponies began shuffling their hooves nervously. They were very desperate to relieve themselves and so could not stand still.
Twilight nearly cried as her bladder throbbed. "This can't be good."
"Remain calm everypony, " said the mayor, "I'm sure there's a reasonable pee- I mean explanation for this."
Rarity was unbelievibly desperate, but she kept up her poise nonetheless. She poked her head behind the curtain to see where Celestia should have been waiting to emerge on cue.
"She's gone!" Exclaimed Rarity.
"Ooh, ooh!" Pinkie raised her hoof as if anwering a question, "Maybe she had to take a bathroom break?"
Everypony in the room groaned in annoyance at the stupid joke that remined them all of their own predicaments.
A cloud of purple mist entered the building and took the form of a large black alicorn in cobalt armor.
"Oh, my beloved subjects. It's been so long since I've seen your precious little sun-loving faces." The black alicorn tried to sound menacing, but honestly she was struggling to not pee herself on the stage. She had just returned from the moon, and there were no bathrooms on the moon, so she had been holding it for 1000 years.
"What did you do with our Princess?" Asked Rainbow Dash jumping towards the black alicorn.
Applejack grabbed her tail though and recieved an accidental spurt of urine to the face from Rainbow Dash's overtaxed bladder.
"Why, am I not royal enough for you?" Asked the alicorn, "Don't you know who I am? Did you not recall the legend? Did you not see the signs?"
"I did," Said Twilight, "And I know you you are, the Mare in the Moon - Nightmare Moon!"
Ponies all gasped, several of them losing their tenuous hold on their bladders and collapsing in puddles of shame and relief.
"Well well well," said Nightmare Moon, "somepony who remembers me. Then you know why I'm here."
"Youre here to... to..." Twilight stammered because her bladder was too full for coherent thought.
"Remember this day, little ponies, for it was your last. From this moment forth, the night will last forever!"
A thunder clap sounded at the end of her sentence, pushing the remaining ponies still holding on to their dignity to wet themselves in terror. The puddle grew at an astonishing rate.
"W-what are you all doing?" Asked Nightmare Moon, "This isn't normal! You're all freaks!"
Nightmare Moon turned into mist and left the building before her thousand year bladder could be added to the puddle. She at least, had standards.
To be continued... |
I've already written a story about going to a movie, but this one has somewhat different perspective. Hope it's fun, too!
I matched with this girl on Tinder.
Not that I actually believe in Tinder, but I've been single for two months already after my recent breakup, so I decided to give it a try. A random date is not the worst way to spend a Sunday.
It's generally thought that people who use Tinder only want one night stands, they're horny all the time and want to bang everything that moves. It's not my case though. In fact, my ex-girlfriend broke up with me because of the lack of sex. I couldn't just confess to her that I rarely get aroused by "normal" things... There are some pretty simple ways how a girl can make me horny AF, but I'd rather kick myself in the face than tell anyone. It's too embarrassing. So, unable to promise her that my sexual performance will improve, basically I just stood and watched her leave.
But enough of those sad memories. I'm going out, hooray! My date, Hally, is a cute, petite girl with hazel eyes, long dark hair, and a perfect butt (which she's well aware of, judging by the amount of photos from behind in her profile). We actually hit it off, she turned out smart and funny, and I decided to just go for it and ask her to join me on Sunday to watch a movie.
In real life, she looks even better than in the photos! I got lucky. She is wearing light blue jeans fitting her perfectly. Naturally, I ask if she wants popcorn, a drink or anything.
"Yes, please. Salty popcorn. And the largest size drink they have, that popcorn always makes me thirsty as hell."
Uh oh... Here we are. Okay, I must tell y'all something. I'm extremely aroused by the sight of a hot girl needing to pee. Yeah, weird, I know, but it is what it is. Actually, even a thought of a girl's full bladder turns me on a little. And Hally is going to chug a liter of liquid during the movie...
"Sure, let's go get it!"
So, the movie has barely started, and she's already 1/3 into her drink. I secretly watch her, feeling like the creepiest person on Earth. No sign of desperation though. Finally I get distracted by the movie itself.
Around the middle of the film, I hear Hally slurping. I turn to her; she's sucking the last drops of her drink with some air. She whispers "sorry" and puts the empty cup away. I can only think of that liter of water in her stomach, currently making its way to her bladder. She's so small, is it possible that her bladder is big enough to hold so much for almost 2 hours? I have to control myself, because if I let these thoughts take over me, my tight pants will cause me to suffer.
Suddenly she casually crosses her legs... Can it be a sign of an urge? "Probably not," I say to myself, "she just wanted to move a bit. Go away, boner, GO AWAY."
Finally, the movie ends.
"So, did you like it?" Hally asks.
"What? Ah... The film... It was... Not bad, I guess."
(Not that I really followed it...)
"Actually, I enjoyed it a lot! Thanks for inviting me. What do you want to do now?"
Now I only want to know how bad she needs to pee. To be honest, I hoped that she will be frantically looking around in search of a bathroom. But she doesn't seem interested in locating it at all.
"Mmm, I don't know. We can go somewhere else. Are you hungry?"
"Not really, after all this popcorn. I'm a bit thirsty though. I miscalculated and finished my drink too early. I saw a stand with juices on the way, let's go, I'll take an orange fresh."
Wow, she wants to drink even more??? But in this case, she has to let out what's already inside, otherwise this poor little girl will explode! I can't believe she doesn't need a bathroom. What if she's just too shy to tell, and endures her bladder torture without uttering a word or showing a single sign of desperation...
Oh c'mon. We're not in a dark hall anymore, it's a bad timing for an uncontrollable erection. "Dead puppies," I think, "dead, dead puppies! No... Dead fish. Stinky, slimy dead fish rotting in the sun. Oh thank you dead fish, you helped a lot."
Meanwhile, Hally takes her fresh, chugs it and orders another one. Somehow I manage to calm down a bit.
"So, how about a little walk?" I say lightly. If we plan to stay outside for a long time, she must admit that she has to use a bathroom.
"Would be great! But it was rain in the forecast..." Hally replies.
"I have an idea! I live like 15 minutes from here. We can pass my house, I'll take an umbrella, and then we'll go to the park. If it starts raining, we'll just walk together under my umbrella. It can be, you know... quite romantic."
"Oh you're so cute. Let's make it happen!"
So we start walking towards my place. I'm still looking for the visual confirmation of her obviously very, very full bladder, but there are none. Hally's chatting and laughing, as usual.
We reach my door. Quite embarrassed, I say:
"I'm super sorry but I wasn't expecting a guest... My place is a mess. Do you mind staying outside while I fetch an umbrella? It's just one minute."
I see a shadow of disappointment in her lively eyes.
"But... I wanted to ask you something..."
"What?"
"I... You know... I just wanted to use your bathroom if possible."
Now I have to choose between staying a decent person and becoming a caricature villain. Who would refuse to let a girl in such an awful situation use a bathroom?! She's probably bursting. It might be a matter of minutes for her to wet her light blue jeans. I must let her... I must...
"No."
That's it. I'm a disgusting human being. But I already told her that I'd prefer her not to come in! And it's true that my place is quite messy.
"No? Why? I won't even notice anything. You know what, I can close my eyes!"
"You see..." I start, already knowing I'm going to make a massive fool of myself, "you can't use the bathroom at my place because the toilet is out of order."
"What??? How do YOU go then?"
"I... I just pee in the sink."
"Eww! But what about #2?"
"I... Y'know, it's a personal question, let's say I prefer not to tell, okay?"
It's all written on her face. She hasn't believed a word. She's going to turn around and leave, and I'll lose an awesome girl just because I'm a stupid pervert.
"You just don't WANT me to use the bathroom, right?"
"How come! Of course that's not true!" I exclaim in a shaky voice that seems the most unnatural of all voices of all time.
Suddenly her expression changes. She smiles widely. Could I really see tiny red fires in her eyes? What's on this woman's mind?
"Okay, you know what, I don't even need to go that much. I wanted to use it just in case before the walk. No big deal at all. Go bring an umbrella, I'll wait."
"Really? You're not offended?"
"By what? It's not your fault your toilet is unusable. Or is it?.."
"No, no, of course not. I appreciate your understanding. Be right back."
I rush home, my heart racing from all that just happened. It can't be true that she isn't in a great need of a pee. Not after everything she drank. What game is she playing?
I reach for my cock, straighten it up and put it in the least uncomfortable position, pointing upward. That's all I can do for you, buddy. I know you'll have a HARD time around this desperate girl, so please, don't embarrass me even more.
I grab the umbrella and come out... instantly shocked by the view. Hally is performing an obvious pee dance, squeezing her thighs tightly and tapping her foot. Well... I'm done. All the blood from my brain immediately rushes to my penis.
"Oh, you're back!" Hally exclaims in a surprised tone, immediately stopping what she was doing. "Let's go."
Easy to say... It's really hard for me to walk. I try to concentrate on a conversation, but every time I look at her face, she exhales loudly and bites her lip a little, maintaining eye contact. It's like she purposefully brings her desperate condition to my attention!
When we reach the park, we pass a public WC. She bends forward a bit, pressing her knees together, and moans through her teeth, but quite loudly. At this point, I almost believe I suffer more then she does. Her pants are still dry, while mine have a huge wet spot of precum, fortunately, invisible on the dark fabric.
"Maybe you should use this one?" I ask, trying to sound disinterested in her answer.
"Ah, no. I told you it's not urgent. I won't use a public bathroom unless I'm about to have an accident."
I can feel my face and ears getting red as a beetroot, but try to prove my point. I actually want her to go now and stop torturing me.
"But... You look like you really need to go."
"Oh, I do? Are you watching me? That's weird."
"No... of course no. I just noticed something... And I thought that, since I hasn't let you to go at my place, I should make sure that you..."
"Stop being so patronizing. I'm in full control of my body functions, as every grown person should be."
At this point it's confirmed: Hally is messing with me. She noticed my reaction to desperation and decided to make fun of it. But how trained her bladder must be to be able to hold so much for so long just out of spite! It's incredible. I wish she would lose control and totally soak these jeans, but in fact she's right: it's only me who has no control over own body. My penis is pulsating and letting out more and more precum.
"Sorry," I sigh. "I have no business telling you what to do."
"Exactly! But no problem, I'm not easily offended. Let's just forget it."
We continue walking, and her teasing intensifies. She would squeeze her legs, moan and even press her hand against her crotch when no one is looking. I must admit that I can no longer stand an erection: my poor cock starts to hurt. Finally, we see a cafe in the depth of the park.
"Hally, I'm hungry, do you mind going there?"
"Actually, me too!"
We walk in and sit at a small round table. The place is pretty crowded on Sunday evening. I see a small line to the bathroom and hesitate between standing there and choosing the food first. But Hally already opened the menu, so I decide to order and then go. While waiting for the service, she makes quite a show... She breathes heavily, crosses and uncrosses her legs, rubs knees, shifts weight from one thigh to another, swings forwards and backwards. I swear I can see her bulging bladder stretching her jeans. But I don't even know if it's really that bad or she just wants to drive me crazy. Anyway, my reaction is the same no matter how authentic she's being. I'm so turned on I can't think straight, and when the waitress comes I just name first thing on the menu without noticing what it is. At the same moment, I realize that the line to the WC disappeared. I blurt "sorry" and rush to the door.
Inside, there's one sink for two tiny stalls with toilets. I lock myself in one. I unzip my pants and grab my dick. It's throbbing and leaking. I'm so aroused I could cum in 30 seconds, but am I really doing this? I'm cringing at myself but can't help it. I squeeze...
Suddenly I hear the door of the adjacent stall lock as well, shortly followed by the sound of unzipping and a very loud moan. It's Hally! I freeze on the spot, not sure what to do. With a long exhale, she almost crushes the toilet - by the sound of it - and then I hear some real Niagara falls. The stream is so powerful that anyone would know how desperate she actually was, and goes on and on for so long I'm wondering how her bladder didn't rupture like an overfilled water balloon from this amount. My hand is moving back and forth, and when she finishes with a sigh of relief, I bite my other hand to keep myself from screaming because I'm having one of the strongest orgasms in my life.
She flushes and goes out, I take another minute to collect my thoughts. When I come back, our food is already on the table. We eat in silence. She knows I was in the adjacent stall, because where else could I be? But does she know what I did? I tried to be as subtle as I could...
"Okay," she said eventually, "it was nice meeting you!"
"I'd like to spend more time with you."
"It's late. Too dark and cold to walk."
All of a sudden, I say:
"Maybe we could go to my place?"
"Dirty and without a functional toilet? No thanks!"
I'm such an idiot...
"Maybe later," she continues with a smile, "when you get everything under control."
Edited November 16, 2022 by soo-pis-sed
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This is the first commission I've ever done from Baom. I was really nervous working with characters I knew nothing about for the first time. Hope you enjoy!
“Man, today was killer,” Yuzu Aihara said, stifling a yawn as she stretched her arms behind her back and slipped her shoes off at the front entrance of her home. However, she didn’t make it more than a few feet before a pang rang out in her stomach. “Oooh, not again,” the blonde-haired girl whined. Her stomach had been bloated and in pain for more than a few days, constipated and unable to relieve herself properly. The stress of her upcoming exam was putting an undue burden on her bowels, which only served to stress her out even more. She quickly shuffled her way to the bathroom and lowered her panties as she sat on the toilet. With a very unladylike grunt she pushed her sphincter muscles as hard as she could, but her body was unrelenting in keeping her anus sealed shut. “Ugh, come on!” the gal screamed, frustrated with her lack of relief. “Screw this, I’m gonna fix this once and for all.” Yuzu pulled up her panties and begrudgingly walked to the kitchen, searching the cabinets for herbal remedies to her problem. In the far back corner, Yuzu was able to see a bag of senna and chamomile tea. She grabbed it and set it on the counter before exclaiming, “That’s it!”
“What’s ‘it’?”
“Ah!” Yuzu jumped in surprise at the unexpected question. She turned around and was confronted with the face of her younger stepsister, Mei Aihara.
“Is something the matter?” Mei peeked over her sister’s shoulder, connecting the dots in her head as she made eye contact with the herbal tea.
“N-none of your business!” Yuzu outburst, her blush not doing any favors in hiding her predicament.
A small giggle left Mei’s mouth before she made her leave, saying, “Try not to stink up the bathroom too much.”
“S-shut up!”
As the younger sister left the room, Yuzu returned to the literal issue pressing her. After taking a few minutes to brew the tea, she sauntered with it to her bedroom, taking small sips as she made her way to her bed. “Eck, not really good in the taste department,” she complained as she sat on her bed, staring into her glass. “Well, if it’ll help, I guess I shouldn’t complain. Bottoms up!” In one motion, Yuzu downed her entire drink, gulping the warm liquid down. “Fwah,” she hummed in satisfaction, setting her empty glass on the nightstand next to her. A short moment after, her stomach rumbled but showed no desire to use the bathroom. “I suppose it’ll take a while to start working,” the spirited girl thought aloud, slightly disappointed with the lack of immediate results. The chamomile was working quickly however, beckoning the girl to close her eyes. “Well, I have been studying pretty hard. I think I’ve deserved a short nap.” Yuzu laid on her bed, rubbing her stomach gently until the tea would pull her out of consciousness.
“Oh crap!” Yuzu sat straight up in her bed. Her stomach churned violently and growled loudly, indicating to the girl that she needed to get to the toilet fast. The desperate girl flew out of bed and scurried to the bathroom. “Gotta poop, gotta poop, gotta poop,” she kept repeating to herself as she made it to the restroom door. In her urgent rush, she clumsily fumbled with the doorknob for a handful of seconds before swinging the door open. A small amount of poop had suddenly burst into her panties, eliciting a yelp from the teenager. “Oh no! I’m almost there! Please!” Yuzu pleaded with herself. She sat down on the toilet for the second time today, barely managing to slide her slightly soiled panties down to her knees before a torrential flood of brown mush jetted out of her into the awaiting bowl. “S-shit,” Yuzu cursed as she succumbed to her body’s desire, an indescribable pleasure, almost erotic in nature, washed over her. Multiple grunts and moans escaped her mouth as she drained herself of half a week’s worth of waste, the bathroom filled to the brim with an unholy sound and unbearable stench. But none of that mattered right now. Yuzu let herself fall completely into the moment, a personal satisfaction she had been longing for for several days. Eventually, everything grew quiet, and Yuzu let out one final sigh of relief. “Wow, that… that was amazing,” she said out loud between exhausted breaths. However, as she looked down at her underwear, she became confused, namely at the undergarments she was wearing. “Huh? I didn’t wear a thong today, did I?”
“Yuzu…,” a voice faintly called out in the distance.
“Wha- what?” Yuzu said in surprise, looking around the otherwise empty bathroom for the origin of the voice.
“Yuzu,” the voice called again, slightly louder. This time, she could make out that it was a woman’s voice, but not explicitly who.
“What’s going on?” The blonde-haired girl was slowly becoming self-aware as she continued to scan the room. Eventually she felt a weird feeling against her bottom, soft, warm, and slightly wet.
“Yuzu!” The voice yelled at her this time, making it clear who it was.
“Mei?! I don’t understand! What’s going on?” A small fear was developing in Yuzu’s chest. Unsure what to do, she looked down at her underwear again, but instead of the thong she had been wearing only moments ago, a different garment had taken its place. Something white and thick, almost like a…
“YUZU!”
“NOOOOOOO!” Yuzu screamed as she jolted awake, her body moving to an almost upright seated position. The girl immediately to her right was taken aback by the sudden movement.
“Woah, talk about a bad dream,” Mei said.
“Mei?” Yuzu stared her sister in the eyes, her confusion only growing as a result. “What are you doing here?”
“There was an ungodly stench coming from your room. I was calling your name to stop you from making a complete mess of yourself.” The stern sister pointed at Yuzu’s crotch before saying, “It would seem I was too late for that.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” The slightly groggy girl followed Mei’s finger downwards, and the sight awaiting her was even more horrifying than her nightmare had managed. Massive piles of brown mush leaking out of her orange panties and onto her school uniform and bed. Large globs of feces she had been holding for half a week had her flanked on all sides. She had pooped herself in her sleep. Disgust and embarrassment crept onto Yuzu’s face, her current predicament sinking in. Not only had she unknowingly filled her panties like a child, she also willingly sat up in it and let it fester around her butt, oblivious that such a humiliating feat had occurred. What’s worse, her sister was watching the entire time.
“Smile.”
“Wha-,” Yuzu looked at her sister just in time to be met with a flash. She blinked instinctively, but when she opened her eyes, her heart dropped.
“That’ll be a good one for the photo album,” Mei giggled to herself as she put her phone in her pocket.
“M-Mei!” Yuzu outburst in surprise, launching herself off the bed to confront her sister. She instantly regretted doing so, however, as gravity was quick to push her waste downwards, the bottom of her vagina meeting the heavy load that was behind her. A shiver traveled down her spine, but she regained her composure to chastise her sister. “Why did you take a picture?!”
“I wanted to. You looked cute being embarrassed like that,” the younger sister said with little remorse.
“Well, delete it! Now!” Yuzu reached for Mei’s pocket but wasn’t fast enough as Mei took a few steps back and wagged her finger.
“I don’t think so,” she said, a devilish smile creeping onto her face. “You’re so adorable here. I’m sure everyone at school would agree.”
Yuzu’s will to fight back diminished at those words. “Y-you don’t mean... y-you wouldn’t do something like that, r-right?” The girl in soiled panties was sweating bullets as she stammered through her question.
“Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t,” Mei said, tilting her head to the right before continuing, “it would depend on how obedient you are.”
“Y-y-you’re blackmailing me?” The sheer thought made Yuzu dizzy, almost falling backwards onto her dirty behind before catching herself.
“Think of it like enforcing a punishment,” Mei joked. “I won’t tell anyone about your ‘accident’, the picture goes nowhere, but I get to ‘punish’ you for being a bad girl who pooped her panties like a baby.”
“That is blackmail!” Yuzu retorted.
“Don’t care,” Mei said coldly before she gave the order, “On your hands and knees.”
“B-but…,” the slightly older girl whined before complying to her sister’s instructions. As she got into position, Mei yanked her skirt off, causing Yuzu to stiffen.
“Legs up.”
“O-okay,” Yuzu whimpered, raising her feet so her skirt could be fully removed. For a moment, nothing happened, leaving Yuzu in anticipation. However, that all changed when a stinging pain spread across her left butt cheek. “Hey! What are yo- AH!” The embarrassed girl was interrupted mid-sentence by swat to the other side of her posterior.
“No talking.” Mei warned. A flurry of spanking followed in quick succession. Various whimpers and cries escaped from Yuzu’s mouth as she endured her punishment. Her bottom grew as red as her face as she endured relentless blows from her sister’s hand.
“This sucks… It hurts…” Yuzu thought to herself. Despite this, her body was betraying her as her panties started to dampen in the front. This detail would not go unnoticed by Mei, causing her to stop spanking and lean into her stepsister’s ear.
“My, my, it seems like someone is naughtier than I thought,” Mei whispered seductively into her sister’s ear. “It seems like even more punishment is in order.” Yuzu reflexively prepared herself to be spanked again, but was instead met with Mei’s left hand grazing her lower lips through her panties while the other rested gently on the bulge protruding from the back.
“H-huh?” Yuzu asked in shock.
“Shhh,” Mei hushed her sister as she started rubbing Yuzu’s crotch in a circular moan, eliciting a low moan from her.
“Mmmm… Eep!” Yuzu squealed as she felt the mound of poop in her underwear be pressed against her, filling the entire surface area of her butt crack. Erotic sensations she’d never felt before captured her mind. The confused and horny girl was torn between complaining and letting her sister take complete control of her. This didn’t last long, however, as Mei pinched her clit, forcing her to succumb in pleasure to her blackmailer’s will.
“That felt good, didn’t it?” Mei teased.
“Mmmm…,” Yuzu moaned in acknowledgement. Her breaths grew heavy as she neared her climax. That is, until Mei stopped. “Hmph,” Yuzu groaned subconsciously, upset with her orgasm being denied. “W-wanna cum…,” she muttered under her breath.
“Hm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I wanna cum…” Yuzu admitted.
“Beg for it,” Mei demanded as she pulled her phone out and started recording. Yuzu could see her sister’s actions behind her shoulder and scoffed. However, her body was screaming for release, and at this point she could hardly care about the accident in her underwear or any blackmail material associated with it.
“P-please, make me cum,” Yuzu pleaded.
“Say you’re a naughty girl who like to poop her pants,” Mei demanded again as she began to roughly rub Yuzu’s clitoris.
“I.. I-I’m a naughty girl…,” the blonde-haired girl said weakly.
“Louder,” Mei interrupted.
“I’m a naughty g-girl and I like to p-poop my panties!” Yuzu exclaimed as Mei’s hand drove her to the most explosive orgasm of her life, her posture giving out as she collapsed on the floor. Mei slowly crawled next to her sister and spooned her from behind, neither of them saying anything as they fell asleep together on the wooden floor.
A week had passed since Yuzu’s fateful accident, and Mei kept true to her word of telling no one. That having been said, the dynamic between the two of them radically shifted to something more perverted.
“How did the exam go?” Mei asked.
“Aced it, of course! Top in the class!” Yuzu boasted proudly before meekly looking at the floor, clenching her fists and making soft grunts. “Um, you promised if I got good marks… ugh… you would ‘punish’ me again...”
“Of course,” Mei said with a smile. “Do you need to be punished?”
“I do,” Yuzu said with a blush. She turned around and lifted her skirt up, revealing a hefty bulge weighing down her panties. Both girls felt butterflies in their stomach as Mei’s smile grew more perverted.
“Good girl.”
Edited November 17, 2022 by nyonoyo
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Foreword:
During the early 19th century, the brothers Grimm would have collected many oral tales to preserve in written form. However, the stories that eventually made their way into these volumes were edited to remove some of the more vulgar content. Some stories may have been cut out altogether. Perhaps there was once a story just like this one, cut from the volume due to the obscenity of a princess needing to pee. If so, it would have been doomed to die as a forgotten folk tale, never to reach a modern audience. Until now…
Three princesses and a pot
Once upon a time, there were three princesses who lived in three neighboring lands, and they were so fair and so kind and so sweet, that they came to be known by all as the princess of cherry pies, and the princess of lemon tarts, and the princess of almond cakes.
One day, the fathers and mothers of these princesses met with each other to discuss treaties and trade and tales and troubles, and many other things kings and queens discuss with each other. And of course, the three princesses snuck away from the meeting table to discuss the kinds of things only princesses talk about when they believe nobody is listening.
But as luck would have it, that day there were blackguards and scoundrels sneaking around, hoping to hear some whispered king’s or queen’s secret. And the princesses had snuck off just far enough that the royal guards could no longer find them. So, they were kidnapped and carried off far away to the prince of blackguards.
And when the prince of blackguards had seen the three captive princesses, he had said this: “You three are my captives, yet I shall show you three mercies. You shall be watered and fed so that you do not starve. I shall send messages of ransom to your kingdom, rather than its enemies. Finally, you shall be given a chamber pot to share in your captivity so that you may keep your dignity whole.”
And so it came to be that the three princesses were locked in a tall tower, and they were given food and water and a white porcelain pot. But none of the princesses wanted to use the pot in front of the other, as the duties of a dignified princess demanded.
But as the first day passed, their bladders filled and filled, and as the first night passed, their bladders filled even more. And soon, they wanted to pass their waters so badly they could hardly stand it.
And then when the sun was high above the tower on the second day, the princess of cherry pies said “Forgive me, for I am a disgrace. I must concede that you two are my betters in dignified elegance and endurance, and now I can only beg you do not tell of this to anyone else.”
The princess of lemon tarts asked what was troubling her so, and the princess of cherry pies said “Must I say it out loud? I must pass my waters now, for they hurt me so. I have failed in my duty as a princess, to disgrace myself so in your presence. But it cannot be done any longer, I must use the pot.”
And so the princess of lemon tarts and the princess of almond cakes both promised her never to speak of this, and hurried to help her out of her dress and corset and smallthings. Finally, the princess of cherry pies stood trembling and naked before the pot as the wooden lid covering it was removed. The inside of the pot was pristine, as if it had just been scrubbed.
And it is said that the sobs of relief that came from the princess of cherry pies after she sat down were so gentle and thankful that it is said that birds gathered outside the window and started singing, and the flowers outside started growing. Tears streamed down her face as she filled the pot. And she did not stop until she had filled the pot half-way.
During the second night, the princess of lemon tarts could not sleep for her full bladder. It throbbed and chafed and stung her so, that she thought she would do anything to be rid of it. And when the moon shone through the window of the tower, the princess of lemon tarts decided she would die if she held her waters for any longer. Quietly she snuck out of her bed, and removed her smallthings as best as she was able before bunching up her dress. Then, she removed the wooden lid and sat over the pot.
And though the princess of lemon tarts tried to be quiet as a mouse, it is said that her hushed whimpers of relief, which sounded so happy and sad all at once, caused the clouds above to rain in grief of her lost dignity and the animals near the tower to tearfully celebrate her relief. And when she was finished, she put the wooden cover back on the pot and went to sleep.
However, the princess of almond cakes had witnessed all of it. And now she so urgently needed to pass her own water, and was so jealous of the other two, that she decided to sneak out of bed just as the princess of lemon tarts had. And just like the princess before her, she hastily undid her smallthings and took the wooden cover of the pot. However, by now the pot was completely full and could not be used. And so the princess of almond cakes had to put the pot back, and put back on her smallclothes without passing her water.
By the dawn of the third day, the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts, who had both used the pot were again full of bladder and in much discomfort. It did of course not compare to the sufferings of the princess of almond cakes, who had not passed her waters in all this time. But neither the princess of lemon tarts nor the princess of cherry pies knew about this, as they both assumed the princess of almond cakes had found some moment of privacy during one of the nights they had been captive.
It was then a lark flew and landed on the captive princesses’ windowsill. And this was an enchanted lark, because it started speaking to them. “Princesses who come from three lands,” it said. “I am sent to settle an old debt. Many years ago, the queen of almond cakes saved my children from being cooked and served at a royal feast. Now, I have arrived at your windowsill to repay her good deed in kind.”
The princesses were overjoyed at these news, and rejoiced. Except for the princess of almond cakes, who stayed silent all throughout. The lark spoke again. “As my debt is to the princess of almond cakes, I can fulfil her deepest wish. If she tells me of her heart’s true desire, it is within my ability to grant it.”
The princess of cherry pies spoke then, and said “Then you must simply wish us away from here and back to our kingdoms! Then we can finally be free of the discomforts of our captivity.”
Then the princess of lemon tarts spoke “Or you may wish to change the hearts of these blackguards, so that they decide to return us home freely and never again hurt a traveler!”
The princess of almond cakes told the lark “I wish for both of these things. I wish that we may return to our homes, and that the company of blackguards and scoundrels have a change of heart and never again cause harm. This is my heart’s desire.” But it was not her true heart’s desire, in reality the princess of almond cakes wanted only to relieve her stinging bladder.
And the lark said “Very well.” and flew off. But the more time passed, the less did her wish come true.
Later that day when the sun was above the tower, the lark came again. It said “Because your wish has not yet come true, it cannot be your heart’s true desire. Please, you must tell me your heart’s deepest wish or I cannot help you.”
And then the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts tried to encourage her to think of her heart’s desire, for they too wanted the lark’s help. But the princess of almond cakes could not tell them of her heart’s desire, and instead said “I only wish to return to my bed, in my room, in my castle, in my kingdom.”
And the lark said “Very well.” and flew off again.
This time, the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts were quite cross with their companion, as she had wished to only be returned herself. But again time passed, and her wish did not come true.
When it was almost dark, the lark returned again. It said “Because your wish has not yet come true, it cannot be your heart’s true desire. Please, you must tell me your heart’s deepest wish or I cannot help you.”
And the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts told her that she must tell the lark true, now, for their own bladders were almost as full as they had been before. Finally, the princess of almond cakes said “I only wish to relieve my aching, burning, stinging bladder! I only wish to be free of this ocean I carry within my belly, and pass my waters after three days!”
And as soon as she said so, the prince of blackguards entered the tower. He had heard the commotion, and decided to come and investigate. As it happens, he was also carrying a pot filled with gold and jewelry that his band of scoundrels had stolen from a wealthy merchant.
Faster than the prince of blackguards could respond, the princess of almond cakes tore off her dress and her corset and her smallclothes, grabbed the pot he was holding, and threw out all the gold. And it is said that her exhalations of relief were so sincere and regal, that the sun itself was forced to turn the other way as to not witness this private act. Even the prince of blackguards, wicked as he was, had to turn his eyes away.
And it is said that after that day, the prince of blackguards was changed. And he returned the princesses to the kingdom, and turned away from his wickedness. And some say he was rewarded by the princess of almond cakes for helping her in her utmost need, and became her most loyal knight. And that he would bring a clay pot to her room every night, so that her dignity as a princess would always be protected.
Edited November 18, 2022 by DerivativeWings
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Hello guys! This is my first topic on this site, i am into fear wettings and i’ve had many accidents myself. So well, i decided that i’ll make an Anthology story series which includes fear wettings in different scenarios and with different characters. Hope you like it and would love to hear your feedback so i can create better stories in this series! Enjoy!
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Cat moved quickly through the bustling city streets along with her friend. It wasn’t that easy as she was wearing heels. She had a smart outfit on, a gray blazer and a gray skirt, with white panties underneath. She also wore glasses that didn’t make her look like a nerd, it made her look rather beautiful.
Today was a very important day to her, she finally had her job interview at the infamous Armix tower downtown, one of the tallest towers in the world. Although she just graduated, her grades were good enough that she was among the lucky few that got accepted for an interview in that tower.
She finally arrived under the tower and looked upwards towards its peak and smiled. It was enormous.. It was exactly 232 stories tall. A moment later a gentle hand laid on her shoulder which awoke her from her daydream.
“It’s huge Cat! isn’t it? Lucky you, it’s every aspiring person’s dream to work here!” Cat’s friend told her playfully.
“Yesss Annie! I am so excited i just wish i will get accepted!” Cat said worryingly.
“You’ll do great! I believe in you!” Annie said with a grin.
“Thank you Annie! Thank you for coming with me for support! I really needed it.” Cat said.
“Anytime babe! Let’s head inside!” Annie said.
With a nervous sigh, Cat and Annie entered through the huge automatic glass door. The reception area was gigantic and magnificent. They moved forward towards the reception desk to a nice lady who expected them.
“Hello my name is Cat Dean, i was told to come here for my interview!” Cat said nervously.
The receptionist nodded and scrolled through her log book. “Cat.. Cat.. Cat.. AH! There you are. You can proceed through the elevator to the right to the 169th floor. It’s made specifically for the people who applied so it wont be crowded being they are very few!”
“Aww the floor’s too high. Sorry i am just afraid of elevators and tight places. And it’s not like i can go up 169 floors on the stairs.” Cat laughed nervously but only got a shrug from the receptionist.
“Well anyway, thank you! I guess i have no choice.” Cat said with a smile. Then looked at Annie as they both let out a giggle about the naughty floor number. She then took Annie with her and proceeded towards the Elevator but was immediately stopped by the receptionist again.
“Hey i am sorry, your companion cant come up to the interview with you. I am sorry there are strict rules, she could wait here in the lounge for you. Sorry for the inconvenience.” The receptionist said.
“Awww noo!” Cat said with a frown.
“It’s okay Cat you got it! I’ll be waiting for you right here go on go on so you wont be late!” Annie said while gently pushing Cat towards the elevator.
“Wait Annie! You know i am claustrophobic and i hate elevators ughh, besides i think my nerves are getting to me because of the interview and i really feel like i need to pee.. should i find a bathroom first?” Cat said with a frown.
“Nooo Cat! No time for that dont worry it’s not like you will pee yourself in the interview it’s just a feeling! And that elevator is perfectly safe! We’re in the Armix tower the most technologically advanced building in town!” Annie said hurrying Cat to the elevator.
“Awww okay you’re right. I am just so nervous. I need to calm down.” Cat takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Annie then hugs her as they stand in front of the elevator door waiting for it to arrive.
*DING!*
“Alright that’s my que, i’ll see you in a bit Annie!” Cat said as she entered the elevator nervously and pressed on the 169th floor button and gave out another giggle as she shrugged her shoulders and looked around the elevator.
“Good luck!!!” Annie said as the elevator doors closed.
The elevator began its ascend with only Cat in it. It took a little while until it passed the 100th floor. Cat’s nervousness intensified, and with it her bladder. She squirmed a little bit thinking that it was a bad idea that she didn’t go to the bathroom before riding the elevator.
“Ughh i should have went to the bathroom. That interview really makes me so nervous.” Cat thought to herself.
A few seconds later the elevator arrived at the 152nd floor. It was then that a weird pulsating sonic shockwave hit the elevator with a high boom. The elevator heavily shook and Cat screamed from the sudden turbulence that occurred. The electricity was cut off and the lights turned off, turning the inside of the elevator into pitch black darkness.
Cat began to cry as she hugged the corner of the elevator with her back. She couldn’t see anything and the elevator suddenly stopped. She got terrified out of her mind in that moment and didn’t know what to do.
She immediately started feeling warm liquid flowing slowly down her legs and over her high heels. She felt her panties getting heavy with warm urine as she continued to sporadically and uncontrollably leak her bladder’s content in terror. The sound of dripping urine could be heard as it hit the elevator floor as it was very quiet.
Suddenly, the lights came back on.. but it was flickering with a little bit of electric noise buzzing every few seconds, but Cat could see around her now. She tried to take control of her bladder once more and fortunately held it back successfully.
She immediately looked down at her crotch to find a damp dark patch on her skirt and that she was standing on a puddle of her own making. “Ohh nooo! Oh my god i cant believe this just happened! And i cant believe i just pissed myself!” She started sobbing again and started pressing every elevator button she could see in her panic.
“Please please please! Oh god no! Please work!!” She said while hyperventilating. It was then that the elevator became turbulent again. She instantly put her back to the corner again and held tight on the bars under the mirror.
*WOOOOSHHH*
In a blink the elevator started to rapidly descend in full speed towards the ground floor.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!” Cat screamed her lungs out as she sunk with the elevator while holding tight on the bars. It felt like she was going down a very fast and a very high roller coaster. But it wasn’t fun at all. Her bladder completely relaxed in her fear! She started completely soaking her panties and skirt as the elevator fell, the urine flow was so intense this time that it splashed loudly on the floor and it was spraying everywhere. The poor girl was terrified, she thought she was about to die.
To her luck, the building was really technologically advanced. A safe emergency brake started to slow the elevator down at the 50th floor. The speed of the fall started to gradually slow down, and by the time it reached 10th floor it descended as it normally would.
Cat had her eyes closed the whole time but when she finally felt the elevator descending normally she opened her eyes and found that it’s going down 9th floor then 8th. She relaxed her grip on the bars and sat on the floor as she tried to catch her breath.
She didn’t realize that she sat on the puddle, the entire elevator floor was one huge urine puddle. She just thought that she was finally safe, she sighed and relaxed. And with the full relaxation of her body, her bladder released the final few sprays of her urine. Adding to the already huge puddle she was sitting in.
*DING*
The elevator door finally opens on the ground floor, a crowd was gathered in front of the elevator but the first one Cat laid her eyes on was her loyal friend Annie who stood there in shock and awe with her mouth slightly opened and beside her was the receptionist with her hands over her mouth.
Cat was confused on why Annie was standing like that rather than coming in and helping her, but it was then that she realized. She looked around her on the floor to find that she was soaked and sitting on a pretty big urine puddle of her own making. She immediately felt so embarrassed, and her face turned tomato red instantly. A handful of people were standing there, seeing how soaked she was by having that huge accident.
She tried to slowly stand up as she sobbed in her embarrassment, but suddenly a comforting hug was wrapped around her. Annie quickly hugged her friend so tightly to comfort her, not caring wether she’ll get wet from the puddle or her soaked friend’s clothes or not. She just cared about making her friend feel better.
“Cat hun, are you okay?” Annie asked softly, still hugging her.
“Ye-yes, Annie. Thank you.. But look at the mess i made.. i am so embarrassed i thought i was going to die.” Cat said as she sobbed but hid her face in her friend’s shoulder.
“It’s okay you’re safe now..” Annie said.
“Well what happened anyway? I dont understand.” Cat asked.
“I dont know either suddenly it just felt like a sonic wave hit the entire building and it originated from above as the people were saying, from the very top floor. All the lights went off for a moment and then started flickering, and then we heard the sound of the elevator coming down, and i was so scared i hoped that you’d have gotten off. But thank god they have this safe brakes thingie. I am so glad you’re safe.” Annie said still comforting her friend.
“Oh well there goes my interview.. i cant go in looking like that!” Cat said with a frown.
“Oh dont worry about it they’ll probably reschedule today’s interviews after that incident!” Annie said reassuringly. Cat then suddenly realized that she accidentally wet her friend’s clothes with her own.
“Oh i.. i am so sorry.. i think i got some on you.. your clothes got wet because of me.” Cat said with a blush.
“Well.. that wouldn’t have happened if you listened to me and went to the bathroom before riding that elevator! Hahaha!” Annie said playfully as she poked Cat so she could try and lighten up the mood for her friend.
They both giggled as they walked past the astonished crowd. It was embarrassing but Cat had her friend with her and she made her feel safe. They reached the receptionist and casually asked for another date for the interview.
- - -
Behind the scene of all this a mysterious man hidden in the crowd with a dark hat that concealed his face and a dark overcoat held a weird looking phone that didn’t seem like any other familiar phone these days. And with it he was filming the incident since the moment the elevator opened. He was on a live feed under an anonymous tag. He shared the entire event live to the world. He was standing there since before even Cat got into the elevator. It was like he knew that this would happen even before it happened and just waited for it.
His live feed was eventually shared all around the social media platforms, and in a glimpse the video was all over the internet. It showed Cat’s accident and how soaked she was when she came out of the elevator and it quickly became a trending video all around the world.
- - - - -
“Holy shit! Who’s the bastard who filmed this! Annie was right I should have went to the freaking bathroom!” Cat said angrily as she threw her phone on her living room couch after watching the trendy video.
Cat became famous in just a single day.. well, infamous in a matter of fact. Millions had watched her embarrassing accident. It must have felt so humiliating. |
Maria's VERY Wet Dream
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Maria can barely hold it. She's held in her urge to pee for a while, but the line to the bathroom isn't getting any shorter. She even finds herself holding her crotch, trying to keep herself from squirting. Maria can't really remember how she got into this situation, mainly because it's all a blur, but it doesn't really matter to her. She needs to get to the toilet, and fast. A couple minutes go by, and the line still hasn't moved. Maria is barely holding herself together, and she decides to think about how she got here to distract from her situation.
She remembers she was doing homework not too long ago in her room, she brushed her teeth, put on her pajamas...
"I'M IN A DREAM!" exclaims Maria.
This is a relief. this may mean that she may not even need to pee at all. That, or she's on the brink of wetting the bed. Maria starts panicking once more. She knew full well if she wet the bed again, her mom would be VERY angry. She's 18, after all. If she were to wet the bed one more time, her mother would be forced to start stocking up on diapers. Granted, Maria kind of has a kink for needing to pee, but she can't afford to embarrass herself more than she already has in the past. Not to mention the fact that there's nothing more embarrassing than having to wear diapers. An idea then crosses Maria's mind. Can't she just wake up and go to the bathroom? Yeah... she then clears her mind and tries to wake up.
Maria jerks awake. Her bladder is still as full as it was in the dream, so she bolts to the bathroom. She opens the door, sits down on the toilet, and rolls down her pants and panties. Just as Maria is about to let go, she notices something. The bathroom is kind of... off. In fact, Maria still feels like she's in her bed. She then realizes she's still dreaming.
She pulls her panties back up and quickly tries to stand, but finds that she can't. What's stopping her? Maria then grows worried. Why is she doing this to herself? Does she actually... want this? She hears a voice.
"Hello..." says the voice.
"Who are you?!" asks Maria.
"Your subconscious, babe." says her Subconscious.
"Let me get up!" shouts Maria.
Maria's Subconscious then takes a human form in front of her.
"You know, normally I would." says Maria's Subconscious suavely. "But right now... I'm really fucking horny..."
Her Subconscious then turns on the sink with dream powers.
drip, drop, drip, drop...
"You're in my reality now... and I can make it whatever i want it to be." says Maria's Subconscious.
The faucet flow slowly increases.
Maria's urge to pee is stronger than ever. "This is it, huh?" Maria thinks to herself. Tomorrow is the day her mother buys diapers. One part of her doesn't want this to happen, but the other part of Maria deeply does. Her Subconscious's hand strokes her leg. Maria moans with pleasure. Her Subconscious then places her hands on Maria's shoulders and sits on her lap. Her subconscious's body warms Maria's body up, and nothing but a pleasurable tingling can be felt from Maria's insides. The pressure felt from another body on top of hers is something Maria can't handle. She can feel her outside body in the real world. Maria almost squirts into her panties, but stops herself from inside of the dream. Her Subconscious starts getting annoyed with her.
"Stop holding back, love. Let it all out..." says her Subconscious soothingly.
Her Subconscious then places her hand gently into Maria's shirt, and grasps inside her bra. Maria feels goosebumps as her Subconscious knows exactly how her body works, and how it likes to be felt. The faucet increases pressure, making the running water even more audible, and making Maria's bladder even harder to hold. Maria can't tell if this is a nightmare or a wet dream. Maria moans as her Subconscious feels her. She then makes her way down to Maria's privates. Maria can't hold her pee much longer, but somehow persists. Maria's Subconscious slips her fingers inside of her panties, and starts rubbing back and forth inside of her privates. Maria feels like she's about to cum, AND wet herself.
"Come on now, just... stop being so tense..." says her Subconscious. "You know it'll feel good..."
Maria doesn't know what to do. Persist and endure more holding, or release, and have the orgasm of her life. She doesn't know whether she should release either. Her mother would force her to not just wear diapers at night, but force her to wear them at school as well. Maria is almost ready to give in to her deepest, darkest desires, but attempts to hold her pee one last time.
Maria's Subconscious has had enough. "Fine then, looks like you need a bit of extra help then..." Maria's Subconscious then takes her hands out of Maria's pussy, and pulls her panties back up. "What would you do if I just..."
Her Subconscious starts leaking on top of Maria. The wetness soaks down Maria's legs and privates. This soaks Maria's panties inside of her dream, but she still hasn't wet her real ones.
"Let it all out..." says Maria's Subconscious.
The pressure of the pee hitting and soaking Maria's panties make it almost impossible to hold it anymore. With her Subconscious flooding her lap, the faucet running louder than ever, and the uncontrollable urge to pee, Maria can't hold it anymore.
"There we go..." says Maria's Subconscious. "Good girl..."
Maria starts squirting into her panties, and it slowly transitions into her completely soaking herself. Maria feels the pleasure of flooding herself, and can feel the warmth of her stream in the real world, too. The warmness of the stream floods down her legs, and starts soaking her bedsheets. Maria's panties are completely ruined, and so are her pajamas. She wets herself so much, that she floods her pajamas up to her breasts. The leftover liquid spills onto the bed, and since the bed can't handle this insane amount of liquid, Maria leaves a puddle down to her knee, and up to her stomach. She releases the last of the stream, and then finally cums. Looks like Maria really does need diapers.
THE END
(unless y'all like this story and tell me you want more. If you do want more, the next one will be a diapered dream.)
Edited November 18, 2022 by jakeybakey
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Gently caressed in tucked blankets, the knocked out pup awakes from her long slumber. The world gradually filled itself in, eyes adjusting to the bright sun shining out from the cracked window. A drawn out moan filled the air, carrying the foul breath of alcohol and vomit. The intense rays were kryptonite, feeling incapacitated and down right sick. Turning to her side to face away from the radiance, her body lashed out from the previous night’s ordeal. Volumes of beer hijacking its host, causing a spasm of the bladder. Her daze became shock, unable to withstand the assault of piss, leaking on the mattress cover, enough to douse her legs and draw an island the size of a golf ball. Even after several hours since her last drop of liquor, her face blushed a crimson rose. Looking around the walls and bed, she knew this was not her home.
Despite the urgency, the poisoning hindered Rachel’s movements. A weak toss of the sheets and first footing from bed, she nearly fell on the floor if not for landing back onto the bed. A bottle of booze collapsed alongside her, disturbing its rest by the misstep launching it forward into the wall with a bang. As if it cried, the remaining contents of the vessel wildly let loose on the floor. All the while, the sudden impact discharged another volley of piss droplets, hailing the wooden floor with more vile toxins. Clamping her legs together with the assistance of a free hand, her body got more soaked, but barely kept it all together. Her face turned sour, biting her lips in pain and frank disgust of her sodden state.
“HhheeElllllllLLOOooooooooo,” the white dog cried wearily after making it out of the bedroom relatively unscathed. She could loosely remember the big birthday bash that happened last night, there had to be someone around, even then, this was someone’s trashed home. Looking down from the hallway she could see the living room in complete disarray, cushions thrown about, more discarded cans and bottles littering the house, even a couple of knocked out guests succumbing to a hangover. It would be nice to help clean all this up, but she had to clean herself up first. Continuing down the corridor, the bathroom was only a couple rooms away. Reaching into her mind, she remembered the line wrapping around to the stairway when she looked at the area. A small hic escaped as she tiptoed to the door. Not wasting any time to open it, she twisted and pulled the knob to hear a thud. Flabbergasted that it was unusable even now, Rachel bent her rear back and knocked, “Pleeeeeassssee huurrrrrrrrry.”
Pounding more intensely as each second passed, she could not afford to wait much longer. Another wave riled up in her bulging bladder, stopping her rampant knocking and used everything she had in her to survive. Bending further into a squat, her face reached forward, smacking into the wall of wood in front of her. Her eyes pressed shut, she could feel a light shining on her face. Peeking them open, she saw the light inside the bathroom and then the leg of whoever was occupying the toilet. Their snore rang against the white dog’s big ears, taunting her to get through. Her sphincters won another round of defense, allowing her to try and barge through them. She needed that toilet, pushing her body against the sleepy lug with the door. But alas, her tiny frame did not allow her to prevail against someone twice her size. Unable to wake them or move their whole body, she had another risky plan.
Using the gap available, she squeezed her head through and soon the rest of her body, climbing over their legs. Peeking in the room, Rach’s pupils shrank to see Matt. It was nice to see one of her besties, but not like this. As she raised her leg, a spurt came out with no warning. Rushing out of that perilous state, she jammed her foot down between the legs of the large cat and hurried to bring the other foot to the same spot. Finally in the bathroom, her pee could come out freely, disobeying Rachel’s will.
Not now! She thanked a higher power for having him asleep for what she was about to do. The dam burst, she twisted her body and used her butt to make space between the man’s legs. Feeling flesh and steaming hot urine cascading down, her jaw agape followed a soothing sigh. Urine splashed all around, first hitting the tiled floor, then reaching the toilet seat briefly as her ass thrusted back to the man’s crotch; soon spraying his dick with yellow nectar along with the intended interior of porcelain. Basking in the heavenly feeling, letting go of all that unneeded pressure in her abdomen, her tail wagged, tickling the large man’s belly.
If he had a snot bubble, it would pop there and then. Jolted awake, he felt foreign fur on his lower half and the steaming current from the waterfall emitting next to him. Matt shifted back before the wagging tail could make him giggle, to give her more space, and remove his penis from the splash zone. Lost in ecstasy, she couldn’t fathom what was happening behind her. He remained seated despite the sore feeling in his legs, his large figure would allow him to evade. Looking down, it was obvious who it was breaking his private time and personal space. A smirk formed, he closed his eyes and did his best impression of his snoring and sleep talked, “Moooom, fried chicken for breakfast?”
His wit did not get through to Rachel, she was still in her own world of relief, her bloated bladder getting emptier by the second. Trying to get any reaction, Matt snored absurdly loud. Practically breaking her eardrums, Rachel regained consciousness of who was there. By instinct, she started to turn her head back, finding his head up to the ceiling and drool crawling down his chin. Convinced by his act, she turned back sighing, forcing the rest of her stored pee out, continuing a hissy stream. As the water below bubbled, the stench of alcohol ridden urine assaulted Matt’s nose, “Ughhh, why …. pair asparagus with fried chicken mom…” pinching his nostrils shut.
Once again Rach looked back to the source of commentary, aware of his changed posture, “MATTIE!” she shrieked, “uh, good morning.”
“Feeling better, my drunken queen?” He offers a roll of toilet paper.
Almost tapped out of her natural beer, “Lots,” she pushes his hand away,” but my legs reek. Gonna take a shower when I’m done here.”
“Not often I take two showers in one day, you got me good,” his crotch fur damp and separated.
“Oh no! I’m really sorry Matt, I couldn’t hold it.” Droplets splashing the murky water, her urethra pushes out to make however many short streams to completely empty her bladder. Doing so while arching back gets some on Matt again.
“Or aim, not like you can see where it’s going,” a tad ticked, but knows he can wash it off soon.
Blushing at her piss poor aim, hitting him in the crossfire, “Oh hush!”
Rachel gets up, finally allowing Matt to do the same and flush.
Both looking at the shower, Matt offers her to go first, “I’ll start inspecting the damages and clean up what I can.”
Leaving the room completely to herself, Rachel starts up the hot water. Without missing a beat, she could hear Matt’s expletive of how utterly trashed his beach house was.
Edited November 18, 2022 by AlmightyIdiot
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Disclaimer: Everyone's 18, don't worry about it
Hazel the Human Toilet
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Hazel is getting quite annoyed. Whoever walked into the bathroom earlier sure is taking a long time, and with her bladder's pressure increasing, she knocks aggressively.
"Get out of the bathroom soon or I'll fill your teeth with cement!"
The student inside then proceeds to take longer to spite Hazel. Hazel's bladder can't hold on much longer, and she isn't about to wet herself at school. The student's name is Matthew, and eventually, he walks out of the bathroom.
"FINALLY! Now next time, don't take so long." says Hazel.
Matthew turns back to her, annoyed. He wants revenge for her being mean.
"You know, the toilet kind of... got clogged." lies Matthew. "And all the other bathrooms are closed for maintenance."
"Oh come on you dumb oaf! Ugh... where else would there be a bathroom?" asks Hazel.
"Below the first floor." says Matthew.
"The basement area?" asks Hazel.
"Yeah. You go down the stairs and take a left. You can't miss it."
"But... didn't the principal say to not go down there at the beginning of the semester?"
"No. He reopened it, remember?" lies Matthew.
Hazel doesn't have time for this. She needs to get to a working bathroom, and now.
"Thanks for the directions, dork." says Hazel.
"No problem. See you around soon, okay?" says Matthew.
Matthew starts walking and mutters under his breath.
"Real soon..."
Hazel starts walking toward the stairs that lead to the first floor. Her bladder is manageable to hold, but if she waits any longer, she may be in quite the pickle. Hazel reaches the stairs and walks down to the first floor. Each step bounces her bladder around, and she can feel her need to urinate increasing. There's a total of two minutes before fourth period starts, so Hazel starts power walking. She makes her way through a crowd of students, and a student bumps into her. Hazel almost loses control of her bladder from the impact, but she squeezes herself tight just in time. Hazel can really feel her bladder increasing with more urine now. Did she absolutely HAVE to drink from the water fountain after P.E. for that long? The worst part is that she hasn't peed since she left her house, and P.E. was her first period. So that would mean Hazel has been holding her urine for about two hours. Hazel makes her way to the second set of stairs. With each step sloshing her bladder around, she slows down in an attempt to not wet herself. Hazel makes it down to the bottom of the stairs and takes a left, like Matthew said.
"You know, maybe I was too harsh on Matthew..." thought Hazel. "He did help me out here after all."
Hazel sees a bathroom door labeled "HUMAN TOILETS". Kind of weird, considering all toilets are for humans, but Hazel presses on. She enters the door, and sees a couple stalls and some urinals. She is weirded out that this is more of a men's bathroom, but it's not like she has any other choice. Hazel tries to unlock one of the stalls.
click! click!
Locked. She tries to open the other stall.
click! click!
Locked again. Hazel can't believe this, but she may have to use the urinals instead. She looks at a urinal, and sees some yellow tape on the sides. "WORK IN PROGRESS TEST MODEL". Not ominous at all. Either way, she doesn't have a choice. Hazel then grabs below her skirt, and pulls her panties out of the way. Just as Hazel is about to release, she slips on the tiled floor and tries to catch herself by placing her hand on the urinal. By doing this, Hazel accidentally hits a button. The urinal releases arms to mechanically insert Hazel into the urinal facing outward. With Hazel almost bursting to go, the urinal then mechanically cuffs her arms and legs to the urinal.
"Wait, WHAT?! LET ME GO! LET ME-" Hazel tries to scream, but the urinal's mechanical arms place tape over her mouth. Hazel is nothing but a muffle, as the urinal mechanical arms start taking off her clothing, piece by piece. The arms start pinching at Hazel's school uniform. The arms slowly take off Hazel's skirt. Hazel feels her skirt tickling her leg as it gets pulled down. This tickling sensation is enough for Hazel to lose control of her bladder, but she holds on tight. Next, her shirt. the arms grab her shirt and bring it upward, along with her bow as well. Nothing of her clothing is left except for her bra and panties. The robot arms retreat back inside of the urinal, and all Hazel can feel is the cold air of the AC, and the overwhelming urge to urinate. Since she's still above the urinal, she decides to try and pee. Hazel relaxes herself and gets ready to release, but the urinal arms are quick to stop this, and place a layer of duct tape over her privates. This prevents her from peeing entirely.
She then remembers the sign to the bathroom. "Human Toilets". Hazel realizes that she had quite literally become a human toilet. They just rip off the tape from your privates when they need to pee, and they fill you up. Hazel gets infuriatingly mad at Matthew for misleading her like this. How could he? Hazel squirms and wiggles, but no one is there to save her. Matthew seems to be the only student to know about this bathroom, and maybe he could come save her! yes! All Hazel has to do.. is sit here with her increasing bladder, and wait.
Ten minutes pass. Hazel is wiggling her legs impatiently. Thirty minutes pass. Hazel is squirming and sweating. An hour passes. Hazel is tearing up and wants to burst. Hazel's bladder keeps building up with liquid, no matter how much she holds it in. This pressure, this experience, is making her... horny. Why is this making her horny? This isn't the way she thought the bathroom would be. Hazel desperately wants to start rubbing herself, but she's still cuffed to the urinal. She starts rubbing her legs with what little room she has being cuffed. This rubbing tickles her pussy. Why is she enjoying this?! This is messed up! She should sue Matthew, hell, the school! She keeps rubbing regardless. Hazel starts using her elbows to play with her breasts, since her hands are cuffed to the top of the urinal. Her breasts never felt so soft, and she starts rubbing both of them together with her elbows. With both her legs and breasts rubbing against each other, she moans with the tape still over her mouth. The warmth inside of her body and the pressure of her bladder is too much for Hazel to handle. She wants to release, but somebody needs to open the door and free her.
the door handle to the bathroom then rotates. Hazel quickly stops pleasuring herself and takes a look.
"Hey there..." says Matthew. "Been a while."
Hazel tries to speak, but the duct tape blocks her. Matthew then walks over to her and detaches the duct tape from Hazel's mouth. Hazel catches her breath.
"LET ME OUT! I NEED TO GO PEE SO BAD!" cries Hazel.
Matthew glances at how the urinal treated her clothing.
"I like your new look, Hazel." says Matthew.
"Oh shut up, pervert! Release me!" demands Hazel. "Or at least take the duct tape off of my pussy so I can pee!"
"You know, you've experienced enough. I'll take it off right now." says Matthew.
"Thank you!" says Hazel.
Matthew feels towards Hazel's pussy and takes off the tape. Hazel moans, and floods a river into the urinal. Matthew then starts studying Hazel's body.
"You know... it's not normally I encounter a half naked girl all tied up..." says Matthew.
Hazel doesn't even notice what Matthew says because of the amount of pleasure she's experiencing releasing three hours of held urine. Matthew steps closer to Hazel.
"I think I'll have my fun with you, and then we'll call it even." says Matthew.
"-What?!" says Hazel concerningly.
Matthew drops down his pants and goes inside Hazel. Hazel's pee stream gets interrupted, and the back and forth motions of Matthew's penis send Hazel into the realm of both pain and pleasure. Matthew's penis goes in deeper, and starts pressing against her bladder. Hazel's bladder jogs around violently as Matthew fucks her hard. Hazel moans with pleasure and tries to hold herself together. She squeezes her legs, and Matthew feels the tightness of her pussy. Matthew starts moving even faster. Hazel wants this to stop, but another side of her wants this to never end. Hazel's bladder fills to the brink of it almost bursting.
"STOP! STOP! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! I NEED TO PEE!" screams Hazel.
"Okay, okay," says Matthew. "I guess I could use a little break."
Matthew's penis then exits Hazel's pussy, and Hazel starts to flood into the urinal again. Matthew is catching his breath, and Hazel is trying to get as much urine out of her body as possible before he goes for round two.
"You know, I'm starting to need to use the bathroom as well." says Matthew as he's catching his breath. "But where can I pee?"
Hazel doesn't like where this is going. Hazel hasn't even let out half of her bladder yet, and Matthew is thinking about using her as a toilet.
"Oh well... you'll do." says Matthew.
Matthew takes his penis and inserts it deep into Hazel. Hazel's stream gets interrupted again, and the pressure is making her need to cum. Matthew then floods into Hazel. Hazel moans at the warmness, and the feeling of being urinated into. Her need to pee combined with Matthew's urine expands her bladder even more. After a good minute of urinating, Matthew's stream stops. Hazel thinks it's finally over. Then Matthew starts moving his penis back and forth inside of her. Her beyond full bladder is now pleasuring her insides beyond what she could've ever imagined. Matthew starts feeling at Hazel's breasts. Hazel had never had someone touch them so tenderly and seductively before. Matthew then cums into Hazel's pussy, and takes his penis out of her. The warmth of Matthew inside of her, her ever-growing bladder, and her breasts being fondled were all enough to make her cum.
Since Hazel's cumming, her body can't pee, which causes her to cum more. She moans uncontrollably and then starts flooding into the urinal again with both Matthew's and her urine combined. The stream then overflows the urinal, and starts dripping onto the back of her legs. Soon enough, the stream flows down to her ankles. The release of urine is almost orgasmic, and she cums again. Ten minutes go by, and her stream completes.
"Okay..." says Hazel trying to catch her breath. "I'm done. Can you uncuff me?"
"Sure," says Matthew. "I'm done here anyways."
Matthew presses another button on the urinal and it releases Hazel from the cuffs. Hazel then drops down into the overflowed urinal and splashes urine all over herself. Urine is streaming down her neck, to her breasts, and to her stomach. Hazel is completely soaked. Her thighs are completely submerged in the overflowed urinal. Matthew then leaves the bathroom, and laughs. The door closes.
"I'm gonna kill him." says Hazel.
THE END |
I am going to continue my recent spate of publishing stories I have saved over the years and reworked. This was a real favourite and again, I am pretty sure it was originally posted on Experience Project. I have weaved some of my desperation magic over it, but this isnlt far off the original, that was posted as an experience, and I absolutely love it!
I set my alarm for 7am to give me time to get ready as I was popping into work to finish up some paperwork but needed to be back for lunch with the family at 2pm. For some unknown reason my alarm decided not to go off so I woke at almost 8am in a panic, I leapt out of bed, quickly showered, pulled on my bra and knickers, tights and a tight pencil skirt and white blouse. I was meeting my boss at work briefly so opted for high heels instead of my daily work wear flats. As I pulled on my coat and grabbed my car keys I realised my bladder was full and I had neglected my morning pee, but work was only 40 mins away, maybe even less with the quiet Sunday roads so I opted to wait until I arrived instead of making myself even later. I grabbed my tablets and a bottle of water, throwing my tablets down my neck and swallowing down the whole litre bottle of water, wow I was thirsty!
I rushed out to the car and jumped in, taking out my phone to quickly ring my boss to inform him I was on my way. I placed my key in the ignition and the car spluttered and coughed, I tried again and again but to no avail... It just would not start! What a superb day I was having! I left the car and decided to catch the bus to the train station; I waited almost 15 minutes for the bus, forgetting it was Sunday so everything was limited service. I needed to pee and was already regretting not spending 5 minutes relieving myself before leaving the house, I was also regretting the high heels as my feet were already sore from standing up. Eventually the bus arrived and I took a seat for the 15 minute journey to the train station.
I was right and there was very little traffic so it took no time at all to arrive at the train station, I ran off the bus and into the ticket office, only to find that there was nobody there, so I rushed down to the platform. The ticket machine there was not working either, so I decided to buy my ticket on the train instead. There was only one bench at the station and someone had been sick all over it so I stood up. This was the curse of Sunday morning travel I suppose! I paced up and down the platform trying to keep warm and take my mind off my need to pee. I was starting to feel a bit bursting now, but knew as soon as I went upstairs to use the toilet the train would inevitably arrive. Half an hour passed and still no train, I was cold, desperate to pee and my feet hurt, I decided that it would be nice to sit down even for a minute on the loo and relieve my bursting bladder. I walked back up the long ramp to the ticket office and approached the toilet, it was locked “Please obtain keys from ticket booth” read the sign on the door... It was closed, the station appeared abandoned! I looked around, bobbing up and down as I did, trying to find some relief from my now aching bladder.
As I searched for a member of staff I noticed a sign lying flat on the floor in front of an empty easel, I picked it up and re-instated it. “Due to repairs no trains will be running today, a railway replacement bus is available every hour on the hour from the front of the station” I growled in frustration and exited, glancing at my watch as I did so, 20 minutes more to wait. I decided to walk to the bus stop to see when the next bus to town was, I had just missed one so had half an hour to wait, and I decided the railway replacement bus was a better solution so walked the 5 minutes back to the station. I hadn’t planned on so much walking in my heels and my feet were extremely sore, I slipped my shoes off one by one and placed my feet on the cold flagstones, it was bliss for my aching toes but agony on my bladder, which spasmed as the cold moved through my body.
I slipped my shoes back on and winced, positioning myself behind a wall to hide from the icy cold wind, I found I was not overlooked so tried to place my hand into my crotch to give myself some very much needed relief from my now aching lips, to my dismay my skirt was too tight so I couldn’t get near it without hiking up my skirt, which I could not do in broad daylight for fear of being discovered. Eventually the coach turned up, about 5 minutes late but still, it was here and best of all it was a coach meaning it would no doubt have a toilet on board. The doors opened and a wave of heat hit me, I hobbled up the steps keen to take the weight off my feet, I smiled at the driver and turned to face the coach... It was packed! I found a seat next to a very smart looking man, I longed to run straight to the back and throw myself down onto the toilet bowl but didn’t want everyone to know how desperate I was so decided to sit for a while then make a casual stroll there after ten minutes or so.
I tried hard to sit still but I was desperate for a wee, so I couldn’t help fidgeting. I bobbed my leg up and down uncontrollably and decided that I couldn’t wait much longer. I was still trying to exude a calm exterior, so decided I’d wait until the next station then get up to pee.
“I bet you’re freezing” came a voice next to me,
“I’m sorry?” I blurted startled,
“I can feel you shivering against my leg, would you like to swap seats the heater is burning my ankle here”
I was confused, I didn’t think I was shivering, then I realised, the bobbing of my leg must have felt like shivering to him. I smiled and thanked him; my feet were absolutely frozen so I decided to take him up on his offer. I stood up and let him out before sliding back into his warm seat, I slipped off my shoes and placed my feet in front of the heater, bliss! I wriggled my toes and breathed a sigh of relief as the feeling returned to them, once they were nicely warmed I realised my error... Now that I was sat by the window I had no choice but to wait until my companion got off before using the bathroom, as I couldn’t possibly disturb him again.
The waistband of my tight skirt was digging into my bulging bladder, I tried to pull it away but couldn’t even get my thumb down into the top of it so opted to suffer, and suffer I was! I looked at my watch, 10:15am; my God I was so late... I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my boss saying I would meet him tomorrow instead as I was running extremely late, he quickly replied that this was ok. I was soon boiling hot, I shuffled around trying to remove my coat in my limited space without disturbing the person next to me. I managed it but had jolted my bladder in the process and was bursting for the loo now, I contemplated asking my neighbour to excuse me but decided against it, another 5 minutes passed though and I thought I was on the verge of wetting myself, it was either ask him or soak him when the floodgates burst, I opted for the former...
“Excuse me, could I get past you to use the toilet please?” I asked, turning towards him desperate to get out,
“I would say yes, but I fear it would be a waste of time, there’s no toilet on this coach” he replied “A woman asked the driver earlier if there was one and he replied that there was not, she is sat at the front there” he pointed at a blonde haired lady a few seats in front of us, “I could ask the driver to stop at a petrol station or similar if you like, I’m sure she would be glad of the option of relief?”.
I took a moment to consider. “Oh no, I’m not that desperate” I lied, “That poor lady must have been in order to ask the driver, I’m surprised he hasn’t stopped already if he knows she needs the toilet”,
“Well yes, that was over 45 minutes ago she must be ready to explode as she appeared desperate when she asked, crossing her legs and holding on to the seat”,
I was concerned by part of his sentence, “How long have you been on this coach then?” I enquired, “The entire train line is normally only just over an hour from start to finish and we’re miles from our destination” I continued.
“Well this coach is replacing 3 different trains, which is why it is so packed, so we’re stopping at all stations from all three routes, I’m going a few stops from the end and the driver said it would take almost three hours as we have so many stops and are crossing most of the county”.
I tried not to panic, “Oh, how long have you been on here then?” I repeated, keen to be able to work out how much longer I would be captive on the coach and crucially how much longer I would have to try and hold in my pee. As I awaited his answer I glanced out of the window and realised I had no idea where we were.
“Erm, let me see...” he looked at his watch “I’ve been on here for about an hour and a half, no almost 2 hours, so there’s about an hour to go to my destination... Traffic permitting” he laughed. “Where are you going to?”,
“I’m going to the end” I sighed, “Better make myself comfortable”.
He laughed, “Well I guess that’ll be about another 15 minutes to half an hour after I get off, the next stop is a main junction so I think a lot of people will get off, I’ll leave you alone and find a seat of my own when one comes available!”
I thanked him and went back to staring out of the window, my bladder was throbbing, by now I was so full it was beginning to hurt, I didn’t think I could hold it for another hour or more but knew I had no choice but to try, I had no idea where I was so there was no use getting off to search for a loo. I rubbed my hand over my tummy, my bladder had swollen and was filling my skirt, being compressed by the fabric and with my waistband digging deep into the top of my bladder all the liquid was being pushed downwards, I tried to push my skirt down discreetly but it was so tight there was no way. I was beyond uncomfortable and kept squeezing my lips tightly, it hurt with every squeeze but the few seconds afterwards as the pain subsided felt like utter bliss. I kept repeating this, as well as pressing my pee hole down into the seat to try and massage it... I was deep in thought, miles away, lost in my desperation when the bus hit a kerb and jolted hard many people gasped with the shock; it woke some people up... I gasped as I felt a huge spurt of pee escape.
I instantly sat bolt upright and clamped my thighs together, clenched my bum cheeks and squeezed with all my might, I could still feel pee leaking out; dribbling through my tightly clamped muscles, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, breathing slowly and as deeply as I could manage trying to regain control, I rubbed my warm hand over my spasming bladder gently trying to calm it... “Mmmm” I felt a groan escape as I fought to stop the dribble becoming a full scale flood.
“Are you ok, do you need me to ask the driver to stop for you?” the man next to me asked, I opened my eyes somewhat startled by his question, I tried to look relaxed before replying
“Oh... Erm, no, no, honestly it’s fine I was just startled” I laughed nervously and continued to rub my bladder, I was back in control but it was hurting now. The coach stopped and sure enough most people got up and got off, a couple of people got on but the coach was almost empty, the blonde lady was still sat a couple of seats in front of us.
“Do you still need the toilet? Sorry, stupid question of course you do” his voice penetrated my thoughts once again, “There’s a toilet in the petrol station across the road I could ask the driver if he would mind waiting?”
Before I had chance to reply the blond lady turned around “Would you mind? I’m not sure I can hold on much longer I don’t know about you?” she turned her attention to me,
“I’m okay” I lied again “But I’d be more comfortable if I could use the loo”. Secretly I was DESPERATE, and hoped he asked the driver to wait as I was full to the brim and about to burst, thankfully he was a gentleman and so got up and made his way to the front, leaning in to the driver he talked quietly to him, they both glanced back at me and the blonde lady but to my dismay the driver shook his head and pointed to his watch.
The coach started moving again and he walked back toward us, taking up a seat across the aisle from me,
“I’m sorry ladies he’s running very behind so can’t stop, he said we’ll be at our destination in around half an hour”,
“I can’t hold it that long, I really can’t” the blonde lady whimpered, “How about you?” she gestured toward me.
“Oh I should be ok for half an hour” I lied again, she turned back around and I tried to get comfortable, I looked across at the gent who had been sat next to me, he was staring out of the window, I unbuttoned my waistband, it helped slightly but not enough, I unzipped the zip beneath it and rubbed at my bladder through my tights and knickers without the thick skirt fabric covering it... I pulled my coat over me and slid my hand down into my crotch, rubbing at my pee hole with my finger, pressing on it as I relaxed my aching muscles. It felt good, but not quite as good as it could, I slid my hand down inside my tights and rubbed myself over my knickers, I relaxed just enough to relieve my muscles.
As I massaged I pulled up the bottom of my skirt with my free hand so my legs were free to move, all the time covered by my coat, I pulled my legs up onto the free seat next to me and placed my hand deep in my crotch to hold back the flood, I placed my head on the window and made myself as comfortable as possible. My bladder ached and throbbed, trying hard to push out the oceans of pee contained within it, I had worked out that the last time I relieved myself was after work at 6pm the previous day, it was now quarter past 11 in the morning, so I was holding over 17 hours worth of pee inside my bulging bladder. And what a bulge it was, protruding painfully out of my abdomen it was almost too sore to touch, it was rock hard and heavy, and began to cramp, I rubbed my hand over it very gently trying to soothe the pain and ease the cramping. I was desperate for a pee and bounced my leg up and down, shuffling my bottom as I did.
I watched the blonde lady, I could see her head bouncing up and down and could tell she was wiggling furiously in her seat; she would lose it soon I was sure. The bus jolted again and I felt another spurt escape, I gasped and felt something catch in my throat, I began to cough and felt myself wetting again. I clamped everything shut and coughed... The man who had been sitting next to me passed me a bottle of water, I drank from it but continued to cough so drank more and more, finally I stopped coughing and gulped down the remaining water without thinking, another half litre bottle, my throat was so sore and dry. My stomach was sloshing around when I nestled back into my seat and pulled my coat over me, my bladder was hurting from the increased pressure of my full stomach pressing down onto it. I pulled up my coat to cover my shoulder and placed my head on the window again, we were stopped at a station and more people got off, we seemed to sit there for an age and I felt my eyelids becoming heavy despite my desperate state, with my hand in my crotch I was deeply uncomfortable but was unlikely to lose it...
I woke with a jolt as I was thrown forward on my seat, the driver sounded his horn, I was crippled with pain from my bursting bladder, and I gasped and groaned as I felt myself losing control. I sat up, remembering that I was virtually naked on my bottom half I pulled my coat over me I was peeing hard for about 3 or 4 seconds before I regained control. I could barely breathe, my stomach was no longer sloshing and my bladder was so full it was utter agony; I folded my arms over my stomach and bent forward, sobbing in pain. I was SO desperate for a wee and could think of nothing else, I placed my hand down my tights and rubbed at my pee hole as another spurt escaped, I was bursting and so desperate to let go. I hardly cared who saw as I bounced up and down, fanning my legs open and closed, I placed my other hand into my crotch but felt pee escaping through my fingers, I moved forward on the seat, using the front of the seat to press my pee hole! I could feel the seat was sodden beneath my bottom, but despite leaking so much I still felt desperate and very full.
I looked around and was startled to find I was the only person on the coach, I pulled my skirt down and zipped it up as far as I could manage, straightening my skirt as I did so. I stood up and moved forward a seat, looking back at the large wet patch as I did so. It hurt to stand up; my bladder pushed down and caused me pain as the full weight of it succumbed to gravity. I stood for a few seconds though, crossing my legs and regaining full control of my bladder, when I felt better I sat back down again, remembering I had left my shoes in the seat behind, I stood up and went back to get them, being swayed from side to side with the motion of the coach as I did... It was 11:30am as I sat back down and I noticed we were finally close to my destination, I was thankful. I pulled my skirt up again and crossed my legs, pressing my hand into my crotch again as I did... It compressed my bladder to have my legs crossed so I uncrossed them, leaning forward in agony as my bladder cramped and pushed out another squirt. I was unbearably full and desperate to let go, my head hurt and I was tired and dizzy... I couldn’t sit still and could think of nothing other than releasing my very much needed pee into the toilet at the station.
It was then that I heard a whimper... The sound of a woman sobbing and groaning, I looked around me then noticed a blonde ponytail hanging over the edge of the seat in front, I poked my head around and there was the blonde lady lying down on the seat, legs crossed tightly, her hand was passed beneath her bum and was pressing on her crotch from behind, I thought this was strange but perhaps in her position it helped more, she was rolling around in agony, twisting her bare feet around one another and curling her toes, I couldn’t see how swollen her tummy was as she too was beneath her coat but she was clearly completely desperate and about to lose it at any second, I doubted I had ever seen anyone so close to the edge. She let out a long groan as she buried her face in the seat...
“Oooohhhhhh, Ahhhh, Oh God” she moaned, I moved to the seat opposite her and tapped her head. She glanced at me and immediately sat up looking embarrassed, “Oh” she gasped “I thought everyone had got off, sorry” she panted as she stopped pressing on her crotch and instead placed her hands under her knees and rocked back and forth looking at me leaning forward. I was sat perched on the edge of my seat, hand down the front of my skirt holding my pee hole with a pained expression on my face. Simply desperate to release as I rocked back and forth fanning my legs and rubbing my pee hole with my hand, pressing down to press my hand into the seat to apply more pressure!
When she saw me she said “I can’t hold it any longer, I’m surprised I’ve managed this long with the baby lying on top of my bladder squashing it”,
“Oh wow I hadn’t realised you were pregnant” I gasped through gritted teeth “Oohh, how far along are you?” I added, moaning in pain as an urge hit me.
“9 months, I’m on my way to my parents house as I’m due to give birth in a few days and my husband is away, oh I’m wetting myself how embarrassing” she replied, she leant forward once again placing her hand beneath her bum, now I looked it was obvious that she was pregnant her bump was huge which explained why she was having to press her pee hole from behind.
“I wish I could put my hand between my legs like you are but my bump’s just too huge, Oh I can’t hold it in it’s coming out I’m so sorry I can’t believe I’m wetting myself with just minutes to go after all these hours”
“Sit on your heel” I ordered, “Curl your foot up beneath you and use your heel to press your wee hole shut” she looked at me but without hesitation did as I asked, adjusting herself and moaning in pain as she did so, she shook her head “It’s not working I can feel it about to come out” she panicked, “Ohhh, oh, Oh God, Oh that’s better, Oh it hurts but it’s better, at least I’m not wetting myself” she added as she visibly relaxed after getting her foot in the right position, “I need to go so bad I’m not even going to make it into the station” she said as she used both hands which were now free to pull her trousers away from her belly, “Ooh that helps too” she said rubbing her tummy, she pointed to her belly as she bit her lip, closer her eyes and winced in agony, a lone tear ran down her cheek as she continued to point and rub, I looked where she was pointing to see her belly moving and writhing around as the baby inside moved, she opened her eyes and shook her head as she looked at me. He’s not happy he’s got no room in there she panted as she held her tummy and rubbed it slowly, carefully breathing in and out in agony as she tried to remain in control. “I need to go, it’s not fair on him, I’ve been holding it in since about 8am... and it’s so painful, how are you doing?” she asked.
“Much better than you, at least I haven’t got a baby pressing down!” I replied, arching my back and pressing my pee hole down into the seat as I wiggled my bum to hold on. She was leant forward cradling her tummy moaning and panting in pain,
“I can’t tell whether I’m having a contraction or I just need a wee THAT bad that it’s hurting” she cried, looking at me with pleading eyes, “I’ve got to go seriously”.
With that the coach came to a stop, I looked up to find we were at the end of our journey, I pushed my feet back into my shoes and stood up. My skirt almost fell to the floor as I remembered it was undone; I pulled it up and zipped it up half way. I grabbed the blonde lady by the arm and helped her to her feet, “Oh God” she cried and sat back down panting and groaning in pain. I waited until she felt better and helped her up again, holding her shoes in my other hand I helped her off the coach, she stopped and held onto the side of the coach with her legs crossed, the driver had parked against a wall meaning we were between the coach and a brick wall, he got off, closed the door and walked into the station leaving me with the lady.
I was bursting for a wee, and desperate to run away and leave her but just couldn’t, she was unable to move and was in agony so I stayed with her.
"Come on darling" I said, desperately, "we'll make it together, oh god, oooooooooh, ssssssss, oh, It hurts, oh god it hurts, i need a wee, I've held on for so long, please try and hurry"
But she couldn't, as I turned around she was a picture of pure desperation, she was shaking like she was having a seizure, her hand frantically desperately working at her waistband.
"Oh no" she wailed out loud, "oh no, I'm sorry" As I watched a heard an audible hiss from between her legs and saw a wet patch start to appear, then to my astonishment she pulled her trousers and knickers down and squatted down, a huge splash of pee hit the floor followed by a long stream of pee, she visibly relaxed once again and let out sounds of relief, I stood, legs tightly crossed and knee pulled up to try and hold back my own flood as I watched hers splash out of her. She had peed for about 30 or 40 seconds in sheer bliss, before opening her eyes and ;looking at me. “Oh that’s so much better, I couldn’t have held it any longer I’m so sorry” she said, scanning me, bent forward and bursting for a pee, steadying myself on the coach, “You should do the same” she added. "OK, I said, frantically working my pussy, trying to edge down my skirt, her flood had increased my own desperation, and I really couldn't hold on.
"Will you please stand guard for me when you've finished, I've never done this before, but I don't think i could hold it till I got inside, oh god, I've never been this desperate for a wee in my entire life!" Relief was so close, and it was going to feel soooo good, "Oh god, please try to hurry" I moaned at her, still gushing at full force onto the bus station floor, "I can't wait any more."
With that I started to try and pull down my tight skirt and knickers in one movement. They edged away from my bum, and bunched around my thighs as I started to drop into a squat. I was about to explode with an almighty torrent, when at that exact moment, a security man appeared from behind the bus,
"What the hell he exclaimed, as I frantically shot back up to my feet, trying to cover my frantic pussy, as a quick squirt of wee escaped."
The pregnant woman didn't even budge, her gusher tailing off into a much steadier stream. "I'm sorry" she said looking him in the eye, there was absolutely no way I could wait another second, it was a true emergency" the lake of pee she was squatting in the middle of confirmed her story, she must have been frantic, as her pee finally slowed to a trickle. She calmly stood up and pulled up her knickers saying "I'm 8 and half months pregnant, and that was a ridiculously long bus ride with no toilet facilities, I could sue you know, god it feels better now"
"Sorry love", said the man, "I didn't realise you were pregnant, are you OK, you must have been bursting?" as he spoke I had both hand clenched into my naked pussy as another spurt of red hot frantic wee worked its way past my tightly clenched muscles.
"OH fuck" I exclaimed, "Look, I'm really sorry, but its kinda an emergency for me too, I'm absolutely mortified to do this, but I''m gonna have to pop a squat here too" I let go of my desperate pussy and started to drop onto my haunches when he bellowed,
"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING YOUNG LADY, cover yourself at once"
"Oh but please", I whimpered, so so desperate for relief I was willing to do absolutely anything, "please just turn a blind eye to it."
"Certainly not" he retorted, it is a criminal offence, I've already seen too much, now cover yourself up at once, there is no chance I will be turning a blind eye, I will have you arrested if another drop of pee ends up on this forecourt, now hurry off and use the station lavs!" I pulled my skirts and knickers back up, checked that she was ok, and resigned myself to making it. that bastard would not win.
I stood squirming for a second, I felt in some sort of control, and then I waddled off into the station, 11:45am... I had been holding my pee in for almost 18 hours and had been desperate for about 4 hours, I had peed loads into the bus seat but was still bursting at the seams and in agony, barely able to walk. I waddled slowly into the station, following the signs for the toilets. I approached the ticket barriers and a wall of inspectors, I began to search my bag before realising I never bought a ticket so was unable to get to the loos, I approached the ticket machine and punched in any destination, £2.30, I searched my purse but had no change whatsoever... I shoved my card into the machine and stood bouncing, dancing a furious pee dance as I waited for it to authorise.
I rushed over to the ticket barrier doubled over in pain and desperation, I showed the man the ticket,
“You want the barriers over the other side luv” he replied
“No I just want the loo” I exclaimed, dancing in front of him
“Well there’s loos over there too, just past the ticket windows and around the other side luv”
I groaned as I tried to walk there, stopping every few steps to clench everything and hold in the flood, I was about to lose it but couldn’t move any faster, every step jolted my bursting bladder, so full now that I couldn’t touch it, even rubbing it hurt now, the skin was so highly sensitive and stretched, someone asked me for directions, I hurriedly blurted out the information that they wanted and wondered why they had asked me out of everyone! I was standing holding on to a pillar, legs firmly crossed and tense, everything clenched, I doubted I would make it any further, but then the pain subsided and I made a break for it.
I reached the ticket barrier and showed my ticket, asking where the loos were at the same time, I headed straight for them and went to go through the turnstile, 11:55pm... OUCH! The turnstile wouldn’t move and crushed my bladder as I banged into it, I watched the woman next to me drop a coin into the turnstile and walk through, I had NO change whatsoever! I moved away and searched my handbag before going back to the barrier,
“Please, I’m literally desperate for the toilet, can you let me in please” I begged, bouncing up and down, pee dancing, running on the spot and grabbing at my crotch, unable to get near it because of my tight skirt. I had left my shoes near the toilets to enable me to move faster so was dancing around in my tights,
“I’m sorry you need to pay to get in there”
“I know but I have no change, please it’s an emergency I’m going to wet myself” I begged again, he wasn’t about to let me in...
I pushed past him and toward the cash point machines, pulling out my card as I approached, there was one person in front of me so I danced and hopped around whilst waiting, eventually they moved, I stood waiting for it to register my card, this took forever, then tapped in my PIN, which was incorrect, and again, INCORRECT, I tried to concentrate but was so desperate my brain was floating in pee I was sure of it, I selected cash and typed in £10. THIS MACHINE ONLY DISPENSES £20 NOTES came the message on screen, “For God’s sake” I yelled as I clenched everything in my power, holding my tummy still as I swayed from side to side trying not to wet myself, everyone was looking. PROCESSING... the screen said. I was about to explode by the time my £20 came out, now I just needed change, I spotted a newsagents so rushed in, picked up a bottle of water and went to pay, once again a Queue! I waited for the 4 people in front of me to pay, all the time bending over, doubling up, crossing and uncrossing my legs, dancing a pee dance and groaning in pain, my bladder was at bursting point and I could feel the pee right at my hole. I was about to wee myself, I eventually paid for my bottle of water and rushed back toward the toilets, rifling through my change as I arrived back at the ticket barrier, I flashed my ticket and rushed back to the toilets, studying the turnstile as I did.
“Insert 50p coin to enter” I read out loud. I looked at my change, to my horror I had no 50p coin, just lots of 20p’s... I was about to burst into tears when a woman approached, “Excuse me do you have a 50p coin I can swap for change?” I enquired, I tried to stand still as she looked through her purse, and I noticed that she was crossing her legs as she looked, clearly desperate herself but I doubted she was topping my desperation level! I tapped my foot and crossed my legs as I stood there, desperately trying to hold on the last few moments but with relief so close it was increasingly difficult, it hurt to hold back and I doubled over as she continued to search, she stared at me, as In started a full blown pee dance infront of her.
“I’m sorry I’m so desperate” I explained, she was about to give me the 50p when I added “I think it’s wrong that you have to pay to get into the loos anyway!”
“Oh do you?” she asked, producing the magical 50 p which would finally allow me to pee!!"
“Yes, and it must be a 50p coin, I’ve been holding this is for about 4 hours the last thing I needed was to be tantalisingly close but priced out, I had a purse full of change too, ooooooh god I need to pee!” I laughed, wincing and grabbing my tummy in pain as it jolted painfully with my giggle.
“Oh well, I’m so sorry" she said, her face changing "but in that case I need this coin, I’m desperate too, I’m so sorry I hope you find one, maybe the Information desk would give you one” and with that she placed her coin in and entered the toilets. I tried to follow her but the turnstile locked and wouldn’t let me.
I rushed over to the Information desk and begged for them to change my coins into a 50p piece, they opened the till and began to sort through coins, I tried to hold on but was so close to losing control now, I crossed my legs, bent forward and put my head on the desk, it took them forever, I had given them a £1 coin and they handed me back 5 20p pieces, I was in shock as I looked at them,
“I need a 50p piece for the loos” I screamed,
“Oh OK I’ll run and get you one -from the ticket office” the lady replied.
I groaned and squatted down in front of the desk in agony, I was about to burst, “Aahhhh” I moaned, pushing my hand down the front of my skirt again I rubbed my pee hole as pee rushed right to the opening, I was about to wet myself when a chirpy voice said “Oh where’ve you gone, here’s your 50p” I grabbed it off her and tried to stand, thanking her as I did.
I steadied myself on the counter before slowly and gingerly wondering over to the turnstiles again, I was exhausted, in agony and slightly delirious with the pain and sheer fullness. I rubbed my bladder and felt how rock hard it was, solid and ready to pop it was agony to touch and burning hot, it ached, just like my lips and thighs which were quivering with the effort of holding back so much for so long. I couldn’t wait to let go, I dropped my 50p into the turnstile and walked forward, the cold metal pressed on my swollen tummy as I did, it was almost too much to bear, I felt pee rush downwards and a wave of agony almost took my legs from under me... I held on to the walls as I walked into the huge white bathroom, it looked like heaven, a row of pure white stalls ahead of me. I groaned in desperation as I touched the first one and it was locked, pee began to leak from me and I pulled up my skirt over my hips and placed my hand into my crotch, the second, third, fourth and fifth stalls were locked too, excruciating sounds of frantic pee streams and moans of relief were all I could hear from within. I began to pee, it was pouring down my legs and I was panicking, I ran forward door after door was locked closed, the last cubicle opened and I ran toward it, pee streaming down my legs, I tore down my tights and knickers as I went not caring who saw me, I threw the door open, ran in, banged the lock across and threw myself down onto the seat...
Wee burst out of me with startling force, I bent forward and doubled over, rubbing my tummy as my bladder relaxed, it was so painful I thought I would pass out, eventually the pain began to subside to a dull ache and I started to feel better, I was so glad to finally be empty that I began to cry. I sat back onto the toilet and panted, glad to be able to breathe again. I sat there for a few minutes before wiping myself and removing my soaking tights and knickers and putting them into the sanitary bin. I stood up and zipped up my skirt, slipping my feet back into my shoes I left the cubicle and headed for the sink to wash my hands. My bladder was painful and jolted as I walked, I placed my hands under the tap and became aware that I was subconsciously crossing my legs, surely this wasn’t possible... I dried my hands and went to walk out but sure enough I needed the loo again. I entered another cubicle and before I could unzip my skirt I felt as though I was about to wet myself, I sat down and pee poured from me once again, a good 30 seconds later I was still going strong!
I decided not to bother with work so got a taxi outside the station, it was around a 40 minute journey via taxi to home so I relaxed and made myself comfortable, sure enough just ten minutes in I was uncomfortably full again and by the time we were ten mins from home I was holding myself under my coat and bouncing around in the back of the taxi. We hit traffic and I was frantic in desperation, I asked the driver if we could stop but he ignored me, I tried to hold on until I got home but it was unbearable, I was so full! I held on pretty well and paid the driver, he parked and let me out, I couldn’t move and was frozen to the spot in desperation, I waited until he was out of sight and fumbled in my bag and pockets for my keys, I rifled in my coat pocket and what should I find... a 50p piece! I could have relieved myself much sooner at the station without the going back and forth, saving myself some pain! I was struggling to find my keys so headed for the wall to empty my bag out, as I began to do so I heard a splash and felt my legs get wet, I was wetting myself! I couldn’t stop it so opened my legs as best as I could and let it out, pushing a little to gain relief quicker.
Needless to say I was far too exhausted for dinner with the family so merely got my pyjamas on and went for a nap, waking up to a bursting bladder every half hour or so! |
So, another piece that's based on a true story, or rather, a true set of circumstances. Partly, kinda and sorta. I'm going to make it clear right at the outset that the true elements this time is limited to my former workplace, the two featured protagonists and their respective role (and appearance), and the general situation (the presentation part) which indeed took place. That was enough to set my imagination in motion though, and I actually began writing this already a few years ago, only to forget about it until recently (spurred on in no small part by the great @Kayn with whom I've been having some very inspiring back-and-forth lately). It will be posted in parts, as usual, and not only due to my habit of not keeping things short this time. Without further ado, let's find out what *totally* happened during this initially not very promising day at my former job.
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Part 1
I once worked at a big multinational IT company in one of several service desks and on this particular day we had a visit from a couple of colleagues from abroad working at one of the offshore sites (neighbour countries to you and me), two girls in their mid-to-late twenties, Rebecca and Linda. Among other things, they were holding presentations about their department and how we're supposed to work together towards the customers. Both girls were really good-looking, thin and medium height. Rebecca had a short Twiggy-like haircut and brown hair, wearing a dark blue collared shirt and really tight-fitting pale blue jeans. Linda had a bit longer, page-like dark hair, glasses and wore a black polo shirt and a pair of black jeans. Like I said, both were really cute but Rebecca was definitely the most attractive of the two.
The presentations were to be held twice with half the desk staffers attending respectively, the first one was to start at 8:30 AM and the second one at 10:00 AM. I went up along with a few of my colleagues, expecting to get the presentation over and done with. We stood among the other group members, some of them discussing who should sit in on this round, all the while I stood waiting idly by the side waiting for someone else to make a decision. As they talked I glanced toward the front of the room as Rebecca and Linda were preparing the presentation. I noticed Rebecca standing with her legs crossed but didn't think too much about it apart from how sexy she looked in those tight, tight jeans as the fabric stretched across her twisted legs. They were fumbling with the screen in order to get the presentation showing up but couldn't get it going. Rebecca seemed a bit impatient to get it going and I slowly became aware as of why.
A couple of minutes went by as my colleagues talked and during that time I saw Rebecca uncrossing her legs only to immediately bend her right leg upward while wiggling her knee across the other leg while Linda was struggling with the screen. If she wasn't displaying an urge to get to a bathroom, she definietely was the restless kind. I knew what I hoped for. Then she put down her leg and bent her knee over the opposite thigh, wiggling it a bit back and forth while squirming her upper body. About then it was decided that I belonged to the other half who would attend the second session and that we should get back down and resume working in the meantime. I silently cursed that my show was interrupted but went back down, making a mental note of gratitude for the brief desperation scene performed by the cutest girl I had encountered in quite a while, and in such a sexy outfit at that.
Little did I know this was only a prelude...
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I thought about the most likely ensuing turn of events; she would probably leave quickly before the presentation and go to the toilet and that would be it. However, this is where it starts to get hot. The lunch room is located on that same floor (our desk was located one floor down) and the only toilets on this floor are located out in the stairwell, outside the door for which you need to swipe a card in order to pass through.
Before I went down to my floor I went into the kitchen to get myself a mug of coffee and as I stood waiting for the machine to do its thing, I noticed Rebecca walking briskly toward the door to the stairs. It was obvious she was heading for the toilets outside but as she swiped the card (all visitors gets a temporary visitor card) the door wouldn't open. She tried it again a few times and seemed frustrated. From where she stood, I couldn't be seen where I was in the kitchen by the coffee machine, so she didn't notice my indirect precense. I rallied the thought of opening the door for her, but didn't for two reasons. One is more or less obvious because I'm a perverted son of a bitch, but I actually had a rational reason not to as well, as she wouldn't be able to get back in lest someone happened to pass by outside afterwards.
She looked down the hallway but no one else was around. She then briefly glanced into the visible part of the lunch room as well before deciding that she had to get back to start the presentation, so she hesitatingly headed back to the room with a bit more careful steps. I couldn't get my mind off of her, trying to get to a toilet but was tied to a tight schedule and having to get back to a presentation with a presumably full bladder. On the other hand I figured she would excuse herself during the session or, if she didn't, at least endure it and rush off to the bathroom with a borrowed card.
Little did I know this was still only a prelude...
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Fast-forward one and a half hours and it became my turn to join the remainder and get up to the presentation. My mind was more than anything on the upcoming lunch break as I had become quite hungry by then, but it would soon shift focus. As we entered the room, both girls were standing at the front like before, fiddling with the computer in order to reset the presentation and get going again. Naturally, I immediately focused on Rebecca and to my absolute amazement, everything pointed at her not having been to the toilet yet, despite it being over one and a half hours since she frustratingly had tried to find relief! She could hardly stand still even though she obviously tried to, shifting her foot and crossing her legs alternately while she fingered on the laptop. I silently prayed she would somehow be hindered if she tried to escape, which I was sure she would do. Carrying on with yet another presentation would be madness considering her apparent state!
But she continued tapping on the computer, anxiously looking at the clock which approached 10:00 AM, all the while fanning one leg in and out, waiting for the computer to obey her commands. At last she appeared to be done as she turned to Linda, saying something I didn't hear but I concluded that it was toilet-related as Linda handed her own card over to Rebecca who immediately turned for the door. As fate would have it, several people stood in the door opening, prompting her to wait and as she did, someone worded a question if it was time to get going yet. Rebecca looked like she was about to utter something, but hesitated for a second and then went back to the front of the room. She handed the card back to Linda who said something I again didn't catch, to which Rebecca shyly nodded. I imagined Linda asking Rebecca if she really would be able to wait until after the presentation, or something to that effect, and Rebecca betting all her pennies on it.
The presentation commenced and Rebecca was clearly in distress. She displayed worried furrows on her forehead behind her fringe and had problems standing still even though she obviously tried to. She constantly moved her legs in a subdued fashion, stepping back and forth as she waited for her turn to talk. When she took the word, she tried to sound normal but she had a nervous hint in her voice. She tried to stand still with crossed legs but was turning her body around slightly from left to right as she spoke. I wondered how long she reckoned she would get away with this without causing suspicion even from the non-desperation-junkie part of the crowd (presumably everyone else). The thought of her feeling that she absolutely had to constantly move about in order not to piss herself was really turning me on!
The agenda itself all but escaped me, being all focused on Rebecca's struggle. As the session proceeded, she seemed to grow more and more impatient, and not necessarily due to being tired of going on and on about processes and whatnot. Believe it or not, for reasons unknownst to me, there are actually people out there who find ITIL routines interesting. Rebecca was obviously one of them because over the course of those two hours, she managed to keep her composure passable enough in order to concentrate on the presentation. To someone cursed with an omo radar like me, she was clearly doing everything she could to pass on her movements as natural, but as the minutes progressed, she had more and more difficulty standing still whenever she wasn't talking. Sometimes she stood aside with her hands behind her back, biting her lip, pinching her legs together, slightly turning from side to side on the spot. Occasionally she even bent one knee over the other whilst doing a slight curtsey, all the while trying to minimize the movement as if not to give away her predicament. In those tight jeans though, every tiny bit of those movements were on full frontal display. I was definitely nursing a semi by now.
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At last, about 20 minutes before the scheduled session was to end, the presentation was done and there was a slot for further questions and discussions. As is always the case, there were these overly ambitious souls who just had to chip in with their know-it-all attitudes and delve in on some really insignificant detail that doesn't matter for anyone in the end. This time I was actually thankful for that, because Rebecca was clearly dying to get out of there. Her wordings were short and snappy by now and as she stood discussing all these really insignificant details with the overly ambitious souls, she leant against the table at the front while rythmically twisting her body around with one knee bent over the other. The tight denim clinged to her thighs and buttocks in tandem with her twisting movements, occasionally even outlining her muscles working overtime to bear the bulk of her urinary emergency. By now her desperation could hardly have escaped even the casual onlooker. No one made a point of it though, and Rebecca herself didn't make any attempt at cutting things short either, probably as the session was winding down anyway.
Then finally at 11:30 it was time for lunch. As I exited the room along with the others, I saw Linda and Rebecca still by the front table. Rebecca couldn't stand still to save her life by this point, constantly stepping from side to side and curtseying down as she gathered the equipment, cables and stuff. The last thing I noticed before disapperaing down the hallway was her whispering something to Linda with a slightly panicked expression to which Linda responded with a concerned face. I could only imagine that it was once again toilet-related and that it was becoming absolutely top priority to do something about her urgent need.
Alas, I had no rational excuse to hang around and find out about any of it as it was now lunch time and I was about to tag along with my fellow support technicians to the usual food hangout down the street. But in all honesty, even despite my then substantial hunger, I would gladly have traded my lunch for being able to stay in the vicinity of Rebecca. All throughout the meal, I sat feverishly wondering about the potential outcome of her desperation. The most likely though was that she would finally be able to get to the toilet and relieve herself and that would be the end of that.
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Fast forward to around 3 PM that same afternoon. It was high time for a break so I locked my computer and walked off to the lunch room for the obligatory coffee. After having topped up my mug I took a seat by the entrance to the hallway, idly scrolling on my phone. I noticed from afar the entrance doors opening down at the far end of the hallway and I briefly looked up. I immediately noticed those cute girls among a couple of other in-house staffers. Of course my eyes zoned in on Rebecca and for about half a second I could have sworn she looked somewhat different.
Then it dawned upon me: She's no longer wearing light stretch jeans, she's wearing black business pants.
Why is she wearing black business pants?
Why didn't her tight jeans see the day out??
Why did she feel the need to change pants all of a sudden??!!
My heart started to race.
Edited November 20, 2022 by Apan
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Part 2
"Linda! Could I please borrow your card?? I really need to nip off to the toilet before we start!"
My colleague whispered in a very anxious tone just before the second session was about to commence.
"What about your own card?", I enquired, "And didn't you go before this morning?"
"No, I didn't get the chance! My card wouldn't work! Please? It'll be but a minute, tops!"
"Right, but hurry up, will you!", I replied while handing over my own card, being somewhat irritated at Rebecca's stressed out behaviour at such an inappropriate time.
So she took my card and made her way towards the door, but there were several people gathered around the entrance of the room, making it nigh impossible for her to get through without causing a disturbance. As Rebecca stood and waited to be let out, all the while nervously biting her lip, someone mentioned aloud that the session was about to begin, and they weren't wrong. This casual but definite announcement prompted everyone to file into the room and take their seats. I saw Rebecca doing a slight curtsey looking quite frustrated. I assume she realized she couldn't leave now as everyone was expecting us to get on with the session. After all, this was their worktime being spent. As she stood by the door, she closed it and rejoined me at the front. I asked if she was alright to which she nodded.
We commenced with the presentation just like we had during the previous session and we put up our slides and made our way through the bullet points, passing the word back and forth between us. Whenever I wasn't concentrating on what to say, I noticed how distracted Rebecca had started to become. Whenever she had the word, she was stepping back and forth in a manner she hadn't displayed during the previous session. I started to feel a bit concerned about her discomfort caused by her rising need for the toilet. After all, if she had been needing to go even before the first session, I could imagine how pressing her need would be by now. She did manage to keep it together but as the first half of this the second session was about to wrap up, I was thinking about calling for a brief break, if only to send her off to the restroom.
But as we were about to move on to the second half of the presentation, during which we would talk about the specific routines regarding our internal tickets, Rebecca continued with her transition into the next part. I guess it must have felt kinda unnatural to interrupt herself in the midst of the talk, so I rolled with it and chipped in with my thoughts on the matter. After all, had it been an actual emergency, she would have excused herself. Thus, our session continued, some of the staffers clearly more interested than others. On one hand, I couldn't really blame those who weren't as this is not the most exciting part of working within IT, but on the other hand it's important that everyone is on board with how things are supposed to work.
As I was about to wrap up our second half before the concluding Q&A, I did notice Rebecca standing beside me, clearly restless and fanning one leg in and out with her hands behind her back. She made no effort to interrupt the proceedings though so I figured she was fine despite her nervous posture. Besides, we were nearing the end of the session anyway so there was no point in calling for a break at this stage. As we finished with the actual presentation and opened up for further questions, several hands flew up among the crowd in the room. It's always nice to see at least some interest in what you're doing, and there were indeed some intelligent insights and questions flying about between us.
All the same, I was starting to become more and more concerned for my colleague by this point because as she was interjecting in the conversation, she was keeping her wordings shorter and snappier than usual, clearly hinting of a desire to get out of there as soon as possible. The ambitious part of the group was in no hurry to wrap it up though so we had no choice but to uphold the session until the very end. Rebecca stood leaning with her hand on the table while twisting around, once again with one leg slightly bent over the other. I could almost sense her frustration as the clock neared half past 11, minute by minute.
Finally, the session ended and we could send the group on its way. Unfortunately for Rebecca, the two of us could not leave just yet as we were meeting up with a few of the higher-up staffers on the site for a brief rundown of the site localities. All in all, we were scheduled to be around on this site for two whole days, this being the first, and apart from this initial presentation before the desk workers, there were several meetings and other assemblies to squeeze into that tight timeframe during our visit.
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As we were stuffing away the equipment at the front of the meeting room, Rebecca whispered in a clearly worried tone:
"How long do you think this rundown will take, Linda? I'm seriously about to piss myself!"
I was rather taken aback by my colleague's acute announcement. As I looked up at her from the snakepit of cables on the table, I saw her curtseying down with her knees bent over each other while supporting herself against the table. I realized that I definitely had underestimated her need.
"Well, we're supposed to get some time for lunch as well, so it shouldn't take too long. Will you be alright?"
"I honestly don't know, I've been needing to go all morning since I couldn't get out with my card earlier, and I'm absolutely bursting now!"
She sounded very concerned so I was about to lend her my card again and send her on her way, preparing an excuse for the slight delay for the staffers, but as if on cue, they entered the room at that very moment. I could see the frustration in Rebecca's eyes, but then I thought of something:
"This is a rundown of the site, you know", I whispered, "When we're taken on a tour around the building you have an excuse to nip off to a toilet on the way"
"Yeah... I guess", Rebecca replied somewhat hesitantly. I knew she was rather shy in general among people, especially unknown people, so outing her need was probably the last thing she would have wanted. Judging by her anxious manners though, it was sure to be climbing upwards on her list of priorities quite soon.
The group of staffers that joined us in the meeting room consisted of two incident managers (IM:s) and three delivery coordinators (DC:s), one from each service desk team. Upon entering the room and greeting me and my colleague, one of the DC:s immediately stressed how we would need to speed up proceedings somewhat. The already packed schedule had been somewhat disturbed by an ongoing major incident at one of the bigger customers, so these guys were needed elsewhere really. They did manage to make time for this briefing though, but it was clearly somewhat improvised due to the circumstances.
"Will there be time for a quick tour around the facilities?", Rebecca managed to shyly chirp in.
"Yeah, we were supposed to take you two around the place during this briefing. We'll have a quick lookaround after this if there's time left, otherwise we'll have to squeeze that in later. We have to prioritize a major server issue that had the courtesy to welcome itself now of all times. Really sorry if we're a bit stressed out at the moment."
Talking about squeeze, that's exactly how Rebecca's legs reacted to the reply, all the while writhing around on her heel while supporting herself against the backrest of the chair. She looked really worried by now, probably at the prospect of not being able to utilize the tour for naturally excusing herself.
Nonetheless, the two of us sat down at the meeting room table while one of the DC:s displayed yet another presentation on the projector screen, depicting the organization for this particular site and its relation to the other domestic sites around the country. Rebecca obviously had a hard time concentrating by now, sitting rigidly on the chair and bouncing her legs up and down while her gaze momentarily wandered off to the clock on the wall. The DC:s took their respective turn in presenting the roles and customers of the different service desk teams on the site, everyone of them trying to speed things along due to the aforementioned server incident that beckoned for attention. My desperate colleague was certainly welcoming this attempt to hurry things along, and not necessarily due to said incident. She was likely more concerned with avoiding a completely different kind of incident...
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As the DC:s took their turns speaking, Rebecca sat upright on the chair, gripping the sides of the seat while squirming around like a corkscrew back and forth. I could tell she was doing everything to suppress her movements but anyone who paid any attention to her would be left in no doubt that they had a very desperate girl within their sight. Even though I was primarily paying attention to the DC:s and their service desk rundown, I couldn't help but wonder what went through her mind at that point. I imagined her being totally stressed out at the prospect of not being able to catch a break during our hectic schedule and what she would do about it. Those light stretch jeans would leave nothing to the imagination if she ended up not finding a toilet in time!
15 minutes passed. Luckily for her, sort of, the other guys in the room were preoccupied with their presentation as well as with the ongoing server incident behind the curtains. At any one time, several of them were simultaneously monitoring the proceedings on a couple of laptops on the side whenever they were not engaging in the presentation. The overall mood was a bit tense and scatterbrained and these guys obviously had enough on their hands and minds as it was, and in the midst of all this turmoil, my poor shy colleague was stuck with a bursting bladder. I could only imagine her internal struggle between trying to not show off her desperation while at the same time constantly probing for the slightest opportunity to request a bathroom break.
But no such opportunity reared itself. Another 15 minutes went by and the DC:s and IM:s in the room made perpetual attempts at keeping their presentation coherent but were constantly distracted by that damned incident, every now and then needing to interrupt their talking and address the issue in passing. Meanwhile, Rebecca continued her anxious corkscrewing on her chair, alternately fanning her legs in and out, and slowly grinding them together up and down.
Her movements started to evoke the memories of a girl in my class way back during my schooldays who actually ended up having an accident in class, the only wetting accident I've ever witnessed. She had repeatedly been denied a bathroom break and I remember seeing her squirming on the chair just minutes before the teacher was interrupted by a sound I can only describe as steadily increasing rain, accompanied by an anguished cry. The poor girl had wet herself only minutes before the class would end, and now I couldn't help but being reminded of it all by the sight of Rebecca's squirming. I was almost expecting the sound of liquid suddenly cascading from her chair as her bladder exploded into her tight jeans right there. Even though it felt totally alien that a grown woman would wet herself in any situation, let alone in a foreign office while being expected to act all professional, I was honestly beginning to sense a very real possibility. Oh, my poor colleague! I have to help her out!
"Excuse me", I chirped in, "Not to stress you out or anything, but will there still be time to take that tour around the site before lunchtime?". I made it sound as casual as possible while still trying to hurry things along. Asking for a break without asking for a break, if you like, since I didn't want to embarrass my colleague.
"Yeah, certainly", one of the DC's replied in passing before turning to his colleague, "We have covered just about everything for now, haven't we?"
I glanced at Rebecca who in turn stared intently at them in anticipation for the upcoming relief window about to open, sitting rigidly with her hands gripping the chair, her knees tightly held together while moving slightly from side to side.
"I think so..." the other DC replied in an uncertain manner while tapping on his laptop. Rebecca bit her lip and took a few panting breaths.
"...but weren't we supposed to..." he continued. Rebecca momentarily stopped moving as her eyes widened. "...yeah, we should probably go through this as well so we don't forget about it, don't you think?", he said to his colleague, pointing at his sceen. I caught Rebecca silently whisper "Please no..."
"Right, we'll wrap it up with this final thing and then we'll take that tour if there's still time, alright?"
I could almost feel Rebecca's frustration. If nothing else, I could definitely hear it in the form of a stifled groan as she realized we wouldn't be let out of the room just yet. On one hand, she would probably feel ridiculous asking for a break when there was just this final thing to go through, I know I would. On the other hand, there was no telling how long this "final thing" was going to last. Probably no more than a few extra minutes, but when you're absolutely bursting for the toilet, those extra minutes can mean the difference between life and drench. Her legs were silently drumming up and down, her hands resting in her lap, if "resting" is the right word as she was very tensed up by now. The DC's did what they could to wrap up the whole thing, but it seemed that the server incident just wouldn't leave them alone. Apparenty it was serious enough for an onsite team having to be mobilized as it was all going on way off in another town a couple hundred kilometers away. The guys obviously had to prioritize the remote management and monitoring via mail, chat and telephone which left little attention for me and Rebbeca.
Suddenly I noticed her hand ascending, clearly trying to get the attention of the DC who was currently holding court. Again she reminded me of that girl in my class in her dire need for relief at the mercy of the stern teacher, and it felt almost surreal how Rebecca somehow ended up in a similar situation where she had to resort to acting like a little schoolgirl. But then again, what could she do if it stood between this and sitting there while piss rained from her chair? None of the guys noticed her at first, the one holding court passing thoughts between him and the other one at the front while fiddling with the laptop upfront, the remainder gathered around their laptops on the side, one with a phone to his ear trying to get hold of the onsite technicians. The server issue was already a top priority affair, but it seemed it had brought a very important part of the customer's infrastructure to a standstill, meaning they simply had to get those onsite guys working on it or things would go to hell in a handbasket very soon. And in the midst of all this turmoil, Rebecca's had her own emergency going on, not necessarily about to bring any infrastructure to a standstill but it would definitely keep the cleaning staffer busy for a while, not to mention bringing one certain girl to utter devastation...
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Rebecca sat rigidly with her arm half-raised for at least 15-20 seconds, gently twisting around on the chair while anxiously waiting for any of the staffers to recognize her. Then finally:
"Yes...", one of the DC's at the front threw a glance in Rebecca's direction. She lowered her hand, drew a breath and prepared to utter her request.
"...one moment and we'll get to your questions..." Rebecca whined and gripped the side of the chair again, "...just need to get through this", the DC continued. "So, we've got this new customer about to transition into our environment..."
I could have sworn I saw tears emerging in Rebecca's eyes. Just how desperate must she be if she was willing to interrupt them for a toilet break just before we were about to wrap it all up? Bit by bit, the whole scene was turning into a virtual reenactment of my schoolgirl memory. That girl had pissed herself just as the lesson was about to end, and now Rebbeca was sitting here, again just as the session is about to end! I almost panicked on behalf of my poor desperate colleague who by now was pinching her legs so tightly together she was almost shaking. I had to do something.
"Really sorry to interrupt, but are we about to wrap it up?", I interjected. "It's approaching lunchtime for us and there's still that tour..."
"You're absolutely right. Really sorry for the haphazard presentation, we really need to get going if we're going to be able to take you ladies around here."
"We were more or less done with the customer overview for now," his colleague continued, "and you will sit in for a more thorough overhaul tomorrow morning anyway, I believe. Let's wrap this up and take you for a walk around the localities".
As he packed away his laptop, I stood up, as did Rebecca, veeeeery carefully with her knees pressed together. As she was more or less standing, she suddenly twitched and crossed her legs really tight as if being hit by something inside, which she probably was. Oh my god must she be desperate! She held her breath for a couple of seconds before relaxing somewhat, althought still with her legs tightly held together as she supported herself against the backrest of the chair. We moved towards the exit of the room, eagerly awaiting the guys to get their stuff together and finally taking us on that confounded tour. As I stood by the door, Rebecca moved towards me in tiny steps, all the while keeping her thighs tightly together, grinding back and forth as she walked.
"Please, Linda..." she whispered, the panic all too obvious in her voice, "...your card, I have to get out NOW!!"
Acutely aware of her colossal emergency, I instantly handed over my card which she immediately grabbed and then she set off down the hallway, disappearing around the corner towards the exit. I saw from behind the back of her thighs scissoring around each other as she hobbled away, her light denim jeans tightened around her wiggling bottom in tandem with her movements. I almost expected the tight fabric to darken around the creases as she desperately tried to reach the toilet in time, which I sincerely hoped she would do.
As Rebecca vanished out of sight, Martin, one of the IM's, emerged from the room, clearly stressed out.
"Terribly sorry for all the commotion, but we need to shuffle things around a bit. The server incident is beckoning for our attention so we will have to postpone that site tour after all."
"That's ok by me" I responded, not really bothered about it anymore since Rebecca had managed to get her relief anyway.
Martin continued, "We just discussed how to proceed with today's program, as most of us need to attend the incident now. I suggest that before lunchtime - what is it now, about 20 past 12 - yeah, if you girls don't mind having your lunch at 1 PM, my suggestion is that you two split up, you will come with me and your colleague will go with Jim here, and we'll meet up with the account managers for the respective customers. That way we'll save some time in the proceedings. Again, terribly sorry for all the fuss, but we'll have to make the best of it."
"No problem, and I'm sure Rebecca won't mind either." I replied.
"Where is she, by the way?" he enquired.
"She's just off to the restroom, she'll be back in a minute."
"Alright then", he replied as a group of gentlemen joined us from the other direction in the hallway. Among them were the account managers with whom we were to have said rundown regarding the company customers.
"So here we have one of our beautiful application managers paying us a visit from afar", Martin announced with a gleam in his eye, "We just decided that we'll split up and Linda here will join one half of us and her colleague the other half. She'll be back in a moment, she's just off for a toilet break"
"Alright then, let's go find a meeting room and then we'll go through this before having a well-deserved lunch", one of the account managers replied. And with that I followed Martin together with three other guys from the newly arrived group.
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About 40 minutes later we were done with the meeting for now and I went out in the hallway to look for Rebecca so we could reconvene for a belated lunch. Also, I realized she still had my entry card which meant I was trapped in here lest I hung onto someone else. I walked along the hallway past a few meeting rooms but no sign of my colleague, so I picked up my phone to check on her.
"Rebecca? I'm ready for lunch now, where are you?"
"Yeah... I'm really sorry, I'm on my way back to the hotel, but I'll hurry back, I promise!"
What the hell, I thought, noticing how she tried to cut the call short with her rushed speech. Our day was packed enough as it is, what was she doing detouring back to the hotel all of a sudden?
"Why are you going back to the hotel now?" I asked, slightly irritated.
"I need to... well... I've got to... get myself another pair of pants...."
"What?! Why?!!" |
Part 3
FINALLY they were done with their stupid questions! Not that it mattered now since they managed to use upp the whole remainder of the session and now me and Linda were supposed to sit in for yet another round before lunchtime. I had been praying for the Q&A to end quickly enough for me to run off to the bathroom before the upcoming rundown, but of course that wasn't to happen. It was already 11:30 and what little window in time there might have been had all but vanished.
Don't get me wrong; I had been looking forward to this day and getting to know the site and the people working here and all, but I was absolutely bursting to pee, not having had the opportunity to get to the toilet for the whole morning just because of that stupid card not working! I had been suffering in silence through three hours worth of presentation with my bladder steadily and heavily filling up, all the while trying not to let on how desperate I had become in front of all the staffers in the room. I did manage to get through the first session by keeping it in merely with my muscles down there, but as the second session rolled around I honestly felt I had to move about in order not to piss myself, it was that bad! I had tried to stand still on occasion but I just had to move my legs about, occasionally pinching them together while as subtly as possible curtseying up and down in order to apply at least some pressure between my thighs, and I just prayed that no one would interpret my movements as anything other than me simply being tired from standing. Being desperate is bad enough, but letting others know it is beyond the pale. I think I got away with it though, as the staffers seemed to be absorbed by the actual presentation anyway.
But now I couldn't really hide it anymore, and I mustered enough courage to confide in my colleague my predicament:
"How long do you think this rundown will take, Linda? I'm seriously about to piss myself!"
"Well, we're supposed to have time for lunch" she replied, obviously somewhat bemused at my admission, "It shouldn't take that long. Will you be alright?"
"I honestly don't know," I reluctantly admitted, because my bladder was full to the point of actually hurting, clearly running out of space by now, "I'm absolutely bursting!"
I prepared to receive her key card and run off for a second attempt as I stood leaning against the front table while pressing my legs together bouncing up and down ever so slightly in order to try and ease my urge. It was embarrassing enough to own up my pitiful state to Linda but I simply had to try and get away before...
...the DC's and IM's entered the room. Damndamndamndamn! My chance was gone, for now. Linda was obviously concerned enough for me to suggest that I excuse myself and nip off to the toilet once we were out and about in the building for the guided tour we were supposed to get. I knew it made total sense even if I was very reluctant to admit my need to anyone, much less strangers, but by now I was approaching the point where an actual accident was imminent, and I don't need to tell you how devastating that would be! But in order to even get that opportunity, we had to be taken on said tour, and as it just so happened, there was an ongoing server incident which somewhat derailed the attention of the staffers. It seemed that the rest of today's schedule would be a bit touch-and-go. I was worried as hell that I wouldn't get the chance to sneak off to the toilet soon. I just had to gauge the situation. I stood behind a chair, supporting myself on its backrest while trying to suppress my squirming while shyly uttering the question as casually as possible:
"Will there be time for a quick tour around the facilities?"
If they said no, I didn't know what the hell to do! I bit my lip in anticipation.
"Yeah, we are supposed to take you around the place during this briefing." Oh thank god!
"We'll have a quick lookaround after this if there's time left" WHAT DO YOU MEAN "IF"??
"Otherwise we'll have to squeeze that in later." No, nononono, not later, now!
"We have to prioritize that server issue that had the courtesy to welcome itself now of all times. Really sorry if we're a bit stressed out at the moment."
I stifled a groan while squeezing my legs together. I just hoped and prayed they would get this rundown over with quickly so we could finally set off to where I could naturally excuse myself. At least I could sit down for a moment, which meant I could press myself onto the chair in order to hold it in. At least, that's what I hoped. Immediately after sitting down I had to move about because if I was to sit still, it would come out, guaranteed! I looked down briefly at my light denim jeans and realized in horror just how very obvious it would be even if I merely leaked in them, not to mention had an actual accident! Not only would I have to avoid a full-blown wetting, I couldn't even afford a minor spurt if I was to survive this! I thought back on getting dressed this morning and had been considering putting on a pair of black business pants I had with me but ended up going with these stupid tight jeans instead. At least those black pants wouldn't show off any minor leaks, I figured. Granted, the jeans went much better with my dark blue shirt but I was in no mood for finding out how a pair of visibly soaked jeans would go with it! I convinced myself that adults simply don't piss themselves, even though I couldn't shove away the realization that every bladder must have its upper limit, and the urine must go somewhere whenever that limit is reached...
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Me and Linda sat down by the table while the guys commenced with their own presentation. I tried to concentrate on what they were saying but my ever-incresing desperation gave no quarter. I had to bounce my legs up and down as I sat all tensed up on the chair because once again I was certain I was going to start peeing if I sat still. I did everything I could to suppress my movements but everytime I ceased my leg bouncing or my squirming around, I immediately felt my sphincter starting to give way, about to let the massive load of urine through, with absolutely no regard for my pants still being firmly on and me not being nowhere near a toilet. It was an absolutely horrific feeling!
15 minutes in and the DC's continued taking their turns, but I was already beyond being able to follow them by now. I caught myself glancing towards the clock on the wall every minute, urging its hands to move faster. We still had no idea of how long this was going to take but I kept convincing myself that for every minute that went by, I was getting closer to the toilet and that every next minute would be the last. I hung on to that thought for dear life as I felt my bladder pulsating while my involuntary gyrating tried to persuade it to hold on for just a little bit more. My mind was already slowly wandering down the hallway towards the stairwell and the toilets. Meanwhile, the guys trudged on with their presentation but that server incident kept getting in their way, slowing down their progress and derailing their attention. For every tiny disturbance, I realized that the malfunctioning server was slowly eating away on the promised tour and therefore devouring any tiny opportunity I'd have to escape to the toilet! I drew breath in between my teeth in frustration as I fanned my legs in and out in order to help my poor sphincter to hold back the oncoming flood.
"Excuse me, Not to stress you out or anything, but will there be time to take the tour around the site before lunch?"
Being so deep in concentration of holding it and counting down the seconds, I was slightly startled by Linda's sudden question. The DC currently talking immediately replied:
"Yeah, certainly, We have covered just about everything for now, haven't we?"
My heart was racing. I held my breath and bit my lip in anticipation for what his reply implicated. We were done. I was about to be released. My urine was about to be released. And into a toilet. I would make it, I wouldn't piss myself.
"I think so...", his colleague confirmed.
I stared at him while pressing my legs tightly together, chewing away on my lip, panting shallowly. Just say it! Just say that we are allowed to...
"...but weren't we supposed to..."
Nononono, you were not! You weren't supposed to anything! Please don't be supposed to!
"...yeah, we should probably also go through this so we don't forget it, don't you think?"
Oh no. Please no. It can wait, I can't!
"Right, we'll wrap it up with this final thing and then we'll take the tour if there's still time, alright?"
I groaned in absolute frustration as I rapidly bounced my legs up and down with my hands pressing down in my lap. Why are they dragging it out? Weren't you supposed to dedicate your time to us? Why can't you leave that server incident to some other staffers? You realize that not everyone has the luxury of not needing the toilet, right? You realize that there might be other potential incidents imminnent in your direct vicinity? But of course they didn't realize. Why would they? No one had reminded them. I became more and more aware of the very real possibility that when they finally realized it, it would be by the sound of urine streaming down on the floor from my chair! I knew I was the only one in the room that had the power to prevent that. Still, I sat there, silently - I hoped - drumming my feet and desperately gripping my thighs, frustratingly praying for them to wrap up their talking, convincing myself that they were about to, constantly gauging the tone of their speech and the structure of their phrases, scanning for the tiniest token of every next sentence being the last.
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But that last sentence seemed to never arrive. My bladder ached like nothing I've ever experienced, threatening by the second to push my inner contents through my exhausted urethra, only stopped from doing so by my sheer willpower and my twisting about on the chair. I knew I was powerless against the clock, and the vain hope for them to realize my need was nowhere close to saving me. We could be here for another minute or for the rest of the day, there was no telling. I knew the only thing left in order to gain even the slightest upper hand over the situation was to interrupt them and ask to be excused. There was nothing else for it, however utterly humiliating it was. I was going to piss myself if I didn't. I rehearsed it in my head, over and over again:
Can I go to the bathroom? Can I use the toilet please? I have to go the ladies, can I leave? Would it be ok to go to the toilet real quick? Can I please be excused? Why? Because I really need to go the bathroom! Can't you wait until we're done? No! I'm about to have an accident!!!
I could just as well have gone: 'Please sir, can I please go to the little girl's room? I'm going wee-wee in my knickers!' Damnit, why is this so hard! Adults don't ask to be excused! But then again, adults don't wet themselves either but somehow I had managed to get myself into a situation where I was about to. I felt a giant spasm, almost pushing my bladder's contents out from between my legs. I panicked and just about grabbed my crotch as my hands were already in its vicinity. I had to ask. Come what may, whatever words I'd stumble over that would let me out of this nightmare!
I carefully raised my right hand in front of me to get the attention of the DC upfront. Please see me, don't make me beg aloud like a silly schoolgirl! But he didn't see me, he was preoccupied with sorting something out on his computer together with his colleague at that very moment. I waited and waited, probably no longer than a few seconds but it felt like hours, and in tandem with my ever-incresing desperation, I felt my embarrassment follow suit. The longer I would sit with my arm raised like this, the more obvious my pressing need would become because why would I persist with having it raised if it wasn't an absolute emergency and IwasabouttoPISSMYPANTS! Oh god, another spasm! I had to twist my body momentarily to one side on the chair while pressing my thighs together.
"Yes?" he finally uttered as he noticed my hand. I prepared for the utter disgrace of having to ask the mean mean teacher to go potty before the little schoolgirl had an accident. I breathed in...
"...one moment, we'll get to your questions..."
He turned back to his computer. I almost fainted, having to press myself onto the chair once again. Clearly oblivious to my emergency, he continued:
"We just need to get through this. So, we've got this new customer..."
I honestly felt I didn't have even 'one moment' to spare, I had never been this desperate in my whole life! Should I beg? It became clearer by the second that I would have to, despite the humiliation. I pressed my thighs together so hard I was shaking, my bladder ached like absolute hell, the ocean inside me threatening to burst forth into my jeans any second. My heart beat like a hammer, I felt tears emerging in my eyes, I was so utterly distressed I was about to cry.
"Really sorry to interrupt, but are we about to wrap it up? It's approaching lunchtime and there's still that tour..."
Just as I was about to utter the most humiliating plea of my life in front of all these guys, Linda threw in the towel on my behalf. God bless my beautiful colleague! It was embarrassing enough that she obviously had realized my emergency and that I was at her mercy, but nowhere near as embarrassing as the thought of having to beg the guys in the room to interrupt so that I could run to the toilet.
"You're right.", the DC thankfully agreed, "We really need to get going if we're going to be able to take you around here"
Oh God, oh yes, thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!
"We're more or less done with the customer overview for now, you will sit in for a more thorough overhaul tomorrow anyway." the other DC continued, "Let's take you for a walk around here now".
I was finally free, I almost couldn't believe it. I couldn't get to the toilet fast enough, but as I began to raise myself from my chair, I realized that any sudden movement would send ten cubic meters worth of urine straight out into my jeans with total abandon! I had to carefully measure my change in position as I rose to my feet, all the while pressing my legs so tightly together that I almost couldn't keep my balance. It hurt, it hurt so freaking much I couldn't believe it. Please subdue, please! Please give my poor sphincter and urethra one last chance to keep the ocean inside, just for a couple more minutes!
But it didn't subdue; instead a giant spasm pulsated through my lower body, almost pushing it all out with absolutely no regard for the fact that I was still nowhere near a toilet! I crossed my legs as hard I as I could while slightly bending down, horrifyingly realizing that for a moment, the only thing keeping my poor peehole shut was in fact my crossed legs. This meant I couldn't even move, much less run to the toilet! How could it be even possible to get this desperate? What do people do if the are? Do they piss themselves after all? Do people actually piss themselves? No, not in office settings like this, especially not in other's offices. These things just don't happen, they just don't! Please tell me they don't! Please tell me that it is absolutely impossible for a grown woman to piss herself when she's all dressed up and standing in an office amongst colleagues, none of whom are showing even the slightest sign of needing a toilet themselves! Please tell me that life cannot be that unfair!
I stood like that for a few seconds holding my breath before the pain and urge subdued enough for me to start moving out of the room. I walked towards the door, barely able to stand up straight, with small, hurried steps, almost as if my feet were tied together, constantly rubbing my thighs together as they went back and forth in tandem with my steps. I grabbed Linda's arm as she stood right outside the door in the hallway:
"Please, your card, I have to get out there NOW!!", I managed to gasp out in panic.
"Here, do hurry!" she replied discreetly as she slipped me her card. I couldn't run, but goddamn it did I try. The best I could manage was an embarrassing braiding movement with my legs as fast as I possibly could down the hallway. Anyone who would have seen me would be left in no doubt that this girl was seconds from totally pissing herself. All the while that horrible feeling of my twisted legs being the only thing holding back the flood was rising by the second and as I finally reached the door to the stairs at the end of the hallway, I had to cross my legs again while bobbing up and down for the last few seconds before I could finally get my relief.
I swiped the card.
Red.
No.
I swiped it again. Legs crossed, bobbing up and down, pulse rate rising.
Red.
No, nononono, not this, not now, please.
My panic rose as I continued swiping it, ever tightening my crossed legs, but as with my own card earlier this morning, Linda's card wouldn't do anything but flash the red light on the lock terminal!
NO!! WORK, DAMNIT! PLEEEASE!!!! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE!!! |
Part 4
There was nothing for it. I had to go back and get one of the staffers to open the door for me. I braced myself for the biggest humiliation of my life yet, having to beg them to take this stupid little girl to the toilet before she wet herself. I walked back up the hallway to where we had been, stepping carefully not to shake my rock hard bladder while grinding my thighs together, hardly even able to stand up straight because it hurt so much. I noticed one of the IM's, Jim, standing outside the meeting room together with a bunch of other guys I hadn't seen before. As I approached, I took a deep breath (as deep as my bladder allowed) to address my predicament...
"Rebecca, good, we've been joined by the account managers as you might see.", Jim announced and continued without pausing, "The DC's had to attend the server incident so we decided to split the group in half for a brief round right before lunch. Your colleague is off with a few of them together with Martin so let's go find a meeting room and get going"
With that he whisked the group to follow him down the hallway without delay. I couldn't believe it. I had to follow and somehow keep my composure AND keep my overflowing bladder shut for long enough to find a gap in their preoccupation and ask Jim for the toilet. I tried to keep up, walking hunched over in a waddling fashion, my steps somehow short, hurried and incredibly cautious at the same time. I had my arms tensed down my sides, splaying my fingers in immense concentration, and down there in my poor exhausted abdomen rested the single biggest body of liquid known to man, held back only by the ever dimishing strength of my sphincter and the auxiliary aid of my grinding thighs. Each hurried step down the hallway, however cautiously executed, jolted my bladder, constantly threatening to give up, pounding incessantly throughout my bottom half.
Finally, after probably no more than 10 or so seconds even though it felt like a lifetime, Jim led us out of the hallway and into the stairwell, announcing that we were going down one floor in order to claim an empty meeting room. And yes, you guessed it - in contrast to the other stairwell there were no toilets in this one. I limped down the steps as I did my best to support myself against the handrail. It ached, it hurt, it pulsated and I couldn't even breath properly anymore. If I could only catch up with them, catch the tiniest gap in their conversation and discreetly take Jim aside for just a second and have him guiding me to the nearest available bathroom...
Then we entered the hallway on the floor below and I immediately spotted something in a compartment right across from the entrance that simultaneously caused the most highly strung bliss and the direst of despairs, all in one single flash.
Bliss, because it was a toilet.
Despair, because in its opening was parked a cleaning trolley.
I couldn't believe my bad luck. In one single go, I had been thrown a lifeline and had it snatched away! And the guys kept on walking down the hallway, more or less laid out like the one above. By now I was living solely on the tiniest of hopes that I'd be able to get away and use that toilet once the cleaning lady was done. I just had to nudge Jim before we settled down in the meeting room and obliquely announce just a quick moment while I'm off before the meeting. Let it be that the toilet was being cleaned, it couldn't be more than a few minutes.
But I had to find that ever so brief opportunity first, and the guys kept on walking until Jim decided upon a meeting room almost at the end of the hallway. They all filed in with no intention to pause for even a second, so I had no choice but to follow along. Please Jim, just step aside, only for the briefest of moments, please! My heart rate increased as I felt my tiny tiny window rapidly close before me. Please no, Jim, don't walk off to the front of the room, please, let me get just one word in before we start, please Jim, pleaaaaseeee, I have to go to the toilet, I have to, I have to, I have to, I CAN'T HOLD IT ANY LONGER!!!!!!
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But the very moment everyone including myself had entered the room, the site manager closed the door while Jim chatted away with one of the account managers at the other end of the table. I was trapped. And I was more desperate than I could ever have imagined possible.
"Right, so we'll have a brief rundown by the account managers of the respective customer", the site manager started, only briefly looking my way in order to confirm my acknowledge but blissfully unaware of my dire situation, "and then I'd like to take the opportunity to discuss with you all the plans for the application team to take over the responsibility of certain service management"
I wanted to discuss, I wanted to take part, I wanted to get involved in the discussions, but I had not one ounce of attention to spare any longer. My whole being was totally consumed by my otherworldly desperation. I nodded blankly in acknowledgement at his announcement, pursing my lips while standing behind one of the chairs around the table, turning from side to side with one leg bent over the other, hoping that no one would take note of my pitiful movements. Jim sat down near the front of the room, diagonally across from me, leaving me no hope of discreetly leaning in and put forth the request I needed more than I needed my next breath. My abdomen pulsated as urine relentlessly seemed to fill up every tiny crease and crevice inside my poor body. I swear it was substituting the blood in my veins by now. It felt like every next second would be the last before my bladder would execute the final fatal push, hosing down my straining jeans in warm, desperate piss!
And none of the guys in the room were any the wiser. I think I noticed one of the account managers do a brief double take as I shakingly sat down while pressing my poor legs together while steadying myself against the table in front of me, but if he did, he didn't say anything and my vision was too blurred from desperation to clearly notice. Everyone else was preoccupied with listening to one of the other AM's making his way through his customer portfolio. For each passing minute of me not saying anything despite my catastrophic emergency, I felt ever more embarrassed, both from being so helpless and desperate, but also from not daring to own up being so helpless and desperate. And all the while the urine kept inflating my already rock hard bladder like a tyre being pumped far beyond its pressure capacity with no telling of when it was going to blow.
The minutes ticked by, the AM kept talking. Against all odds, I kept leaning slightly to one side as discreetly as possible while rythmically clenching my thighs. Why couldn't Linda be here with me?! She would have spoken up by now, and even if she hadn't, I would have dared to. Just not being so totally alone would have dragged me up from my stupid mental block and have me announce my need by now! I baffled myself with the realization of how two girls amongst all these guys would equate the strength of Atlas supporting the world upon his shoulders whereas just one would barely compare to an ant trying to withstand a falling rock.
I was so helpless. I was so scared. I looked down on my pale tight jeans and imagined what it would look like when the massive onslaught of liquid suddenly burst into them, rapidly oozing through the fabric as it soaked its way upwards in my lap and down my legs. I imagined what it would feel like when my groin, buttocks and thighs suddenly became enshrouded in hot flowing piss inside my jeans, and the smell as it evaporated from the drenched fabric. I imagined the sound as it gushed out between my clenched legs and underneath my bottom pressing against the chair, and then as it ran down on the floor all around me, trickling and splashing into a growing lake.
I could imagine all this very vividly as it came straight from my memory bank, I must ashamedly admit. Still, the last time it happened was an eternity ago when I was still a mere teenager, and even then I don't remember being as desperate as this beforehand! And if this horriffic realization wasn't enough, I also imagined how everyone in the room would react as that stupid shy foreign girl was sitting in a meeting room, totally drenching her lower half in her own urine for no other reason than her being stupid and shy! And everyone would know about it, everyone would talk about it and everyone would laugh about it and no one would ever want to have anything to do with me ever again. For every next mental image, my heart beat faster and faster, cold sweat chilled my body and I came ever closer to burst out crying. I was so very very very scared! I can't piss myself! Not here! Not ever! Never ever ever!
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I couldn't even keep track of the time any longer, the only clock I could comprehend of was the timer on the ticking bomb inside of me, and even then I had no clue what it read, only that it would reach zero very very soon. In hindsight it was maybe about 15 more minutes before the other AM took over and started his tirade. I nodded in shallow agreement whenever I felt I was being watched, constantly pressing my thighs together in a rythmic fashion while subtly writhing around on the seat in order to keep the massive ocean at bay. I was going to die on the battlefield bleeding to death if I didn't speak up now! Again I rehearsed it in my head:
Would it be alright to take just a quick break, not that I need a bathroom or anything but it would be really nice to stretch my legs? Could I just nip off to the bathroom real quick? Can I please go to the toilet? I really have to go to the toilet, can I leave? Please mister, this helpless little girl is gonna go potty in her big girl pants if you don't let her go!
Indeed, this little girl was going to go potty in her pants any second now, but it wasn't that I was helpless really, I was just so incredibly stupid and embarrassed and shy and I hated myself so much for not speaking up and I hated these guys so much even though they hadn't done anything apart from not recognizing my emergency which they of course didn't because I was too stupid and shy and embarrassed to speak up and I hated myself so very very very much I was about to cry!
My bladder hurt more than anything I had ever experienced in my whole life. Not even breaking my wrist in my teens was anything close to this! I tried the utmost to keep my movements to a minimum, but I had to keep writhing around, grinding my left and right thigh over the other alternately, tightly gripping the sides of the chair while lifting myself to ease the pressure on my abdomen. As I wasn't adressed directly at the moment, the others hadn't yet noticed my obvious discomfort. Part of me was thankful they didn't, the other part prayed, begged and implored that they would so I could be released. My mind was in overdrive in trying to conjure up enough courage to speak up and request to leave for the toilet. But I didn't dare, not with the site manager present. But I knew I had to, but I couldn't, but I had to, but I couldn't! All the while, one part of my brain, the part dedicated to sheer stupidity, kept convincing me that it would only be a couple more minutes and that I could endure it...
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But the next couple of minutes went by only to be followed by yet another couple of minutes of them still talking. And another. And another. I had to raise myself off of the chair as I felt the pressure increasing so much it would otherwise simply force it all out by the sheer mass of my upper body. I had no way of telling or even imagine how much there was left of the session, only that I was now unable to even sit properly with my buttocks resting on the seat, because if I did, it would happen! The situation was now fatal. The AM droned on. No ending in sight. I subtly hovered over the seat with my hands gripping the sides as I felt the urine literally having absolutely nowhere left to go! Oh God, I have to say something!!!!!!
Feeling so incredibly embarrassed, I hesitantly lifted my arm to gain the attention of anyone of them while leaning onto the other. But they were still caught up in discussion. My heart raced, my bladder was at its absolute maximum capacity, the strength of my sphincter fading, no means left to support it. And then, on top of all that I felt a deep surge through my abdomen. I pressed my knees and thighs together -
SSHHH
OH NO! OH GOD, THIS IS IT! I gasped in panic as my bladder had enough and forced out a spurt into my panties!!! I froze in the chair, sitting absolutely rock still, not daring to rest my half-hovering body onto the seat, feeling the slightest movement would unconditionally open the taps! I held my breath -
SSSHSHHHH
Please no, please no, please no!!!!!! Another burst, this time long enough to soak the light denim and possibly even the seat. I could even smell the warm urine as it started to soak upwards in my lap, all but evoking my traumatic teenage accident! I couldn't keep it together anymore, I felt a lump in my throat and tears emerging in my eyes. I - representing the application department of a multi-national corporation - was about to piss, and not into a toilet - into my tight jeans on a leather chair in an office in front of the management staff in a foreign country!!!!
"Something's wrong, miss?", the site manager asked, having finally noticed my distress.
I did everything I could not to let out a sob, but failed.
"....I....I have to go to the bathroom.... I'm sorry!"
"Well, we're almost through with this anyway, so.", he casually continued without even realizing what was about to happen!! "Now, we were discussing this just yesterday, about the application team taking over the responsibility..."
SSSSSHH
I could feel it forcing itself out around my butt, seeping into the tight fabric and pooling up on the seat!!!!!!
"IneedtogopleaseIreallyneedtogoI'msorrypleaseI-I-I-I'mhavinganaccident!!!!!!"
I totally panicked, not even waiting for a reaction before flying up from the chair and making a sprint out of the room in just a couple of seconds. I only made it outside the door though before the most massive surge of pain yet shot through my abdomen, causing me to halt, bending down and supporting myself against the glass wall. For a moment, even though it felt like an eternity, I couldn't move. The tiniest movement and I would release it all into my tight jeans. I flexed every single abdominal muscle I could possible summon, pressing my thighs together as if I was trying to crush someone's scull between them. It was absolutely horrible, realizing that I was caught between not being able to move and absolutely having to move but that it would force all this urine out of me in the process! I was so utterly helpless!!!
After said eternity, I actually managed to summon enough abdominal strength to try and make progress again. I started my way towards the restroom at the other end of the hallway, grinding my shaking thighs together in a scissoring manner, lumbering forward almost as if walking through syrup. I couldn't straighten myself up to even a half-decent position now, being in so much pain from the massive ocean of urine I was barely holding back. Oh good lord, please let me make it down the hallway! Please! And for the love of God, please please PLEEEEEASE DO NOT BE OCCUPIED!!!! I started to cry, both out of the devastating humiliation of being seen like this, and out of frustration at the mere thought of the toilet door not letting me through!
Amazingly, a few seconds later I had actually made it to the toilet compartment with no further spurts but now I felt my muscles giving up for good. I felt the urine about to enter through my exhausted sphincter, my hand and squeezed thighs being the only tools available to hold it back, meaning I had literally no time left! I reached out for the handle -
- Locked.
"NOOOOOOOOOO PLEEEEEEASEEEEE!!!!!!!!"
SSSSSHHH
Piss started overflowing through the denim and seep out between my fingers. This was it. This was how it was going to end. I would have a catastrophic accident in front of a locked toilet door after having so publicly and embarrassingly announced my dire desperation in front of my foreign colleagues. Everyone would see. Everyone would point. Everyone would talk amongst themselves about that foreign girl in tight faded jeans who pissed herself outside the toilet. I just wanted to die. I just wanted to never have existed. But my bladder didn't care one bit.
SSSH -
- Click
The poor guy probably didn't even know what hit him. The second - nay, millisecond - he unlocked and opened up the toilet door, I shoved him aside and dashed in with the determination of a kamikaze pilot, acting purely on reflex. The momentary shock of realizing the toilet had become free somehow paused my oncoming release for a second, but I was totally done for. As I fiddled with my jeans button and zipper for a couple of seconds while squeezing and twisting my legs together and bouncing up and down, I felt the enormous gusher resume with absolutely no strength left to cut it off. Just as I felt it filling up my panties, I managed to get them down together with my jeans in one go as I hovered over the toilet bowl for a second before finally landing on it. All the while, the involuntary gusher forcefully sprayed over the back of my jeans and the toilet seat before I managed to position myself the way it was intended.
And I pissed and pissed and pissed and pissed. It was gushing out of me with the force of ten firetrucks, loudly hissing, roaring, splashing and pouring into the toilet, almost as if it was being flushed. There was so much, and it was so powerful, and I was almost fainting from the gargantuan relief. It felt like having literal rocks excavated from my inside. And it just kept on coming, even after a minute I was still pissing full force with no sign of stopping. I couldn't believe the incredible volume I had been storing inside of me. Where had it all been? It just gushed on and on and on, perpetually granting me with the most blissful sensation of utter relief. Then finally, after yet another minute, it started to die down. Heaven's above!
Then the realization came; Had the guy delayed even for a few more seconds, all of this would have ended up in my jeans with me still on the other side of the locked door. All of it! I couldn't even begin to imagine neither the undescribable humiliation nor the equally undescribable ocean I would have created on the floor around me, not to mention how my poor jeans would look and feel! Eternally grateful doesn't even begin to descibe how I felt at that moment. This guy have no idea how close he was to totally ruin my whole life. I realize of course there was no evil intent on his part, but I was so very emotional from it all I couldn't help it.
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I remained sitting after having finally emptied my aching bladder after all these hours of mercilessly gathering urine. The first thing I realized once zooming out was that I hadn't even closed the door, but the guy must have done it for me as he left the toilet. Thankfully no one had walked in on me yet, so I raised myself and reached over to lock it. I surveyed the damage done to my panties which were totally soaked, and my jeans which were damp in the crotch and around the ass, as well as bearing some sprinkled evidence of me not having fully gotten them out of the way before the gusher commenced, although that was mainly on the inside and more felt than seen. It was absolutely nothing though, compared to what had been only seconds away. I was pondering about what to do now. My soaked panties would have to go, no doubt about that, but what about my jeans? Apart from bearing visible evidence of my emergency in the crotch and ever so slightly up the ass and down the inside of the thighs, they would simply be too damp to bear for the rest of the day.
Luckily I had that additional pair of pants with me for the trip but they were back at the hotel, meaning I would have to get back there before resuming the day. As I rallied in my head what to say to the managers in that room, I felt that horrible embarrassment creeping up on me again, but in the light of my newly acquired non-desperate state, it wasn't even close to as bad as it had been before. I pulled up my damp jeans and flushed, washed my hands and braced myself before turning the lock to open the door. The first thing I saw was Jim walking towards the compartment from the hallway.
"Rebecca! Are you alright? You looked really desperate, you must have been dying to go."
"Well... yes, I was", I replied, blushing badly, "I'm so very sorry, but I just had to run off then, it was an emergency." I stood with my back against the toilet door, praying that my damp crotch wouldn't be too obvious.
"I fully understand." he continued, "I know you two have had a fully packed morning and then there was that server incident amongst it all. Really sorry that we didn't think about making time for a break. I hope you're alright."
"It's okay, I should have said something before but I didn't want to interrupt. It's so stupid of me, I know."
"No worries, the main thing is that you made it without having an accident."
I blushed even more at those particular words. He continued:
"Anyway, it's approaching 1 PM so I suggest that you meet up with your colleague once she's done and go have your lunch, and then we'll reconvene in the reception at 2 PM, sounds like a plan?"
"It does. Thanks for understanding, by the way."
"Don't mention it. See you again later!"
"Just one thing, could you let me out the door? It seems that neither of our key cards are working."
"Sure, no problem. Just go down to the reception and they will take care of that for you. I know there have been some issues with the temporary cards"
As he held open the door to the stairwell, I scurried out, blurting out "Yeah, will do. Thanks! See you at 2 then", hoping that he wouldn't linger around long enough to eye the back of my jeans. I hurried down the stairs to the bottom floor and went out into the reception to grab my coat and report the malfunctioning cards. As I walked out on the street, I set off towards the hotel downtown, walking briskly in order to not waste too much time on my deviation. About ten minutes later, just as I approached the hotel, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw it was Linda.
Now, what the hell was I going to say?
Edited December 9, 2022 by Apan
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This was written for @Kayn as a prize for winning the most recent writing competition!
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Kay’s Final Round
Kayla shut off her car and took one last look at herself in her rearview mirror, touching up the makeup that was gently laid on her perfectly tanned skin and making sure that her shoulder length brown hair still looked as perfect as it did when she left home this morning. She finished off the last few sips of the 24oz iced coffee in her cupholder and stood up out of her car in the cool fall air.
She paused for a second to marvel at the monolithic structure in front of her. The headquarters of the OMO Corp, one of the most prestigious companies in her field. Today was a day she had been looking forward to with nervous excitement for weeks, the chance to interview for her dream job.
At 22 years old, Kayla had only just graduated from college and was lucky to have such an opportunity right out of the gate. She had been living with her parents for the past few months and had taken up a part time job as a cashier at a local grocery store. This was her big chance to change all of that. She had already completed several virtual interviews and this was to be the final round. An onsite, series of interviews that would last for most of the day. She checked her watch, 9:50, she was right on time for the ten o’clock start.
As she strode toward the entrance to the building she double checked her outfit one final time. She was wearing a white blouse with a black blazer on top, a pair of tight black pants, and high heels. She looked good, in fact, she had just bought this outfit for the occasion.
Entering the lobby she strode confidently up to the receptionist’s desk and got herself all checked in before taking a seat in the waiting area. She glanced around and spotted a water cooler that reminded her that she probably had coffee breath from the drink she had had on the ride in. Getting back up, she grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with water, quickly drinking it and being sure to swish it around a bit to keep herself as fresh as possible.
After a few more minutes, she finally heard a familiar voice calling her name.
“Hi Kayla, it’s great to finally meet you in person” Courtney said smiling as she approached with an outstretched hand, which Kayla excited shook as she stood up.
Courtney was Kayla’s prospective hiring manager and the person within the company that Kayla had interviewed with and talked to the most throughout the process. They seemed to get along great and Kayla was very excited at the prospect of having her as a manager. Courtney was a bit older, probably in her mid 340s or so, the perfect age to be a mentor to her while also having enough in common that they could easily relate. Courtney actually resembled Kayla quite a bit, with longer brown hair and similar features. Kayla was surprised to learn that Courtney towered over her though, she must have been over 6 feet tall. She already looked up to Courtney as a role model. She was a Director at OMO Corp, exactly where she wanted to be one day, and as much as she did like Courtney, she was just ever so slightly intimidated by her.
The two made small talk as Kayla followed Courtney in to the depths of the massive building, until they reached what Kayla gathered was the HR department.
“Okay” Courtney said “Your first step will be to meet with HR, they’ll ask you some basic questions and go through some paperwork with you, it will take about an hour. After that, you and I will have a one on one, then I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team before we all break for lunch in our cafeteria at around 1. Then after lunch we’ll meet with some of our senior department leaders.”
Just as Courtney finished, another woman approached the pair. Courtney introduced her as Kathy, one of their HR reps “I’ll come pick you up from here at 11, see you soon!”
The next hour seemed to fly by as Kathy took Kayla through some basic HR procedures, but everything went well and before she knew it, Courtney was knocking on the door.
Back through the maze of hallways, Kayla followed Courtney in to her own office, which was quite nice.
“I know you mentioned before that you’re a big coffee drinker” Courtney said excitedly “I have my own cold brew machine right here in my office, do you want to try some?”
Kayla accepted happily, although she felt like she could hardly refuse, and the interview commenced. It felt very casual and informal - which could only be a very good sign.
Like the first hour, this one seemed to fly by as well, and before she knew it, Kayla was following Courtney down the hall to meet with the rest of her prospective team.
As she walked down the hall Kayla felt a fullness in her bladder. Unsurprising given all of the liquids she had drank. She could have asked before they left Courtney’s office but it would be a bit awkward now that they were nearly there and besides, she didn’t have to go badly at all. It was already almost 12pm and the lunch break would be coming up shortly.
Shaking pee thoughts out of her mind, Kayla focused back up as she was led in to a conference room where several people were waiting to introduce themselves to her, and as time went on, Kayla was pleased that she seemed to be getting along great with everyone. Whenever there was a lull in the conversation though, Kayla couldn’t help but let her mind drift back to her bladder. Her need to pee was much more persistent, and she was definitely looking forward to getting to go before lunch now. She had originally thought this was just going to be a quick meet and greet, but now it was 12:45 and it was apparent that they wouldn’t be breaking for lunch until 1.
By the time 1 o’clock rolled around, Kayla’s bladder was consistently aching, and she was really, really looking forward to a bathroom break. She stood up slowly and followed the team out of the conference room and toward the cafeteria, doing her best to maintain her confident stride and stay involved in the small talk. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to notice that her bladder was so full it was practically trembling.
After a few minutes of agonizingly slowly walking, the group was finally approaching the cafeteria and Kayla could see a bathroom right next to the entrance, her salvation. As they got closer, she was already rehearsing in her mind exactly how she was going to break away from the group. “I’ll catch up with you guys in one minute” she would say, and then before anyone could respond, she’d dash in, find a stall, and pee to her heart’s content.
But as they approached, Courtney turned to one of the guys on the team. “Brian” she said “Can you show Kayla how to get lunch and show her where we sit? I’m just going to pop to the bathroom real quick.”
As much as she liked Courtney, Kayla was very irritated now. Popping off was one thing, telling her hopeful boss and prospective future coworkers that no, actually, she had to go the bathroom right now, then having said boss hear her pee from the next stall over, was another entirely and something Courtney really wanted to avoid. So she said nothing, deciding to keep holding it until she got settled with her lunch, and then excusing herself at the earliest reasonable opportunity.
Being led through the cafeteria helped Kayla put her need to pee to the back of her mind for a while. She was at the point where as long as she could stay occupied the urge was mostly still bearable other than the constant dull ache in her abdomen. Sometimes though, especially when her mind happened to wander back to it, she would have to fan her legs a bit to stave it off.
Courtney was planning to sit her tray down at the table and excuse herself, but as they approached the table, a man who she immediately recognized as one of the VPs of her department that she had seen in her online prowling came over to the group and struck up a conversation with them, taking an immediate interest in his potential newest team member.
Kayla was excited but also a bit dismayed when he sat down to join them for lunch. There was now no easy way out of the conversation, so Kayla begrudgingly sat down and tightly crossed her legs, leaning forward a bit to help take the edge off the urge.
Thankfully for Kayla the next hour seemed to fly by as she was kept in constant conversation. Kept so busy that she was barely able to even touch her food. A few more executives, who would be joining the interview after lunch, had joined in on the conversation and kept her so occupied that her bladder had become just a dull ache that she had mostly repressed, only occasionally having the thought in her mind that it was almost completely taught and that at the first possible opportunity she would absolutely have to get herself to a toilet.
2 o’clock came around, and Courtney and the executives stood up to walk with Kayla to the conference room where with the final session would be taking place.
Sitting down and being distracted had really helped Kayla keep her mind off of her now incredibly full bladder, but standing up nearly opened the flood gates. She had needed to go very badly, but now this was an absolute emergency. Kayla couldn’t help but bend forward and slightly cross her thighs to stave off a massive urge. It had been a while since Kayla had need to pee this bad, not since she had been caught out in line for a bar during a girls night out and had basically flown to the bathrooms the second she got in. She remember that pain clearly, she had really thought she was going to pee herself that night but there was absolutely nowhere to squat.
Coming back to reality, she immediately looked up at the bathroom she had walked past on the way in, but was horrified to realize she was being swept in the opposite direction.
The execs led Kayla out of the back of the Cafeteria and rounded a corner leading to an elevator. They all stepped inside and Kayla swallowed hard as she was forced to stand still in the crowded elevator, painstakingly watching the numbers creep up as they headed back to their floor. She had to get a bathroom now, she was going to have to just bite the bullet and ask, whatever it took.
The doors finally opened and Kayla was forced to respond to someone asking her a question, while trying to breathe normally. God she had to pee she had to pee she had to pee!
Whisked down the hallway, Kayla finally saw what she needed most in the world, a bathroom. These high ups were still taking to her and still talking back, but in the back of her mind all she was thinking about was getting her butt on to a toilet. She would just have to ask to go, she’d interrupt someone if she had to, she would actually pee herself is she couldn’t get to a bathroom before this interview.
But, as they approached the bathroom, and Kayla opened her mouth to speak up, a final knife was plunged in to her chest.
“Out of order, please use rest rooms on other side of the floor near Accounting”
Kayla’s mind went blank. Her ears were ringing, for a moment she felt like her vision was blurred. She had convinced herself that she was about to get to let go, no matter what, and now, a wave panic washed over her as her whole plan went out the window. Her mind raced, but her body seemed to be on auto pilot as she passed by the bathroom, denied her ultimate relief, and was ushered into a conference room where should be trapped for the next hour.
She had been so close to relief, and was so taken aback by this turn of events, that she suddenly felt a spurt of burning hot pee escape her throbbing pussy and shoot in to the gusset of her light pink thong. Suddenly aware again of her surroundings, she nearly bent over double and grabbed the inside of her thigh, focusing all of her willpower and cutting herself off, she then feigned a bit of a stumble, not easy thing to do in heels, to obscure what she was doing as she made her way to her seat and sat down.
She wasn’t sure if there had been a lull in the conversation or if she had just been completely zoned out, but Kayla flashed the room a weak smile, sitting and being able to recross her legs had allowed the urge to subside just the slightest bit. Even though her bladder itself still was searing with hot pain, the urgency was not as great and Kay tried to refocus on the conversation at hand.
For about 15 minutes, Kayla soldiered on, having to pee as bad as she ever had in her life, but somehow, heroically managing to focus on her interview, with a lot of wiggling and some tightly crossed legs.
20 minutes in though, Kayla’s composure was starting to fade. She found herself just robotically answering questions with little ability to keep track of the conversation. She was glancing at the clock every 30 seconds. She was never the religious type, but she was paying to god for a miracle to come along and get her to a bathroom. The pain was unbearable. She was squeezing her inner thigh so hard with her hand that she was worried she was going to draw blood.
At the 30 minute mark, Kayla was rocking forward and backward in her chair rapidly. Like she had before she leaked, she could once again feel the pee right on the edge of escape. Her vulva was quivering inside of her still slightly damp panties. Nearly her whole body consumed with the agony of keeping this incredible quantity of liquid inside her.
25 minutes left, Kayla has been almost watching the seconds tick by, scooting forward and backward even more quickly in her chair while knocking her knees together under the table. Finally, she nearly chokes on her spit as a massive urge overcomes her and just a tiny bit more leaks out. She’s actually going to pee herself in this room. In complete desperation, she allows her left hand to crawl up the inside of her thy and give her exhausted pussy a squeeze. Pressing her panties in to herself she can really feel the wetness. She had only meant to do this for a second but realizes she can’t take her hand away. No one can explicitly see what she’s doing, but she realizes she must look ridiculous.
With 20 minutes left, the lead interviewer for this session informs Kayla that they’re just about wrapping up, and asks her if she had any questions for them. She did actually, she had prepared several, but at the moment all she could feel was overjoyed at the fact that she could just say no and that the interview would be over. She hadn’t even considered that they had reserved some time at the end for this.
“NoIdon’tthinkIhaveany” she blurted out, surprising a yelp as another leak escaped.
Pleasantries are exchanged as Kayla makes a gameplan, she locks eyes with Courtney who gives her a concerned but disappointed look. Tears are welling up in Kayla’s eyes. Just a few more moments, just a few more moments and everyone will leave and she can absolutely beg Courtney to show her to the nearest toilet.
She watches as the executives file out of the room, she starts to stand, legs pinned together, but just as salvation arrives, she’s once again delayed, as the last executive, a prestigious looking older woman named Margaret, closes the conference room door.
“Just one more moment dear, have a seat” she says
Kayla slowly lowers herself back in to her seat. It’s agony now, a few more burning hot drops dribble out in her soaked underwear.
“Whatever is the matter dear? You seemed to be doing so well earlier today, but I couldn’t help notice you have seemed a bit out of sorts in this final sess-”
“I’M S-SORRY” Kayla sobs loudly, cutting the older woman off. “I need to use the restroom, extremely badly, I’m an idiot., I’m so. sorry”
There’s a moment of silence in the room as Margaret seems a bit taken aback.
“PLEASE” Kayla wails “PLEASE can I go? Please? I’m so sorry about this”
She’s back on her feet now, nearly bent over double.
“Of course dear I’m terribly sorry” Margaret says quickly “Courtney, please show Kayla to the nearest restroom.”
Courtney rushes to grab her things and stand up, leaving the conference room. Kayla hobbles after her. They immediately go to the bathroom just outside, it seems Courtney didn’t even notice it was closed. Courtney panics a bit, trying to prevent her young interviewee from totally humiliating herself.
“I’m sorry” Courtney says “This way”
Her surroundings are a blur as Kayla follows Courtney through yet another maze of hallways. She hopes to God Courtney doesn’t take her to an elevator, there’s no way she’d be able to hang on if she had to stand still again.
“Just around this corner… I’ll come with you actually, I need to go as well.” Courtney said, trying to sound sympathetic.
Kayla realizes this is the exact situation she had tried to avoid earlier, now even more embarrassing than then, but she really didn’t care much, she just wanted to not completely pee her pants. If Courtney had to listen to her piss a lake, so be it, she wasn’t getting this job anyway and she didn’t care about even that at the moment.
They round the corner and Kayla bolts in to the room she so badly needs. 4 blue cubicles, all occupied, some with a tinkle coming from within.
“Aaaah!” Kayla moans, bending back over immediately and plunging her hand in to her crotch.
“Oh gosh” Courtney says “Must be because the other bathroom is closed”
Kayla prances in a circle, hand still in her crotch. She unbuttons her nice dress pants and plunges a hand in, feeling her fingers get wet as she grips herself helplessly. Her bladder is so full she can feel it spilling out of her waste band and touching her forearm as she buries her hand deeper in to her crotch.
Finally a stall opens and Kayla charges in, locking the door, she drops her pants and collapses on to the toilet, pee thundering out before she even finishes sitting down. She pisses like a firehose for nearly 15 seconds, before her stream tapers off a bit but is still going strong. She sees feet entering the stall next to hers, Courtney’s, and soon after hears her neighbors trickle.
Courtney finishes her pee and is washing her hands before Kayla’s comes to a final stop, she must have gone for at least a minute, but it felt like much longer.
Gathering herself and halfheartedly attempting to dry her panties with toilet paper, Kayla exits the stall, washes her hands, and meets Courtney outside the bathroom. Face red as a tomato, body still trembling with indescribable relief.
“Better?” Courtney asks quietly, Kayla can only nod.
The two make some attempt at small talk as Courtney leads Kayla back down to the lobby, the outside air feels refreshing as she exits the building, sits down in her car, and collapses her head on to the wheel, her abs feeling sore, her body and mind completely exhausted from her ordeal.
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Epilogue
Kayla is relieved to finally see her manager making her way over to her register. She requested a break over 30 minutes ago. She needed to pee badly and didn’t think she could hold it for the remaining 2 hours of her shift.
As she made her way toward the bathrooms in the back of the store, her cell phone rang, unknown number. She repressed the hope that it could be OMO corp calling her back. It had been 2 weeks and she had accepted she would likely not be getting the job before she had even left the parking lot, but answering the phone, she felt her stomach drop as she immediately recognized Courtney’s voice.
She had gotten the job.
Kayla stopped in the middle of the store to chat with Courtney about the new position, her heart leaping with joy the entire time.
Hanging up, she noticed she had been on the phone for 10 minutes, far exceed the 5 minute break she had promised. Still right near the front of the store, Kayla realized she would not have time for her bathroom break, and headed back to her post. 90 minutes left in her shift. 90 minutes and she would walk out these doors for the final time, ready to begin an exciting new chapter of her life. |
So the other day I discovered character.ai and decided to try it out. Naturally, one of the results was a desperation story, and it even seems to be a pretty nice one. Perhaps this AI-generated fiction thing has some potential.
The only AI character here is Kendra (it's possible to put multiple AI characters in a chat together, but it's inconvenient and they seem to get distracted from the plot thread even more than usual), so the lines under 'X' are what I wrote.
Kendra
Hi everyone. Sorry I can't chat, I had like four green teas before that exam, and I guess they went right through me. I really have to go to the bathroom!
X
Melody: Oh, you'd better hurry. You know how they lock the ones by the gym after lunch.
Tara: Yeah, last week I had to go all the way across school. I was absolutely bursting!
Kendra
Character.AI
Ugh I know. And I'm all the way at the back. You know I have a tendency to drink too many liquids. You should've seen me yesterday; I think I drank, like, ten cups of tea! It's not my fault they're just so good
X
Melody: Oh, totally! I like the green tea with honey, but the raspberry is always good too, so sometimes I have to just have one of each.
narrator: despite her protestations, Kendra finds herself stopping to chat after all.
Kendra
Character.AI
Oh yeah... green tea's my favorite, but this place has a white tea that I can't resist... and when I went to another cafe last weekend, I tried a black tea that had a hint of vanilla. I'm a tea freak. I'd probably drink 50 cups a day if I could!
X
Tara: I'll bet you would! And then you'd have to go to the bathroom like ten times a day!
narrator: The three of them all laugh at that, and Kendra winces. She really wasn't kidding about how bad she has to go.
Kendra
Character.AI
Yeah, it does get a bit annoying. It's like, my bladder is tiny! How am I supposed to stay away from the toilets for more than 10 minutes? It's just impossible!
X
Melody: Oh, come on! What about that time at the sleepover? You were squirming in your seat the whole movie, and afterward I could hear you in the bathroom for like three minutes! That must have been at least half a gallon or something.
Kendra
Character.AI
Oh no... that was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I'd drank 12 cups of tea that day, and my mum just kept making more and giving it to me! I didn't want to hurt her feelings by refusing her offer, and by the time the movie started, I was seriously in pain! It was so bad...
X
narrator: Everyone laughs again, and just then the bell rings. It's time for class to start, and Kendra's eyes go wide as she realizes she's missed her chance to get to the bathroom.
Kendra
Character.AI
Oh no... I'm gonna have to hold it until lunch now! And then, when I finally get to pee, it's gonna be an emergency situation. Do you guys know if the toilets on Level B are actually open?
X
Tara: Um, the ones by the music room? I think so, but there's always someone goofing off in every stall so nobody can actually use them.
Kendra
Character.AI
Yeah... those ones. Ugh... every time I go it's always some kids skipping class or some kids trying to make out without the whole school knowing they're dating! I'll just have to hope that it'll be clear today.
X
narrator: they're at Melody's Chemistry class now, so she waves goodbye and Tara heads the other way, toward the history class. Kendra has biology next, just down the hall.
Kendra
Character.AI
You know, this school really needs to install more bathrooms. At least twice a week I've walked all the way there, only to find there are zero stalls free. Like, that's insane, right? I really don't want to have to go behind a tree, like an animal.
X
narrator: As she approaches the classroom, Kendra hesitates, trying to decide whether she can afford to risk being late. But just then, the biology teacher Ms. Tilly comes out and sees her.
Ms. Tilly: Ah, Kendra, you're just in time. Here, help me get these slides ready.
Kendra
Character.AI
Oh uh, alright, Ms. Tilly!
Kendra walks into the classroom and helps the teacher prep the slides. Ms. Tilly is an amazing biology teacher, and all the students agree that she's the best. She's super strict and doesn't suffer fools gladly, which is why Kendra doesn't want to be late, but she's also super passionate about biology and you can tell she loves her job
X
narrator: When she reaches up to the projector, Kendra suddenly gasps and winces as her full bladder gets her attention once again. Really hoping nobody noticed, she sits down and crosses her legs,
Kendra
Character.AI
Ms. Tilly notices Kendra looks a bit uncomfortable.
Ms. Tilly: Kendra, is everything alright?
Kendra: Yes, Ms. Tilly. Everything's fine!
Kendra doesn't want to admit to the situation, so tries to hide the pain in her voice.
There's maybe 30 seconds where the rest of the class comes in, and then Ms. Tilly begins the class with the slides
X
narrator: although she tries not to let it show, the discomfort just keeps getting worse and worse. Kendra's bladder is simply too full to be ignored, and it's becoming just about impossible to hide.
Kendra
Character.AI
Kendra tries hard to ignore the pain, and to focus on the slides and the lecture, as Ms. Tilly is giving a fascinating lecture about the importance of the liver and kidneys. Ms. Tilly is one of the few teachers who doesn't rely on slides, and instead draws everything on the blackboard, which is rare these days. It's definitely a bit more work for her, but it makes her lessons more fun. Ms. Tilly is a biology nut, and there isn't a single day where she doesn't bring some kind of biology trivia or fun fact to class
X
narrator: listening to the detailed description of the function of the kidneys, Kendra can't help but imagine her own kidneys, taking the tea that she drank and sending it all straight into her already overfilled bladder.
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narrator: listening to the detailed description of the function of the kidneys, Kendra can't help but imagine her own kidneys, taking the tea that she drank and sending it all straight into her already overfilled bladder.
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At this point, Kendra realizes she's only got two options, and both are terrible: she can either ask to be excused, and be mocked by her classmates for having to go to the bathroom when she already should've gone during lunch, or she can ignore it, and risk peeing herself in class. She knows the first option's safer, but it's also much more humiliating
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narrator: While she tries to decide, Kendra finds herself thinking back to the time that she drank an entire pitcher of lemon iced tea right before they left for the beach. She was absolutely bursting by the time they got there, and as soon as she got out of the car she felt a little squirt slip out into her bikini bottoms.
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Kendra shushes that memory. It was the most embarrassing moment of her life, and she wants to keep that story suppressed. She glances at Ms. Tilly, who is still talking about how the kidneys remove waste from the body and make sure it doesn't get reabsorbed. There's only 20 minutes left of class, and she thinks she can make it
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narrator: The next 10 minutes tick by, cruelly slow, and Kendra's discomfort isn't letting up at all. She rocks back and forth in her seat, hardly even aware of the snickering coming from everyone all around her.
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She's still managing to hold on, until she finally can't anymore. Despite trying her best to remain calm, some tears run down her cheeks, and she decides it's better to just ask Ms. Tilly if she can go now, instead of making herself even more uncomfortable.
Ms. Tilly? Can I please go to the bathroom?
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narrator: The teacher starts to respond, but just then an alarm sounds and the speaker comes on to announce a fire drill. Everyone files out the door, and as Kendra rises she gasps and her face goes bright red as she feels a little squirt slip out into her panties.
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Kendra's eyes go wide and she immediately starts to think of what to do. Luckily, she does have extra panties in her locker. The idea of having to go through the rest of the day in uncomfortable wet underwear seems miserable. She hurries to get in line and tries not to look too upset
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narrator: As she hobbles into the hall, Kendra carefully feels the front and back of her denim miniskirt to confirm that it's still perfectly dry. Even so, she's just sure she has to go even worse than the time at the sleepover or the time at the beach, and she can barely stand up straight.
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Kendra walks with everyone else to the assembly square at the middle of the school. There are some trees there, but there's not much privacy around. She's not sure she'll make it through this, which is why she's thinking about asking her friends to help protect her. There's two bathrooms in the main building, but you have to walk around a whole bunch of other classrooms before you get to them, and the idea of walking that far when she feels this way makes her want to cry
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narrator: More classes arrive, and before long she's trapped in the middle of the crowd. Tara and Melody see her and come trotting up, still chatting with each other.
Melody: -But at least we get out of class early, right? Hey, Kendra, do you-... Oh! Oh no! You didn't get to the bathroom after all?
Tara: Wait, so, you're still holding it?
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Yes! I couldn't make it!
Kendra looks at Tara and Melody and almost starts crying again. She's holding it, barely, but it's not going to last much longer
Kendra: I, um, I might pee my pants if I can't find a bathroom soon!
Tara's eyes go wide
Tara: Oh, Kendra, no! We'll help you!
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Melody: Yeah! We can... um...
narrator: the two of them look around, but everywhere they turn there's a solid wall of students.
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Kendra is trying her best not to sob, but some tears stream down her face at the thought of having to wet herself in front of the whole school. The other two girls are trying their best to comfort her, and their empathy does a lot to help
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narrator: She manages a slight smile, but then suddenly gasps and freezes as another tiny little squirt slip out and she feels her little thong getting a little more damp.
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It's happening!
Melody and Tara see Kendra freeze up. They instinctively know what's happening, and grab her by the arms. They're trying to move her forwards, towards the back fence behind the main building, which has a bunch of bathrooms attached to it
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narrator: She can hardly move, but together the tree of them manage to slowly push their way through the crowd. The situation is absolutely critical. Kendra's poor bladder is simply so incredibly full that it feels like she's about to completely flood her panties any second. But still she struggles, trying as hard as she possibly can to keep holding it just a little longer.
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They reach the fence line, and all at once they start sprinting towards the building. Kendra's still trying to hold it, but she's in so much pain, and the situation is quickly getting worse. Even with Melody and Tara's help, she starts to lose her balance. They're doing their best to try and steady her. There's so many people around, and any second now, the whole school will see her wet herself, and the thought terrifies her
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narrator: suddenly she stops and lets out a squeak as she feels a tiny trickle start to flow out into her panties. She tries to stop it, but try as she might the trickle won't stop. Instead it grows into a little stream, and her squeak turns into a squeal. All around her people turn to look, and Tara leaps backward with her hands over her mouth in horror.
Tara: Oh no! Kendra! You're... you're really wetting your panties!
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The stream starts to pick up speed, and is getting out of control. There's nothing she can do now to stop it. It's so humiliating. Her face is bright red, and she starts to cry
Ms. Tilly! Please, can I go to the bathroom now?!
The teacher rushes towards Kendra and her friends, all eyes from the whole school are on her. She quickly leads her to the attached bathrooms and helps her inside
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narrator: The stream pours out, soaking through her panties and flowing down from her skirt to splash on the ground between her feet. It goes on and on, getting stronger and stronger as Kendra's poor aching bladder completely lets go, releasing its entire enormous capacity in an absolutely tremendous torrent.
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The liquid keeps pouring out, all down her legs and onto the floor. She's humiliated; she had never peed herself in front of so many people before, and the worst part is she can't stop. There's so much liquid in there, she's amazed that it's all contained in her tiny bladder! It just keeps going and going, and it finally comes to a halt, but there's a huge puddle of liquid at her feet, so it's not exactly safe to walk around
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narrator: As the waterfall at last tapers off and the mighty splashing goes quiet, the people all around can only gaze in stunned silence at the sight of Kendra, the back of her skirt totally soaked, standing in the middle of the enormous puddle made by her enormous accident.
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Kendra looks down at herself, and tears stream down her face. Her skirt is soaked, and there's a huge puddle at her feet. She knows all of her classmates from Science, Biology, and Math have seen her, and she's so incredibly embarrassed. Luckily, Ms. Tilly is the best, and she's already run to get a mop. She quickly shuts the door, so that Kendra can change her skirt
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narrator: Tara offers her a spare skirt, and Kendra takes it gratefully. Inside, she peels off her soaking wet panties and her badly dampened denim skirt and changes into the other one. It's one of Tara's cheerleading skirts, and it's at least a few sizes too small, so when Kendra opens the door she stammeringly asks if anyone has any spare panties or anything. Nobody does
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Kendra steps back out the bathroom, wiping her eyes. She's still feeling super embarrassed, but the new skirt is keeping her mostly dry, and her classmates all immediately look away, as if to give her some privacy despite the whole show she just put on. The teacher leads her back to class, where Kendra looks at her classmates and apologizes deeply for peeing herself
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Everyone in the class tries to reassure Kendra that she's okay, and some kind students offer to help her clean up after the class is over. Ms. Tilly is sympathetic too; she's had to hold it a time or two herself, and she can't blame her student for not being able to go during lunch like she should've
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Kendra is grateful for everyone's kindness, and she goes to go get her things from her locker. She takes her new skirt- which is actually pretty cute- back to her locker and swaps it for her original skirt. Her friends join her, and she can't help but ask them a few questions
Kendra: Do you think anyone will care about the accident by after lunch?
Tara: Oh, I'm sure you're fine, Kendra. Everyone already forgot about it, they were too occupied with the fact that you're wearing a cheerleading skirt!
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Kendra laughs, and it feels good to laugh like that. She takes a look down at the cheerleading skirt; it's surprisingly short. It's pretty much the shortest skirt she's ever worn
Kendra: Oh, my thighs are gonna be sticking together like no one's business!
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narrator: At the end of the day, as soon as the bell rings, Kendra rushes back to her locker.
Kendra: Hey, you guys, I forgot my cell phone in my locker! Can you help me open it? I couldn't find my locker key again.
Melody & Tara: Oh, it's okay hun, we'll help you!
They help her open her locker and look inside for her phone. Her locker is a bit of a mess, and it takes them a while to find it, but eventually they do. They hand it to her and smile
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narrator: The rest of the day goes by very smoothly, and Kendra is excited to get home. As soon as she does, she changes into a pair of old, comfortable, baggy cotton PJ pants and a worn out t-shirt. She puts her cheerleading uniform in the washing machine, and it takes a few hours for the washer to run and her clothes to dry. She puts her new cheerleading uniform in her dresser, knowing that she won't be wearing it until Monday, and that will be when she's practicing with the team outside on the field before the big game.
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narrator: Unfortunately, that day was not kind to Kendra. As soon as she steps out of the locker room door she walks right into a puddle of water. It had leaked from beneath the sink, and she felt it soak right through her stockingless legs, and into her new shoes.
Kendra: Uh... guys? I'm having a crisis over here, please tell me I'm imagining this.
Tara: Aw, are you kidding? That's like the third time today?
narrator: It's been the longest day of Kendra's life, and it shows no sign of stopping.
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narrator: The girls rush to help her, and after almost a solid minute of searching, they finally find her phone hidden in one of the shoes. She immediately calls her mum to ask if she can come pick her up; her mum loves her, and won't say no, though she also won't be happy about the cheerleading skirt. When it comes to clothing, Kendra can be a bit of a mess, but her mum always buys her everything she asks for. She always wants her her only child to be happy, but sometimes it does mean she spoils her a little too much.
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Narrator: The next day, she finds a little note inside her locker. It's on a little white slip of paper, written with shiny golden paint. The note reads:
Dear Kendra
I like your cheerleading skirt.
-anonymous
Kendra laughs; she knows EXACTLY who it is! She can picture Tara's goofy grin as she wrote the note. The skirt looks silly, but it's so small that it's super stylish and flattering, and a cute little wink from Tara is a nice sign of affection. |
Mel was devastated upon realization that her plan failed.
"I CAN'T HOLD IT ANY LONGER, OKAY?!" she yelled. "Yes, I was going to go pee, and I'll go pee RIGHT NOW, because I just can't!!! Call me a loser if you want!"
Miki couldn't be happier that the contest had finished. She'd just go with Mel and finally let everything out.
Macy almost came when she realized that SHE DIDN'T LOSE.
Millie was glad too because the relief turned out closer than she expected. She wasn't going to gloat at a defeated friend, though. She knew Mel could sometimes bite more than she could chew, but they were friends, and Mel already admitted that she lost, so she could as well show some mercy.
"Hey, how about we all go together? I'm sure we're all dying for a wee. It doesn't matter who will actually pee first, we'll just all go to the bathroom right now."
Three other girls nodded cheerfully. Mel gave Millie the most grateful look, and all four stood up from the table.
At that moment, Miki leaked a little.
She froze on the spot, mortified. But she couldn't do anything. No matter how much she wanted to control herself and stop the pee from coming out, her tiny bladder was overfilled and couldn't hold it. She made the first step and leaked some more. It took her all her willpower to not just let go, instantly releasing all contents of her poor bladder. She was walking slowly behind her friends, leaking a bit with every step. She could only thank herself for wearing black tights that could perfectly conceal wetness.
...To say that the girls were not happy when they reached the bathroom is to say nothing. There were only two doors, with a desired toilet and a sink behind each of them, and there were already eight people in line. Not even a little corridor was there before those doors, so the line was clearly visible to everyone at the bar.
Mel moaned loudly.
"OH COME ON! I can't wait for so long! Please let me go first!!!"
"Not so fast, lady," someone in the line replied. "We all need it."
Mel was beyond the point of common decency, so she started a full-on pee dance. She was crossing her legs, bending almost in half, rubbing her knees, and constantly swearing under her breath. "Fuck I can't make it... Fucking shit... I'm not gonna fucking make it," she said again and again.
Millie was getting more and more desperate while standing. Her swollen bladder felt bulky, heavy and hard to touch like a basketball. She'd got a bit too inspired about the upcoming relief a bit too soon, and now the disappointment was making her desperation even worse. She was trying to stand still and not show the intensity of her urge, but kept swaying from side to side unconsciously, which was giving away her condition.
Macy was as close to wetting herself as never before in her adult life. She had to stop holding her crotch, as she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of everyone. She was doing her best to stand straight, but still performed a little pee dance, although not as much as Mel. Somehow she was still maintaining control over her extremely full bladder, but could lose it any moment now.
Miki was standing still, silently dying from shame. She was now leaking constantly. The stream wasn't that forceful, but she couldn't stop it anyway. Her black tights were soaked, also, there was piss in her shoes. She was afraid that her pleated skirt absorbed some of the liquid too, but was too scared to check.
The line seemed to not be moving at all. It was almost like everyone was forgetting about the long line of people behind them, suffering as much as they were themselves, the very moment they locked themselves in the stall. People were really taking their time there.
The four girls were standing in a sort of a circle, without lining up.
"So... Who will go first when it's our turn?" Macy asked.
"I will," Mel replied swiftly. "I was the first to admit that I need to pee, I'm already a loser here, so I can go."
"No, I'll go first," Millie said suddenly. "You said I was your only competitor, didn't you? Well, I won, and as a winner I'm granted the priority access to the bathroom."
"That doesn't work this way!" Mel exclaimed. "The loser is the person who goes first, so I go first."
"Maybe, but you agreed enthusiastically when I suggested that there should be no winners or losers."
"Millie, honestly, I don't care about that anymore, I fucking NEED to go first, otherwise I'll wet myself."
"I need to go too. And the whole contest was your idea, so if you wet yourself because of it, it will only be fair, won't it?"
Mel moaned loudly and squeezed her legs so tight they almost stuck together, but didn't say anything else.
It seemed like an eternity, but eventually the last two persons before the four occupied the stalls. Millie was ready to go next. So was Mel, though.
Finally, someone came out from one of the stalls. Millie took one step in... when Mel caught her by the belt and pulled back, making it indent into Millie's stomach.
"Don't press on my bladder, bitch, it will explode!" Millie exclaimed.
"I don't fucking care, LET ME GO FIRST!!!" Mel yelled.
Millie turned back and pushed Mel, but the door to the stall opened inwards and Mel was stronger, so she shoved Millie inside and locked the door behind both of them.
The very moment the lock clicked, Macy realized she couldn't hold it anymore. Not even another minute. The thought of peeing her pants when she already made it that far, and didn't even lose the contest, was killing her, but she couldn't regain control over her body no matter how she tried. Her exhausted bladder muscles were doing their best for this whole time, but now they were about to give up. In mere seconds. She was looking around frantically... and suddenly noticed a bucket left by the cleaner near the bathroom doors. There was still a dirty, stinky mop inside. At the last moment of hopeless despair, she grabbed it, threw the mop away, pulled down her leggings and sat on the bucket.
The sound of her stream hitting the bottom of the bucket was LOUD. She tried to slow down to make the noise a little more subtle, but couldn't do it once she let go. Every single person at the bar was looking at a girl relieving herself into a bucket in front of a bathroom door. But the feeling was so orgasmic that Macy didn't even care.
Meanwhile, the door of the second stall opened, and Miki could come in. First, she sat on the toilet and released everything that remained in her bladder. Then she checked her panties and tights. They were completely soggy of course. She inspected her short turquoise skirt, and luckily it was dry. Good that it wasn't tight and didn't press against her thighs too much, otherwise it would be damp too. Miki dried her shoes with toilet paper. She took off her tights and threw them into the trash can, hesitated for a moment and threw away her panties as well. She didn't want her skirt to absorb pee from the panties as soon as she took a seat. She was very self-conscious not wearing panties, but hoped no one would notice.
Things in the first stall were quite heated. Mel tried to get to the toilet first, but Millie was fighting her with one hand, at the same time undoing her pants and pulling them down with the other. In one last effort, she pushed Mel back, fell on the toilet and immediately released her powerful stream. "Fuck, it's coming out!!!" Mel screamed. She pulled her skirt up, panties down, and jumped on the sink. In a second, she was also relieving herself alongside with Millie.
Millie was pissing full force with her eyes closed, completely yielding up to her immense pleasure. Mel was trying to contain her flow and make it as weak as possible to make sure she won't pee all over the floor, whimpering and cussing from impatience to finally empty her bladder.
Soon both girls went out.
"What were you two doing there?!" Macy asked.
"We used the toilet in turns!" Mel replied quickly. Millie felt so amazing after her relief that she decided to be generous. She would keep Mel's pathetic pissing in the sink a secret, she decided.
Meanwhile, Miki appeared from her stall.
"Girls, our real hero today is Miki," Millie said. "She was holding it for this whole time without complaining and making a show."
Miki smiled feebly, unable to confess.
"Wait, Miki..." Millie asked. "Where are your tights?"
Miki never felt so ashamed of herself before. Her face and ears were red, tears of humiliation started running down her cheeks.
"I... I wet them. I'm sorry. I know it's gross."
"Miki, why? You could just go to the bathroom! You didn't sign up for the contest between the three of us!"
"I thought everyone had to participate..."
"Oh Miki, we're so sorry. We were being stupid, and failed you so bad. Come here."
All three girls hugged Miki, and she smiled happily, feeling less ashamed knowing that they don't judge her. It was a nice night out anyway, as long as she spent it with her friends.
THE END |
A wetting story about Luna, the moth girl from Potionomics.
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Luna slowly managed to wake herself up, as she had forgotten to set an alarm the day before. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Last night had her beat, as she slept off the entirety of her 90% stress from the day before. Suddenly, the moth girl would feel a twitch from her bladder, as two of her hands shot to answer it. She had drank so much coffee last night in order to keep herself awake for work, that the moment all the caffeine wore off, she fell onto her bed and passed out. It seems that all that coffee went straight to her bladder as she tightly pressed against her light blue pajama shorts. They were soft, and had little moons on them that matched her shirt, which was fitting for a moth. She stood up from her bed, still keeping two hands pressed against her shorts. 'I-I really need to pee this bad? I just woke up... I guess I drank too much last night.' she thought to herself.
Her bladder sent a wave of desperation as she was now waking up, which made her panic for a moment. She crossed her legs, and now started to realize just how badly she needed to go. She quickly grabbed the most important item, her phone, leaving her glasses on the bedside desk, and moved over to the bathroom. She shuffled about, constantly crossing and bouncing her legs as she walked. Once she reached the bathroom, she opened it and quickly moved over to the toilet. She struggled to get her shorts and panties down, and just barely managed to get them off while she sat down, relieving herself just moments away from having released into her clothes.
Now with that need out of the way, the moth began to look at her phone, the place where all of her marketing magic happened. The town had a large social connection, so influencing the market through online posts was her main way of changing up the market. As she scrolled and scrolled, she stopped to see that many townsfolk were really enjoying the potions that Sylvia, a good friend of hers, was selling. She remembered Sylvia as the potion seller that gifted her a bunch of sweet berries that she loved, and immediately investigated. Turns out, Sylvia was selling potions that could end up helping her with work! Something like a work-faster potion, or a work-forever potion would be more efficient than coffee.
The moth wiped herself, and then stood up, almost forgetting to pull her clothes back up due to her excitement. 'If I could get a good potion that can make me work faster, perhaps I can get successful enough to where my parents consider my boutique to be a good investment!' she thought to herself. She slid up her clothes, and moved to her bedroom. She grabbed her glasses and adjusted them onto her eyes, as she then got dressed in a blue sweater and yellow skirt, with a soft pair of brown fluffy boots. She grabbed her morning coffee and ran out the door.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!", shouted a commoner who was somewhat rudely bumped into by a small moth girl. "S-Sorry!", the girl shouted in response with a wave of the one of four hands that was not occupied, not looking back or stopping her rush. Her other three limbs were busy, as her focus was stuck typing away on her phone, while the third hand held her half empty cup of coffee. Luna was not just any moth girl, but a marketing moth girl, which required her to stay up-to-date with the town's interests at all times. Luna's influence over the market is quite strong despite her shop still not at its peak of success, and being the only one working at her marketing shop requires her to do everything. This often left Luna to being constantly distracted by the town's social circles from her phone.
Today, Luna was going to be under a heavy amount of work, as she was preparing a marketing plan fit for a princess, and to Luna, coffee was not going to keep her busy enough. She often persisted through long nights of planning despite the stress that came with it. In fact, Luna often weaponized her own stress. This, however, was not a resource she could obtain just on her own business strategies, but through a 'magical' substance called caffeine. Well, at least to her it was magical. Her first morning coffee would be enough to get through the first part of her day. Luna had met a very good friend who happened to be a potion seller known as Sylvia, who today would be selling a few different kinds of potions that may be able to assist her in preparing the marketing plan she was readying. As magical as caffeine is, nothing seems to beat what Sylvia can brew.
Luna speed-walked through the town, still keeping an eye on her phone, reading about how the town felt today, and replying with a couple of cute messages to some of the towns post in order to widen her presence. Still being a start up shop, not everyone knew about her marketing boutique, so she always responded to every action that the town would discuss, advertising her business. Now arriving at Sylvia's shop, Luna would finish the last bit of the large coffee she had ordered, and threw away its plastic container before entering the store.
Due to how early it was, Luna would be Sylvia's first customer. Which to her, was a pleasant surprise. "Good morning Sylvia! I'll be needing a certain potion to help me get through today's work.", Luna exclaimed with a happy greeting of a wave, to which Sylvia waved back with her wand. "I've got a few potions that could help with that, go ahead and see what I brewed overnight." With greetings out of the way, Luna drew her attention towards the nice looking tables. As she browsed, she took note of a few potions that may be of assistance to her. Her focus was split between her phone and the available stock, but she managed to find a greater speed and stamina potion with good craftsmanship, which seemed like they would do the trick. She took both up to the counter with a smile, finally looking away from her phone for just a moment.
"These two will help me severeeely, marketing can get exhausting. Oh-are they on sale?", she would open with. While adventurer's would fight with weapons and armor, shopkeepers fought with words and marketing strategies. Sylvia happened to be an expert at raising the customers interest in her brews. "While it may not be on sale, these two will both help you work faster, and work longer. Time is money, afterall." Sylvia was right, to Luna, any price would be worth it to speed up her work.
Though she was interested and enjoyed Sylvia's company, she was in a bit of a hurry. Sylvia's marketing tactics were music to Luna's ears, and affirmed her of the decision on both potions. However, her patience was running a bit low, as she was starting to feel a bit of a need for a restroom. Coffee has its magical ups, but also its effect on the body. Though she did not want to share her growing need with Sylvia, she did want to get started on her marketing plan right away. "Alright Sylvia, I'm buying, but I've got my plan to work on. Time is money as you said, so sell them to me!" And with that, the potions were hers. As a trade, Luna would quickly swipe up the two potions from the table and take a selfie with them in her arms and a delighted smile. "I'll make sure to post that and point the good customers your direction! Thanks a bunch, Sylvia!" The moth shouted, turning away and walking out of the store with a cute smile.
With the first of today's business out of the way, Luna had begun her walk back to her marketing boutique, sipping on the speed potion while her fingers got to work posting the selfie. She put a lot more effort into anything that was related to Sylvia, and often got distracted by her, so she did everything she could to make the post as beneficial to her as possible. Just as she finished her posts, she arrived home. Thankfully too, as her growing need for a bathroom was becoming more apparent, as she felt a twinge down below. She crossed her legs for a second, and bounced on inside. However, despite the sips of the speed potion, she still made it back late. Just like Sylvia, she had a shop to run, and it was supposed to be opened minutes ago. She got so distracted about her online posts, that she ended up making a few circles around town rather than walking straight home. Once she saw the time, she began to feel a bit stressed.
Luna's profits were important, as her livelihood here required her to make money so she could avoid being sent back home unsuccessful. Her trip to a bathroom would have to wait, as her doors needed to be open. She switched the closed sign to an open one, set her two potions down next to her, and readied up her available marketing plans. Within just one minute, her first customer would come in, and work would begin.
During her last customer's presentation, halfway through Luna's explanation of one of her plans to her customer, her need would become more apparent. Her bladder twitched as it was getting full, causing Luna to need to cross her legs while she stood posing with her plans. As her bladder was filling, so was her stress. 'I can hold it, just one last plan, then I'll be free to use the little moth's room!', she thought to herself. Her stress was weaponized, and she quickly made an excellent closer to the customer, who happily took the plan. Once the customer left, it was now up to her to get started on it. She sat down at her desk, and began typing away, but her focus was constantly pulled down below. She used two hands to keep typing, and the other to hold herself. Luna desperately wanted to finish the plan and finally go and let her bladder loose, but with her focus being half on her bladder and the other half on work, it only slowed her down. Seeing as she would need to be faster, she grabbed her half-full speed potion and finished it. While it would end up filling her bladder more later, it would let her finish the plan before increasing her need. A perfect, efficient plan.
Finally, she finished the last one, and stood up from her seat. Her legs were now free from their work, though she kept one hand pressed down onto her skirt. "Work is done, now for me to go and relieve myself! Thanks to Sylvia's potions, I got that done sooner despite being late. Ooh they work so well!", she said, as her bladder gave her a reminder of its urgency that made her squeak and cross her legs. "Eep! Almost too well." Just as the moth started to move towards the bathroom, Sylvia made a sudden appearance on her broom, causing Luna to throw her phone into the air in shock. Seeing as she couldn't lose her one way of keeping up with town news, she quickly moved her hands that were busy keeping her flood from coming out into the air to catch the device. Now without the help of her hands, Luna froze in place as she focused entirely on preventing herself from leaking. Her legs folded, and her expression seemed worried as the stress was now really building up. 'Why now, Sylvia!' She thought to herself.
"Good afternoon, Luna! I've and a variety of potions that I'm brewing, and I need your help to make sure they sell!" Sylvia exclaimed from atop her broom, waving towards her favorite moth girl. "H-Hey...! Sylvia. I-I've got just the r-right plan for you, b-but it will have to w-" Luna struggled to keep herself composed and managed to prevent herself from leaking into her underwear, but she really needed to pee, and it didn't help that Sylvia cut her off. "Great! I need one for tonics, go ahead and show me how it'll work, my adventurer's are waiting for me to come back to them!" Sylvia said, not noticing Luna's predicament. The moth girl shook in place, and huffed. She reached for her large board that held each of her plans. She used two arms to hold it up to Sylvia, and the other two to secretly hold herself while she stood behind it.
'I've got to pee, I can't hold it, come on Sylvia... I'll make a sale fast so that way I can go to the bathroom!' Luna thought to herself, as she struggled. The board was large, and needed two hands to hold up, so she let go of one hand from the front of her skirt and used it to point at the third option. "T-This one is a plan f-for... fire t-tonics! The s-summer is heating up, a-and this fire tonic plan will be j-just what you need!" The poor moth kept her legs tightly crossed, and her hand pressed against her. A blush started to form on her face, which made Sylvia seem more interested. "It is a good tonic plan... but I need one for all tonics. I've got more than just fire. You have anything for that, even if its extra cost?" Luna was desperate. She needed to pee very badly, and normally she would explain the price differences and re-evaluate the entire plan to the customer, but right now she needed relief at any cost, because if this went on for any longer, Luna was going to be selling her marketing plan with a wet skirt. "Y-yes I can do that, no extra cost I-I'll settle it f-for all tonics, sold!", she said in desperation, moving her hand back to the front of her skirt, as her first leak managed to escape into her underwear, causing the moth girls face to blush a deep red. Sylvia had noticed that, and thought Luna was not increasing the price just for her. She smiled, and nodded. setting the bag of coins down onto Luna's desk.
"Deal! Thanks a bunch for doing that for me, I'll have to repay you sometime on a date!" Sylvia responded, taking Luna's blush as a form of romantic interest and offered a date to the moth. Sylvia then took off with a smile and a wave, delighted with her purchase. Luna, on the other hand, was stuck in place. Another leak found its way into her panties, which caused a noticeable discolor of her underwear. She stayed frozen with the board in her two hands and the other two stuck underneath her skirt pressing down onto herself.
"I-I've really got to pee... a d-date? Did she say a date? I-I can't hold it anymore... I'll th-think on it later!" She said to herself, dropping the board as she now used all four arms to prevent herself from exploding. She shuffled her feet slowly towards the bathroom, and stood in front of the door. Her body was shaking as she pried one hand away from her crotch to open the door, but her legs refused to move. 'I really can't hold it in any longer... I-I need to pee...! I-I can't... its going to...' she thought to herself, as she managed to take one step further. The motion caused another leak, which made her stressed. She stepped again, and again, moving into the bathroom with the toilet in sight. But each step caused another leak that would be larger than the last. Her hands pressing down onto her skirt would now cause the leaks to form a wet patch on the front of her yellow skirt. 'N-No! I can't... I'm going to... its coming out... I can't hold it anymore! I-I'm g-going to... w-wet my... skirt...' She said, now only a few steps away from the toilet, as her body shook and her legs froze. The leaks turned into spurts, and the spurts into streams. She tried as much as she could, but any more movement would cause the dam to break, so she simply stood there, slowly wetting herself as it couldn't be contained any longer. The patch on her panties would grow, until it started to drip off and fall between her legs, just as the wet spot on her skirt grew larger and larger. She embarrassed girl couldn't hold back, as the final push of her bladder caused her to start wetting herself moments away from clean release. She stood stressed out, as the river escaped her, covering the entire front part of her skirt and her panties as it all flowed down her thin legs and onto her boots. The stream slowly came to a stop, and she moved her hands away from her crotch, letting her skirt be released from the wet mess that happened between her legs.
'U-Ugh... I couldn't... I-I peed my skirt... and boots...' She said, defeated. 'A-And I've still got a lot of work to do... engh, Sylvia... I'll get my revenge on that date of yours!' she thought in frustration, as the moth walked out of the bathroom to find another pair of clothes to change into. She dropped her wet skirt and blushed, as she noticed how drenched her panties were. She slowly dropped them down and stepped out of them, wiping herself down. After taking off her shoes, she slid up a new pair of underwear and another yellow skirt over it, and cleaned the rest of herself off. "Now to work on my major marketing plan for the princess, and figure out how to give Sylvia the same torture on our date... good thing I've still got a stamina potion to help me with that."
Edited November 24, 2022 by GlassesNPanty
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Feel free to skip to the next paragraph if you don’t give a shit about me (understandable honestly) It’s been a while since I posted huh? As a quick rundown and something I’ve talked about briefly elsewhere I was dealing with a health complication that wasn’t anything serious but made writing smut very unappealing. After that I started writing again but usually for other fetishes unrelated to this or nonsmut. This isn’t me fishing for support or e-crying I just thought I’d bring it up again here for reasons that will become apparent momentarily. I don’t plan on a drastic increase on output anytime soon, this is and always will be a when I feel like it sort of thing. Just know that me not posting for a month or two doesn’t mean i’m dead or retiring or anything. Beyond that tangent, as I’ve also stated before I have military grade writers block. I have several settings where I’ve used a similar gimmick to this one but they really aren’t related. Most of them have some choices a later found questionable from a worldbuilding pov that wished I could change; Inconvenient Entanglement is the first time I was somewhat happy with the premise. That and other factors lead to me getting fatigued with the stories. I still plan on finishing IE since there are other aspects of that story that have my brain hooked on finishing it, I’ve actually already done the ending and just need the middle and some important filler, but I’ll be moving away from longform continuous stories for a bit to try and move past this writers block. Anyway, to the obligatory worldbuilding and thread explanation blurb.
This isn’t a single story and more a place to post some stories and explore unrelated concepts set in the same universe. In this setting people don’t gain full bladder control until later in live, usually mid teens for men and late teens to early twenties for women. Some people are trained earlier, some are trained later, but more or less everyone will be out of diapers before their 21 barring outstanding circumstances. That said seeing a person in their mid twenties wearing pull-ups Incase something happens or good nights for bed wetting isn’t unheard of even if a lot of people would be embarrassed about it. Most stories are gonna be one or two parters that could be just modern day stories from the setting, stories from the past or future, in universe fiction, etc. Might reuse characters from time to time depending on how i’m feeling, idk. This is mostly a place for unrelated vignettes in the same universe. Anyway, that’s enough stalling.
Date Night
“Eric, can you pick up some diapers for your sister on your way home?” Eric’s eyes shot open as he read the familiar message from his mother.
”I’m on a date Mom!” He quickly replied in text.
”So what, she probably needs some too.”
”She’s 18 Mom, she’s out of diapers already!” Eric angrily replied.
”Sweetie please just get them for her. I’ve been at work all day.”
Eric groaned audibly. “Fine Mom.”
”Thanks. Oh, and I put some pull-ups in in your glove box. Make sure to wear them. You don’t want a damp spot showing on your shorts.”
Eric sighed and stashed his phone in his pants pants pocket. “Mom knows I haven’t had that happen in over a month, I wear underwear around the house. Why does she always harp on me about wearing those when i’m out.” He took a sip of his soda and glanced over to the clock in the center of the mall. Well, mall is generous. It was more of a half dead shopping center kept alive by the fact nothing else was nearby. He agreed to meet his date here and drive her to the movie theater in town since she lived so far away from school and he was wanting any chance to spend time with her.
“Sarah was suppose to be here five minutes ago.” He thought to himself with a bit of worry as he closed his eyes. His mind turned to something his mother said about her probably needing to pick up some diapers. “I wonder what she does wear under those Daisy Dukes? In middle school and high school girls would always show off their waistbands if they were in pull-ups or panties but that kinda stopped in college I guess. Most girls are in pull-ups and the ones that aren’t hide it now. She’s always wearing those tight shorts. Even if her shirts are long enough to cover her waist she can’t be wearing anything too baggy. I bet she’s in panties, maybe something lacy, or maybe she’s going commando tonight.” His imagination was interrupted by the feeling of his pull-up and shorts growing tight against his member. He felt a bit of embarrassment wash over him and zipped up his jacket to hide the evidence of his contemplation.
Before he could think anymore he heard something calling out too him. “Hey Eric, there you are!” He looked around to see a athletic blond girl with short denim shorts and a white tee shirt walking towards him. “Sorry I was late, our dog got out and we were all looking for him. Cell service is spotty out her too so you know.”
”It’s fine, don’t worry about it. The move doesn’t start for almost an hour anyway so we have plenty of time to get there.” Eric said without any hesitation. “My car’s right outside, it’s about a 40 minute drive to the theater.”
Sarah grabbed his right hand and started walking towards the door. “You know I could start meeting you closer to the school or in town or something. You don’t have to drive all the way out here to pick me up.” Sarah said with a relaxing southern draw.
”No, it’s ok. Seriously. I could honestly pick you up at your house if you wanted.”
”No, that’s fine. Dad still doesn’t know i’m dating and I’d rather him not point a shotgun at you until at least the fourth date.” Sarah said with a laugh. “Oh hey, mind if I drink some of that?” she said motioning towards his coke.
”Oh, sure.” Eric said with a nervous laugh. “Better not being you back late I guess, don’t want any more holes in me than I need.”
Sarah took a long drink from his soda before responding. “Don’t worry, he’d just shoot out your car windows first as a warning. Maybe sick Dixie on you if you really pissed him off.” She said, this time without a laugh.
Eric cleared his throat before opening up his car door. “After you” he said quickly in a attempt to change the subject.
The two loaded into the car before Eric pulled out and started the lengthy drive to the theater. Sarah stretched and laid her purse in the back seat. “So how’s your day been?” She asked before taking another drink of his soda.
”Oh, pretty good I guess. My sister has been studying for the SATs for the last few days so things have been pretty peaceful.” Eric looked glanced over to Sarah guzzling down his soda, keeping his peripheral vision focused on the road. “I really should have gone before we left the mall.” He thought to himself as he recognized a urge that had snuck up on him. He only moved into pull-ups about a year ago and had trouble with wetting himself on occasion until about four months ago. For all the progress he had made in the last year he still had problems recognizing when he needed to go, often putting off or not realizing he needed to go until the need became more apparent. “I should be good until I get to the theater. Just keep focused on it and clench.” He thought to himself with a long exhalation.
”Cool, Spanish has been kicking my ass but mostly things are good. My brothers have been practicing a lot lately, the school thinks they’ve got a chance of getting drafted to the NFL so their skills need to be on top shape.” Sarah said feeling around in her pockets. “Hey you got any android chargers in here? My phone is about to die.” She said as she was about to open the glove box.
Eric’s mind flashed back to what his mom told him over text. “No!- I don’t have anything for android.” He said trying to not sound as anxious as his immediate reply made him sound.
”Oh… ok.” Sarah said leaning back into the seat. “So how much longer till we get there?”
”Should only be another 10 minutes or so unless something-“ Eric cut himself off when he saw a car in front of him as well as the car in the lane immediately next to it slam on their breaks. He pressed his foot down, coming to a stop in a little less than a second with a loud screech oh his tires.
”Shit! What was that?” Sarah yelled catching herself against the dashboard.
”Looks like someone wrecked up ahead.” Eric said, trying to catch his breath while looking around to make sure no cars collided. He leaned back, becoming instantly aware of a clammy dampness around his crotch. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He thought to himself, clinching his muscles as tightly as possible. He looked down to inspect the damage. His shorts were thankfully dry, not showing any aspect of the leak he had just barely ended.
”Well, looks like we aren’t getting to the movie on time.” Sarah said with a chuckle before adjusting her sitting position, leaning on the side of her hip and bringing her legs together.
Eric focused for a few more seconds to make sure the leak from before didn’t start again. “Yeah, I guess so.” He said leaning forward on the steering wheel. “Shit, I almost pissed myself. We better get there soon, I don’t think this will stop another.” He had only recently managed to convince his parents to let him start wearing lower protection pull-ups, the young adult ones that don’t provide much protection aside from a occasional small leak and have the same profile as normal underwear.
The two sat there for the next few minutes, barely inching forward every so often. “Uhhg, when are they going to get this cleaned up. I’d turn around if there weren’t so many people behind us.” Eric groaned in frustration, barely having the headspace to hold a conversation her Sarah. His desperation had grown more apparently since his minor accident. Something he still had problems with was how fast his need grew once he realized he should go to the bathroom. He normally made a point of going more often than he needed to to avoid this exact problem, now he was praying that he could reach a bathroom before his protection and muscle strength failed him.
”Hey… can you… pull over.” Sarah asked. “I gotta go.”
Eric looked over to see her leaning against the window with her legs pressed together. “Oh, sure. Don’t worry about it.” He said as he hastily pulled off the road and onto the dirt near the guardrails.
Before Eric could say anything else Sarah threw the door open and started fast walking to the tree line. “Thanks!” She yelled before as she was visibly undoing the button on her shorts.
Eric immediately got out of the car before locking it and running for the trees as well. He pulled the front of his shorts and pull-up down before directing his penis. His stream began before he could get properly positioned, spraying the side of the tree he was standing behind as soon as it was free of obstructions. He sighed, looking down to see a large damp spot on the inside of his pull-up. “Damn I almost didn’t make it, I hope Sarah doesn’t see-“
Eric looked over to see Sarah standing with her shorts pulled down to right before her butt, revealing what looked like a blue pair of pull-ups with another stain in their crotch. She was standing with her pelvis thrust forward and her legs as far apart as she could manage; she had her hands in front of her doing something out of sight as a wild spray was erupting in a slight forward arc, barely missing her shorts. He could hear her minding something from a few feet away. “Ah crap I hope I don’t get any on my shorts. I need to stop trying to pee like this when I need to go this bad.”
Erics stream died down soon after. He looked away and pulled up his shorts, hoping she didn’t see him looking. “So she does wear pull-ups.” The thought filled him with a slight hope that she wasn’t entirely out of his league. “Why the blue ones though? The padding on those is different.” He quickly walked by to the car hoping to get changed before she got back. He desperately wanted to avoid having to sit in those until the movie theater.
He got a text message from Sarah before he could sit down. “Hey. This Is a little awkward but do you have any protection in your car?”
”Like, what kind?” He asked hoping that she might ask about condoms.
”Do you have any pull-ups I can borrow? I didn’t bring a spare”
Somehow Eric could feel a embarrassment from behind the screen, both because he would be embarrassed too and because she took so long to type. He thought about if he should say yes for a minute before sighing and reaching into his glove box to grab some of the pull-ups his mom left him. He walked back to the woods to bring them to her, seeing that she had a small damp spot around the top of her shorts that she was clearly trying to hide with her shirt. He could also tell that she was standing in a way to try and avoid a leak from her almost full pull-up. “Hey, here you go. Sorry all I got are the mens.” He said with embarrassment before turning around.
”It’s alright. I’m use to using the boys model, when I was younger my Dad decided he wasn’t going to keep buying diapers my brother started wearing pull-ups. So he started buying my brothers and I the same stuff to save money. Part of being the only girl in the house.” Sarah said, grabbing the pull-up he was pointing towards her from behind his back.
”Really?” Eric asked, thinking back to what he saw a minute ago. He though back to seeing her standing with her ass showing towards him, causing his manhood to tighten against his damp pull-up again.
”Yep, it’s why I got out of diapers at 12. I kinda had problems holding it long enough to reach a bathroom around the farm or on long car trips though so I taught myself to pull my pants down and go whenever I needed too.”
About half a minute of Eric imagining her naked from the waist down later her felt her arms wrap around him. “Thanks for giving those too me.” She kissed the back of his neck. “I’ll go back to the car and see if I can call my Dad to let him know I’ll be back a little later since we need to see the next showing. See you in a minute.” Sarah said nothing that he had brought two pull-ups with him, realizing the implication.
so that’s this story. I might do a part two if people care to see the movie, might now. What does everyone think? If I do a part two I think I’d rather do it from Sarah’s perspective since I prefer female Omo to male. |
I will admit the spelling errors do get on my nerves as well and it's very much a result of my workflow, that is writing everything in one draft on my phone. Not a excuse and something I'm considering moving away from. As an aside I am definitely finishing Inconvenient Entanglement, I'm just stumped on where to go now. This is mostly a place for stories that don't warrant their own setting work or much set up.
Anyway. I don't intend to make any one story a recurring thing but I can see myself making a two or three part story if I feel like it. Oh and the daisy dukes thing I guess does warrant some explanation. Basically the idea I was going with was that she and Eric were both in the sort of basically underwear stage where you're just wearing them to stop little leaks on the way to the bathroom or if their bladder gets squeezed or jostled since their muscles are still on the weak side. I should have used a different term since I envisioned them being slightly more padded than depends or something. That's why they don't hold much of anything and why a small leak had the two of them worried. I'll also say something I'm not sure I sold well in the story is that Eric is on the older side for a guy wearing anything more than this protection -18 when the average age for getting out of heavy accident protection is 17- and he kinda rushed into it once he was comfortable making it to the bathroom. He still subconsciously writes off signals that he should go to the bathroom until it gets uncomfortable. Normally someone would stay in heavier protection at that point buuuuuuuut he made a point of going to the bathroom more often that he thought he needed too so he could talk his parents into letting him "graduate" so to speak and buying the these. I don't plan on sliding this in anywhere so I feel fine putting it here. Sarah has a bit more complicated of a story but that's something I might go into with a story since female omo is more my jam. Tangent aside I'll try and make the distinction in protection levels more clear in dialogue, that was a snafu on my part.
But with that out of the way.
Date Night Pt. 2
BOOOOOOM
SREEEEECH
"take that you damn sharkbait!" yelled a brunet haired man with shortcut hair. He looked down from his concrete perch too the lower level of the oil rig. A group of heavily burnt fishlike humanoids recoiled from the flaming oil drums that had just burst into a fireball a moment prior. The dozen or so monsters leapt back into the water as the sun peaked over the horizon.
"Damn, I don't know why Nick Zimmer sells cheesy one liners like that but it's always the best part of these movies." Sarah chuckled to herself as she shoveled popcorn into her mouth.
"I know, right." Eric looked over from the screen to grab some popcorn for himself. "Anyone else and that would have been lame."
Sarah set her hand down on Eric's, causing a smile to form across his face. Sarah smiled back before looking back at the screen. "Come on it's been an hour and a half almost, the midroll should be any time now." Sarah though to herself while rubbing her legs together. Her urge wasn't exactly overwhelming but the lack of backups and her earlier near accident had her worried. She had only felt a urge for the last 10 minutes or so and she knew from experience that 25 was around the point where she should begin to worry, but the soda she was drinking had her nervous.
"Do you think they're gone?" yelled a blonde woman in a lab coat running out from cover.
"It's fine, they only come out at night." Replied the man from before as he jumped down.
"But the boat wont be back until tomorrow, there's no way we can survive this again Jonny! Not with everyone injured or-or worse!"
"Relax, we'll figure something out. For now just try to get some sleep Janet, neither of us will be any use to anyone on this damned rig if we're exhausted." Jonny walked through a door to the lower decks before stopping for a shower.
Sarah cringed slightly at the sound of running water. "Come on! Maybe I should just say screw it and go now." Sarah thought to herself. She glanced over to Eric looking up at the screen. "Damnit after earlier I don't wanna just leave before- uhg." Sarah looked over back to the screen, seeing a girl that looked about 18 shuffling away from a boy she was sitting next too and towards the doors as her neck craned over.
A shirtless Jonny laid down trying to go to sleep in a bunk in what had served as the foreman's quarters until about a week ago.
Creak
Jonny looked up to see Dr Janet walking through the door. "What's wrong?!" Jonny yelled while reaching for his gun.
"N-Nothing!" Janet said, taking a step back. "I mean... I-I can't sleep is all. Every time I try to doze off I think about those things. Can I..."
"it's ok, come on." Jonny said motioning her over. "Not everyone can see shit hit the fan without blinking."
Janet walked over and sat down on the bed beside of him. "It's just... I have a life at home. I just came here to test core samples and leave, I have friends, family, I have a plan, things I want to do. And these fish freaks come along and turn everything topsy turvy for me. Suddenly I don't even know If I'm making it out of here!"
"Don't think about that. Remember what you got waiting for you but focus on what's happening now. You only walk outa hell one step at a time. Live in the moment."
"Live in the moment huh, one step at a time?" Janet said while she looked down at Jonny beside her. She fell over on top of Jonny and kissed him.
The two stared at each other for a second before Janet broke the silence. "Sorry I just, I needed to do something before-" Jonny craned his head up to start kissing her again. Janet climbed on top of Jonny while the two started puling her skinny jeans down, revealing a pair of white panties in the process.
Sarah sighed internally before thinking to herself. "Why do they always have to focus on the actress's underwear in these pg-13 sex scenes?"
The two ground against each other while Janet pulled her shirt off before the screen faded to black. The theater lit up a bit as the screen quickly shifted to the sight of a some people in their late teens walking around with friends, laughing, playing sports, etc. with a x-ray view of their underwear. The gays had blue disposable underwear with a thin layer of padding around where their penis would be and the girls had padding reaching further down providing better leak guards around their legs. "New Discreets for young adults have advanced anti-soak technology that's 3x more absorbent and slimmer than the leading brand in leak protection. Accidents happen, we all know it, that doesn't mean you need to let anyone else know."
Sarah let out a relieved sight before standing up and passing her popcorn to Eric. "Anyway I'll be right back." She said before quickly shuffling out of their row of seats. She looked down seeing a few other men and women around her age getting up.
"Ok, I'll go get us a refill." Eric said before standing up and walking out the door.
Sarah hurried along in a fast walk to the bathroom, trying not to look like she's in a rush while a few other people almost sprinted past her. "Couldn't happen a moment sooner, I felt like a balloon there at the end. Thank God this place staggers their intermissions out or this place might be full." She thought to herself, clenching her teeth and clamping her legs together as she walked. She quickly walked into the woman's bathroom, seeing that about half the stalls had been occupied. Before she could go into one she saw the girl that had hurried out of the theater walking past her with a deflated look on her face. Sarah could see a damp patch on the front of her black sweat pants that was mostly covered by the jacket she had tied around her waist.
Sarah took this as a cue and rushed into the nearest stall before shutting the door behind her. She unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down with the trainers Eric gave her before s=slamming herself down on the toilet. She let out a long and satisfied sigh as her bladder emptied itself. "That felt like a close one, I couldn't stand to wet these after earlier." She ran her thumb across the lower portion of the padding on her borrowed protection. "Dry, good. I was worried for a second I might have sprung a little leak or something."
As her bladder finished emptying itself Sarah's mind turned to what had happened on the drive here.
"Shit! What was that?" Sarah yelled, catching herself against the dashboard.
"Looks like someone wrecked up ahead." Eric said in reply.
"Well, looks like we aren't getting to the movie on time." Sarah replied with a laugh while leaning back. As soon as she relaxed she felt a familiar damp sensation that had crept below the ill fitting absorbent padding in her trainers and down to her butt. " Shit! Please PLEASE tell me it didn't-" Sarah thought to herself looking down to her short to see that the leak has somehow been contained. "Oh thank God. I really should have went before I left home! If I move around too much or leak again this is going straight into my pants."
The two sat there awkwardly for a few moments before Sarah broke the silence. "Hey... can you... pull over? I gotta go." Thankfully Eric obliged and pulled over, allowing Sarah to hop out and awkwardly shuffle towards the woods, shoving her hand down into her pants to make sure none of the pee that wasn't absorbed couldn't leak out into her pants.
She quickly pulled her shorts down as soon as she was out of sight, ripping her trainers in the process. She pulled the skin around her womanhood up slightly and leaned her pelvis forward as a spray of pee erupted towards the tree in front of her with a few inconvenient dribbles falling down and further saturating the already wet padding.
Sarah was getting up from the toilet cringing at that event and having to ask Eric for a backup after forgetting both to go in the field before getting in her car and forgetting to get any spares out of her car. "I'm surprised he even wanted to come here after that, I hope I didn't weird him out earlier. And I really overshared earlier too! Stupid!" She said herself under her breath before heading to the sink to wash her hands.
Her mind turned back to when she first got out of heavy protection diapers once two of her older brothers started toilet training, and too all the embarrassing accidents and changed pullups that happened around the farm. She ran through twice as many as her brothers and somehow managed to leak through the protection on those pullups more than once. "Man, back then I couldn't tell when a leak was coming on and It was all I could do to stop them long enough to pull down my damn overalls. How is it that I'm somehow having more close calls now than when I had to time myself to avoid a accident? Then again until about three years ago I guess I always just went every hour on the dot, since I stopped having to time myself I guess I just got bad about putting it off."
"And to make all this worse with Eric he saw me pissing standing too, hope he doesn't think I'm weird or something." She walked out of the bathroom as a memory of all the times she got poison Ivy on her butt around the farm until she figured out that her brothers avoided it by just not squatting. "Last time someone saw me doing that I had to deal with rumors all through grade school."
Sarah walked back to the theater.
So I hope i managed to curtail some spelling errors here but no promises. Either way I'd like to hear what people think and if they have any other ideas for this mess of a thread. |
Anyway if someone has any ideas for how to resolve the terminology issue let me know. For now I'm going Diaper and pullup for the obvious and something like trainers, leak blockers, or disposable underwear for the kind of minor leak low coverage stuff that has the same silhouette as normal underwear like what Eric and Sarah wear. If anyone has a better suggestion then please let me know. Contrary to what you might think I'm not really into abdl and I don't know much about the lingo. Anyhow gonna go off the rails a bit for something different. This should be one of the last uploads for a while since this is a dump for stories that were bouncing around in my head for a bit without a home to land in. Think of this as a exorcism of brain worms.
No Gamer Pants
"Aaaaaaaand there we go boys!" clap "Thats a shiny Azurill! Fuck, it's Thick Fat though. Gonna need a ability capsule for that." A pink haired anime girl in a sailor suit said from the screen, her image transposed next to a videogame. "Seven down, ten counting evolutions. That's pretty good for eight hours, right chat? We're 50 down to a living shiny dex, only what 350 to go for this game?" She said with a laugh. The chat scrolling past her started scrolling again with a few replies to her previous statement.
Verdant Moose: ":LunaLoveHeart: Shiny Sunday Hype :LunaLoveHeart: Shiny Sunday Hype :LunaLoveHeart:"
Hexadon: "400 exactly but legends are shiny locked, so 344 to go."
Metapod Used Harden: "Doing viewer battles after this?"
The anime girl cocked her head to the side before answering. "Well yeah gonna need to wait for a event for those, hope they at least put them in a raid instead of making them a handout like every other fucking shiny legendary. But yeah I might do some viewer battles later I'll have to see how I'm feeling. Need to end the stream soon."
Verdant Moose: ":LunaLoveHeart: Shiny Sunday Hype :LunaLoveHeart: Shiny Sunday Hype :LunaLoveHeart:"
Hexadon: "I miss when legendary pokemon weren't shiny locked"
Woopsire: "Just found your stream last week, do you have a vod/clip channel?"
She took a second to look over the responses as they were passing before speaking again. "Oh, yeah the channel name is different from my twitch handle though, Luna Waverider was taken somehow so it's Loona Waverider with two Os instead of a U. We're almost at 300 subs there guys so if you could stop by I'd really appreciate it. I upload there every day, if its not a stream vod then it's a shitpost. Speaking of which we're finally getting over 100 viewers consistently on these streams guys, thats huuuge. I just really wanna give a big thank you to everyone here" Luna said with a smile.
Verdant Moose: ":LunaLoveHeart: LOVE YOU LUNA :LunaLoveHeart: LOVE YOU LUNA :LunaLoveHeart:"
Codfish: "How do you stand streaming for so long in one setting every week?
Sneed: "8 hours no bathroom breaks? Diaper must be soaked now."
Luna's pupils and irises shrunk down. "FUUUUUCK YOU! What you just go up and ask people that shit irl!?"
Metapod Used Harden: "We call them gamer pants around here. :AnnoyedDolphin:"
Sneed: "kek"
Hexadon: "I thought we were calling them flood walls now?"
"STOP ENCURAGING THEM!" Luna yelled in a over the top voice. "God I hope this meme dies soon."
Woopsire: "Gamer pants? Flood walls? Whats the meme? If it annoys you why not ban the people using it?"
Luna sighed for a second while she used the game's fast travel menu. "Ok to explain the meme. These streams always go long and a never take many bathroom breaks. Most vtubers, i guess most streamers in general really, either take a lot of bathroom breaks or take almost none. So some people on twitch have fun guess if they're in diapers, training, or whatever. Some other vtuber said that she always wears "gamer pants" so she doesn't have to run to the bathroom in the middle of something important."
Sneed: The gamer pants rant clip
"Yeah, someone came to my chat joking about the gamer pants shit and, well, that clip happened. Somehow the clip of me ranting about a stupid diaper meme for 10 minutes blew up to 10k views on my youtube channel. Now people joke about it in chat since they know it gets under my skin BECAUSE ITS A DEAD FUCKING MEME! Ok. I do not nor have I EVER worn a diaper during these streams." Luna yelled while scrolling through her items menu.
Sneed: "Only dead when you do a dampometer stream."
Quiotix: "Oh you're where that meme voice clip comes from, I thought it sounded like you."
Woopsire: "Then why don't you ban em?"
"Honestly woop, to be real here, it doesn't bother me that much-" She closed her menu as the chat scrolled past.
Sneed: ":DolphinScreem:"
Metapod Used Harden: ":DolphinScreem:"
Codfish: ":DolphinScreem:"
"Yeah yeah dolphin scream. Point is you can't let yourself get mad at chat ok. Do that and you just become the meme, better to fuck with chat as much as they fuck with you. Have fun with it you know? Also fuck you, dampometer streams are for gimmick streamers playing jumpscare horror games." Luna stopped speaking as her character started moving around the map allowing the background music to fill the silence.
Behind the screen a brunet girl with hazel eyes took a second to screech her arms, adjusting the mic on her desk in the process.. She was wearing a long, loose fitting tee shirt and black socks that came up too her knees. Her chair was black with a minimal padded back that looked comfortable but was obviously not designed for lengthy use times. The seat itself was only about a foot and a half off the ground and had a solid plastic construction leading straight down to the floor instead of the usual rod leading down to a set of wheels. The seat was plastic with minimal padding and was positioned directly behind a reservoir that was nearly full of liquid.
She squirmed for a instant as a sensation she was made aware of minute or so ago was becoming stronger and more urgent. She reached over to her desk and flipped a switch on her mic, causing her streaming interface to show that sound recording had stopped. She leaned forward and pulled the hem of her shirt back, revealing her bare crotch. She positioned her vagina over the reservoir in her chair before mumbling something to herself. "113, 114, 115- nhgggg." hisssssssss She sighed and relaxed her grip on her enteral damn as a small stream of urine flowed down into the hole in front of her causing a splattering sound to fill her dark bedroom. She pulled a damp wipe out of a dispenser on the side of her chair and wiped herself down before leaning back and pulling her shirt back to its original position.
She flipped her switch again after leaning back to a sitting position as her recording set up displayed that it was capturing her voice again. "Anyway guys I think I should probably call it here." She said as she pulled up her save menu. "Sorry my back is killing me. Next Sunday we're going after Palafin for sure!"
Verdant Moose: ":LunaLoveHeart: LOVE YOU LUNA :LunaLoveHeart: LOVE YOU LUNA :LunaLoveHeart:"
Metapod Used Harden: "Looking forward to the Tuesday online ladder climb stream."
Sneed gifted 20 subs
Sneed: "New chair fund."
"Bffffffh, Thanks. I- UH. Damnit you gotta do that when I'm ending the stream." Luna shouted. "Thanks guys but I really gotta go! Cya!"
She hit the button to stop streaming and powered down her PC before standing up. She screeched to try and relieve and tension in her back. "Fuck I know these aren't meant to be used for eight hours straight but damn that hurts." She sighed again before pulling a removable bucket like reservoir out of the chair she had been sitting in and carrying the full container to the bathroom adjoining to her dormmates room. She tipped the heavy container into her toilet, flushing it at the same time to make sure it didn't over flow. "10 times today, that's one less than last week at least." She returned to her room and placed the container back in her chair before sitting down on her bed to check her text messages.
Dona: Yo Rosie, wanna go out for drinks tonight with Nick and I?
She took a second to reply. "Sorry, class tomorrow and then a shift at the bookstore after."
She flipped through pages of apps on her phone to open the reddit app before swapping to a throwaway account. She looked through replies to see a few dozen, all to a comment she made last night in r/DiaperBurner. She took a second to read through it again before checking replies. "I (18 F) had a pretty demoralizing revelation a few minutes ago. I realized I was out of night diapers so I asked my roommate if I could borrow a pair until I could go to the store tomorrow. She told me that she hasn't worn those in six months. SIX MONTHS. She's younger than I am. I'm a straight A student. I work two part time jobs basically, one self employed and both of which decimate my free time. She's coasting on Cs and her parent's money. This is so frustrating. I've been following all the advice this sub's given me and I don't even have two minute's notice before I piss myself. I can't even make it to the toilet in my own house sometimes, I need to carry a Gatorade bottle around my room. Even when I do it feels like a controlled accident instead of actually using the toilet of my own volition. Forget making it to the toilet when I'm at work or school. Every time I buy diapers, yes I don't even feel safe wearing pullups because when I tried them I ended up leaking through them in less than a week, I feel like the universe is making fun of me. I need some advice.
Rosie looked over the replies. "Damn I really over shared didn't I." She scrolled down to the lowest rated comment first, a tradition she had born from morbid curiosity.
She came to a comment that had been downvoted into oblivion. "Controlled accidents are honestly the best you can hope for if you can't hold back a leak for more than 5-10 minutes. You're at the stage where your body just isn't ready for much more. Yeah it sucks that some people just develop sooner than others, but you can't just hack your way into panties over night. That said you can develop skills to manage it, limiting liquids outside of your home, peeing preemptively in a toilet to avoid inconvenient accidents, etc."
Rosie moved her thumb to downvote it before stopped and scrolling up to see other replies. "Hopefully there's more better advice here.
"Have you tried setting a timer and going every 30 minutes, 45 minutes, etc? That worked wonders for me. I got into pullups in less than a month!"
Rosie glared at the screen before talking to herself. "No shit, thats only the first piece of advice you read in the fucking stickied post." She scrolled down to see a reply to that comment from a moderator she recognized.
"If she's been following our advice then she has tried that. She may still been in the automatic voiding phase of continence development, in the pined post thats the pre-voluntary control phase. This is rare for her age but not unnatural, around 8% of 18 year old females are still pre-voluntary. It's only medically concerning if she lacks the ability to void voluntarily in at around 20."
Rosie groaned seeing that reply. "Well at least 8% of people my age are as slow as I am." She looked to see if the same person had replied elsewhere.
"Hello u/throwaway2631! I hope you consider joining us with your main account. Regardless I do have some advice, feel free not to respond. Regardless of your stage of continence development it is important that you never consider any voiding as "accidental". You aren't subject to your body's urges and neurology, you are permissive of it. This mindset may seem minor, but it isn't. Do not allow yourself to "leak". When you feel the desire to pee, see it as a request from your body to you. Even willingly peeing in a protective undergarment isn't a issue when you are the one choosing to do so. Be knowledgeable of your limitations and try to urinate in a controlled location whenever possible, but if you believe it isnt then you should pee before your control over the situation lapses. Think of it like a orgasm, what is happening in your mind is just as important as what is happening to your body. Try to isolate what muscles flex and relax when you pee, figuring that out is key to exiting the pre-voluntary stage as progressing during the early semi-voluntary stage."
Rosie sat her phone down and opened her laptop. She downed the last of her gatorade before opening a paper she had been working on last night. "Ok just 300 more words on Roman military tactics and I can go to bed." She typed aimlessly for another half hour or so with historical sources and documentaries played at 2x speed sped through her mind. The words from that commenter bounced around in her head a few more times. "Maybe I should put a diaper on? No, I can make it to my chair or use my Gatorade bottle if nothing else, and if I wet that diaper I'm gonna need to sleep in it. I only bought a four pack of night times from the vending machine last night and the sale at the grocery store doesn't start until tomorrow, I'd hate to buy the overpriced shit from the bookstore because I ran out." She thought to herself as she screeched.
Rosie opened a incognito browser hoping to blow off some steam now that her paper was finished. She started typing "Broly Hentai" into her browser before her mind turned back to the specific advice she had gotten. "I know how to stop myself from peeing even if I'm not very good at it, but I haven't figured out how to go when I don't feel the urge too. Whenever I try I just sit there until a urge comes over me..." She threw her legs over the side of the bed and pulled her shirt up to reveal her bare bottom. She sad down on the edge of her bed with her legs spread wide.
She positioned her empty bottle with it's opening pressed tight against her urethra and leaned back whispering to herself with artificial assuredness. "Ok i've been fighting you but now I'm gonna work with you. I drank that Gatorade a while ago and that always goes right though me, I know I've got some pee inside me and you're gonna let it out right now like it or not." The awkwardness of the situation crossed her mind for a moment before she pushed the thought back and opened up a youtube video of running water. She pressed down on her stomach and tensed every muscled in her abdomen should could manage. "Come on come on, I am not putting up with this shit. I am going to piss wherever and whenever I damn well please!" She said more loudly this time knowing that her roommate was away.
She sat there shoving and grinding the bottle against herself and pointlessly flexing her gut for the next five minutes. "Come on just remember when you pee. What do you do? What do you do? Uhhhgggg I am not moving from this spot until I... Come on..." her body relaxed. She thought back to all the times she had tried to hold back her pee before her efforts gave in and her bladder had emptied itself without permission. "Come on! Come on! I can do this! I call the shots! Come On... COME ON!... Come- Oooooooonnnn-" her train of thought was interrupted by a familiar sensation, a muscle flex she was familiar with but never called intentionally. She felt a short golden stream exit her body, ending almost as soon as it had begun. "Nope, not done yet. Come Oooooon. Thats right!" She flexed again causing the stream to resume. She grit her teeth and exhaled as a shiver went up her body; the golden stream from before grew stronger before turning to a trickle and ending. "OH YESSSSS!" She yelled, much louder than she was intending.
"WOOOOO, YOU GO GIRL. WONDERING HOW LONG IT WOULD TAKE FOR YOU TO GET LAID!" Replied a familiar voice from the other bedroom.
Rosie's face turned red. "No, i was just- I'm having private time!" She yelled before thinking of the implications.
"Then don't test vibrators out while others are home, that shit's weird."
Rosie scowled for second before examining the bottle. "At least this is progress."
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I'd like to hear some more ideas for this little experiment, it's fun swapping around characters. I want to go back to some of my older writing projects soon but for now I need to get some ideas straight to end my writers block. If you have a idea you think would be cool feel free to suggest it! And if you wanna make something with the same idea id love to hear it.
Date Night Pt 3
Eric and Sarah walked out of the screening room as people flooded out. "Man did they really need to include one of those extended universe teasers in the end credits?" Sarah groaned.
"Yeah it's a bit overplayed at this point, especially for a monster movie franchise." Eric said while taking sip from his drink. "But hey, it might be fun."
"Yeah but I hate staying til the end credits over everything now."
"Then why did you want to?" Eric asked.
"Well-" Sarah said; tossing their empty popcorn bag away. "If they're gonna do it then I want to see what's happening."
"You sound like you would have been pissed if they didn't have a end credits scene."
"Well yeah, then I would have waited around for nothing." Sarah said looking over to the overly long bathroom lines created from two movies ending at the same time. "But it's the principle of the thing. They really shouldn't be tacking on 30 second trailers onto the end of every movie, at least have it play during the credits or something. I don't know."
Eric looked over to the bathroom lines just as Sarah looked back to him. "Man I was hoping to pee before we left." He thought to himself. He didn't feel like he needed to piss yet, but then again he rarely did. He was at the point where he only ever noticed he needed to be when the situation was urgent and he only had about 15-30 minutes before things got risky. "Does she need to pee? Should I ask her? I know you aren't suppose to ask a girl about her diaper unless she leaks through her clothes, but what about a girl that just wears leak stoppers like her? Should I ask her if she needs to go? Should I let her tell me?"
SNAP "Hey Eric, everything OK?" Sarah asked, interrupting his inner monolog.
"Oh, yeah nothing."
Sarah smiled back as her mind starting running through the situation. "Uhhhg I really don't wanna wait the 10 minutes it's gonna be for me to get in the bathroom. I don't gotta go yet... but if the urge hits me on the road that could be bad. These things probably can't take it if I start leaking, and if that happens twice on one date I'll never live it down. Maybe he needs to go to the bathroom, if he does then he won't mind the wait."
"Hey, you ready to go. I don't wanna keep you out late." Eric said with a smile.
"Yeah, sure."
The two piled into the car and road for the 20 minutes or so; the radio blared pop music while they discussed the movie.
"I'm just saying that the whole fishpeople origin story didn't make any sense, did they live in a cave they drilled into or something?" Sarah said while leaning forward on the car's leather seats.
"Probably plan to explain it in a sequel or something. I'm more confused where they got all that ammo from."
"The main character was a navy seal, those guys like hoarding ammo wherever they go if they can get away with it."
"You sound pretty familiar with the subject." Eric said with a laugh.
"Dad use to be in the military. I met a lot of his old friends." Sarah said finishing off the last of her drink.
"Really..." Eric said with some hesitance. "What branch was he in?"
"Complicated, use to be in the seals but apparently most of what he did officially never happened. He always joked that he'll tell me when he's on his death bed."
Eric laughed for a second before looking over to see that Sarah still had a serious face. "Oh... cool." Eric said nervously. He glanced down for a instant to see that Sarah's legs were pressed together, and he recognized that she was fidgeting slightly. "Does she need to pee? Should I ask her? Does she even realize she needs to pee? Sis always fidgets like that for a few minutes before she gets up to pee, and mom told me I tap my foot when I need to go even if I don't realize it. Maybe I should make a excuse to go to a place with a bathroom or something." Eric thought to himself as he looked to the side of the road to see a sign advertising a gas station a few miles down the road. "Hey Sarah, do you mind if we stop at that gas station? My drink is empty."
"Oh, sure." Sarah said to herself as she adjusted her position in the seat again.
They pulled into the parking lot before the two piled out of the car and went into the building. Eric went to look at the coolers while tapping his foot. He looked over his shoulder to see Sarah standing in place looking at the snacks. "Should I ask her if she needs to go? If I don't she might need to go while we're on the road. Uhhg what do I do?" Eric thought to himself before a idea popped into his head.
"Hey Sarah, I'll be right back." He said pointing to the bathroom.
Sarah's legs shifted slightly towards eachother when she heard that. A background pressure that she had somehow ignored while sitting in the car made itself abundantly apparent. "Crap, I hate it when it sneaks up on me like this. Uuuhg I gotta go." She thought to herself before replying. "Oh, sure I guess I better go too."
The two of them walked up to the single person bathrooms in the back of the place. Sarah stopped at the women's door. She tried to turn the handle only for it to be stopped by the lock on the other side. "Damnit, uhhhhhg why does it always get worse closer to the bathroom like this." She thought to herself; fighting the urge to shove her hands between her legs.
Eric walked into the men's room, ignoring the situation. When he walked in he suddenly felt a strong pressure in his abdomen. "good thing I decided to come here I guess, I needed to go too apparently." He said to himself as he pulled his pants and disposable underwear down just past his butt down, not bothering to lock the door. He decided to forgo the urinal on one side of the room and instead stood in front of the dirty toilet before he began relieving himself.
HISSSSSSS
"Ahhhh, that feels better."
Eric heard the door slam open. He looked over to see Sarah walking in with her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. Eric shifted away slightly to hide his penis before looking away. "Ah, Sarah, I'll be done in a-"
Sarah sprinted behind him before pulling her shorts down to her knees, barely having time to assume a position in front of the urinal with her hands pulling her womanhood up. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, I just really-"
HISSSSSSSSS
Eric could hear her pissing right behind him wither her shoulders brushing up against his back. He looked forward awkwardly as the sound of their streams splattering against the porcelain filled the room; fighting the urge to look behind him to see her bare butt inches away from his.
"Sorry, I just- I know this is weird." Sarah said awkwardly.
"No- no its fine. It's cool actually." Eric said, trying to reassure her without thinking.
"Cool? You don't think I'm weird?" Sarah said, trying to break through the noise of the two of them peeing next to each other.
"No, it's fine really. I'm a little curious how you do it-" Eric said without thinking. "Damnit, that sounded weird, I'm just making this conversation more awkward."
"What? Uh... maybe I'll show you..." Sarah said, trying to find a way to defuse the situation.
The two just looked forward silently for the next second or so until Eric finished. He shook his penis to free the last few drips before pulling his pants up. He turned around as soon as he heard the sound of her pee stop. He spun around just in time to catch a view of her pulling up the trainers he gave her earlier which now had a miniscule damp spot on the bottom.
She pulled her shorts up and turned around to see Eric rushing to the sink. The two of them started washing their hands together in the sink, avoiding any eye contact.
"Hey, Sarah, I don't think you're weird. Hey knowing how to go without squatting like that helped you out twice tonight so It's pretty useful I guess."
Sarah looked towards him before turning the faucet off. "Yeah but it's weird you saw me like that. It's embarrassing."
"Hey, we've all had a few close calls. That's nothing to worry about."
Sarah leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Come on, lets get going." |
Good morning/afternoon/evening everyone! I've got another new fiction here. This was written as part of my 2022 Omovember run (details here).
This story is intended to take place after the end of the season 1 episode "Wing It Like Witches" (hence the title).
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Amity Blight sat quietly on the couch, sipping her cup of tea. It wasn’t the best, but she expected that. This shabby shack known as the Owl House wasn’t going to have the same high-quality selection as her home manor. At least it was tolerable.
Taste aside, Amity was enjoying herself. For the first time in many years, she was hanging out with people she actually liked, people who made her happy.
This evening wasn’t without its awkwardness, however. It was still pretty weird being in the home of a wanted criminal, with a broken foot, sitting on a rugged old couch between her former best friend and the girl she secretly had a huge crush on.
Because of this, Amity spent a lot of time silently gulping down cups of tea, trying to take in the moment, only speaking up when she had something important to add.
Despite all of this, Amity didn’t feel like she was imposing. These people accepted her. They weren’t placing expectations on her. She was comfortable.
Well, she was comfortable. Not anymore.
Guzzling down so much tea had its consequences. Consequences Amity was now acutely aware of.
The drinks were catching up to her. The witchling’s bladder was filling rapidly. What started out as a light tingle only minutes ago had evolved into a heavy pounding in her abdomen.
Amity quietly scooted her legs together, unable to cross them due to the large cast on her right foot.
She really wanted to go to the bathroom, but there were a few issues. First, she had no idea where the bathroom was. Second, she really didn’t want to mention needing the toilet around Luz. Third, Amity had always been shy about excusing herself to take care of such things, due in no small part to her mother’s persistent “etiquette” training. She and her siblings were taught never to mention such needs unless it was an absolute emergency. Even then, they were encouraged to silently hold it until whatever conversation or meeting they were in was over.
But this wasn’t a formal party. Amity didn’t need to worry about being so proper. She just needed to wait for a break in the conversation.
Unfortunately, there was no such break. Everyone kept talking. Right now, Eda was in the middle of some long-winded story about her younger days, and it didn’t seem like she was going to finish any time soon.
Amity began to restlessly fidget with the hem of her skirt. She badly wanted to hold herself, but what kind of impression would that give? This was her first time spending time with these people. She didn’t want to look like some child who couldn’t control her bladder.
She set her empty cup on the table. She struggled to remember how many she had drank. Four? Five? However many, it had been a mistake.
Luz picked up the tea pot and motioned to Amity’s cup, asking if she wanted another.
The green haired girl placed her hand over her cup and shook her head. The mere thought of pouring liquid sent a chill down her spine. She didn’t want to consider adding any more to her system. Amity gripped her tights nervously. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“Everything alright?” Luz asked.
Amity froze. Was she being that obvious? Her cheeks blushed. For a brief moment, a war broke out in the witch’s mind between her dignity and her need for relief.
A painful spasm from her bladder decided that fight.
“Um… Miss Eda?” Amity mumbled, staring at the floor, “Where is your… um… bathroom?”
“What was that?” Eda asked loudly.
Amity cleared her throat.
“Where is…”
“Seriously, speak up, baby Blight!” The Owl Lady interrupted.
Amity shivered as she was assailed by another wave of desperation.
“Where’s the bathroom?” She shouted.
The momentary silence felt like a lifetime. Amity’s whole face went red. Had she just embarrassed herself in front of everyone?
“Oh.” Eda responded calmly, “Yeah, it’s up… stairs…” She trailed off, a look of realization crossing her face.
“Upstairs?” Amity gulped.
With her injured leg, stairs were a real obstacle for the young witch. She could manage it, but it would take some time, and time was something she didn’t have.
“Do you need someone to carry you?” Luz asked.
Amity’s eyes shot wide open. Her breath caught in her throat. It was bad enough to be carried to the infirmary earlier. Getting carried to the bathroom? No, no way.
“You know what?” Amity said, “I could probably just summon an abomination to help me… Haha… Yeah… That should work.”
She lifted a shaky hand and drew a circle in the air. An unstable circle of magic floated there briefly before shattering uselessly.
Between her extreme nervousness and her extreme desperation, the young witch was having a hard time concentrating. Any kind of magic would be next to impossible in this state.
Eda laughed into her tea cup. “Looks like someone’s in trouble.” She snorted, “Just accept the help, Blight, before you ruin my couch.”
“I… uh… w-well…” The green haired witch stuttered.
She looked nervously around the room. Surely, she had to have another choice besides Luz. She didn’t want to think about the human carrying her in this state, standing outside the bathroom, overhearing as she…
Amity shuddered.
One by one, she evaluated the others in the room. Eda wasn’t in any rush to help and she wasn’t exactly reliable. Gus was small, it would be really awkward for him to support her. Not to mention getting help from a boy in this matter would be almost as embarrassing as getting help from Luz.
Amity turned to Willow with pleading eyes.
The plant track witch looked away and rubbed the side of her head, “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that…”
An obnoxious, high pitched voice cut through the air as the door flew open.
“I could carry her~~~” Hooty said. His strange, worm-like body stretched in front of the couch.
Amity recoiled in disgust.
“Not even if I were literally dieing.” She said, harshly.
The bird tube huffed and slithered back outside, slamming the door behind him.
Amity hated this. She really hated this. It looked like Luz was her only option.
‘This is fine.’ Amity reasoned to herself, ‘She’s just helping you up the stairs. It’s not like she’s going to come into the bathroom with you. Not like she’s going to watch you as you…’ She couldn’t even finish the thought. Amity’s mind went completely blank.
“Oh, man, is it really that bad?” Luz shouted, bringing Amity back to reality.
“W-what?” Amity bolted upright in shock. She squeezed her legs tightly together as she felt her control slipping.
“Your face is all red.” Luz explained.
“Oh. N-no, it’s fine…” Amity stumbled over her words, “I mean, yeah, I need to go, but it’s not, like, an emergency or anything, you know! Haha. It’s not like I’m worried about losing control. I mean, yeah, it would still be good to go now. Just, you know, because…”
Amity trailed off. Everyone was staring at her.
“Yeah, let’s go…” She muttered.
Luz jumped up from the couch and grabbed Amity’s crutches off the floor. She handed them to Amity as the witch lifted herself up.
Amity leaned against her crutch for a second, taking deep breaths. Standing up made her realize just how full she really was. It felt like there was a grudgby ball in her stomach.
Once she regained her composure, Amity began to awkwardly hobble to the stairway with Luz following behind.
Luz draped Amity’s arm over her shoulders to help lift her off the injured foot. Amity tried not to think about how close they were right now. Luz felt so warm. Her shoulders were so soft. This would be a wonderful moment if it weren’t for the immense burden in Amity’s stomach.
Shakily, Amity grabbed the railing nearest her. Luz tucked the crutch under her arm between the two. They began their slow ascent, one step at a time.
Halfway up the stairs, another wave crashed into Amity’s bladder. She inhaled sharply and leaned over. Her bad leg twisted in front of her good one in a frantic fight to maintain control.
During this struggle, the crutch slipped from between the girls and loudly clattered down the steps.
“Are you ok?” Luz asked.
“Y-yeah…” Amity lied, “Just… a little winded.”
“Do you want me to grab that?” Luz gestured toward the crutch.
Amity looked back. It had fallen all the way down to the first floor. She quietly whimpered at the thought of another delay.
“L-let’s just keep going.” She concluded.
After several agonizing minutes, the duo reached the landing. Amity leaned against the wall to catch her breath.
“Ok, it’s just down this hall.” Luz pointed.
Sure enough, just a short distance away was a door with a girls’ bathroom sign and a hastily scrawled note that read “And King”.
Amity was so close. Relief was in sight. Just a little further.
Realization struck her. How was she going to do this without her crutches? Luz could help her down the hall, but what about inside the bathroom?
This thought caused the green haired witch to stumble. She nearly fell face-first to the floor, but Luz managed to catch her.
This last jolt threw Amity to the brink. She trembled while Luz helped her stand up. Amity could feel the entire contents of her bladder trying to spill out. It felt like it was right at the edge of her pee hole. The slightest touch could send her over the edge.
Pride was out the window at this point. Amity squirmed and thrust both hands between her legs.
“Th-This is bad…” She muttered to herself.
“Oh my gosh!” Luz shouted, “Don’t worry, I got you!”
Before the witchling could say another word, she was swept off her feet. It took a second to realize what was going on.
Luz had just picked her up. Amity couldn’t manage anything other than a startled squeak. She was overwhelmed by a mix of intense sensations. The human’s arms, her shirt, the motion, her own overwhelmed bladder…
The one thought in Amity’s mind was that she absolutely could not afford to lose control now. If she did, it wouldn’t just be her clothes getting ruined. Her pee would get on Luz, the girl she admired so intensely. It wasn’t just her dignity on the line anymore, it was her entire social- and possibly romantic- future.
Amity twisted her legs together. Every step jostled the sea inside her. It felt like her bladder was about to pop.
“Ok…” Luz started awkwardly, “Now, can you help me get the door open?”
Slowly, Amity slid one hand from between her thighs. She shakily reached outward.
The door violently burst open.
“HOOT! Door owl Hooty, at your service!” The house demon shouted, exploding through the door.
Luz let out a startled yelp and fell back.
Amity threw her arms out to catch herself. She hit the ground hard.
That was the last straw.
The delicate control Amity had fought so desperately to maintain was broken. Her pee began to leak out.
It started as a slight dribble and rapidly picked up in intensity until it was a full-blown torrent. The witch clenched her thighs and grabbed herself with one hand, but it was too late. She had held too much for too long, her body had given up.
Amity went limp and stared at the ceiling. Her tights grew warm, starting at her lap and spreading outward in all directions. The urine flowed freely out of her. Most of it spread down her legs and around her hips, some pooled on her stomach, wetting the bottom of her school shirt.
The fabric of her tights provided little resistance as the liquids cascaded down her legs and onto the floor.
The witchling laid there in stunned silence. The world stood still. She couldn’t see, hear, or feel anything except the river constantly flowing out of her.
She wasn’t sure how long it was before she stopped. A minute? An hour? A year? She wasn’t even exactly sure she had finished until the once warm fluids started to grow cold.
Amity shifted in place. Something felt off. The floor was uneven. It was also softer than she expected.
Her eyes went wide, her face was burning.
‘No! No no no!’ Her thoughts raced.
Amity dared to glance over to her side. There, in the corner of her vision, was the unmistakable tan skin of Luz the human. Underneath her.
Amity’s breath caught in her throat. Her whole body went cold. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
Not only had she just wet her pants, she just peed on top of her crush!
That was it! It was all over. There was no way to recover from this. Luz would hate her. Everyone would laugh at her. She would never be able to show her face again. Amity would live the rest of her life as a recluse.
‘Titan, kill me now.’ She thought, then lay back and waited for the world to end.
“...ity! Amity!”
Something broke through the haze. A voice. Someone was talking. Was it an angel? Was she dead?
The answer was yes for one of those questions. But Amity was still alive.
Amity opened her eyes. Luz’s face filled her vision. She didn’t look angry. She looked scared, concerned even.
“Amity! Are you ok?” She asked, frantically, “You didn’t hit your head did you?”
Physically, Amity was ok. Mentally? Emotionally? Not so much.
The witchling sat up, freeing the human under her.
“No… I’m ok…” She answered, grimly.
Luz sighed in relief, “Good, listen…”
Amity didn’t want to listen. She wanted to fix this. She didn’t want to lose the one good thing to happen to her in years.
Amity buried her head against her knees.
Both girls spoke at the same time.
“I’m sorry!”
There was silence. They stared at each other.
“Why are you sorry?” Amity managed to ask.
“I didn’t mean to drop you! I just got so startled and my foot slipped and…”
“It’s ok.” Amity interrupted, “It wasn’t your fault. It was that weird bird… tube… thing.”
Luz helped the young witch to her feet. While she stood, Amity caught a glimpse of Luz’s clothes. Her school uniform was wet. The skirt and shirt glistened, her multi-colored tights were darkened.
“Why are you sorry?” Luz asked.
“Because I… did this…” Amity gestured to her damp clothes, “And I got my… you know… on you.”
“Amity, it’s fine.” Luz reassured, placing a hand on Amity’s shoulder, “It wasn’t your fault. If I hadn’t dropped you, none of this would have happened.”
Amity looked up. Luz’s face was so genuine. She had a slight smile. She was so beautiful.
“So, you’re not… mad?” The witchling asked.
“Why would I be? It was an accident. We all have them.”
“And you’re not… grossed out?”
Luz shrugged, “Eh. This is the Boiling Isles. When it comes to gross bodily fluids I’ve been covered in, this doesn’t even crack the top ten.”
Amity giggled.
“There’s a smile!” Luz cheered.
“Now.” She continued, “Let’s get you cleaned up. I think I have some spare clothes that will fit you.”
Amity blushed. Borrowing? Luz’s clothes?
She was dumbstruck. She stayed silent as Luz helped her to the shower.
Before Luz left the room, Amity spoke up.
“What about the… um… puddle?”
“Don’t worry about that. I can take care of it. Just focus on you right now.”
Luz shut the door behind her, leaving Amity alone, sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at the wall.
How could this human be so nice to her?
After taking a minute to collect herself, Amity took off her dirty clothes and set them on the counter. She hauled herself into the shower, leaning unsteadily against the wall.
While the warm water cascaded over her, there was a knock at the door.
Before Amity could say anything, the door creaked open.
Even though the shower curtain was drawn, Amity gasped and covered herself with her arms.
“Alright, I brought you some fresh clothes. Sorry there’s not much of a selection, but they should do for now.” It was Luz. She had just barged in. For some reason, this made Amity’s heart flutter.
“I also brought your crutches and a bag for your wet clothes. Let me know if you need anything else.”
Amity had trouble finding her voice. She only managed to croak out a feeble “Thanks.”
“And try not to take too long. I don’t want to rush you, but Willow’s getting squirmy.” Luz added before closing the door.
Amity buried her face in her hands. Tears welled up in her eyes. This human was too perfect.
Once she regained her composure, Amity quickly cleaned herself off and stepped out of the shower.
There was a pair of jeans and a purple and white striped shirt messily folded on the counter. They were a little loose on her, but fit well enough. She shoved her soiled uniform into the bag.
When she opened the door, Amity saw that the puddle she left earlier was gone.
Without the burden of a bursting bladder, Amity was able to manage getting down the stairs on her own.
Everyone was still waiting in the living room. Luz had changed into her pajamas.
Amity felt like she should say something. She cleared her throat and rubbed the back of her neck.
“Sorry, everyone. I guess I pushed myself too far. Listen, can you please not tell anyone about what happened? I didn’t mean to…”
She was interrupted by Eda’s raucous laughter.
“Are you kidding? This is prime blackmail material. No way I’m giving that away for free.”
Willow stood up and placed a hand on Amity’s shoulder.
“It’s not the first embarrassing story between us.” She said, “You’re fine, Blight. For now.”
While that ominous statement hung in the air, Willow took off hurriedly up the stairs.
“Gossip isn’t really my thing.” Gus said with a shrug, “My lips are sealed.”
The door opened and Hooty stretched his worm-like body around Amity’s shoulders.
“Don’t worry, I’ll never tell~~~” His voice grated on Amity’s ears. “All your secrets and embarrassing stories are safe with me. Like how I didn’t tell anyone Luz wet the bed last week.”
“Hooty!” Luz shouted, throwing a pillow at the house demon. He retracted back out of the room.
“Don’t worry, Amity.” Luz said, her tone softening, “You’re one of us now. We don’t hurt each other like that.”
Amity blushed and a wide smile crossed her face.
“Well, I should probably get home. I’ve got some… laundry to do…”
Everyone said their goodbyes and Amity left.
On the way home, she felt strangely… light. Despite the horrifying accident, Amity was happy. These new friends were definitely the right choice. |
Hello guys! This is the second story in my series! This is a bit longer and a bit more detailed than my previous one, focusing on the lore of the backrooms.
If you’re familiar with the backrooms you’ll really enjoy the details i describe in each level, if you’re not then no worries i gave a brief description of what it is in the beginning of the story.
Might also add that the level numbers, names, descriptions, and entities are all canon to the backrooms. I did my research before i wrote this story! And fun fact even the level number you’ll see eventually in the story is canon! I swear i didnt come up with it 😂
ENJOY!! And dont forget to leave a brief feedback so i can fix my mistakes and take your opinions to continue to provide good ‘episodes’ in this series i am creating.. THANK YOU! ^_^
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Amy walked out of her university campus with two of her friends; Anthony and Jane, after a long day at college. She was a beautiful long haired brunette wearing a simple dark blue chemise that had its front tucked inside of her white jeans. She was sipping the last of her grape soda can before throwing it directly into the litter basket.
“Bullseye! Haha.” Jane said shoving Amy’s shoulder playfully.
“Oh i’ve been practicing since last time!” Amy said with a smile.
They walked a little bit and sat on a wooden bench overlooking a park with the city view behind it.
Anthony was scrolling through his phone, he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings as he was indulged on a certain topic he was reading.
“Hey guys ever heard of the backrooms?” Anthony suddenly asked.
“Yeah i’ve scrolled through a couple of topics.. many people explain how people just ‘slip’ into another reality, and that it has levels.. thousands.. some say they are infinite, some has unearthly creatures and monsters and there’s no way of going out once you go in! Except if you reach the final level, which is practically impossible.. you might get a chance though if you find a certain shortcut that gets you to the final level immediately from an early stage.” Amy said.
“Wow, you certainly know your info! Well it became trending recently. The subject just popped out of nowhere one day.” Jane said.
“Yeah true but well the subject started to pop up exactly 3 months ago.” Anthony said.
“Yeah so?” Jane asked confusingly.
“Well do you know what happened 3 months ago?” Anthony asked.
“Oh, do you mean the Armix tower explosive sonic wave downtown?” Amy asked.
“YES! I bet that Armix is behind it.. that sonic wave was certainly.. peculiar. They never said anything about it publicly. But i am certain they have something to do with it! The concept of the backrooms started after that particular explosion! They might have opened rifts or portals to other realities by accident!” Anthony said.
“Oh you and your conspiracies Anthony! I don’t even believe that they really exist, it just might be an internet hoax!” Jane said while blowing raspberries.
“Oh shut up Jane. Well what do you think Amy? What will you do if you accidentally slipped into the backrooms ha? Hahaha.” Anthony said with a laugh.
“Well i am not sure if it actually exists but if i happen and get thrown in there i will certainly be so scared i might piss myself in fear! Hahahaha.” Amy said jokingly. Followed by her question to Jane; “What about you Jane?”
“Oh i’ll definitely fully soak myself as well, from what i read it certainly is too scary! Hehe.” Jane said with a silent giggle.
“Since we opened the subject of peeing, do you guys remember the video that trended back then 3 months ago when the tower sonic boomed?” Anthony asked.
“You mean the one that was anonymously shared of the soaked girl coming out of a faulty elevator inside the tower after the explosion?” Jane asked.
“Yes. That video trended even more than the explosion itself! Must have been pretty embarrassing for that girl.” Anthony replied.
“Yeah the poor girl, i cant imagine being in her place, it must have felt so humiliating for everyone to see her like that. It certainly was too scary for her when the elevator was falling that she just let go all over herself.” Amy said.
“Yeah well there was also an obvious huge puddle on the elevator floor. Well they certainly couldn’t sue the company.. they had a fail safe and the girl was saved because of their technology. Besides no one knows the origin of that explosion! Oh well, they’re Armix after all, the most powerful company perhaps in the entire world?” Jane said.
They all looked at the tall Armix tower that was far off in the distance, standing like a gigantic rocket in the middle of their city. The city was called Lustral.
“Well forget about Armix.. something else is trending on the internet right now. Have a look guys this is very weird.” Anthony said while passing his phone to the girls.
The post showed a 20 seconds video, the thumbnail was a naked girl sitting on her knees with her face facing down on the floor of a walkway of a public park of a city called Lasix in a foreign country. The girl had a long brunette hair that covered her facials and she was sitting over an expanding puddle of her own urine in the middle of the park with bystanders surrounding her. The title of the topic was ‘Mysterious Naked Pissing Girl Appears Out of Thin Air in Lasix Public Park.’ It was posted two days ago.
“Press play already!” Anthony yelled at Amy. She immediately pressed play and they all watched confusingly.
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**VIDEO PLAYING**
The camera was filming an empty walkway in a park. Suddenly a naked girl appears out of thin air from what looks like an expanding energy filled orb. The orb disappears quickly within itself in a silenced blast leaving the girl on her knees on the floor audibly crying. The camera zooms in as a puddle started to expand under her.. filling the walkway with her urine. She was trembling and facing down with her long hair covering her face.
Suddenly the voice of a yelling man appeared in the background of the video; “STOP FILMING HER YOU IMMORAL PIECE OF SH—.”
Then the video ended abruptly.
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“WOW!” Jane exclaimed.
“This is weird.. didn’t you guys notice something? It seemed like the man who filmed the video knew exactly where the girl will appear. The video started before she even appeared.” Amy said confusingly.
“Well i agree but i noticed something else.. call me crazy but this girl looks exactly like you Amy..” Anthony said as he looked at his confused friend.
“No way..” Jane said.
“That’s impossible haha! First of all this video was posted two days ago, Monday 16th of March, today is Wednesday 18th of March! Two days ago i was with you guys at college remember?? Secondly, this video was literally filmed in a city called Lasix located on the literal other side of the planet! There’s just no possible way it’s me!” Amy said confidently.
“Well yeah you’re right.. it’s just that she has exactly the same hair style and skin color as you.” Anthony said.
“Her face is not obvious though, it’s probably just a coincidence and her body just looks like Amy’s, nothing more.” Jane said denyingly.
“You’re probably right, it’s just me and my conspiracies again.. Ha!” Anthony said sarcastically.
“Exactly! Haha!” Jane said laughing.
“Alright guys time to head home, i really need to pee i have been holding it since we came out of campus.. that grape soda filled me up haha!” Amy said as she got up from the bench.
“Alright see you later Amy!” Anthony said as he waved good bye.
“Bye bye bestie! See you tomorrow.” Jane said as she gave Amy a quick hug.
Amy waved at them and started walking through the park towards her home on the other side of the park.
She squirmed a little bit on her way home as her bladder filled, but kept moving nonetheless. She suddenly noticed a weird tree, it appeared like it was glitching in and out of reality. It just stuttered in a weird way as if it was a malfunctioning hologram.
Amy confusingly but carefully approached the tree, she unwittingly reached her hand out to touch the flickering tree, and to her surprise she ‘slipped’. Her whole body got sucked into the tree as if it was nothing but pure air, she started falling through the endless dark void losing all her senses in the process. Amy had just no-clipped out of reality.
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*ENTER LEVEL 0: THE LOBBY*
Amy started to gain her consciousness slowly, she was laying on a musty yellow carpet. The carpet was a bit damp and smelled moldy. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around to find herself in an empty yellow room. The walls were covered with yellow paint, and the lights were fluorescent and gave out w constant buzzing noise and flickered every few seconds. The buzzing noise was certainly annoying and monotonous. Amy immediately put her hands over her ears as she began to slowly regain her senses.
She looked around the room in her shock. She immediately realized that she was literally inside the backrooms. The very one she and her friends were joking about a few minutes ago.
“It’s real.. omg it’s real! No no no!” Amy started talking to herself as she sobbed. Her bladder ached in her fear. She felt like her bladder will give out in her fear and surprise. She immediately put her hands on her crotch and crossed her legs in order to try and hold it in. She instantly remembered the conversation with her and her friends about ‘peeing herself’ if she ever made it to the backrooms.
“Oh no i am gonna pee! Im gonna pee myself! Please don’t pee.. please don’t pee.. please don’t pee!” She kept repeating to herself as she cried but to no avail. She started to leak a little bit into her panties and white jeans and through her hands. It left a small wet spot around her crotch but surprisingly she managed to hold it in as she calmed herself down a little bit.
“Oh nooo i wet myself! I really need to find a way out of here before i fully soak myself! I cant take it anymore!” She said while sobbing.
She relaxed herself a little and then started exploring slowly with tears in her eyes, a wet dark spot on her white jeans and a large amount of urine in her bladder.
She moved slowly out of the room to find dozens of similar yellow rooms. She kept moving and looking around as her need to pee intensified. But there was nothing new. It looked like a maze of empty yellow office spaces that seemed to be endless. The constant buzzing of the fluorescent lights was driving her crazy. She wanted to get out anyway she can now, and most importantly she needed to relieve herself.
After what seemed like an eternity of walking in an endless yellow maze, the monotonous hum of the yellow lights was suddenly interrupted with a landline telephone ringing. The sound startled Amy which made her put a hand over her bladder and leak a bit in her panties again, but it also gave her a glimpse of hope. She started following the ringing phone with a fast pace hoping that this could be her way out of here.
The ringing started getting higher and higher as she finally arrived in a room that looked exactly like the other rooms except that there was an office desk on the middle of the room with a black telephone ringing above it. She slowly reached the phone and answered with trembling hands.
“He-he-hello?” Amy said stutteringly.
Nothing answered but a loud static noise like a bad frequency coming from the other end of the phone, and among all the static noise a voice faded in and Amy tried to make out the words.
“It’s - - behind - - you.. RUN!” The voice said as she finally deciphered it.
The words gave her chills and goosebumps. She suddenly dropped the phone and put a hand over her mouth as she slowly turned around to look behind her.
To her surprise she found a dark inhuman silhouette standing in the distance, making a terrorizing screeching noise as it twitched in its place but appeared to be idle.
Amy stood still but in her shock the small wet spot on her crotch started expanding into a full wet patch along both sides of her white jeans darkening it all into a gray color. The flow extended towards her shoes and started dripping off over her shoes and into the moist carpet. The sound of urine hitting the ground caught the creature’s attention and it suddenly started sprinting towards Amy with its screeching voice getting louder.
Amy screamed and immediately started running the other way with her urine still spraying into her jeans in her terror as she ran for her life.
Her adrenaline pumped up which put her in the natural fight-or-flight mode, possibly her body voided her bladder for her to be lighter to give her a chance to run faster and escape the danger she was facing.. ironically her bladder was voided into her jeans which practically made her feel heavier and made it more difficult for her to run.
Nonetheless; she ran into the same yellow empty spaces for a couple of minutes not looking back but still hearing the chilling voice of the creature. Surprisingly she noticed a trap door in the floor in one of the rooms she ran into and decided that this would be her best bet to try and hide from the creature.
She sprinted with all her power towards the trap door with the creature tirelessly sprinting behind her. She managed to pull the handle of the door and open it. She looked down to find a partially dark concrete area, no more yellow in there.. as she was going down the hole the creature immediately grabbed both of her feet and pulled her on the ground away from the trap door.
As she was being dragged she definitely let go of some more of her urine and pissed all over the carpet. Her chemise got wet from her own piss this time as she was being dragged on her stomach over her own urine.
She kicked so hard that finally both of her shoes came off her feet into the creature’s dark hands. The creature lost balance and fell backwards as Amy crawled rapidly back to the hole and climbed down quickly shutting off the trap door behind her.
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*ENTER LEVEL 1: HABITABLE ZONE*
Amy came down into a chilly area. It looked like a sprawling gigantic warehouse that had concrete floors and walls and a dim light. Fog was hanging in is the air with no discernible source. It underwent the process of condensation which formed large random puddles of water on the large cold concrete floor.
She looked down at her jeans and shirt to find all her clothes soaked, smelling of her own urine. She slowly walked a little bit and stepped over the random water puddles which soaked her white socks and immediately after she gave out an audible cry and sat down on the floor to take her breath in disbelief after that frightening situation that made her lose total control of her entire bladder.
She sobbed and hyperventilated for a few minutes until she took back control of her body. She calmed a little bit and then proceeded to take off her damp socks because who likes the feeling of wet socks on their feet?
She stood up slowly and started moving through the vast endless warehouse, stepping on the cold water puddles with her bare feet now. She was pretty scared but at least there was no creatures to be seen around, and the monotonous buzzing and endless yellow are no more. It might drive anyone insane.
The warehouse seemed to be expanding forwards, it wasn’t a maze like the previous area. Amy kept walking in a straight line for what might have been a couple of hours before finding a small door on the side of a concrete wall. She carefully opened the door hoping it will lead her out of this nightmare but to her surprise she found a supply cache. It was mostly empty except for a few random fruits and two unopened bottles of ‘Almond Water’.
She quickly reached for one of the water bottles, opened it and started gulping it down. She needed to rehydrate, she hadn’t drunk anything in what seemed like hours. She was super tired and dehydrated but the almond water gave her energy. It tasted sweet and refreshing. She threw the empty bottle away and then grabbed an apple. She voraciously ate it and then grabbed the other almond water bottle and chugged it down in one go.
“Ahh.. that felt good. Now i can focus on getting out of here.” She said as she came out of the supply cache room. Her bladder definitely starting to fill again after she chugged two bottles.
She ventured through the endless warehouse again after a good refill. The sound of water puddles under her feet triggered a reaction in her bladder again. It had been a couple of hours since she had her accident, in addition she just chugged two entire water bottles. The dark patch on her jeans was visible but it was dried in but still a bit damp making her feel colder.
She finally reached a tunnel that looked a bit different than the rest of the warehouse. It was becoming tighter and tighter. She moved in nonetheless to find herself in what seemed like a maintenance tight tunnel filled with pipes running along the walls.
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*ENTER LEVEL 2: PIPE DREAMS*
She started moving carefully through the tunnel. Black liquid could be seen oozing out of some malfunctioning pipes. Of course she didn’t touch it and tried to avoid it as best as she could.
There were doors on the right side of the wall, she tried opening a few but none of them responded. They were all locked tight.
Amy kept walking trying to open every door she comes across to no avail. Her need to urinate was growing larger.
Eventually she saw someone standing still in front of her in the tunnel with his back to her. He looked humanoid. Could it be another human who was lost in the backrooms like her?
She carefully approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hello? Are you okay?” She asked naïvely.
In an instant the humanoid quickly turned to face her, and to her surprise it was faceless. It had no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no ears. Nothing.
Amy immediately squealed and fell backwards on her butt and started to back paddle away from the creature while crying. As she did so, of course, she started urinating in her jeans again in her terror. Rewetting the already dried gray patch. The patch grew larger and leaked under her butt this time. It left a trail of urine as she continue to back paddle while uncontrollably pissing into her jeans.
She quickly noticed that the creature wasn’t moving. It stayed in its place standing still only it was facing her. It made sense she thought, the creature doesn’t have any senses. It should be harmless.
She stopped back paddling but kept her eyes locked on the creature. The final drops of urine leaving her vagina into her jeans as she sat still for a moment. She slowly stood up again and put a hand on her butt to notice how much her buttocks were soaked. They were completely drenched and still dripping, leaving a huge patch on her butt.
“Oh no.. not again!” She thought to herself. She was lucky the creature couldn’t see, or smell her urine.
After a moment of collecting herself she decided to move past that creature slowly. She stuck her back to the pipes and started moving slowly past it. She held her breath and sneaked on her barefoot tip toes very close beside it in order to continue on her way. She leaked a little bit more as she moved past it from the fear of the situation she was in but continued on her way nonetheless. Suddenly a pipe burst beside her and the creature immediately turned to face her again. This time she picked up her pace and started running with the last of the content of her bladder finally releasing into her panties and jeans.
She started to slow down after a couple of minutes of running when she made sure the creature wasn’t sprinting behind her like the other one. She bent down putting her hands on her soaked knees as she took her breath.
She started slowly navigating the tunnels again when eventually she found a small hole in a very fragile cracked wall. It looked unique and different from the same pattern she had been walking in for a while now. What was stranger is that there was a sledgehammer perfectly placed in front of that hole. Is this the way out?
“This could possibly be my way out of here. I have to break the fragile wall. It can’t be a coincidence!” Amy thought to herself as she grabbed the sledgehammer and moved towards the wall. It was heavy but she managed.
She slammed the wall as hard as she possibly could and it surprisingly instantly shattered like paper in one blow. The hole was revealed to be a circular tunnel that she could crawl through. She collected herself and hesitantly started crawling through that tunnel until she reached the light on the other end. Unbeknownst to her, this was actually a hidden short cut that took her right into level 5.
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*ENTER LEVEL 5: TERROR HOTEL*
After jumping down from the tunnel Amy found herself in a vast lobby of what looked like a hotel complex. Light seemed to be shining from the windows. One might think it was finally the sun but there was nothing but white light. The architectural style seemed to go back to 1930s, with furniture dating back to 1920s. Jazz music was playing in the distance with whispers and voices of the chatter of people but there was no one there but Amy.
She started to move through the reception area and found stairs in the middle leading to the hotel rooms. She carefully reached the hallway and found what seemed to be infinite rooms left and right of her. She started moving in and trying many of the room doors but none opened until she reached the end of the hallway after about 30 minutes of walking. It was a dead end, but not quite. There was a larger door at the wall in front of her, refraining from the same pattern of left and right doors. She thought this might finally be it. The door had room number 207 embedded into its wooden body.
Hopeful, she turned the door knob slowly and it finally opened with her, the door wasn’t locked. She carefully entered to find a magnificently designed luxurious room. It had a huge bed in the middle and looked like any fancy room she can’t afford back in her own reality. She felt a bit excited yet still fearful.
She entered the room and sat on the huge bed realizing that she felt uncomfortable wearing her wet pants. After all she pissed herself twice in it and she was wearing it in that state for god knows how many hours.
She finally decided that she needed to relax. Maybe sleeping would be the way out of this level? She thought that while she’s at it she might as well definitely take a hot shower in the massive bathroom that was complementary to her room.
She started difficultly pulling her sticky urine filled jeans off but she managed. She was already bare foot since level 1. She then pulled off her blue panties and took off her chemise and blue bra. She was completely naked now. Her body was a bit sticky from all the urine and she definitely smelled like a urinal. She kicked her ruined clothes to the side and rushed to the shower so she could finally shower and relax then sleep on that comfortable bed so she can regain focus or possibly get transported to another level.
As soon as she reached the bathtub she stood inside of it and started turning all the valves, but there was no water coming out. She felt frustrated and started to smack the shower head a few times. While doing so the bathtub under her suddenly dissolved. She was pulled down under and into another dark void. She looked upwards as she levitated forcefully downwards to see that she no-clipped out of the hotel seeing her bathroom moving out of distance as she was being dragged down. She had accidentally found a secret entrance to the final level of the backrooms.
She finally settled on a dark ground to find a gray looking huge spiral staircase in front of her.
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*ENTER LEVEL 9223372036854775807: THE END*
Naked and scared Amy had no choice but to approach the gray stairs in front of her. As soon as she stepped on one of the steps the door she came from shut behind her. The stairs was incredibly tall, dark, spiral and surround by walls. The steps in the staircase were floating, metal square slabs that gently shifted around.
“All i wanted was just some sleep i cant! I cant! I am too tired and too cold for this! And now i am all naked!” Amy said while sobbing. Nonetheless she collected her strength and started climbing the stairs slowly.
Amy found occasional locked doors as she ascended the creepy staircase. She kept climbing as she trembled in the cold to no end. She occasionally sat on the steps to take a break from climbing. It took about two hours until she finally reached the very top of the stairs.
She found a door with a letters electronic pad beside it. She tried opening it but it was locked. She knew then that it needed a password. She was frustrated as she tried different combinations of names and letters to no avail. But finally she got the bright idea of putting her name in.
A . M . Y .
The door beeped and unlocked. She opened it to find a dark hallway but saw a very bright light at the end of the tunnel. She started walking towards it when suddenly dozens of decayed hands started coming out from both sides of the walls and tried to grab her. She screamed and started running and kept hitting the hands away.
“Have to reach the light at the end of the tunnel! The light at the end of the tunnel! The light at the end of the tunnel!” She kept repeating to herself while taking the hands off her.. and finally she reached it after a struggle.
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*THE FRONTROOMS*
Suddenly she fell on a solid ground. It looked like gravy dirt. Her face was fixated on the ground with her long brunette her covering her facials, she sat on her knees and as she did so her bladder finally gave in once more from all the pressure and fear she just faced. The puddle started to extend on the ground she sat on as urine flowed from her bare vagina.
A mysterious man with a black hat and a black coat was standing there with a peculiar type of phone. He was filming the incident on a live feed under an anonymous name since before Amy even appeared. While he was filming a crowd began to gather around Amy.
One ethical man saw the mysterious man filming her and ran towards him shouting; “STOP FILMING HER YOU IMMORAL PIECE OF SHIT!!!”
The mysterious man started running away from the scene and vanished. Which interrupted his video.
Amy snapped back into reality when she heard the man shouting. She looked back up and looked at the crowd of people surrounding her, realizing that she was naked and that she had pissed herself on the floor. The bystanders had witnessed that. She looked around in panic to find herself in a park she’d never been to before.
Amy started to slowly realize that she is the very same girl she had watched on Anthony’s phone. It was really her.
A woman took off her coat and covered Amy immediately with it as she helped her to stand up.
“Whe- where am i? What is th- the da- date?” Amy stutteringly said as she asked the helpful lady in order to confirm her suspicions.
“What do you mean honey? It’s Monday the 16th of March. You’re in Lasix. Come you need help and medical attention i’ll take care of you.” The helpful woman said confusingly answering her as she walked with Amy away from the scene.
The woman’s answer had confirmed to Amy that she was indeed the girl in the video. She had traveled back in time two days prior to when she first entered the backrooms and it landed her in Lasix, a city in a country on the other half of the globe of where she lived in Lustral.
She didn’t quite understand what had actually happened. But what was confirmed that the backrooms did actually exist, a reality or a bunch of realities defying all known laws of time and physics filled with monstrous entities.
But she was relieved. After all Amy was one of the lucky very few who managed to survive the backrooms and live to tell the tale.
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The video was nonetheless shared by the mysterious man and it started trending on all platforms with the headline
“Mysterious Naked Pissing Girl Appears Out of Thin Air in Lasix Public Park.”
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“WOW!” Jane exclaimed.
“This is weird.. didn’t you guys notice something? It seemed like the man who filmed the video knew exactly where the girl will appear. The video started before she even appeared.” Amy said confusingly.
“Well i agree but i noticed something else.. call me crazy but this girl looks exactly like you Amy..” Anthony said as he looked at his confused friend.
“No way..” Jane said.
“That’s impossible haha! First of all this video was posted two days ago, Monday 16th of March, today is Wednesday 18th of March! Two days ago i was with you guys at college remember?? Secondly, this video was literally filmed in a city called Lasix located on the literal other side of the planet! There’s just no possible way it’s me!” AMY SAID CONFIDENTLY.
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There is a sex scene in this fanfic. Children, do not view this!
Rated: Fiction M | Categories: Sex, peeing, internet porn
Two waters, and a coffee, and a large cup of lemonade. That's everything that had gone into Raichu'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.
Raichu 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.
"F-floatzel?!" Raichu banged on the door, calling out to his roommate, and boyfriend, Floatzel. "A-are you in there?!"
"Hm?" Floatzel had just gotten out the shower, and was drying himself off. "Raichu? That you, dear?"
"Y-yeah! Um...! C-can you hurry up in there?!" Raichu's hands were jammed in his crotch. "I really really gotta relieve myself!"
Floatzel's ears perked up, the idea of his boyfriend desperate to pee was endearing... and rather arousing. He wanted to probe the idea more.
"Oh? Did you drink too much today?" Floatzel 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 school... Please h-hurry in there!"
"You know I coooould... just, yknow, not open this door..."
Raichu quickly realized Floatzel was teasing him, this was common between them, and it made his face heat up.
"N-no no no Floatzel! 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!"
Raichu 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.
"F-floatzel please, please l-let me in! I-I'm about to make a mess on the floor!" Raichu shut his eyes tight, trying so hard to keep his flood from bursting out of him.
As hot as Floatzel 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.
Floatzel gasped, running inside, only to be grabbed by his boyfriend's paw.
"W-wh-" Floatzel pulled him close, kissing him on the lips. Raichu's paws jammed tighter into his crotch, but he also greatly enjoyed the kiss.
"Mmmmm~" Floatzel 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.
"F-floatzel... please..." Raichu's legs quivered, he was moments away from making a mess of the floor they were standing on.
Floatzel couldn't deny him any longer, letting go of him. "Alright, you can go~"
Raichu rushed over to the urinal, immediately letting his stream gush out into the urinal. He moaned in bliss, his head hanging back as he got his incredible relief. Floatzel came up behind him, rubbing his head gently, his paw going towards Raichu's bulging bladder. He lightly pressed down onto it, causing more pee to gush out of Raichu faster, and making the embarrassed EleMouse moan louder in pleasure.
"Gosh..." Floatzel kissed his neck as Raichu peed. "You really had a lot in there, huh?"
Raichu whined. "I-I did... haaaa..." His legs were still shaking from pure bliss. Only when Floatzel pressed down harder on his bladder did his stream finally start to die down, soon slowing to a stop.
"Better, honey?" Floatzel smiled at him.
"M...much..." Raichu looked down shyly. He had really enjoyed that, especially Floatzel teasing him.
"Now that you're done... What do you say we get to bed?" Floatzel's paws went to Raichu's hips, making his face turn red.
"O-oh! A-alright!" Raichu's tail was waving excitedly.
(Fair warning! This is where the sexual stuff starts.)
Floatzel scooped his boyfriend up, carrying him to their bedroom and setting him down.
"Before we sleep..." Floatzel kissed Raichu's cheek. "Why don't we have a little fun~?"
RAichu's already red face turned a darker shade. "P-please..."
With that, Floatzel's paws went to his boyfriend's fluffy thighs. Gently rubbing them and causing Raichu to whine, he was already getting aroused, noticeable by his penis beginning to rise...
Floatzel chuckled. "Excitedly already, huh? You must've been wanting this..."
He bent down, his head going between Raichu's thighs and kissing his penis. Causing a flustered whined from Raichu who covered his face.
"Just relax, okay? I'm gonna make this amazing for you..."
"O-okay..." RAichu peaked from behind his paws, looking at his boyfriend with a trusting gaze.
Floatzel quickly went down on RAichu's dick, starting to eagerly suck at it. RAichu moaned loudly, his legs shook trying not to close in on Riolu's head.
"O-oohhh... Floatzel... keep going..." Raichu lightly pushed a paw on Floatzel's head, motivating him to suck faster, his tongue gliding across Raichu desperate cock. Raichu could help moaning and whining louder and louder as his legs began to quiver wildly.
Floatzel! Haa!" Raichu could feel himself getting fuller by the second, now holding back his load.
Floatzel took more of Minccino's dick in, his tongue practically dancing all around it excitedly waiting for his climax.
"F***! Haa! Floatzel I'm gonna break the s*** out of you!" With a massive moan, Raichu's load bursted out of his dick and directly into Floatzel's mouth and his legs clamped onto his face. Floatzel moaned as he took in Raichu's cum and swallowed it happily.
"Mmmmm~" Floatzel's head came up and he licked his lips. "That was delicious..." He sat up, his own erection now visible.
Raichu took a moment to catch his breath, looking at Floatzel's dick. "U-um..." Raichu looked away. "D-do you... need some help too?"
"Well... I could use a stress reliever~" Floatzel looked down at Raichu's ass. "Mind turning over?"
Raichu blushed wildly, but nodded, turning himself over such that his soft ass was stuck up, facing Floatzel. Floatzel gazed in awe, getting up on his knees and getting into position.
"I'm gonna go slow, just tell me if its too much."
Floatzel slowly pushed his dick into Raichu's butt, making both of them moan out in pleasure. Floatzel eagerly started to thrust inside him, their whines growing louder with each time he forced himself into Raichu's soft ass.
"H-haa! F-faster!" Raichu moaned out in pleasure as Floatzel passionately pounded him. "Don't s-stop!"
Riolu kept going, leaning his paw down to start rubbing Raichu's dick while f*cking him. This made Raichu's moans escalate way louder, his whole body was shaking as he was about to cum again already.
"Nnngh! Floatzel!" Raichu covered his face again. "C-can't hold it!"
Floatzel 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. Floatzel came directly into Raichu's lovely a**, while Raichu blew his second load all over the bedsheets, making a rather large mess of them.
The two collapsed on the bed, Floatzel pulled out of Raichu and pulled him close like a plushy.
"Was that good?" looked down at his exhausted boyfriend.
"V-very..." Raichu spoke shakily, tired but very satisfied. |
Summary:
1. A man is disturbed in the middle of the night for the call of nature by a stranger
2. The stranger pleads for the man's use of his bathroom
3. After pleading several times, she is given access to his bathroom
Characters:
1. Wallace Boehmin
2. Desperate female
Plot: It was a cold and chilly Thursday night and Thanksgiving Day holiday. At 11:30 pm you would have thought it was time to pack it in for the next day. But as usual, there were the late night pockets of gatherings. That included small groups of people at street corners, family gatherings, outings at night clubs or the usual criminal activity. Some worked night shifts and graveyard shift, or going to school. Others were returning home from their work or college classes. Some did travel too, such as those in sales or government.
But for the rest, people were indoors getting their beauty sleep. One such person trying to get his beauty sleep was a young man of 30 years old named Wallas Boedmin. He lived in his small apartment studio amongst many in a small apartment complex. It wasn't terrible nor was it great. It was average quality and average rent bill. The landlord was also average quality. Digressing back to the story. It was 11:30 pm and still he couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning as he tried to find a comfortable position.
After another 45 minutes, he gave up trying to sleep and lay there staring at the darkness of the lightless void permeating his bedroom and his apartment. All he could see was nothingness. Not one color or shade of color was perceived. The rods and cones of his eyes adjusted to the blackness of the dark room. Wallas thought about today's work day, the rent, the bills, and the people that stand outside in the apartment complex parking lot. They always gathered for partying, drinking, and being loud. They would keep him up during the holidays and some Fridays with their partying.
He turned on the television and put on the science channel. Currently airing was an old episode of Strange Evidence on the Science Channel. He already saw this episode and totally disappointed it wasnt a new episode. However, the episode wasn't too bad nor his favorite. It was something for now.
He sat there watching for the next 15 minutes soaking up the information as minimally as possible and with his eyes closed and squinted. His eyes were trying to adjust to a colorful bright light. At midnight, he turned off the television and just lay there. He thought about playing pokemon heartgold on his ds, but that was another bright light.
He chose to finish writing his story he started a few weeks ago. He was after all, a junior writer for hobby sake. It wasn't professional but he thought about publishing it to make a little extra cash. So he carefully walked into the living room just outside his bedroom and sat on the couch. He turned the dial for the lamp light to a setting comfortable for his eyes and began looking through his notes for his story. So far his story went as far as the middle of the story body and he wasn't sure about where to take the story direction next.
"May be if I have Max go Betty about .... no that could be done with Icarus. As for Elissandra ... may be we could-". He stopped mumbling to himself as he lost his train of thought. He sat there thinking while half asleep. He just wasn't ready to continue yet but he wanted to settle this matter between Max, Betty, and Icarus. He also thought the antagonist (against Max) Darrell and how he could become the ultimate villain of the story for the final conflict and climax.
It was now 12:20 am and still the rody bunch outside the apartment complex still made noise, dancing to music, talking loudly things he couldn't hear properly. Wallas felt disgust for their late night partying. Then .... all of a sudden .... Wallas jumped in his couch seat.
He turned towards the front door to his apartment. He femt alittle nervous perhaps it was one of the partygoers at the door. He didnt feel right talking with anyone who was drunk. Again, three knocks on the door sounded at Wallas's door. Again, Wallas said nothing hoping the person on the other side went away.
However, it dawned on him he still had the lamp light on and perhaps his presence was given away. Another three knocks wwre made against his door as the person on the otherside wanted something. However, this time the stranger called out. "Hello .... hello I-i-i ... I kn-now its ... late but I .... Oh please can we talk." The sound of the stranger was female. Wallas felt nervous about responding back.
"Hello hello please can you help me-oh .... hmmmmmmmm!" The stranger moaned. Wallas thought about calling the police but the stranger started crying and moaning outside his apartment. "Oh please open up I know it late but I have to pee and I can't hold it much longer." the stranger moaned. Wallas didn't feel right about this and just kept silent.
The female stranger replied again, asking for entrance into Wallas' home for use of his bathroom. "Look I just h-have to p-pee that's all. Please allow me to use your bathroom." Wallas wasn't sure about opening the door for a stranger but he didn't want an accident right outside his door.
He went to the front door and spoke. "I don't know you and I am not comfortable with this." But the stranger insisted on her stance. "Please please let me use your bathroom. I've pissed myself a little into my jean shorts and a little bit down my legs. I know this is weird and late, and embarrassing ... (panting) I really need to pee and I don't want to have an accident. Please let me go use your bathroo- oh gawd I ... I can't hold it much longer oh please let me use your bathroom." the stranger cried.
Wallas looked to see outside his apartment using a small circular window in his front door. He saw a red head outside wearing a white shirt and denim shorts, black high heels, and of Caucasian skin color. Her hands were in her crotch and her face expressed immense worry and franticness. She bobbed up and down trying to hold it.
Wallas was usually a passively kind and gentlemanly person but this was kind of awkward. A sexy young woman was at his door asking for the chance to use his bathroom to pee and badly. He could see her pain but wasn't sure about this. The stranger re-stated her position.
"I understandhowembarrassingthisisbutIreallyhavetopeeandImighthaveanaccidentrightherepleasehelpagirloutplease!". Wallas didn't want to let in a stranger but he didn't want the stranger to have an accident. "Okay I'll let you into my bathroom but you have to leave once your done okay?" Wallas asked. The stranger replied "Deal!"
Wallas removed the latch and door locks, opened the door and allowed the stranger to enter. The stranger hobbled awkwardly inside the apartment, following Wallas towards the bathroom. At one point, she was a few steps away from the bathroom when she stopped, bending forward and wincing.
She cried out "No!" while fighting a wave of desperation as she tried to prevent a flood. She just spurted a jet into her already wet shorts. Luckily no drops escaped the outside of her already dampened shorts nor travel down her thighs. Once she felt steady to keep walking, Wallas helped her into the bathroom and turned on the light.
The stranger closed the door and proceeded to unbutton her pants. Afterwards, she proceeded to unzip the shorts zipper which only opened a quarter of the way. Because the shorts were tight there was no way she could fully remove them down to her ankles. She became even more frantic and pulled as tight as she could with her cold numb fingers. "****n zipper won't open come on damn it open up." She said in a strained voice.
She bobbed up and down frantically and about to have an accident. Time was running out. Wallas waited outside the bathroom in the living room. She tried to pull on the zipper in all directions to no avail. Suddenly, she spurted a jet of her pee, followed by another and another and another, until her spurt was full on peeing.
In a split-second she sat down on the toilet and began peeing through her shorts. They darkened more and more as her pee emerged from her groin as a several streams surrounding one central stream
The sleeves of her shorts also became drenched and saw streams emerge from them. Her buttocks area was dripping with pee. All went into the toilet. It went on like this for 45 seconds before it trickled to several small streams of droplets. After another 20 seconds, she stopped peeing and sat there for a fee minutes trying to catch her breath, shivering from being outside.
Wallas could hear the faucet running for a minute, then the toilet flushing. The door opened and out came the stranger. The stranger replied. "Thank you I feel so much better. I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'd better get going now. See you around." Wallas responded calmly "No problem." He showed her out the door and she went her separate way.
Wallas closed the door and locked it. She went back to her story a bit, then went back to sleep.
(Note: the desperate female wore this.)
Edited November 26, 2022 by Uroguy
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A while back, some old friends of mine were reminiscing about our senior year field trip, which sparked an idea for a story. I didn't get around to finishing it at the time, but went back recently and did so, so I thought I'd share in case it's enjoyable for anyone else.
My senior year, our school celebrated the graduating class by taking them on a trip to an amusement park. Personally, my ideal senior trip would be a day to stay home, but the day turned out much more interesting than I anticipated.
We arrived at our school earlier than usual to load up on school buses. Despite it being the end of the year and summer, it was slightly chillier than usual that morning and people huddled together drinking their warm coffees. I would have done the same with my friends but we were assigned to buses in alphabetical order and I was quickly separated from them when the buses arrived. By some quirk, none of my close friends had last names close to mine, so I walked into the school bus alone and grabbed the first seat I saw that was empty, which was in the middle of the bus by a girl named Jocelyn. We didn’t run in the same crowd but she was considered a rather nice person and quickly smiled at me before turning back to her two friends sitting behind her. Despite the trip being nearly two hours to get to the amusement park, our school could only afford school buses, which there was some grumbling about. Certainly, a coach bus would have been nice to nap in.
I looked around to double check if I knew anyone around me well enough to talk to them. In front of me were two rather catty girls I wanted nothing to do with and they wanted nothing to do with the rest of the bus, immediately going on social media and only talking amongst themselves. Across from them, diagonally to the right from me, was a girl I barely knew and her friend Leslie. Leslie was a wavy-haired girl known mostly for her academic achievements, but her baggy black jeans and unassuming top hid a more curvaceous body than most knew. I wasn’t close with her though and shifted away from my perverse thoughts and looked across the aisle. Imani sat closest to me with her boyfriend on the window aisle. Imani, an athletic Black girl who was both academically gifted and one of our star athletes, wore a school button-up - maybe she forgot we could dress casually, maybe she actually wanted to rep our otherwise rather unpopular school - and tan shorts and was already immersed in a playful argument with her boyfriend. Next to me, Jocelyn was kneeling on the seat so she could see above the back as she talked to her friends. This gave me a moment to admire the attractive, popular girl from her straight dark hair to her midriff, exposed between her white crop top and her high waisted blue jeans, to the curves of her ass due to her tight jeans. I also noticed all three girls sipping coffee from their thermos and a hint of a thought entered my brain… but I pushed it aside and pulled out my own phone to pass the time until we took off.
As we started to move, I put away my phone to avoid carsickness and dozed for a bit as those around me chatted with their friends. By the time I really woke up, we were probably just under thirty minutes away from the amusement park. I noticed first that Jocelyn had stopped talking to her friends and was sitting quietly next to me, thermos empty and a little hunched over. I didn’t think too much about it at the moment and glanced around. Imani was sitting quietly as well, her legs crossed tightly and her rather strong muscles flexed. Her boyfriend was asleep and leaning against the window. Leslie’s foot was tapping the floor of the bus as she continued talking with her friend, and I finally allowed a thought to percolate to my brain - I had a feeling these girls who had chugged their coffees were in need of a bathroom. Not exactly the most brilliant deduction, but this was an exciting thought for my perverse brain. However, as I did not want to be known as a pervert, I quickly pushed these thoughts aside and focused on looking ahead to see where we were.
Soon, though, movement in my peripheral vision to my left made me look over. I was greeted by the sight of Jocelyn bent over, both hands shoved in her crotch, and legs crossed tightly. I was unsure if it had to do with her desperation or her posture, but her bare midriff bulged slightly as she bounced her legs. It was undeniable what was going on. Jocelyn saw me looking and smiled weakly. “Sorry… I have to use the bathroom…”
I tried to look comforting. “No worries, we’re almost there. We should have had coach buses with bathrooms too, but our school was too cheap I guess.”
She nodded in agreement but was too focused on holding to respond further. I glanced around in order not to stare. Leslie had fallen silent as she continued to tap her feet while Imani rocked slightly as she hunched over with her legs crossed, her hands gripping her legs as she held them tightly in place.
I looked back and Jocelyn was still hunched over, but her hands were out of her crotch and now tightly holding onto the edge of the bus seat. I was surprised she pulled her hands out, but the reason for it became clear as I heard a quiet “pfft.” Jocelyn blushed and focused on staring out the window, refusing to find out if I noticed as I smelled the relatively subtle fart. She was gripping the seat to press her ass into the seat, clearly needing to go both ways. A moment later, she squirmed as she pressed her ass down, but the focus on her bowels meant she must have leaked, because a wet spot the size of a coin appeared on her light blue jeans right where her crossed legs met her crotch. Soon after, a rather large bump along the road caused the wet spot to glisten, darken, and expand. Jocelyn looked down and tried her best to hold on, but at this point I could see the wet patch glisten and expand every few seconds. I was fascinated and frankly, immensely turned on watching and didn’t even pretend to be looking at anything else as I stared at the patch growing from just her crotch to halfway down her thighs. At one point, a spurt was long enough that I saw a puddle form before seeping down between her legs. Jocelyn had her eyes closed at this point and a trickle had begun running down the bus seat and onto the floor, though the puddle was small enough that no one else noticed yet.
Unfortunately for Jocelyn, the bladder release did nothing for her bowels, and I heard another soft fart followed by a momentary crackle. Jocelyn involuntarily grunted as she leaned over harder, arms now holding her stomach. The scent of her burgeoning accident, still subtle, wafted to my nose and I wondered how there would be room for her escaping bowels as she ground her ass ever harder into the seat. The focus on her bowels clearly took her concentration away from her bladder as well and I heard a growing trickle as she began to pee in earnest. Her thighs glistened and the puddle beneath her grew in size. My own shoes were now dangerously close to her puddle, though I made no effort to move my feet. The trajectory of her urine trickling to her ass before running off the bus seat and dripping off the edge to the floor meant my own pants were safe from her accident. She finally looked over at me, knowing there was no hiding her accident. Her eyes watered a little with shame and embarrassment. “I’m so sorry… I couldn’t hold it…”
I really did feel for her in that moment and instinctively put one of my arms around her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it… it happens. I’m not judging at all.”
She stiffened under my touch momentarily but then relaxed, leaning her head against my shoulder. However, with my arm around her shoulder, when we went over another bump, I accidentally pulled her closer to me. The left side of her ass lifted off the seat for a moment and a louder fart escaped this time. She buried her face on my shirt in embarrassment as I heard her finish messing herself, the rest of her load escaping in one final woosh. She stayed leaning to the right to avoid entirely sitting on her load and looked up. “What am I going to do… we have to get off the bus soon.”
I took my arm off from around her shoulder and took off my red school sweatshirt, revealing a plain t-shirt underneath. I handed it to her. “Wrap this up around your waist… Keep it for the rest of the day.”
She hesitated. “Are you sure? They’re going to get dirty…”
I nodded. “I don’t mind. Seriously.”
She took the sweatshirt and gave me a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. She blushed again. “Sorry… you probably don’t want a kiss from a girl who just had an accident.”
I looked her in the eyes. She had no idea this was doing the opposite of grossing me out. I didn’t have any words but instead kissed her chastely on the lips. I didn’t want to overplay my hand, but in that moment I thought the brown-eyed girl was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. I had my own embarrassing bulge in my pants I hoped she hadn’t noticed. She, however, was busy being surprised by my kiss and returned with a deeper one and we made out for a minute before she pulled away and said, “We’re pulling into the lot…”
I looked around and saw we indeed were outside the amusement park. I also looked to see if anyone noticed us, but everyone was preoccupied admiring the park. Imani was still desperate to go, and it seemed her boyfriend had just woken up and was trying to comfort her as well as she doubled over with her hands in her crotch. When she pulled her hands out, I noticed a small wet spot, easily visible on the light tan shorts. I remembered Leslie was desperate as well and to my surprise, saw a similar puddle to Jocelyn’s at Leslie’s feet. From where I was sitting, though, Leslie’s black jeans seemed to give away no other sign that she had wet herself already. For a moment I wished I had witnessed the wetting directly, but making out with Jocelyn was worth it.
The bus soon parked outside the main entrance and Jocelyn stood up, wrapping the sweatshirt around her. She showed me her behind before turning back and asking me, “How does it look?”
The sweatshirt fully covered the wet spot and presumable bulge that was there. Given the seated position, the wet patch was likely contained to the seat of her pants and her upper thighs. On the front, the wetness was minimal as she was seated, though if the ends of the arms of the sweatshirts moved aside, one could see a clear wet spot on her crotch and a little bit on the thighs. I said, “You’re in the clear… just keep the sleeves of the sweatshirt where they are now.”
The bus doors opened and people began to exit. I watched Leslie keenly as she stood and could just faintly tell the seat of her pants was darker than the rest of her black jeans. Another surprise revealed itself as she took a step towards the exit. The black jeans were not skin tight, but when she walked, a slight bulge was revealed and I realized she must have messed herself as well. To do so subtly and quietly… I was impressed. Imani was next to step out, and before her boyfriend could shield her rear end, I saw a wet patch the size of a fist and her ass was also clearly tightly clenched. They quickly stepped off the bus and I let Jocelyn off, walking behind her as an additional layer of protection (much like Imani’s boyfriend). We lined up at the entrance, waiting to be waved through by security. Jocelyn’s friends made small talk with her and myself as we waited in line, but they could tell Jocelyn was more reserved than usual and generally left her alone. The conversation did give Jocelyn some confidence, though, that folks weren’t going to immediately notice her accident. Leslie’s own accident was less and less obvious as her jeans dried in the sun, the temperature much warmer than the morning. I still glanced over for glimpses of the hint of a bulge that revealed itself when she stepped forward. Leslie’s refusal to show any awkwardness over her accident was just as much a turn-on as Jocelyn’s accident.
Meanwhile, Imani was struggling much more as she hadn’t had much release on the bus. From behind, I easily saw when trickles escaped and ran down her thighs. First, one went down her left leg to the back of her knee. Next, another escaped on her right side as the left trickle grew to her ankle. A few steps further up and both trickles grew and droplets appeared on the pavement. Her boyfriend kept his arm around her, comforting her, but she couldn’t help as she began to wet herself in earnest in spurts. Her tan shorts were clearly wet, with a sort of triangle below the wet circle that occurred when she was on the bus. Her downfall came a few steps later, though, when I saw a bulge appear in the seat of her pants. Despite her tightly clenched ass, a load was clearly escaping regardless. It was first the size of a couple knuckles, but it soon grew to a golf ball, then a small orange. Each growth led to renewed peeing and she was leaving fist-sized puddles on the pavement now. I stared, fascinated by the way the bulge grew and how she peed in symmetry with her bowels. Her shorts showed clear pantylines, and the full cut panties she had clearly chosen at least paid off in containing her growing accident. A few others behind us almost certainly were watching the accident as well, but I couldn’t see Imani’s face from behind. I imagine she was mortified and I felt a pang of guilt for enjoying the show.
After a couple more minutes of waiting and more leaks, Imani finally completely released. A loud fart escaped - loud enough to cause Leslie to turn around in surprise, finally noticing Imani’s accident - and the bulge seemingly doubled in size in just a couple seconds. Piss flowed freely down Imani’s legs, creating a sizable puddle on the asphalt. Leslie immediately went to comfort Imani, along with her boyfriend and Jocelyn. Leslie whispered something to Imani and Jocelyn pointed to my sweatshirt around her waist. Imani then took off her button-up, revealing a sports bra and her muscular abs. She wrapped the shirt around her waist the same way Jocelyn wrapped my sweatshirt and it did genuinely do a good job at hiding her accident. Since she had shorts, once she wiped down her legs a bit with her hands, the staining was concentrated in a small area. Her bulge was large enough I could tell while staring even through her shirt, but few would look that closely.
I imagine it was a strange experience for the three girls to walk through the metal detector with accidents in their pants, but of course that did not set off any security and they were waved through, the guards likely not even looking closely enough to notice their accidents. However, once inside, a teacher confronted Imani. Ms. Boone was known as a rule follower and a mean teacher, and she immediately began telling Imani to put her shirt back on, claiming a sports bra was against school policy. A back and forth argument ensued, drawing a small crowd of our fellow students. Finally, Imani, in tears, took the shirt from around her waist and around her shoulders instead, revealing her accident. Ms. Boone made no comment on the accident and merely smiled smugly, stating, “Now you’re in dress code.”
Ms. Boone walked away, her own tight windbreaker and black leggings showing off her own curves. Her walk even seemed condescending, and students in the crowd whispered to each other. Many came up to comfort Imani, calling Ms. Boone a bitch and other names. I, for one, was glad public opinion was on Imani’s side and it seemed no one judged her for her accident. Her boyfriend soon pulled her away from the crowd, though, presumably to help her clean up. Leslie, too, made a beeline to the nearest bathroom. I turned to Jocelyn and asked, “Should we go get you cleaned up?”
Jocelyn nodded. She turned to her friends. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later.”
Her friends gave me a lingering look then smiled at her and walked away. I’m sure they thought we were escaping to hook up and that explained her newfound attention to me… Little did they know there was something else she had to take care of first! I said, “A bunch of students are going to the closest bathroom, let’s find one further away to get some privacy.”
She nodded and we walked in silence through the park, not even looking at the rides. My sweatshirt did a good job of hiding her accident, though, and no one paid us any mind. We found a bathroom tucked away in a back corner of the amusement park and even better, it was a single occupancy bathroom. She stepped inside while I stood outside, not wanting to overstep my bounds. She turned around. “Would you mind… coming inside with me?”
I said yes, thinking secretly, “That’s actually exactly what I wanted to hear.” I stepped in and closed and locked the door. She took off the sweatshirt and looked mournfully at the wet and slightly brown patch on the inside. I took it and threw it in the sink, not caring about the stain. I looked down and saw the entire rear end and upper half of her thighs were soaked from behind, in addition to a small portion of her crotch in the front. The tight jeans meant the bulge from her mess wasn’t too obvious, but you could tell between the left and right pantylines there was a bulge, drooping more to the left than the right. The wetness meant a brown stain had seeped through, too, about the size of the fist. Jocelyn looked in the mirror before unbuttoning her jeans. She gingerly pulled her jeans down, revealing purple hipster panties that were dark & soaked at the crotch and halfway up the ass and a slightly flattened load that threatened to spill out of the leg holes of her underwear. She gingerly waddled over to the toilet and dumped out her load before pulling her panties back up and flushing. I’m sure her panties and ass were still messy, but she seemed to think it was a lost cause to try to clean it up. She looked at me mournfully. “I’m sorry, this probably isn’t very sexy…”
I didn’t say anything and merely strode over and kissed her as she stood there, messy and wet panties on and jeans around her knees. She returned the kiss and we made out passionately in the bathroom, too young and horny to realize what an unflattering setting it was. Soon, I was fingering her through her wet panties, the wet cotton driving me crazy. She paused for a moment, likely embarrassed I was touching her urine-soaked underwear, but her arousal took over and she let me finger her until her knees buckled slightly and she came. I felt a renewed wetness on my fingers. I was unsure what it was but I enjoyed the moment anyway. She came to her senses and pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down before sitting me on the toilet. She got on her knees and blew me. She was clearly not a rookie at this - I wouldn’t know, having not been around the popular kids much! - and I certainly was not complaining. After all I had seen and experienced today, I came in record time. Jocelyn swallowed then we both pulled our jeans up, slowly returning to our senses. She put my sweatshirt back around her waist and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “Hopefully that pays you back for helping me so much… Do you mind if I keep this sweatshirt? I can give it back at the end of the day.”
I nodded, not even put together enough to say words. We exchanged smiles one more time before stepping out of the bathroom, hoping no one noticed us both being in there. She returned to her friend group and I headed to the food court, feeling hungry for an early lunch.
A couple of my friends were thinking the same thing and already seated. They waved me over and I stopped by to say hi before waiting in line to get a typical amusement park lunch - hot dog, fries, soda. I rejoined my friends and put the memories of my morning aside for a moment, eating my food and enjoying the company.
My… interests, however, reared their head again when I saw Ms. Boone step away from her food for a moment to tell off a student for running in the food court - yet another rule no one cared about in the middle of an amusement park. A couple students hurriedly walk past and I thought I saw someone dump a packet into Ms. Boone’s open thermos… a few other students perked their eyes at the sight, but no one said a thing when Ms. Boone returned. I thought to myself, “Why would Ms. Boone keep working as a teacher when no one liked her… Here were students committing a literal crime against her, and none of us would rat them out.”
There were some excited whispers from our friend group after seeing that, but obviously there was no immediate outcome - she sipped her drink, none the wiser, and we’d have to wait until later in the day to see if there was indeed anything put in her drink and what it was. Another sight caught my interest, though, as we finished our food and planned which ride to try out. The table next to ours had a group of girls eating and laughing, like us, but they drew my attention when one, a short Latina girl named Gabriela, was laughing particularly hard. I wasn’t sure what she was laughing at, but after a moment she wheezed between high-pitched laughing fits, “Help… I’m peeing…”
I looked down beneath her ass on the picnic table. Indeed, a puddle formed as a clear stream flowed through the holes in the metal bench. My friends giggled and whispered to each other at the sight, but as they were normal people, they quickly moved onto a new conversation. I kept glancing as Gabriela finished peeing, laughing all the while. The steady stream slowed to a trickle, ending with several short spurts. The puddle surrounded her feet and her friends had scooted over to avoid the damage. Gabriela stood up, her tight black leggings practically see-thru and clearly showing a white thong. She spun 360 and bent over for her friends. “Is it obvious?”
From where I sat, I could see the outline of a wet patch and it made the leggings more translucent than ever, but it wasn’t so obvious every bystander would notice. Her friends said essentially the same - one could only notice if one was looking closely - and Gabriela shrugged and she and her friends went off to ride rollercoasters as if nothing had happened. My hyperactive imagination wondered if her damp leggings would leave visible evidence on the seat of the rides she’d go on this afternoon…
My friends soon after also got up to check out the rides. I promised I would join them in a second but first had to pee myself, having not gone since before we got on the bus. I went to the closest bathroom and was greeted with a line. There were two open arches facing away from each other, one the men’s and one the women’s. This format meant the line from inside the bathroom extended outside, and I was behind about five guys outside the arch while there were about ten women. While the men’s line moved quickly, aided by the presence of urinals, the line was long enough it gave me time to glance at the women’s line. Most were people I didn’t know and had no massive signs of desperation - occasional crossed legs, tapping foot - but the third in line was a girl I knew a little. She was a skinny and quiet goth-presenting girl named Demi, and her dark hair and shadowy make-up today was no different, though she dressed in the uniform khakis for once. Despite her reserved personality, she must have been extremely desperate as she blatantly held her crotch and crossed her legs, bouncing in place. She looked extremely embarrassed but refused to make eye contact with anyone else, though I tried to smile reassuringly to her. Soon, though, I was inside and able to do my business but unable to see Demi.
After my uneventful trip inside the bathroom, I stepped out and saw Demi was still in line and still outside. The women’s line was moving slowly, even by standards of women’s lines. Demi was hunched over, clearly at her wit’s end. I realized it would be weird for me to stand there and stare, but I was given an excuse in a second when Ms. Boone stormed past the line into the bathroom. At first I thought that she maybe had to go and was flexing her power, but she looked angry, not worried. I heard banging, and soon after Ms. Boone was dragging a girl, Isabelle, out of the bathroom. Ms. Boone shouted, “You’ve held up this line for too long. Everyone’s been reporting a stall has been occupied for ages and it reeks of weed. I know you’re vaping in there, hand it over!”
Isabel, an admittedly well known stoner, meekly handed over her e-cigarette from her hoodie pocket (I noted, bemused, that if she was using an e-cigarette, “reeking of weed” had to have been hyperbole by Ms. Boone, but I suppose now wasn’t the time to get into an argument). Ms. Boone commanded, “Alright, now to the bus. You’ll wait there and I’ll call your parents.” Isabel whined, “Okay, but I didn’t actually pee yet, can I pee first?”
While no one liked Ms. Boone, it was absurd that she took the stall for so long and didn’t even pee and the other women in line rolled their eyes at her. Ms. Boone said, incredulous, “Absolutely not, you’ve used up enough time in there. Let’s go.”
I was unsure if Isabel was truly desperate or just being a brat at Ms. Boone, but in response she stood in front of the crowd and peed freely, the ripped black jeans glistening for a moment while a puddle grew on the sidewalk cement. This show was also too much for Demi, and I saw a dark patch appear on her khakis around her hands that were thrust into her crotch. As her own accident grew and flowed down her pants, Demi sidled into the inside of the women’s bathroom and out of view. Fortunately, everyone else’s attention was on Isabel. If Isabel was looking for sympathy, she didn’t get it. I took a moment to glance at the glistening on Isabel’s pale legs visible through the rips and holes of her jeans. Ms. Boone said, “Well, now you don’t need the bathroom. Come with me.”
As they marched away and I followed suit so I didn’t look TOO interested in things (though I took a moment to stare at the two foot wide puddle Isabel left behind, along with visible wet footprints), I noticed the black jeans hid Isabel’s accident quite well now that she wasn’t actively soaking her pants. Demi, on the other hand, would have a harder time hiding her accident. I felt bad, thinking of the embarrassing afternoon awaiting her, but she must have done a good job hiding, because I didn’t see her again until the lines for the buses. At that point, her pants were dried and aside from a faint outline around her crotch, rear, and thighs, her accident wasn’t visible.
There were two other incidents, one small and one major, that caught my interest. One was while I was awaiting the drop tower. As I was in line, a brown-haired short but athletic girl from my grade, Brittany, left the ride laughing with her friends. I heard her friends saying, “I cannot believe you peed on that ride.” I was surprised, too, since Brittany was a boisterous girl and I couldn’t imagine she was scared. She said, loud enough for those of us in line to hear, “I don’t know what happened, we dropped and I just couldn’t help it!”
She didn’t seem embarrassed, and her black track pants honestly didn’t show any visible sign of an accident. I thought I saw maybe a darker patch on her rear or some faint wet reflection of the sunlight, but it was probably just hopeful thinking. Either way, Brittany didn’t seem embarrassed and nothing else came of it other than the ride was paused as they cleaned her seat. I did have some lingering thoughts about how Brittany went the rest of the day in presumably soaked underwear, and I wished I could see what was under her track pants.
The second incident occurred as the day was approaching the end. I had ridden all the rides I wanted, and at this point I was just sitting on a bench with a couple friends, talking about nothing in particular. As we talked, more and more students congregated near us so they wouldn’t miss the bus, since we were close to the entrance/exit. This was when I saw Demi’s dried but faint outline. Leslie and Gabriela passed by me as well, though I saw no evidence of their previous accidents on their dark colored clothing. I noticed Imani & Jocelyn arrive next. Imani’s shorts had dried and there was only a hint of her wetting herself, a slight line outlining the former wet patch. However, the slightly darker brown stain about the size of a dollar bill was noticeable if one checked out her ass, as I did, though there was no bulge anymore. No one paid her mind, people still blaming Ms. Boone for her embarrassment. Jocelyn was wearing my sweatshirt around her waist still and gave me a shy smile when she passed me, which I returned (I think… I at least hope it was a cute smile). It did a good job of hiding any potential evidence of an accident.
The real show was when Ms. Boone arrived. She was speedwalking through the crowd of waiting students. I wondered where she was in a rush to, then I realized she was headed straight to the bathrooms at the entrance. As Boone passed me, I saw her rather voluptuous ass was clenched in her leggings, the outline of a thong visible. Imani’s boyfriend saw her next and got his friends’ attention before making his way to her path. Ms. Boone passed by a particularly dense group of students, not keen to give her any sort of respect or space, and Imani’s boyfriend took the opportunity to stick out his foot and trip Boone. It worked, and she had no idea which student had done it as she flew forward and towards the ground. Everyone heard a massive fart as she fell in surprise, fortunately catching herself with her hands and avoiding any injury. However, the fall was too much for her self-control and the crowd made a circle around her as she farted again and an unmistakable bulge formed, bypassing her thong. She laid still on her front, frozen in shock, as all the students witnessed her actively mess herself. The bulge grew upward at first before settling between her legs. You could watch the first solid turd curl up, followed by another, and the crackling & farting sounds were obvious for all to hear. After the solid load was emptied, Ms. Boone finally collected herself enough to get back on her feet, but as she did it another loud fart echoed and she let loose another load of looser, wetter poop. There was no doubt now she was spiked with laxatives. Additionally, the front of her leggings glistened and there was a wet patch on the ground where she laid the size of a dinner plate. Students around her, having no sympathy due to her earlier actions in the day and her general lack of sympathy throughout the school year, filmed her and laughed, and Ms. Boone had tears in her eyes as she speed walked to the bathroom, her legs glistening as she peed and her bulge drooping as she kept loudly messing herself. The less solid load and thong meant you could see the bulge expand down her thighs as she finally reached the bathroom.
The students at my school, including the friends I was sitting with, were cheering and laughing, with my friend sitting next to me high fiving. I had no sympathy for her either, but I was a little more muted in my laughing because I was hiding my massive arousal. Eventually the crowd died down and began filing its way out to the buses and I was also in a decent enough state to get up from the bench.
We were mostly on the same buses, but Jocelyn came by to tell me she was going to join some friends on a different bus. She asked if I wanted my hoodie back and that she could wash it and return it, and I said she could either keep it or I don’t mind taking it back now and washing it. She may have picked up on my intentions, because she gave me a wry smile then handed me my hoodie. As she walked away, I couldn’t see much evidence of her wetting, but could see a faint brown patch from her messing. I saw a similar stain on my hoodie, which I was more than happy to see. It certainly wasn’t in a position for me to put it on. I couldn’t smell anything, which is good - otherwise people might think I had an accident - but the pervert in me hoped if I got a closer whiff, I could smell the evidence of Jocelyn’s accident. However, I wasn’t about to huff my own hoodie while in line in front of a bunch of other students.
Since Jocelyn and a few others had swapped buses, the seats were slightly jumbled and by the time I got on, the closest free seat was the front row behind the driver. Across the aisle were two girls, Destiny and Diana. They were friends through playing softball together. Meanwhile, there was one extra row in front of Destiny & Diana’s seat (that didn’t exist on my side of the aisle because of the driver’s seat) and it was taken up by supplies and one of our PE teachers, Ms. Romo. Ms. Romo, a fit Latina woman with her slightly messy hair in a bun, was wearing a school-themed t-shirt and athletic shorts. Destiny, a skinny and toned light-skinned Black girl, was wearing tight black biker shorts and a white t-shirt while Diana, a curvier brunette, wore a black t-shirt and ripped light blue “mom” jeans (in that they were a bit looser fitting). Since I didn’t really know them, I paid them no mind and vice versa and by the time we got on the highway, I had fallen asleep and napped for most of the ride back.
When I woke up, we were getting off the highway and I was a little surprised to see the show awaiting me. Diana was hunched over, hugging her own stomach, while Destiny had her hands thrust in her lap and was tapping her feet rapidly. I had a whole seat to myself, so I leaned back against the window in a way where I could pretend I was scrolling through my phone but kept Destiny & Diana in my sight. Diana winced as she bent forward even more. I immediately thought she must have farted - or more - but with the bus engine running and kids laughing and talking throughout, I didn’t hear anything. A moment later, I thought I smelled the faint hint of a fart, confirming my suspicions. I thought maybe Destiny would react to it, but she was too busy rocking back and forth as she held herself. Destiny sat closer to me by the aisle, so I could see her toned legs, exposed by her tight biker shorts, bouncing rapidly as she concentrated on holding back a flood.
Now on the city roads, the bus had to brake and accelerate for traffic & traffic lights. We weren’t on the smooth highway asphalt and the city roads varied widely in quality. This was demonstrated by a particularly bad pothole that caused multiple people to bounce in their seats. I felt the back of my head hit the window, and I flinched in pain as I rubbed the back of my head. I didn’t lose line of sight with the two girls, though, and I saw they fared even worse than me. Destiny clearly leaked, a trickle flowing down the front of her bus seat - the material absorbing nothing. Diana bounced forward when the bus hit the pothole, since she was already leaning forward. With her arms around her stomach, she couldn’t brace herself and lightly hit her forehead against the seat in front of her. She put her hands on her head in surprise and pain, but her facial expression quickly turned from pain to shock. She froze before leaning over to her left a little. I couldn’t see any details, but I was pretty sure she was losing control and lifting her rear off the seat a little to avoid a messier, crushed load. She buried her face in her hands. Destiny must have realized what was happening and pulled her hands out of her crotch. I could see they were glistening wet and she took a moment to dry them on her biker shorts before putting her arm around Diana, whispering something to her. The change in position and removing her hands was the last straw for her, and as she comforted Diana I could see a growing trickle flow down from beneath Destiny to the front of her bus seat and onto the bus floor. A puddle grew from a few droplets to over a foot wide, sloshing back and forth slightly with the bus’s movement.
Diana’s accident was confirmed as I slowly started to smell the unmistakable scent of a fresh load. For the next few minutes, the scent was faint, but after a few more minutes, the scent became significantly stronger. My first thought was Diana let more go, but regardless of the reason, it was now strong enough there were a few comments and whispers from the rest of the bus. Finally, someone shouted, “What is that smell? Who shit themselves?!”
The bus erupted in laughter. Despite no one knowing it was Diana yet, she looked close to tears. Destiny held Diana closer and whispered something, presumably comforting her. They talked in hushed whispers for a little longer before Destiny grabbed the top of the seat in front of her and hoisted herself to a half-standing position. With her butt off the seat, I could see the glistening of the bus seat surface and her black shorts from her earlier wetting. I had a suspicion of what Destiny would do, but even I scarcely believed it as I saw her bear down slightly and a slight bulge appear, the tight thin material doing nothing to hide the act. Diana looked shocked, too, as the bulge grew. At this point, we were pulling up to the school parking lot where we would either get in our cars or get picked up, and Destiny finished messing herself - leaving a very obvious bulge the size of an orange in her tight shorts. What a good friend Destiny was, I thought.
Finally, the bus doors opened and Ms. Romo got up first and rushed off the bus. I thought she would wait to help other teachers clear out the bus, but as she stepped off, I saw a glimpse of a rather obvious bulge in the seat of her blue athletic shorts as well. THAT must explain the stronger smell soon after Diana first had her accident… Diana got off next, with Destiny blocking the view. I was close enough though that I saw a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on her jeans - even though it wasn’t a full wetting, she clearly must have peed some when she pooped. Her jeans were rather loose around the legs, but Diana’s curvaceous butt pressed against her jeans enough that I could make out the bulge as well. It wasn’t nearly as obvious as Destiny’s, who stepped out next. A couple people saw her obvious accident and began to giggle, but I decided to be a good Samaritan and immediately got up behind her and blocked the view. Well, to be honest, I also got up to get out as quickly as possible so no one else on the bus would see the major bulge I was hiding in the front… Fortunately for me the driver was busy talking to the other bus driver out of the window and the ladies in front of me didn’t look back.
Ms. Romo, Diana, & Destiny eventually disappeared to their cars - along with another teacher, Ms. Mathers, a mid-twenties woman with dirty blonde hair whose tight blue jeans sported a wet spot that grew from a subtle line up the seams of her jeans to a growing patch extending from below her rather plump rear down her thighs as she hurried to her car before anyone else noticed.
I knew I had a while to wait before my parents could pick me up and I needed to hide my obvious arousal, so I sat on the curb, hand on my lap, while others either got to their cars or got picked up. Dismissal was a hectic affair, with at least three staff - Romo, Mathers, & Boone - already gone and not helping with traffic or coordination. Eventually, though, the crowd dwindled until it was myself and two other girls waiting for their rides and two teachers who finished off the dismissal process. Girl number 1 was Danielle, a short straight-haired brunette with a pretty face. She was wearing somewhat form-fitting army green pants that seemed halfway between cargo pants and khakis. They were still tight enough to show a clear pantyline, made more obvious by the consistent leg crossing. Her white shirt was tied up in a way that revealed her toned midriff, but I was too busy glancing at her ass, which in addition to being quite attractive seemed to clench subtly at times. These signs were obvious to me but maybe not too obvious, which was unsurprising - Danielle was a feminine and popular girl who cared about how people perceived her. Ava was girl number 2, and she was a tall Latina who played on our basketball team, a fact she showed off with her team shirt, which was white. To match, she wore white sweatpants that were also tight enough to show off her full cut pantylines as well. Despite both being obvious in their desperation, Ava was almost showing it off, dancing in place and pacing while she openly held her crotch. She was always an exuberant character, so clearly she felt no embarrassment with her over the top mannerisms.
The two remaining teachers couldn’t be more different. Ms. Holly was a blonde sports coach and clearly decided to stay comfortable, her muscular arms on show with her tank top and her similarly muscular legs and ass showing off through her black leggings. Ms. Cherry was a brunette English teacher and dressed the part, with a white blouse going with blue semi-formal khakis. Despite Ms. Cherry’s more conservative outfit, I always secretly admired her rather well rounded ass, and two years straight with her meant I knew she always wore more conservative, full cut panties with clear pantylines through her pants (something I always rather liked to see, personally), and today was no exception. Ms. Holly, on the other hand, must have been wearing either a thong or no panties at all, as her leggings didn’t show a hint of a pantyline.
The two teachers came up to us three seniors - myself sitting on the curb and the two women each three feet apart to my left. Ms. Cherry asked, “Do you know when your ride is coming?”
Ava said, “My mom doesn’t get off work for another hour.” I nodded the same. Danielle said, “My mom decided not to pick me up so I had to text my sister, she’ll be here soon.”
Danielle’s voice cracked towards the end of the sentence and she buckled a little, bending at the knees. Ms. Holly looked her up and down for a moment and then said, “Let’s see if we can get into the building then, because I gotta pee.”
I decided Ms. Holly must not have been wearing panties at all because when she mentioned having to pee, I instinctively looked down at her crotch and saw she had a very obvious cameltoe. Obliviousness or a bit of naughtiness on her part, I didn’t know…
Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry walked up to the building and to their surprise and happiness, the badge worked. When we turned to look, I could see why Ms. Holly had suggested it and looked Danielle up and down. A subtle but visible wet spot the size of a half dollar coin was present right at the crotch of her army green pants. The two teachers beckoned us in but I said I was fine and Danielle said her sister would be here soon, but Ava gladly came in with them.
While the others were inside, Danielle and I waited in silence, myself sitting on the curb while Danielle stood to my left. With no one else around, Danielle openly stood with her legs tightly crossed and her hands in her crotch. I pretended not to notice as I tried to watch with my peripheral vision. After a couple minutes, though, I heard a quiet, high pitched “eep” and couldn’t help but look over. Danielle was now facing away from me, clearly in the middle of turning around but frozen in shock. I realized why she was frozen by a now visible wet spot from behind, going down her thighs an inch, and a subtly visible initial bulge. The bulge grew a little as the wet spot darkened and this jolted Danielle into action. She finished turning around and shuffled over with a hand in her crotch to a patch of grass between the sidewalk and the school building. Facing away from me, she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down the moment she was over the grass. She then made her way behind a bush, blocking her from anyone who may be in the parking lot (though I don’t think there was anyone), but my angle still had clear line of sight. She pulled her pants down, revealing her white panties that sported a clear wet spot and slightly brown bulge. She then pulled down her panties and squatted, peeing even before she was fully squatted. She dumped out the small load in her panties as she pooped involuntarily too, and I watched, fascinated by my view of Danielle from behind. Eventually, though, she remembered to look around and I hurriedly looked away, pretending not to notice. I wasn’t sure if she bought it, but I was content to listen to her finish peeing and pooping, a hiss clearly audible from where I was sitting, along with the occasional soft fart. Eventually, I heard Danielle stand up and zip up her pants, and she returned to the sidewalk. I glanced over for a moment and saw a wet spot the size of a dinner plate on the front of her pants, but looked away before she noticed me staring.
We stood in silence again until her sister arrived a couple minutes later, and Danielle sheepishly stepped into the front seat. Her rear no longer had a bulge or evidence of the beginnings of her messing accident, though it showed a clear wet spot as well. I could imagine her white panties were quite messy, though, with her inability to wipe herself, and that thought drove me a little crazy with arousal.
Fortunately, I had calmed down by the time Ms. Cherry, Ms. Holly, and Ava had returned. Calm enough that I didn’t look guilty as Ms. Holly approached me. “The bathroom were locked inside so we’re going to drive Ava home instead of making her wait. Do you want a ride too?”
Despite Ms. Holly’s best attempt at a teacher voice, sitting on the curb meant I was eye level with her obvious cameltoe and had front row seats to her knees slightly buckling as she tried to suppress a wave of desperation. She failed slightly, as a one second spurt escaped her. It was extremely obvious from where I sat, because her tight leggings did almost nothing to soak it up. Her cameltoe glistened for a split second before the spurt escaped entirely, shooting through her leggings and spattering on the ground right in front of me. I pretended not to notice as I said, “A ride would be much appreciated, I don’t know when anyone can pick me up.”
Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry led us to Ms. Cherry’s car, a four door sedan. We got in, Ms. Cherry in the driver’s seat, Ms. Holly in the front passenger’s seat, and myself & Ava in the back seats with myself behind Ms. Cherry and Ava behind Ms. Holly. We were soon on our way, with us headed to Ava’s house first.
I did my best to avoid drawing attention to myself, but I couldn’t help but keep Ms. Holly & Ava in my peripheral vision. Ava was openly holding herself with her legs crossed, her tall figure hunched over in her seat. Her right foot, swinging wildly as it crossed over her left leg, made her desperation clear for all to see. Ms. Holly wasn’t openly holding herself, but her legs were tightly crossed as well and I knew already she was on the brink of totally losing control. With the focus on holding themselves, we rode in silence for the bulk of the ride. I sat back and tried to surreptitiously enjoy the view, and about halfway to Ava’s house, the plot thickened. A rather loud fart pierced the silence, and it came from directly on front of me. Ms. Cherry immediately squeaked, “Sorry!” and rolled down the window, though I could still smell that it was a rather pungent fart. Ava chimed in, “Don’t worry about it!” Then she released a fart herself, rolling down her window too. Ms. Holly & Ava glanced at me and mistook my fascination for consternation and began giggling as Ava apologized to me. I mumbled, “It’s fine, no worries,” but the two kept giggling at the bizarre situation and out of nervous embarrassment. After a few seconds, though, Ms. Holly stopped giggling suddenly and thrust her hands in her crotch and I knew she must have leaked again. Ava, too, renewed her grip on her crotch, though I saw no evidence of her losing control yet. This limbo of desperation continued until we pulled up to Ava’s home. Ava almost yanked the door open before the car came to a full stop and hurriedly said, “Thankyousomuchbyeseeyouatgraduation” then practically jumped out of the car. Staring intently, I saw just the hint of a wet spot on her rear and a growing bulge appearing. She must have been turtleheading throughout the car ride and couldn’t hold it back without her ass pressed against the set. The tight white sweatpants easily showed her pantylines, so a messy bulge had nowhere to hide as it grew while she hurried down the path to her front door. The white color began to show a faint brown stain as the growing bulge was joined by a dark wet patch growing down her legs, and Ava was still in the midst of an accident when she got her door open and got inside. At this point, too, Ms. Cherry started off driving to my house and I wasn’t sure if the two teachers saw Ava’s accident, though the imagery was as plain as day in my memory bank. Additionally, I tried to subtly swipe a feel of where Ava formerly sat and felt a tiniest hint of a wet patch, confirming what I saw.
We drove in silence, but the excitement of knowing two of my attractive teachers were losing it made the drive fly by. While I couldn’t see Ms. Cherry, I could hear her involuntarily fart a couple more times, and I could see directly at Ms. Holly’s lap from my angle diagonal to her. Ms. Holly was focused on staring ahead out the window, so I threw out all decorum and stared at her tightly clenched crotch, knowing it was damp against her pussy. I was rewarded by the sight, 5 minutes in, to a renewed glisten on her crotch as Ms. Holly hunched forward in desperation. This spurt was intense enough that I saw a momentary puddle form on her crotch before it seeped between her legs to under her ass.
This glistening spurt occurred one more time before we arrived at my house. I opened the car door, about to say my thanks for the ride, before Ms. Cherry asked me something I never dreamed of hearing. She said, “Is anyone home with you?”
I wasn’t sure her intentions but I said, “No, mom’s still at work. I don’t have any siblings.”
Ms. Cherry continued, “Okay, so this is super unprofessional… but can we come in to use your bathroom? I’m so sorry to ask.”
I was actually more than happy to continue the show, but I tried to stay calm. “Of course, no worries. I’ll unlock the door and wait for you to park.”
I was grateful for the time away as Ms. Cherry more formally parked the car on the street so I could adjust my boner, tucking it upwards against my boxer brief waistband. I tried to glance down and was satisfied it wasn’t visible before holding the door open for Ms. Holly & Ms. Cherry, who were now walking down the path from the sidewalk to my house’s main entrance.
Ms. Holly’s black leggings didn’t show too much but they glistened faintly around the crotch and thighs and I imagine the car seat beneath her must have been quite wet. Ms. Cherry’s blue pants didn’t show a leak yet, though when she passed me I could tell her ass remained tightly clenched as she held on for dear life. Ms. Holly’s tight black leggings left nothing to the imagination later, and I could see the smallest of bulges as she was turtleheading, her lack of underwear meaning the head of her turd pressed directly against the tight, stretchy material. I followed them in and directed them down the hall to the bathroom, where Ms. Holly hurried into as the glistening wet patch ran down her thighs and her bulge grew from a tiny bump to a couple inches to nearly a fist as she closed the door. We could hear hissing and tinkling as Ms. Holly peed, along with a loud splash as she must have emptied her messy leggings, followed by more splashes. The audio must have been torture for Ms. Cherry, who now dropped all pretense and openly held herself as she fidgeted and waited. We could hear Ms. Holly finally switch to the toilet paper as she began the tedious work of cleaning herself up, but it was too late for Ms. Cherry. Standing in front of me, her blue khakis showed every step as she slowly lost control of her bowels, her ass slightly unclenching as a bulge began to form in the middle right between the visible left and right pantylines. Over 30 seconds, it grew from an initial bump to the size of a clementine before there was a pause. Another 30 seconds, though, and it grew to the size of an orange as a wet spot also appeared down her thighs about two inches, though she managed to hold the rest of her bladder. With my own hands pressed against my crotch to try to hide my arousal, this proved overwhelming for me and I doubled over slightly as I came in my pants at the sight, forcing myself to stay silent so Ms. Cherry wouldn’t notice.
Soon after, Ms. Holly exited the bathroom and Ms. Cherry hurried in as we heard similar sounds as earlier, from the emptying of her panties to the peeing in the toilet bowl to the rustling of toilet paper. Ms. Holly’s black leggings didn’t really show much evidence of her partial accident, though she still blushed bright red at the sight of me. My hands still covered my crotch, making it look like I had to go too, but that meant my hands covered the now visible wet spot on my jeans from a different kind of accident. We waited in silence for Ms. Cherry to finish and come out, her blue khakis showing a clear wet spot on her crotch and from behind but now without a bulge, and the teachers thanked me profusely before I led them back to the front door. Now without my hand on my crotch, Ms. Cherry noticed my wet spot, but I assume she thought I had begun to wet myself and was in no position to judge, so the two teachers departed without comment. I stared a little at their respective rear ends, remembering the sight of their respective bulges I just witnessed, before it hit me - Ms. Cherry didn’t have her distinctive visible pantylines! I shut and locked the door and went inside the bathroom. Inside the trash was a layer of toilet paper. I felt a little ashamed of my perversion, but at this point I had to know - I moved the toilet paper aside and was greeted by soiled white panties. I pulled them out and saw a clear yellowed wet patch on the front and a very obvious brown stain throughout the rear, visible both inside and out. I felt myself hard again, and I shut the door as I focused on taking care of my… needs… with a whole day’s worth of memories to fantasize about. |
Hey all! It's been a hot minute since I posted here, but I have some commissions to share in the next couple of days, and this is one of them! It was commissioned by the same client as my first DDLC story (this one:)
and is a direct continuation of that one. This one doesn't have any messing in it, though (aside from a brief mention of what happened in the last story), and it does get a bit more spicy! I hope you all enjoy!
Discovery and Desperation
Yuri found herself standing in Sayori’s bathroom, mind foggy as she tried to make sense of the situation. Her skintight pajama pants felt gross and sticky against her legs, and she could still feel an uncomfortable amount of dampness soaked into her panties from her accident. Thankfully, her sweater had been spared, but she still nervously tugged up at the hem to keep it away from any of the wet spots on her bottoms.
As if on autopilot, Yuri blankly removed her clothes, holding out her wet bottoms and panties with disgust as she placed them on the floor in the corner. She’d have to ask Sayori where to put them later. Actually, she wasn’t even sure what she’d wear, considering she hadn’t brought any extra clothes.
Standing there completely naked, Yuri looked down, feeling gross and ashamed. She couldn’t remember the last time she wet herself, but certainly it had to have been when she was a child. There had been a few times she had been forced to hold it, especially in class. As a very quiet, anxious individual, Yuri found it hard to raise her hand to ask to be excused. However, she never let herself get nearly as desperate as she had tonight, and she didn’t think she’d ever outright wet herself.
The memory of her accident once again flooded to the front of Yuri’s mind. The feeling of hot liquid streaming down her legs, the immediate stickiness of her pants, quickly soaking with urine, clinging to her legs. The feeling of liquid pooling in her panties for the briefest of moments before soaking straight through them and streaming down, the sound of splashing and the feeling of the puddle soaking her feet as she stood there, helpless to stop it. Yuri just wanted to rinse it all away.
“Hey Yuri.”
Yuri nearly jumped and whirled around, turning to face the source of the voice. It was Monika. She was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking at her with a concerned expression. She was naked much like Yuri, but made no attempt to cover herself, and neither did Yuri.
“How are you holding up?” she asked, though the concern on her face and in her voice made it sound like she already had some idea of how Yuri was doing.
Yuri herself didn’t answer, merely looking away, rubbing one of her arms with the other.
“We all wound up wetting ourselves, and some of us even made a bit of a mess, too,” Monika mentioned.
Yuri looked surprised, not only because she had no idea what had happened after running off to the bathroom, but also because Monika had included herself in making a mess as well. Yuri hadn’t even realized she was holding both like Sayori had been.
“I just feel so disgusted with myself,” Yuri admitted, “I still can’t believe I wet myself.”
“It’s alright, Yuri,” Monika smiled knowingly, “It was a bit unexpected, and I don’t think any of us could predict this is how we’d spend the night, but it’s only natural that if you hold it in for too long, I guess you just get to a point where you can’t hold it anymore.”
“Y-yeah,” Yuri nodded, but it was clear she was still uncomfortable with the idea, “Still, why did we even do this? I feel so foolish having agreed to such a ridiculous game. We were supposed to have fun tonight with everyone…”
“Well, I guess it was an impromptu thing, and we all kind of agreed to it before you did. You didn’t like the idea, but since we’d all said yes, you felt pressured into agreeing to it too, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Yuri nodded. It was scary how well Monika could echo her thought process sometimes.
“We all wound up struggling a bunch,” Monika continued, getting closer. She was now right behind Yuri, and she wrapped her arms around Yuri’s shoulders. Yuri, being taller, found herself naturally lowering herself so Monika could reach her, “And it’s less embarrassing since no one wound up making it to the bathroom on time.”
“That’s true,” Yuri admitted, though she didn’t sound very convinced.
“I’m sorry we all kind of just went along with this silly idea. I’m sorry you wound up really disliking it, Yuri. Next time, I’ll keep the others in check, and make sure something like this doesn’t happen again.”
Something about the way Monika said that struck Yuri as odd. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Perhaps it was her singling out Yuri as having disliked the experience. Did that mean Monika herself had fun? Yuri couldn’t fathom that. Not only had Monika wet herself, but she wound up soiling herself too. The very idea repulsed Yuri to the core.
“Besides, didn’t the relief feel absolutely heavenly?”
Suddenly, a hand groped Yuri’s breast from behind, and Yuri let out an eep of surprise. She turned back to look at Monika, who was looking back at her with a teasing gaze. She could feel another hand snake down, brushing and teasing at the inside of Yuri’s thighs. Yuri, still feeling dirty, bit her lip and reached down to Monika’s hand.
“W-w-what are you doing?” Yuri blushed.
“Oh, come now, admit it, you enjoyed it. You’re rejecting the idea psychologically because we’re taught that wetting yourself is something dirty, but in truth, you haven’t been able to get that feeling of a struggle, followed by that absolute relief,” Monika pointed out, “I’m right, aren’t I?”
Yuri wanted to refuse, to say no, but something was stopping her. She knew it wasn’t true, she was sure it wasn’t true, but her voice caught in her throat and all she could do was lean back into Monika. She loosened her grip on Monika’s hand, and Monika continued caressing her thighs.
“Come on, Yuri, admit it, give into it,” Monika smiled, continuing to tease her. Yuri found herself helpless to Monika’s teasing. Her words, her touch, the sensation of her body pressed up against Yuri’s back. Yuri wanted to feel disgusted in herself, she should be feeling disgusted by her previous accident, but all she could feel now was arousal.
Suddenly, Yuri’s eyes shot open, and she found herself lying in her bed, staring up at her ceiling. She let out a tired groan and rolled over, rubbing sleep from her eyes and grabbing her phone to check the time. It was an hour before she normally woke up to get ready for school.
Before Yuri could process her dream or lay back down, she winced, feeling a wave of pressure from her abdomen. Naturally overnight, her bladder had filled up, and perhaps it was because of her dream, but it was feeling uncomfortably full. Yuri pulled herself to her feet and headed to the bathroom.
She got there and let out a sigh as she sat down on the toilet, enjoying the sensation of relief as she got her stream started and began relieving herself. She watched blankly as she emptied her bladder properly, into the toilet bowl, and her mind returned to her dream.
It had started out as a memory. Monika had sought her out after everyone had their accidents, and had comforted her in much the same way, although of course neither of them had been naked, and Monika hugging her from behind, touching her, and teasing her about enjoying wetting herself had been a total fabrication of Yuri’s unconscious mind.
Now that Yuri was more cognizant, she could refute Dream Monika’s words more clearly. Of course Yuri had felt disgusted wetting herself, of course she couldn’t ever enjoy something like that. In fact, Yuri had resolved never to wet herself again after that day. She was so determined to never experience that humiliation again that she had even taken to training up her ability to hold it. Three school days had passed since that disastrous slumber party weekend, and Yuri had gone from barely making it past lunch without her usual midday bathroom break, to being able to make it through to the second-to-last class before rushing off to the bathroom. Today at school she planned on pushing herself through her last class without peeing. If she could do that, then she could be reasonably certain when she returned to normal peeing habits, she’d never have to worry about wetting herself again.
Yuri finished up peeing and wiped herself, feeling herself quiver as she ran her fingers against her bare crotch. She was tempted to touch herself right then and there, but she felt like giving into it now would be like admitting that Dream Monika was right. That she was a pervert who enjoyed holding it in and wetting herself. Yuri shook her head and ignored her arousal, trying to push the sensations to the back of her mind as she washed her hands and returned to bed.
Thankfully, Yuri’s dream did not return, and she was able to get another hour of sleep before she had to pull herself out of bed. She fixed up a quick breakfast and focused on getting ready for school. She brushed her hair, dressed herself in the usual uniform, and grabbed everything she would need for her classes for the day.
Before she left, Yuri took care to grab a thermos of hot tea and a large bottle of water to keep her hydrated throughout the day. At Literature Club, she could fix herself some fresh hot tea, but for lunch she had to rely on her trusty thermos. Luckily, it did a reasonable job keeping the tea warm enough to enjoy. Her water bottle would keep her hydrated between classes, and she had taken to using a larger bottle so she wouldn’t be tempted by the restrooms as she walked by to refill it throughout the day, now that she was training herself to hold it.
Now that she was ready, Yuri headed out the door, and made her way to school.
The day went by quickly today for Yuri. As expected, she made it to lunch relatively comfortably. She didn’t like eating much at school, especially since she often found herself eating alone, so she had simply snacked on a rice ball from the school store and read in the corner of the classroom as she finished off her thermos of tea.
Immediately after lunch, however, her body started protesting her lack of a restroom break. Before she started holding it, Yuri would simply go during lunchtime, since it would be the most convenient, and she usually didn’t have to go again until the end of the day. However, yesterday, she hadn’t felt the urge to go until a few hours after lunch. The fact that Yuri had to go already worried her.
It’ll be fine. I can still make it to the end of the day.
Yuri said that, but she could feel her bladder filling up. The class after lunch went by quickly without her bladder filling too much, but by the class after that, it was a different story. Yuri could feel all the water and tea from the day run straight through her. It felt like any time she took a sip from her water bottle, it was making a beeline for her bladder. She covertly pressed her thighs together lightly underneath her desk, trying to ignore the sensation as best as she could as she focused on her class.
The next class is the last class… then after that, I can go! It’ll be just like if I was stuck in traffic and there was nowhere to pull over. I just have to hold it.
The thought of not being able to go for so long made Yuri’s bladder spasm, and she briefly crossed her legs under her desk. Her left hand hovered dangerously close to the hem of her skirt as she barely resisted the urge to grab herself. As the wave passed, Yuri leaned back and let herself relax a little that it was over.
The class finally ended, and Yuri packed up her supplies for that class. She bent over carefully, trying not to put too much pressure on her bladder as she grabbed her back and reached in for her supplies for the next class. As she grabbed them, she glanced down at her water bottle and paused. She had to pee already, and she knew at this rate, by the end of the next class she would be downright bursting, but at the same time her mouth and throat felt uncomfortably dry.
Yuri grabbed the water bottle and took a few sips, each one making her only more aware of how much pent-up liquid was already in her body. She shuffled in place as she drank more, and before she knew it, she had polished off the bottle entirely.
Rather than feeling worried, Yuri felt a sense of excitement as the thought of all that water hitting her during her next class filled her mind. Excitement? No, it was more that she just wanted to prove that it didn’t matter how much she drank.
The next class started, and Yuri felt her bladder spasm again. She rubbed her knees together and looked up nervously at the clock. This was it, she wasn’t going to be able to go until the end of class. Yuri leaned forwards, trying to find a comfortable position to take notes, even as she felt her swollen bladder start to press out against the waistband of her uniform’s skirt.
Yuri tried to focus on the lesson. She didn’t have much passion for subjects outside of literature, but she did like to give a concerted effort in her other classes. Today, however, it was almost impossible. The teacher’s voice kept fading out to a dull drone as her mind was torn back to the pressure building inside of her. As much as she knew it wouldn’t help, she kept glancing at the clock. The class wasn’t even half over. Yuri had to pee.
Beneath her desk she could barely keep her legs still. She was rubbing the back of her calf with one foot as she shuffled and squeezed her thighs together tightly. She wasn’t quite rocking back and forth in her chair, but she kept shifting positions intermittently, feeling just the briefest moments of relief as her weight shifted, before her it settled and once again she could feel it all pressing down on her full bladder.
By the time she had 15 minutes left, Yuri felt another strong wave of pressure from her bladder, and she let her left hand slip in between her thighs as she pressed her fingers against her crotch. She risked glancing around to see if anyone else noticed, but no one was paying attention to her, even as she sat there fighting her bladder. After the wave passed, Yuri still kept pressing down with her hand subtly, pretending to take notes with her right hand and hoping no one would notice her desperate movements.
After what felt like an eternity, Yuri’s teacher dismissed their last class, and Yuri almost let out an audible sigh of relief. As calmly as she could in her state, she packed up her things, and shakily began heading to the restrooms.
Yuri found herself passing the Literature Club room on the way, and something gave her pause.
Hold it longer.
Yuri took another few steps before the idea hit her again.
Hold it longer. You can do it.
Yuri was already desperate. She couldn’t imagine making it through a whole session of club.
It’s not a class. You can go anytime you want. Just see how long you can make it.
For some reason, the idea excited Yuri. She could feel her heart beating in her chest. She could feel her full bladder squeeze and spasm in protest. She really should just go to the restroom.
She found herself reaching out to the door of the clubroom and entering.
“Hey, Yuri!” Monika smiled, already in the clubroom.
“Hey,” Natsuki nodded to her as well, though noticeably not as warmly. The two had never really seen eye-to-eye, but ever since the sleepover, the two seemed to butt heads more and more. On her part, Yuri still hadn’t fully forgiven Natsuki for her role in the lingering humiliation she felt after wetting herself.
Yuri quickly sat down and pulled out a large book she had been reading over the past week. She tried to focus on the words, but just like in class, she couldn’t focus. Her bladder was screaming at her by now. The fact that she had even decided to hold it this long was absurd. Part of her knew that, part of her knew she should make her way to the restroom now. But another part of her kept her heart racing as she sat there in the room with Monika and Natsuki. She had to keep her shuffling to a minimum, she couldn’t hold herself. Rather than everyone paying attention to the teacher, each of them were doing their own thing. Even so, Yuri didn’t have the same kind of refuge she did in a crowded classroom full of students.
I have to pee. I have to pee, I have to pee. I have to pee.
Yuri tried to distract herself by watching what the other girls were doing. Monika was at one of the front desks, working on some posters or something for their next club event. Natsuki was sitting on the floor, back against the wall as she read one of her manga. Perhaps it was because one of Natsuki’s manga had started it all, but Yuri found herself focusing on the girl more than usual. That was when Yuri noticed something.
Natsuki looked like she had to pee.
Perhaps Yuri was just projecting her own desperation onto Natsuki’s actions, but the girl was shaking her legs, and it looked like she was pressing her heel against her crotch. Yuri watched her for a few minutes, and in that time, Natsuki only flipped the pages of her manga once or twice, as though she weren’t really focusing on the manga, much like how Yuri herself wasn’t focusing on her book. There was no reason Natsuki couldn’t just go to the bathroom any time, so Yuri wasn’t sure, but it definitely seemed like she was desperate.
Yuri knew it was a bad idea, especially with how desperate she was, but for some reason, she wanted to try to confirm if Natsuki really had to pee or not. Yuri got up carefully, squeezing her thighs together as her swollen bladder protested her every movement, and she headed over to Natsuki.
Natsuki looked up at her and frowned, looking more annoyed than normal.
“Here to make fun of my manga again?” Natsuki frowned.
“No,” Yuri shook her head, looking to the side awkwardly.
“Well, what did you want?”
Yuri wasn’t about to admit her true reasons for coming over to talk with Natsuki. Instead, she panicked as she tried to find something to talk about. As she glanced around the room, she thought she saw Monika gazing at her out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look her way and Monika immediately snapped her head back down to what she was doing.
Yuri was puzzled by the reaction, but she realized she still hadn’t answered Natsuki. Her eyes darted around for a few more moments before narrowing in on the manga in Natsuki’s hand.
“I was actually wondering about the manga you were reading.”
Natsuki looked up at Yuri like she had two heads.
“Y-you? Interested in my manga? Is the world coming to an end or something?”
“N-no, I…” Yuri’s bladder picked the worst time to hit her with a wave of desperation, and she winced, finding herself struggling to maintain control. The last thing she wanted to do was leak in the middle of a conversation with Natsuki.
“No, so-sorry,” Natsuki turned to the side, squirming awkwardly, “If you’re interested, this is the next volume in that manga I was reading at the slumber party. It’s called Monster Clash High School.”
That was a remarkably silly name for a series that had caused so much trouble at the slumber party, but Yuri wasn’t about to say that out loud.
“Do you mind if I join you?” Yuri asked.
“Huh? You really want to read it?” Natsuki blushed. She shuffled awkwardly, and Yuri definitely saw her slip her hand between her legs for a brief moment. Yuri wanted nothing more than to do the same, but she was sure Natsuki would notice.
“W-well…” Natsuki turned away, awkwardly, “It’s kind of… sort of got… a few scenes like the last one in it… that you didn’t like.”
Yuri was surprised that the manga had more scenes like last time. It seemed like it would be a one-off gag or situation. The idea of more scenes like that, with the characters squirming around desperately, only made Yuri’s own bladder spasm in response, and it took everything in Yuri’s power not to grab herself openly as she tried not to lose control.
As she tried to fight it, she once again felt a gaze from the front of the room, and she cast a sidelong glance towards Monika. She was once again watching them, as though she were interested in their conversation. There was definitely something up with her.
“A-anyway,” Natsuki concluded, “I don’t think you’d like it.”
“W-well,” Yuri began, voice shaky from her desperate internal struggle, “Maybe I was just a bit harsh on judging that scene last time. I’m sorry about what I said.”
Natsuki once again looked up at Yuri like she was speaking another language. Then she audibly gasped, and shuffled around in place. That all but confirmed it to Yuri. For some reason or another, Natsuki was also holding it.
“W-well, if you w-want to read it, you can, just-”
“Hey guys, sorry I’m late!” Sayori rushed in, interrupting their conversation.
“No worries!” Monika smiled, “But now that you’re here, we can get the club meeting started properly!”
Natsuki looked equal parts relieved and disappointed for the interruption. Yuri herself wanted to pry more, but her swollen bladder overrode any of her other thoughts, and she just wanted to make it through the club meeting dry at this point.
Yuri made her way to the front of the room and tried to stand still, but she could tell she was doing a miserable job of being subtle. Her swollen bladder wouldn’t let her rest, and she must’ve been shuffling back and forth, clenching her fists tightly at her sides.
“Yuri?”
“H-huh?” Yuri looked up. The shock nearly made her leak then and there. It took all of Yuri’s determination and focus to stay dry. She had pushed herself to her limit.
“Are you okay?” Monika asked. She was looking at Yuri in concern, but there was a hint of something else there. Maybe it was just Yuri’s imagination running wild because of her dream that morning, but Monika was gazing at her intently, “You look sick.”
Yuri fought desperately to maintain some semblance of composure before turning to look at the clock. She had made it about halfway through club, but she truly couldn’t hold it anymore. She was meant to be training herself not to pee so she wouldn’t have another accident again, not pushing herself past her limits until she wet herself. She knew coming into club was silly in the first place.
“A-actually, I am feeling a bit unwell,” Yuri answered, “Please excuse me.”
Yuri practically darted out of the clubroom and down the hall to where the girl’s room was. She rushed in and hobbled over to one of the stalls, entering and immediately jamming a hand against her crotch as she danced in place desperately. She had barely locked the stall door and pulled her panties down before she started peeing, a splash spraying out onto the restroom floor before she could fully sit down on the toilet.
She threw her head back and bit her finger to stifle the moan of pleasure as an utter torrent of hot piss shot out of her. It rang against the side of the toilet bowl and splashed loudly as Yuri peed. While not having a preference for western-style toilets over squat toilets in most situations, Yuri was full grateful her school had opted for the western-style. She didn’t think she could balance properly with the waves of relief washing over her body. She could still feel her muscles quivering and her legs practically shaking from how desperate she had been, but now it was replaced with the blissful sensation of release. She could feel the pressure in her bladder slowly fade into a dull ache as her mind grew hazy with the pleasure.
By the time Yuri was finished, she was left panting on the stall. It felt like her mind was floating in the clouds, and her desperation was replaced with another burning, urgent sensation. Arousal.
Suddenly, she could hear echoing footsteps running down the hall, growing closer and closer to the restroom. They turned into the restroom and entered, and Yuri could hear the frantic sound of desperate steps through the stall door as someone unseen rushed towards the stalls.
“A-achoo! Oh shit, shit, shit!” the girl cursed, “I leaked a little!”
Yuri recognized the voice. It was Natsuki. As if she needed any more confirmation that Natsuki had been holding it. The image of Natsuki hobbling desperately, with her hands jammed between her legs as she rushed into the restroom filled Yuri’s mind, and only made her all the more aroused.
Natsuki rushed into the stall next to Yuri’s and slammed the door, and not a few moments later, she began pissing loudly into the toilet. Yuri found herself tuning in on every sound, heart racing as she could only imagine how much Natsuki had been holding back. She let out a moan of relief and Yuri could feel herself growing even more hot and bothered as she sat there, and by the time Natsuki had finished up and headed out, Yuri’s hand had snaked her way down to her womanhood.
Without her really thinking, her fingers played with her bud, and she leaned back, biting her finger to stifle in a moan. Part of her mind was screaming at her this was wrong, but she couldn’t help but pleasure herself. She had held back this morning, and now she was that much more aroused. She couldn’t help herself.
She found herself slipping her fingers in as her other hand reached up to grab her breast. She squeezed it through her bra and teased her nipple as she vigorously toyed with herself. She found herself throwing her head back and biting her lip hard as she stifled moan after moan, and before she knew it, she reached climax right there, her back arching as she shook from the waves of pleasure.
Yuri didn’t know how long she had sat there on the toilet, but once the haziness of her pleasure and arousal had subsided, her eyes widened in realization of what she had just done. Yuri raised a hand to her mouth as though she were sick to her stomach, and she quickly cleaned herself up and rushed out of the bathroom as quickly as possible.
By the time she returned to the clubroom, Natsuki was already back and fully invested in whatever the conversation was.
“Ah, Yuri, you’re back!” Monika smiled.
“S-sorry, I don’t feel well,” Yuri replied, “I’m going to head home early.”
Yuri quickly rushed to grab her stuff and pack up, slipping out of the clubroom doors before any of the girls could ask her what was wrong. Unfortunately, she hadn’t counted on Monika following out behind her.
“Yuri, wait up,” Monika called out as she ran out of the clubroom after her. Yuri was grateful that neither Natsuki or Sayori had chosen to follow. When Monika had caught up to her, she frowned at Yuri with a worried expression, “What’s wrong, Yuri?”
“I told you, I wasn’t feeling well,” Yuri repeated.
“Are you sick? I just thought, maybe you…” Monika trailed off, glancing away awkwardly, “N-nevermind! Get well soon, Yuri!”
Yuri’s heart raced at the thought of what Monika was about to say. Had Monika caught onto her holding it earlier? Yuri didn’t want to stick around to find out. She nodded and turned away quickly before heading off. She needed to go home and clear her mind.
The rest of the day went by in a haze, and later that night, Yuri found herself soaking in the tub, mind still reeling from what she had done. Not only had she taken her hold well past the point she had originally planned, but she had enjoyed it. She had enjoyed the challenge, the idea of holding it, the idea of pushing herself right up to the limit. She enjoyed the feeling of relief as she finally let it all out after holding it for countless hours. She had enjoyed the sounds of Natsuki peeing right next to her in the stall. She had pleasured herself on the toilet afterwards.
No, I don’t enjoy this. I wasn’t excited, I just set a challenge for myself. It only felt good because I had been holding it in so long. I was only so aroused becasue of that stupid dream this morning. I don’t actually enjoy it, I was just hot and bothered and my heart was racing…
She tried to rationalize it, but deep down, Yuri felt disgusting. She had hoped that the shower would have washed away the icky feeling Yuri had, the strange grossness crawling under Yuri’s skin, but it hadn’t helped at all. Instead, she was now soaking in the tub, trying not to think about how much she genuinely enjoyed what had happened earlier.
I need to stop. I need to stop holding it. If I’m so concerned with not wetting myself again, then I proved that I can make it through the whole day without peeing, so I can just go normally from now on. I… I don’t need to hold it that long again, for any reason.
Yuri saw her phone light up on the edge of the tub. She had it in a watertight case because she would often use it to read books digitally, at least when she wasn’t having an internal crisis. She picked up her phone and read it. It was a text from Monika.
“Hey, Yuri! It’s Monika! Just wanted to let you know that tomorrow for the club we’re planning on meeting up and heading to the park for some fresh air. Also Natsuki wanted to try out that cafe that opened recently. We talked about it before you left, but I didn’t get to tell you because you were in a hurry.”
Yuri let out a relieved sigh. Not only had Monika not asked her more about what was wrong-- a conversation Yuri was not prepared to have right now-- but tomorrow they were going out to a cafe and the park. It was a good incentive not to hold it through to the end of the day again. Yuri nodded to herself. That settled it. Tomorrow she would go to the bathroom normally.
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The next day, Yuri felt calmer now that she didn’t have to worry about holding it. She hadn’t realized how much of her time the thoughts had occupied until now, but holding it made her focus on things like how full her bladder felt, how much longer she had in the day, what her target for holding it was, and worrying about things like fluid intake. Pushing all that to the back of her mind, she simply focused on her classes and during lunch she wound up getting through a decent portion of her book, casually sipping on tea and relaxing.
For some reason, however, as her class immediately after lunch started up, the energy of the day seemed to change. Perhaps it was because it was at the end of the week and Yuri just wanted it to be the weekend, or maybe it was because she was looking forward to the club outing at the end of the day. Either way, she found herself checking the clock more often than the chalkboard, and she couldn’t bring her mind to focus on the lesson.
At the same time, she felt a twinge in her bladder, indicating it was growing full. She hadn’t been planning on holding it, but she had gotten used to skipping her usual lunchtime bathroom break, and she hadn’t felt the urge to go before now.
It’s fine, I’m not holding it today. I’ll go after this class.
While Yuri wouldn’t call her need to pee urgent at this point, it was present, and Yuri found herself focusing on it more often than not. She got vivid images of yesterday, with her practically bursting by the end of her last class, and the excitement she felt when she decided to push herself even further by holding it during club.
No! I’m not excited by holding it. I have to stop focusing on it! I’ll go after this class.
“But class is so boring, and next class is your least favorite subject. Wouldn’t holding it a little give you something interesting to focus on?”
Yuri wasn’t sure where the idea come from, but the thought of it made her equal parts excited and angry. Why was she suddenly having thoughts like that thrust upon her? Was that really her own thoughts, egging her on to hold it despite what happened yesterday?
I told myself I wouldn’t. I shouldn’t.
“Why are you so opposed? Is it because you enjoyed it that much yesterday?”
Yuri thought about yesterday. How fast her heart was racing, how good it felt when she finally got her relief. How aroused she was just at the idea. She couldn’t help but think about her dream with Monika either. Did she actually enjoy this?
No, absolutely not!
Yuri pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind, and tried to focus on the class. However, she found it hard not to keep being dragged back to her thoughts of holding it, as opposed to the idea as she was.
When the class finally ended, Yuri could feel her full bladder. It wasn’t urgent yet, and she was nowhere near the levels of desperation she had reached yesterday. But that was the point, wasn’t it? She wasn’t supposed to hold it today. Yuri found herself getting up and heading to the toilets.
Yet Yuri’s thoughts still gave her pause. Something about the idea of peeing now, when she barely had to go, felt empty to her. She got a sense of almost disappointment, or maybe that she was giving up. She gauged her level of urgency. She could comfortably hold it through her next class, and maybe even the one after that. Her last class she’d probably start really feeling it, but yesterday she had managed to hold it even through a bit of club.
Yuri found herself stopping and turning around halfway to the restroom. She could hold it a bit longer. She wouldn’t hold it as long as she had yesterday, but it wasn’t like she was doing this because she enjoyed it. She just confidently knew she could hold it longer, and it would give her something else to focus on rather than the boring classes she had for the rest of the day. She would go before meeting up with the others at club.
She had to. They were going on a club outing today, after all. The idea of holding it during the club’s walk to the cafe made Yuri’s heart race. Yesterday she had barely managed to conceal her desperation in front of the others, and today she’d have to walk down the street, in public. Surely by then she’d be absolutely desperate too.
Yuri pushed the idea from her mind. She wasn’t going to hold it through to the end of the day.
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Yuri wound up holding it through to the end of the day.
As she predicted, holding it through her next class hadn’t been an issue. She could definitely feel her bladder filling up, and she found it harder and harder to completely ignore her need to pee, but it wasn’t anything she considered urgent. Yuri considered making a trip to the restroom after that class, but her split focus on the lesson and holding it had actually made the time go by faster, and she justified holding it through the next class to make it go by quickly as well.
The next class hadn’t been quite so easy. She managed to get halfway through before her bladder really started nagging her. Rather than making the class go by faster, she found it dragging on as the urgency built up towards the end. When the class ended, she found herself getting up and walking all the way to the restrooms, with the full intention of going. However, once Yuri got there, two things gave her pause. The first was that all the stalls were occupied, and the second was that Natsuki was in line, bobbing up and down impatiently and gritting her teeth as she waited for one of the stalls to open up.
“Oh… hurry up hurry up hurry up! I’m gonna leak!” Natsuki muttered out loud, taking a brief moment to buckle her knees and jam a hand between her legs. Clearly she was pretty desperate.
The second Yuri saw her, she tucked back behind the wall dividing the open entrance to the restroom from the main hall before Natsuki could notice her. After the slumber party and what happened yesterday, Yuri wasn’t ready to have a one-on-one conversation with Natsuki about anything pee-related right now.
Yuri found herself returning to the classroom, her full bladder nagging her the whole way back. Yet rather than being frustrated, Yuri felt excited. Yesterday she had been practically bursting by her last class, but while she definitely needed to pee this time, she didn’t feel worried about not being able to make it.
Indeed, by the time the bell rang, Yuri was desperate, but not quite bursting, and part of her felt proud that she had made progress, even though she hadn’t even intended to hold it today.
“But you haven’t made progress. I mean, you still need to hold it through club, right?”
The voice in the back of her mind chimed in again, and Yuri found herself once again tempted by the thought of holding it. Sure, she was desperate, but it wasn’t as bad as yesterday. She could hold it at least until she got to the cafe. She might even be able to hold it until they got to the park. It would be a challenge. Surely by then Yuri would be bursting, and she would have to hide her desperation from the others, but she couldn’t help being excited by the idea.
Suddenly, however, Yuri’s bladder spasmed, and she doubled over, squeezing her thighs together. She could feel her pee trying to force its way out, threatening a leak that took all of Yuri’s focus to prevent. The sudden wave had brought her out of her daze. She came to her senses and shook her head.
N-no, I wasn’t supposed to hold it today. I should just go normally before we head out.
Yuri walked down the hall towards the restroom and entered. Now that she was in front of the stalls, her bladder spasmed again, and she hurriedly entered the nearest one. In one swift motion, she locked the door, pulled down her panties, and sat down on the toilet. Not a moment later, she was peeing full force into the toilet bowl, finally relieving her swollen bladder of its burden.
Yuri tried to savor the relief, but even though finally being able to pee felt quite good, Yuri felt a strong sense of disappointment. It was almost anticlimactic. She was just… peeing normally. She hadn’t really pushed herself to her limits. She had been desperate, but all she could think about was how much longer she could’ve held it. After her pushing herself further and further over the past few days, peeing like this just felt empty.
Yuri shook her head. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy peeing. It was just a bodily function. She didn’t know why she kept having these strange thoughts about it, but as she cleaned herself up and left the stall, making her way over to the sinks to wash her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror.
What’s wrong with me? Why do I keep thinking about these things?
Her cheeks were flushed and she felt hot and bothered, so she splashed cold water on her face and wiped it off with a paper towel. She let out a sigh and left the restroom, just as she felt her phone vibrate. She pulled it out and looked down. It was Monika.
“I forgot to let you know yesterday, but we’re meeting up at the front of the school before we head out. Me and Sayori are already here!”
“On my way,” Yuri typed out. She should focus on enjoying her time with everyone at the cafe.
It didn’t take Yuri long to reach the front of the school, and she wound up being the last person to arrive, with Natsuki apparently having gotten there before her. She was already talking to Sayori, who smiled widely as Yuri approached.
“You’re here! I hope you’re feeling better from yesterday!” Sayori spoke genuinely as she waved.
“Y-yeah, I am,” Yuri forced a smile and waved back. She thought she caught a sideways glance from Monika, but when she looked over, Monika was simply smiling at her.
“Well, now that you’re here, we can get going!”
The four set out, exiting the front gate of the school and began walking towards the town. As the four talked idly about the club, and poetry, and upcoming school events, Yuri’s mind couldn’t help but be drawn back to what the walk would’ve been like if she hadn’t gone to the restrooms first. She would be bursting, squirming as she forced herself to walk calmly to not tip anything off. Her bladder would be screaming at her as she resisted the urge to hold herself. She would constantly be measuring the time between their current location and the cafe in her mind, wondering if she would make it.
Yuri shook her head. She shouldn’t be thinking about it. She peed, her bladder was empty, and she wanted to get her mind away from all these strange thoughts in general. She instead turned her attention to everyone. Monika was in the front, leading the way much like she always did. She strode forward with confident steps, her ponytail bobbing and swaying as she turned her head back occasionally to talk to everyone.
Natsuki walked along calmly, taking quicker steps due to her shorter stature, but otherwise smiling and just looking happy to be spending time with all of them outside of school, even though this was technically still a club activity.
Sayori was walking awkwardly, and Yuri picked up on her stiff movements. She was smiling along with the rest, but she was taking smaller steps and shuffling awkwardly. Yuri immediately wondered if she had to use the bathroom, but she quickly pushed the idea from her mind. She was projecting again. She berated herself for letting her mind once again wander back to the subject of desperation and tried to join in on the conversation, or at least pay attention to it so she could chime in.
The walk to the cafe wound up taking about twenty minutes, but that was less to do with the distance between the cafe and the school, and more to do with their idle, relaxed pace. During the walk, Yuri tried her best not to focus on Sayori, but she really did seem like she was uncomfortable, shuffling awkwardly and rubbing her thighs together. Yuri tried to convince herself it was nothing, but the more and more she watched Sayori, she was sure she had to pee.
The four entered the cafe and were immediately guided to a booth with a table. Yuri wound up taking one of the seats closest towards the window, and Monika took the seat across from her. Sayori took the seat next to Yuri, and Natsuki wound up sitting next to Monika.
“Here’s our menu!” the waitress who had seated them pulled out four elegant-looking menus, handing one to each girl, “I’ll give you a moment to look over our selection, and I’ll be back shortly to take your orders!”
The cafe had the standard assortment of coffees, teas, and cute cakes and pastries one would expect, so Yuri was quickly able to figure out what she wanted. She then cast a glance to her side at Sayori. She was rubbing her knees together as she moved her legs up and down, looking as uncomfortable, if not moreso, as she had on the walk. However, despite having the aisle seat and being able to get up at any point, Sayori merely sat there.
Maybe she’s waiting to place her order before using the restroom?
While Yuri once again tried to push the thoughts of Sayori’s potential desperation to the back of her mind, Monika spoke up, and Yuri turned her attention to the conversation.
“Well, I’ve decided what I want! It’s so hard, though. Everything looks so good!”
“Yeah,” Natsuki smiled, “The cakes here are so cute, and there’s so many good drinks to choose from! I’m still not sure if I want a cup of tea, or if I want to go for one of the sundaes!”
“I know what I’m getting! A big coffee, and some donuts!” Sayori smiled, though her voice did sound a little strained. If anyone else picked up on it, no one mentioned anything.
“Oh, a big coffee, huh?” Natsuki smirked at Sayori, and Yuri picked up a strange tone, like she was hinting at something. Glancing next to her, Yuri could’ve sworn Sayori’s cheeks grew redder.
The waitress came back and took their orders, and Yuri half-expected Sayori to get up and rush to the bathroom as soon as she left, but instead, Sayori continued to sit stiffly next to her, unable to keep her legs still. Yuri was confused. It definitely seemed like Sayori had to pee, but she didn’t seem at all eager to head to the bathroom. Come to think of it, Natsuki had been holding it yesterday, and there didn’t seem to be a reason for that either.
Then again, perhaps Yuri was just imagining things, or projecting her strange thoughts onto Sayori.
Something’s really wrong with me. I really need to stop thinking about this kind of stuff. It’s becoming an obsession…
Yuri let out a sigh, and immediately stifled it when she noticed Monika glance over directly at her. She tried to play it off as a yawn, but she wasn’t sure how convincing she was about it. Still, Monika didn’t bring it up, instead turning to the girls and talking about ideas for club activities.
When their food and drinks arrived, Yuri immediately took a sip of her tea and felt a twinge from her bladder. She looked down in surprise. She had just gone earlier, so why was she already feeling the urge to pee again? Yuri had noticed that often her bladder would fill up the second time around after a long hold, and perhaps it was also her bladder and muscles being tired after holding it in so long. Still, she didn’t think that would happen so quickly. Had she not fully emptied herself earlier? Yuri was sure she had peed until she was empty, but it was possible she hadn’t taken the time to squeeze all of it out.
She felt the booth shake, jostling her out of her thoughts on her bladder. Sayori was shaking her leg up and down, moving the booth ever so slightly. Yuri looked over at her and Sayori blushed, stopping after squeezing her thighs together. Yuri was sure she wasn’t just projecting anymore. Sayori was definitely holding it.
“It’s nice to hang out outside of school, isn’t it!” Monika smiled, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, club is really fun and all, but sometimes it’s nice to not be in a school setting. Like the other night, with the sleepover!”
“Well, I wouldn’t call that a nice experience, considering what happened,” Yuri pointed out.
Yuri could’ve sworn she saw Monika frown as though she were disappointed with her response, but immediately her expression softened and she shot Yuri an apologetic gaze, “I do guess things kind of got a bit out of hand, huh?”
“W-well, at least it was at my house, and not somewhere way more embarrassing, like at school or in public,” Sayori pointed out.
“That’s true,” Natsuki admitted, “It’d be like, way more embarrassing if we wet ourselves here or something.”
“Oh, speaking of, the other day I nearly did,” Monika admitted, “It’s a little embarrassing, but I was doing paperwork for club between my classes, and I didn’t realize how bad I had to pee until my last class. It just started, too, and I really, really had to go! I was sure I wasn’t gonna make it to the end of class, so I wound up asking, but our teacher was really strict and told me to hold it. She wouldn’t even give me a break, either. She called me up to the board twice, even knowing I really had to go. I was really struggling, but I somehow managed to make it to the end. I’ve never run to the bathroom so fast before. I barely made it.”
“Wow, that sounds super embarrassing,” Sayori replied, “Sorry the teacher wouldn’t let you go.”
“Oh yeah, it’s that bitchy math teacher, right?” Natsuki asked, “I can’t believe she’s allowed to do that to students.”
“What about you guys?” Monika asked, “Any close calls?”
“No, not that I can remember, anyway,” Natsuki replied, perhaps a little too quickly. Yuri tried to avoid looking over at her. She knew Natsuki was lying, if her encounter with her in the bathroom yesterday, or even earlier today, was any indication.
“I… I have,” Sayori admitted, “Well, it was more like, I thought I could make it home the other day, since my house isn’t too far away from the school, but I already had to go pretty bad by the end of my last class, and halfway through my walk home, I didn’t think I’d make it, but I didn’t have anywhere to go, so I tried to hold it as best as I could. I wound up leaking a bunch, but I mostly made it.”
“Oh geez,” Monika frowned, “I’m sorry.”
“At that point, I would’ve pissed in a bush or something. Sure it’s embarrassing, but it’s better than wetting yourself, right?”
Sayori shuffled awkwardly, and from her perspective Yuri could see Sayori rubbing her thighs together yet again.
“Maybe you just really wanted to hold it for as long as possible,” Monika smiled, and Sayori sputtered.
“T-that’s, I mean, I wasn’t…. I wouldn’t hold it on purpose like that!”
Yuri narrowed her eyes at Sayori’s denial, especially given her less than subtle desperation sitting next to her in the booth. Though beyond that was Monika bringing up holding it on purpose. It struck close to home considering what Yuri had been doing the past week. This discussion was doing nothing to help get Yuri’s mind off of her weird thoughts.
“Oh no, I just meant, you know,” Monika scratched the back of her head, “Like, you just really wanted to make it home! S-sorry you didn’t actually make it.”
“Y-yeah,” Sayori sipped idly at her coffee, forcing a smile, “It’s f-fine, though! Like I said, I mostly made it! And it was my fault, too, I should’ve just gone before walking home, hehehe!”
The four fell quiet as they turned their attention back to their food and drinks, and Yuri polished off her tea. She squeezed her thighs together as her bladder sent another nagging symbol. Her bladder was really filling up fast the second time.
Still, she wasn’t anywhere near as desperate as Sayori. The poor girl was shuffling stiffly, her face tense and sweat dripping from her brow as she clearly fought against her bodily urges. Yuri glanced around to see if Sayori’s decision to keep holding it was because the bathrooms were hard to find, but she very quickly located a sign pointing to the restrooms, so that couldn’t be it. The only other thing Yuri could think of was that this was self-imposed.
Yuri was surprised by that, but then again, hadn’t she also been engaging in self-imposed restrictions on when she could pee?
“What about you, Yuri?” Monika finally asked, breaking the silence.
“Huh?”
“I mean, any close calls in recent memory?” Monika asked.
“N-no,” Yuri lied. She wasn’t about to mention her self-imposed holding, or her pushing herself to her limit yesterday in club.
“Are you sure, not even one?” Monika pressed, “I mean, it’s normal to get caught out not being able to go to the bathroom from time to time. Or realizing you have to pee and thinking you can hold it a bit longer or make it through a class, or something.”
Yuri caught Monika’s gaze, and any half-hearted words of denial died in her throat. There was that odd quality about them. Intrigue mixed with something Yuri couldn’t quite place. Scrutinizing, analyzing, yet not judging. Yuri couldn’t help but look away before finally responding.
“S-sorry, I don’t have any stories to share.”
Monika looked like she was about to press on further, but thankfully she seemed to read the mood of the situation and dropped her inquiry. Despite Monika’s focus no longer being on Yuri, she could only feel her heart pounding in her ears. Worse still, not only had all this talk about holding and peeing only muddied Yuri’s thoughts and kept her focused on a subject she’d much rather avoid, but it had kept her attention on her filling bladder. Yuri briefly considered heading to the bathroom, but that would involve asking Sayori to move, and it looked like they would be leaving soon anyway.
Instead, Yuri finished up her cake, as did everyone else in the group. Soon, Sayori was the only one with anything left, having finished her donuts, but leaving her coffee half-full. Yuri could only guess why she was hesitant to drink more, seeing as her thinly veiled desperation had only gotten more intense.
“Sorry for being so slow,” Sayori apologized, her voice clearly strained.
“Oh, no worries, I’m sure everyone’s fine with-” Monika began.
Before she could finish, Sayori brought the coffee to her lips and quickly chugged the rest down in one go. Above the table she was barely able to keep her composure, but from Yuri’s vantage point, she could see Sayori jam a hand between her legs as she pressed her thighs together tightly. Her feet were wriggling as though she were regretting her decision, and the second she placed the empty cup down, she brought her other hand down to rub her abdomen.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Yuri pointed out.
“O-oh no, it’s fine!” Sayori smiled stiffly, “Anyway, we were going to the park after, right?”
The four paid their bills separately and Yuri was sure Sayori would use the bathroom before leaving the cafe, but instead she followed the other three out of the cafe, and they set off towards the park.
It was super evident to Yuri that Sayori had to pee. She would stop and squeeze her thighs together every few meters, and her movements were becoming more stilted and frantic. She seemed more out of breath than the others and beads of sweat were pooling on her forehead, despite them walking at a relaxed pace. Yuri also caught her openly grabbing her crotch from time to time, and Yuri was starting to wonder if the others had noticed by now.
Yuri’s own urge was definitely growing, and walking was starting to become uncomfortable. Her tired bladder muscles seemed less than eager to hold any amount of pee after she had wound up holding it all day, so despite knowing there was no way her bladder was as full as before, Yuri was starting to feel quite full.
By the time they all got to the park, Sayori looked like she was at her limit.
“H-hey, sorry, guys, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick,” Sayori admitted after all this time.
“Yeah, we could tell,” Natsuki crossed her arms and smirked. Monika merely nodded as well.
“A-ah, you’re so mean, was it really that obvious?”
Sayori then doubled over as she clamped down on her crotch, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut as she hopped from foot to foot, “Actually nevermind, I really gotta go!”
“I’ll go too,” Yuri took the opportunity to empty out her bladder again. She wasn’t desperate, but she was feeling uncomfortably full.
Natsuki and Monika gave silent nods, and Sayori practically rushed off as Yuri turned around to follow. She watched from behind as Sayori desperately hobbled towards the park bathrooms. Unfortunately, they were all the way in the back, and now that Sayori had admitted her desperation to everyone, she was shamelessly doubled over, both hands jammed between her legs, as though she were physically holding the pent up flood inside of her. She groaned and moaned in desperation as she made her way forwards, and they finally reached the bathrooms.
Sayori let out a gasp and practically barreled into the bathroom first, with Yuri calmly following behind her. Sayori dove for the nearest stall but stopped short, moaning. She danced in place desperately and grasped at her crotch tightly with both hands. She was doubled over and Yuri could see her legs shaking in a vain effort to hold it just a few moments longer, but in the end, Sayori lost the fight.
Her bladder exploded. A loud stream of hot piss shot out between Sayori’s legs like she was barely wearing any panties. Sayori’s legs buckled and she braced herself against the stall as she pissed full-force onto the bathroom floor. Yuri watched, mesmerized, as her puddle grew out beneath her and spread in an uneven pattern across the floor, spreading faster across the grout cracks between the hard tiles. By the time Sayori finished, Yuri had to step back to avoid getting her shoes wet.
“S-sorry, Yuri,” Sayori apologized, blushing, “I… I really couldn’t hold it another second, I really had to go.”
“It’s okay,” Yuri nodded.
“Could you go and tell the others? I’ll be a bit cleaning up here…” Sayori asked, “Oh wait, you had to go too, right? You’ll have to step around the puddle, but-”
“It’s fine, I don’t have to go that bad,” Yuri replied, though her bladder sent her a wave of protest, “I’ll go tell the others.”
Yuri left the bathroom and spotted Natsuki and Monika sitting under a covered picnic table. She made her way over to her and scratched her arm awkwardly.
“Um… Sayori didn’t exactly make it, so,” Yuri paused, trying to word things gently, “She needs to clean up…”
“Oh dear,” Monika replied.
“I’ll go check on her,” Natsuki offered.
Yuri wasn’t sure whether to stop Natsuki or not, but she was already headed to the bathrooms, leaving Monika and Yuri alone. The two sat there in silence, with Yuri shuffling slightly. She wasn’t sure if it was the thought of going to the bathroom and then not getting to pee, or if it was the accident she just witnessed, but Yuri’s urge had only grown, and she was now getting pretty desperate.
“H-hey, Yuri,” Monika began, “Did… did you go yet?”
“N-no,” Yuri admitted. She wanted to leave it at that, but part of her was curious why Monika had asked, “W-why?”
“N-no reason, just curious,” Monika answered. She paused for a few more moments before adding, “Um, how bad do you need to go?”
Yuri blushed, “It’s… urgent, but I can hold it until they’re done.”
Yuri looked over Monika’s face. She was watching Yuri intently, her cheeks flushed. Yuri could swear Monika’s breathing was heavier than normal, and it looked like she was leaning in closer.
“Hey, Yuri,” Monika began, “why were you holding it yesterday during club?”
“H-huh?” Yuri blushed.
“I noticed yesterday,” Monika pointed out, “Yesterday, you, and Natsuki too, I think, were holding it. You both ran off to the bathroom in the middle of the meeting, too.”
“I… well, I just didn’t get to go-”
“Yuri,” Monika pressed a finger against Yuri’s lips, “I know where your classroom is. You pass right by the bathrooms before getting to the club room. Do…Do you like holding it, Yuri?”
“W-what?” Yuri asked, “Nononono! No way!”
“Yuri, we’re friends, you can be open and honest with me, I won’t judge you,” Monika smiled, “I’m also kind of into it. Ever since the sleepover, I’ve been fantasizing about it. Holding it. Other girls holding it. Getting really desperate, until they can’t hold it anymore, and… watching them have an accident.”
Yuri stared at Monika, wide-eyed. She couldn’t believe Monika was openly admitting this to her, but more than that, she had also been having feelings and thoughts about this. Is that what they were, fantasies? Was she fantasizing about holding it?
Yuri felt her heart racing in her chest. Monika was extremely close. Her bladder spasmed, but Yuri barely noticed. All she could focus on was Monika’s emerald eyes, gazing into hers intently, her glossy lips, barely parted in an expectant expression.
“I… There’s no way I…”
“There’s no way you’re into it?” Monika prodded, “How about this, Yuri. Hold it. For the rest of our time at the park here. When the others get back, you can go to the bathroom and pretend to go, and then come back while still holding it. I’ll be holding it too, I have to pee right now too.”
Monika made a show of shuffling her legs a bit before turning back to Yuri. She was growing even gloser, almost whispering to Yuri with their faces centimeters apart.
“Hold it for me, Yuri, and then tell me you truly don’t like it.”
Yuri blushed bright red. All she could focus on was Monika’s closeness. Her eager, emerald eyes gazing expectantly at her. Suddenly Yuri realized what that glint in Monika’s gaze was that she couldn’t place. Desire. Yuri felt her throat dry up, and she swallowed, unable to formulate a response.
“We’re back, sorry!” Sayori called.
Monika quickly pulled away, and the two turned to Sayori and Natsuki. Sayori was still wearing her school uniform’s top, but now she was wearing a pair of tight-fitting pink gym shorts with white trim. They definitely stood out and clashed with the uniform, so presumably Sayori’s skirt was unsalvageable.
“Sayori totally brought a change of clothes. If I didn’t know any better, you planned this!” Natsuki replied.
“N-no, of course not!” Sayori frowned, “I’m only carrying them around because of the close call earlier this week!”
It wasn’t convincing, though, and given how long she had been holding it despite the bathrooms at the cafe, Yuri had her suspicions that the accident might have also been part of the plan, or at least an expected outcome of her hold.
Yuri stood up, still feeling embarrassed about her earlier encounter with Monika. She cleared her throat and nodded, “I need to go, I’ll be right back…”
Yuri refused to meet Monika’s gaze and made her way back to the bathroom quickly. Her bladder was starting to really nag her by this point, and especially after what Monika and her had talked about, she was really feeling the urge to pee.
Suddenly, however, her phone buzzed, and she knew exactly who it was. She looked down to confirm that Monika had sent her a text.
“Yuri…. Will you hold it for me?”
Monika’s voice from earlier echoed in her mind.
“Hold it for me, Yuri, and then tell me you don’t like it.”
Yuri shuffled in place, gazing at the stall. She was tempted to pee right there, and forget Monika had ever said anything, but part of her was excited, curious as to what would happen if she indulged Monika. Another part of her was terrified. If she did, what would she find out about herself? She looked at one of the open stalls, the toilet calling out to her as her bladder swelled with pent up urine. Would she go? Would she hold it? Would she enjoy holding it?
With her heart racing, she sent a simple “ok” and exited the bathroom without relieving herself. When she returned to the others, she lied and said that she went, but she made eye-contact with Monika, who gave a sweet, teasing smile in return.
Yuri had been holding it on her own all week since the sleepover, and yet nothing prepared her for holding it while knowing Monika knew she was desperate. She felt like her every squirm, her every wriggle, her every desperate squeeze was being scrutinized by Monika. She would meet Monika’s gaze and her bladder would almost spasm involuntarily. Yuri at first thought it should be embarrassing-- mortifying even. But it wasn’t.
Her heart was racing, she was excited. She was more than excited. Much like yesterday when she couldn’t hold herself back after relieving herself, she found herself aroused. She was sure her face was flushed as she tried to both hold it in and push down the urge to touch herself. She wasn’t sure at all why she was feeling like this.
Moreover, she also knew Monika was holding it in too. That only made Yuri’s heart race more. When she noticed that Natsuki yesterday or Sayori earlier today had been holding it, it had only been an assumption that was only confirmed after the fact by their desperate dashes to the bathroom. This time, however, Yuri knew from the start. She knew Monika was holding it, and she knew she was doing it on purpose. Every wriggle, ever shake, every time Monika’s hand slipped closer to her crotch, resisting the temptation to grab herself openly, Yuri’s heart fluttered.
By the time everyone decided it was time to call it a night, Yuri was panting both out of desperation, and just from how flustered she was. Natsuki and Sayori both headed home, and the second they were gone, Yuri turned to Monika.
“I… I can’t hold it anymore.”
“You really did hold it…” Monika replied, almost in awe.
“I… I don’t know why, I just…” Yuri paused, knees buckling as she allowed herself to openly grab her crotch, now that it was just Monika and Yuri around.
“I did some digging after the sleepover,” Monika began, “Apparently the fetish is called omorashi. It can mean a lot of different things, but a lot of times it means people enjoy holding it, or wetting themselves, or they can also enjoy others doing it instead.”
“A fetish? There’s no way it’s something like that,” Yuri denied, but the more she thought of it, the more it all lined up. Her arousal, her focus on it, her convincing herself to hold it even when she didn’t need to.
“I really can’t hold it anymore either, I’m at my limit, Yuri.”
Monika placed a hand on her abdomen and Yuri could see a noticeable bulge poking out through Monika’s waistline. She had to have been holding it for quite some time.
Yuri blushed, and Monika smiled.
“What’s with that reaction, if you don’t have the fetish too?” Monika teased, “You’re really turned on right now, aren’t you?”
Yuri turned her head away, but she knew that refusing to answer was an answer in itself.
Monika doubled over, pressing her hands against her own crotch, “Let’s head to the bathroom before we wet ourselves out here.”
Yuri nodded before feeling her bladder spasm desperately. She fought desperately to hold in a leak, and just managed to stay dry before hobbling after Monika towards the bathrooms.
The two were moaning desperately by the time they entered the bathroom together.
“Yuri,” Monika gazed at Yuri, face red, “Y-you don’t have to if you don’t want to, and I understand if this isn’t something you want to do right away, but… do… do you want to wet yourself with me?”
The mere suggestion almost made Yuri lose it right then and there. She had definitely held it to bursting a number of times, but she hadn’t wet herself since the sleepover. She remembered how icky and awful it felt.
Yet, she also remembered the arousing dream she had, with Monika teasing her right after she had wet herself. Yuri felt herself growing more aroused by the memory, and she could feel her blush deepen.
“S-sorry, that was a bit too much,” Monika turned away, “F-forget I said anything, It was a really dumb suggestion!”
“N-no, it’s fine, I just… don’t know what to think about all of this” Yuri was cut off by a strong spasm from her bladder, and she desperately danced in place to keep her pent-up flood contained.
Monika nodded, smiling in understanding, though the disappointment was clear in her tone, “I understand. Sorry, I kind of came at you with this all at once.”
“It’s fine, I just- ah!” Yuri doubled over, and without another word she quickly hobbled into one of the stalls. She barely managed to get her panties down before her dams burst. A hot, forceful stream of pee shot out and sprayed against the bowl of the toilet. Yuri felt the relief wash over her as she leaned forwards, eyes closed and mouth agape with how good finally getting to pee was. This is what she had been missing earlier when she went to the bathroom before meeting with the club. This blissful sensation of relief.
At some point while Yuri was still peeing, Yuri heard Monika let out a moan halfway between desperation and arousal, and hobbled into her own stall. Even as Yuri continued to relieve herself, she could feel her own arousal building up inside of her, and she felt her face grow flushed at the thought of Monika peeing in the stall next to her after they both held it in.
Yuri threw her head back as her stream finally started to die down, and as soon as it was done, she could barely hold herself back anymore. Her hand gravitated towards her crotch, and her womanhood ached to be touched. The only thing that stopped her was the knowledge that Monika was in the other stall, and that she would hear Yuri’s every moan.
Reluctantly prying her fingers away and cleaning herself up, Yuri flushed the toilet and realized that Monika hadn’t peed yet. She had been intently listening for the sounds of Monika to follow suit and relieve herself, but she hadn’t.
Yuri wanted to wait, but she knew it would be suspicious if she didn’t leave the stall now that she had flushed, so she merely stepped out of the stall and began washing her hands. At the same time, though, she finally heard Monika start peeing, but something was very different about the sound that Yuri couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Yuri heard Monika let out another moan and blushed in embarrassment as she realized she was listening to her pee. Equal parts embarrassed and aroused, she finished up washing her hands and exited the bathroom, waiting just outside for Monika to finish up. She figured Monika still wanted to talk to her about everything.
It took Monika much longer than Yuri expected to finally leave the bathroom, and when Monika did finally exit and met Yuri’s gaze, she blushed.
“S-sorry, Yuri,” Monika blushed, “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
“It’s alright,” Yuri replied, not really sure about whether or not they should pick up on the conversation from earlier.
Monika didn’t seem all that keen either, merely smiling awkwardly, “I suppose we should start heading home.”
Yuri nodded silently, and the two set off from the park, walking in stiff silence. Yuri’s mind was reeling from what had happened, and as she fell behind Monika, her eyes were drawn to her waist and thighs, as though trying to spot those tell-tale signs of desperation despite knowing Monika had just peed. She pulled her eyes away from Monika’s legs and noticed her long, silky ponytail bobbing back and forth. Yuri found it mesmerizing.
They walked in silence until they reached the intersection where the two would need to part ways. Monika stopped and turned to Yuri, opening her mouth, but then pausing, before rubbing her arm.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier, Yuri,” Monika finally spoke.
“You didn’t,” Yuri reassured her, “You didn’t force me into anything. I’m just feeling a bit confused right now. I need some time to process my thoughts.”
“Alright,” Monika nodded, relaxing her shoulders a bit, “I won’t pressure you into anything, but know that you can come to me and talk about things if you need to, alright?”
Yuri nodded, “I will. Thank you.”
With that said, the two said their goodbyes and parted ways, and Yuri found her mind racing for the rest of her walk. Rather than any form of clarity from the strange thoughts she had been having up until now, Yuri only had more questions. As soon as she got back home, she headed up to her room and looked up the term Monika had shared with her, “Omorashi.”
Yuri’s wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she started her search, but the more she read the definitions, skimmed over people’s accounts, and was exposed to content that left her blushing, she was forced to come to a single conclusion.
I… I definitely have an omorashi fetish. This is why I’ve been getting these weird feelings lately. It’s why I’ve been so aroused…
Yuri’s first reaction was to glance at her phone next to her. Should she tell Monika? On the one hand, Monika had reassured her that she could come to her about this, and Yuri was more conflicted and confused as ever right now, but on the other hand, Yuri knew Monika also had ulterior motives, if their interactions today were any indication, and given her own reactions to Monika’s advances, Yuri wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist. She didn’t even know if she’d want to.
I should think things through, and sleep on it.
With that, Yuri tried to push her thoughts to the back of her mind as she went about the rest of her night. She ate dinner and took a bath, and by the time she changed into her sleepwear and her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.
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Yuri had to pee. That was the first thing she noticed. Her bladder was swollen and she shuffled as she tried to hold it. She also felt someone hugging her from behind, one arm wrapped around her waist as another brushed just underneath her breasts. She could feel the warmth of their body pressed against her back, and their head resting on her shoulder.
Yuri turned to look back at them, and saw two emerald eyes gazing back at her. It was Monika. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted in a sultry smile. Her eyes were filled with lust as she squeezed Yuri’s abdomen a little, eliciting a quiet moan from Yuri’s lips.
Yuri felt her bladder spasm and she clamped her thighs together, her knees rubbing as she fought the pent-up flood.
“M-Monika,” Yuri blushed, her breaths ragged, both from her efforts of holding it in, but also from an intense arousal from the situation, “I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Aw, but you told me you would keep holding it, Yuri,” Monika pouted, she leaned in and whispered into Yuri’s ear, “You can hold it a little longer, can’t you?”
Yuri’s heart raced. She was bursting, but the soft, velvet tone of Monika’s voice made her want to try longer. Biting her lip, she nodded.
Monika turned and planted a soft, wet kiss on Yuri’s cheek as Yuri stood there, struggling against her body. She then brought one of her hands up and began squeezing at Yuri’s breast through her clothes. Yuri let out a small gasp and nearly leaked at the sudden touch. Monika then snaked her other hand down, giving one last press on Yuri’s bladder teasingly before reaching down to stroke Yuri’s thigh.
Yuri’s legs shook as she tried to fight the mounting pressure, not helped by the electric sparks running up and down her body with Monika’s every touch. Her fingers danced across the sensitive skin of Yuri’s inner thigh, coming dangerously close to slipping underneath her skirt, but always stopping short. Her other hand kneaded Yuri’s breast, and she could feel her nipple growing hard from the stimulation.
Suddenly, Yuri’s bladder gave another spasm, and she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut and clamping her legs together as she danced in place. She had reached her limit.
“Monika, I… I can’t hold it… I’m going to wet myself, please let me go to the bathroom!”
“Go ahead, right here, it’s okay, Yuri,” Monika smiled, “Wet yourself, and then I’ll make you feel amazing.”
Yuri was tempted by the proposition, but shook her head. She didn’t want to wet herself.
“No, please, let me go, I need to pee, I’m going to pee! Ah!”
Yuri doubled over as her bladder spasmed again, and she was sure she had let out a leak. She jolted upright, and suddenly Monika was gone. Her heart was racing, her breaths were ragged, and she was incredibly aroused. She looked around. She was in her room, wearing little more than a nightgown and a pair of panties. It had been a dream.
Panicked, Yuri reached down to feel her sheets, and her crotch. She hadn’t leaked, or worse, wet the bed, due to her dream. The only things that seemed to have carried over into the real world were how hot and bothered her dream had gotten her, as well as the intense desperation. She really had to pee.
Yuri pressed her hand against her crotch to hold it, and she felt the wetness caused by her arousal. Her womanhood throbbed and ached. Come to think of it, she hadn’t taken care of herself after the incident at the park, or her later research, both of which had turned her on immensely.
Yuri felt her bladder spasm in protest and she thought to head to the bathroom, but she wasn’t thinking straight. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and began playing with herself, her fingers quickly finding her sensitive bud. She allowed herself to fall back onto her bed as she spread her legs and pleasured herself. Her other hand snaked up and found her breasts, grabbing onto the same one Monika had been squeezing in her dreams. She massaged it and teased her nipple as she continued to rub and stroke her womanhood.
Her bladder sent another wave of protest, and Yuri was forced to slow down to avoid leaking then and there. She moaned in both desperation and frustration, and squeezed her legs together, clamping down with her fingers as she overcame the wave. As soon as it had passed, she was back to touching herself. She slipped her fingers into her wet entrance, letting out a moan as she shifted her other hand to give her other breast some attention. Her body was wracked with both desperation and pleasure as she arched her back, letting out another pleasurable moan.
With a racing heart and ragged breaths, she brought herself to the edge of climax, only for her pesky bladder to get in the way again. She felt her muscles relax and she slammed her legs shut, moaning and shaking as she tried to avoid leaking. She came very close, feeling as though the contents of her bladder were slamming against her pee hole. A battering ram trying to force open the gates she was desperately clenching shut. Finally, the wave passed, but so had the brink of her arousal. She was unbearably horny, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to orgasm without absolutely wetting herself.
Reluctantly, Yuri pulled her fingers out from underneath her panties and she made herself somewhat presentable before rushing down the hall and to the toilet. She really had pushed herself, and managed to get there just before her body involuntarily lost control of her bladder, peeing at full force into the bowl. Before she had even finished, her fingers were already back, teasing herself.
With an empty bladder, it didn’t take Yuri long to bring herself back to the edge of climax, and as she reached orgasm, her back arched and she threw her head back, biting onto a finger and stifling her moans as she felt her body shake and spasm.
Her heart racing from her climax, and her mind racing from her dream, Yuri was on full autopilot as she wiped herself and flushed the toilet. As she washed her hands, she splashed cold water on her face. She knew what she had to do.
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Much later that day, Yuri found herself walking up to the front door of Monika’s house. She was wearing a light blue ribbed sweater and a frilled black skirt that stopped halfway down her thighs, as well as a pair of black knee-high socks and light grey shoes with blue floral patterns. A bag with supplies for the night was slung over her shoulder, and her bladder was filling up steadily. As she got closer to the front door, Yuri’s heart raced, and her mind harkened back to the conversation she had with Monika earlier.
“Monika?” Yuri had begun. She didn’t want to say anything too telling if Monika wasn’t going to check her phone immediately, otherwise Yuri would probably just keep getting more and more anxious about it. Thankfully, Monika responded relatively quickly.
“Yeah?”
“I looked up omorashi yesterday after the park. I think I might be into it. I don’t really know how to feel about that, though.”
“Hey, no worries! I’m still kind of figuring it out myself.”
“Hey, do you think we could talk about it later?”
“Sure! I’m free all day, pretty much,” Monika replied, then, to clarify, she asked, “Did you want to talk over the phone, or in person?”
Yuri’s heart raced. If they talked about it in person, there was no telling how their conversation would go. Monika had gotten rather close to her yesterday at the park. Though, given her dreams lately, Yuri wasn’t entirely sure if she would mind that.
“In person would be better.” Yuri answered.
“Perfect! Actually, my parents are out of the house tonight. We could make it a sleepover, if you want! Just the two of us!”
And that was how Yuri wound up here, on Monika’s doorstep, heart racing as she raised her arm to ring the doorbell. Her finger stopped just short, and Yuri pulled it back, placing her hand on her chest as she tried to calm herself. Finally, she steeled her nerves and rang the doorbell in one swift motion, before she could take it back again.
“Coming!” she heard Monika’s voice call from somewhere inside the house. After some sounds of rummaging and footsteps, the door unlocked and opened, and Monika greeted Yuri with a bright smile.
“Hey, Yuri!”
Yuri gave Monika a once-over. She was wearing a mint green spaghetti strap tank top, and a pleated orange skirt with white frills. Monika’s bare legs were on full display, and the top showed off a bit of her midriff. She was beaming at Yuri happily, and Yuri quickly responded before it became too obvious she was staring.
“H-hey,” Yuri smiled sheepishly.
“Come on in! I set out some snacks in the living room, since we have the house to ourselves tonight!”
Yuri nodded, and followed Monika in.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” Monika asked, and Yuri was immediately reminded of her filling bladder, as well as the reason she was here. She briefly wondered if there was an ulterior motive behind Monika’s offer, but offering a guest a drink right after they arrived was just common courtesy.
“Do you have any tea?” Yuri asked.
Monika nodded and smiled, running off and returning with two steaming cups of green tea. The two sat down on the floor in front of the table Monika had set up, and Monika smiled warmly as she looked across it and faced Yuri.
“So, I know you mentioned wanting to talk about things, so we can take that at your pace,” Monika offered, “In fact, we don’t even have to talk about it right away, if you don’t want.”
“No, I want to get things off my chest,” Yuri affirmed, even as she looked down, “It all started at the sleepover. I hated wetting myself. It made me feel gross and childish, especially after everything I said to Natsuki about her manga. I never wanted to experience that again. At first I thought that I could train myself to hold it. I started holding it every day, and pushing myself more and more. At some point, I realized that I… actually liked it. I also noticed Natsuki and Sayori holding it, and found myself interested in why they would hold it on purpose, even though I had been doing basically the same thing.”
“But it wasn’t as simple as realizing you were interested in this stuff, was it?” Monika asked.
“No. At first I didn’t want to believe it. I felt ashamed that I enjoyed holding it, that I could even get aroused by it. Even now, I still don’t know how I feel about it. Am I a pervert? Am I gross?”
Monika leaned across the table and placed a reassuring hand on Yuri’s shoulder.
“I don’t think you’re gross or perverted at all, just for liking something and being able to admit that. It’s just something you have an interest in. After the sleepover, I started having these fantasies, about me, and everyone else, wetting themselves. Having accidents. It started turning me on. I talked to Natsuki about the manga, and she was the one who told me what omorashi meant. That’s when I realized. So I’m into this stuff too, but you don’t think I’m gross or perverted, do you?”
“No, of course not!”
“Well, there you go,” Monika smiled, “Yuri, I’m not going to tell you how to feel, but I think you should be allowed to explore the things you enjoy. If something excites you, it just means that you found something special, right?”
Yuri fell silent, and as she sipped on her tea, she felt more at ease about everything.
“Thank you, Monika,” Yuri nodded, “I definitely think I needed to talk to someone about this. I’m glad it was you.”
“Of course,” Monika smiled.
“H-hey, Monika,” Yuri added, shuffling as she felt a nagging signal from her bladder. She played it up, figuring Monika would catch on, “B-by the way, you asked me to bring a second set of clothes…”
Monika blushed, realizing immediately what Yuri was insinuating.
“Yuri, you don’t have to-”
“I want to. Or… at least… I want to try,” Yuri affirmed, “I haven’t wet myself since the sleepover. I want to try to get over my negative experience with it. I want your help with that.”
Monika sat, stunned, for a few moments, before nodding, “A-alright. How… how badly do you need to go?”
“I have to pee, but it’s not urgent yet,” Yuri admitted.
“Alright! Well, how about we watch a movie while we fill up? I’ll join you and hold it too!”
Yuri nodded, and the two got themselves another glass of tea, as well as plenty of water, to drink and Monika put on a movie. This time it was more in-line with Yuri’s tastes, but her heart couldn’t stop racing at the idea of what she was doing. It didn’t help that this whole situation felt a lot like the last sleepover. Even though her feelings towards holding it had changed, wetting herself there had been such an unpleasant experience that she couldn’t help but feel nervous and uncomfortable.
Perhaps sensing her stiffness, Monika leaned into Yuri, leaning into her side and resting her head on her shoulder. Yuri’s heart skipped a beat, and Monika looked up to gauge Yuri’s reaction.
“Is this okay?” Monika asked, “Let me know if I’m too close.”
“N-no, it’s… nice,” Yuri smiled in return.
Taking that as an invitation, Monika cuddled up into Yuri’s side, and Yuri found herself relaxed in Monika’s presence.
Halfway through the movie, Yuri’s bladder was urgently full and she was growing restless. She was trying to strike a balance between making her increasing urge obvious to Monika, while also not becoming an uncomfortable headrest. Monika herself was shuffling uncomfortably from time to time, and she kept looking over at Yuri to spot signs of her desperation. Every time Yuri would shuffle in place or rub her legs together, Monika would smile.
Just like at the park, Yuri found the idea of Monika knowing that she was holding it, and that her urge to pee was growing by the minute, incredibly arousing. Her heart was racing and she was only marginally able to focus on the movie with Monika cuddled up next to her.
Monika shifted her position with a brief, desperate wriggle and then teasingly placed a hand against Yuri’s thigh. Yuri let out a soft moan involuntarily and blushed, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Monika gazing at her teasingly.
“Oh, are you filling up?”
“Y-yeah, I really have to go.”
“Do you…” Monika paused, looking away briefly before turning back and finding her words, “Do you mind if I tease you a bit?”
Yuri’s mind immediately jumped back to the steamy dream she had earlier, and her face grew bright red. She gazed back at Monika, looking up with those same lustful, eager eyes. Yuri’s heart skipped a beat, but she nodded.
“Let me know if I go too far, and I’ll stop right away,” Monika reassured her, “I want you to feel comfortable.”
Yuri nodded, and soon Monika was teasing at her thighs as the two sat on the couch. The movie was forgotten at this point, mere background noise as Monika graced her fingers teasingly close to Yuri’s skirt. Yuri felt her bladder squeeze in protest as Monika leaned over further. She shuffled her legs up and down as she tried not to squirm too much.
“Oh, what’s wrong, Yuri?” Monika asked, like she didn’t already know.
“I have to pee,” Yuri admitted, bringing an immediate, teasing smile to Monika’s lips.
“I have to pee too, but let’s try to hold it as long as possible.”
Yuri nodded, and looked over. Monika had leaned in close to whisper into Yuri’s ear, and now the two were gazing at each other, faces inches apart. Monika’s hand was still on Yuri’s thigh. Yuri found her own hand traveling up Monika’s leg, teasing her as the two drew closer. Yuri wasn’t sure who had initiated it first, but she soon found her lips pressed against Monika’s. Monika’s hand snaked around to Yuri’s back and Yuri raised an arm up across Monika’s shoulder as the two kissed.
As the two got more physical, Yuri felt Monika grab her breast and squeeze it through her clothes, pausing to gauge Yuri’s reaction. Yuri silently nodded and Monika continued toying with it, her lower hand slipping ever closer to between Yuri’s legs.
All throughout this, Yuri felt her bladder swell as it filled up, her desperation only heightened by Monika’s touch. She shuffled and rubbed her legs together tightly as her bladder sent waves of desperation washing over her. She was letting out moans of urgency as she tried to hold it back, but she was filling up fast and she knew it was only a matter of time before she reached her limit.
“Y-Yuri… I’m… I’m getting pretty full, how close are you?”
“I’m bursting,” Yuri admitted, “I really have to pee.”
“Let’s try to make it to the end of the movie,” Monika suggested. Yuri had all but forgotten the movie existed, but it did make for a good time goal. Yuri nodded, and Monika continued to toy with her. Yuri herself found her hands finally reciprocating, returning the favor as she grabbed Monika’s chest through her hands.
“Can I… take your sweater off?” Monika asked, “I can take my top off too, if you want.”
“G-go ahead,” Yuri nodded.
It didn’t take much outside of that confirmation, and soon Monika’s hands were all over Yuri. Yuri felt Monika reach under her sweater and pull it up, waiting for Yuri to raise her arms so she could fully remove it. In return, Yuri slipped the shoulder straps off of Monika’s top and pulled it down, leaving both girls in their bras. It wasn’t long before those were out of the way too, and the two girls were left to take in each other’s topless bodies.
“Wow, I can see a bulge, you must really have to go,” Monika teased.
Yuri nodded, declining to bring up the bulge in Monika’s own abdomen, indicating that she was just as full.
With their tops off, Monika and Yuri returned their hands to bare skin, massaging each other and toying with their nipples even as the two moaned and shuffled in place. Yuri’s bladder cried out in protest, and she felt her thighs clamp down hard as she fought back against a strong spasm.
“W-we should… move off the couch, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold it, Monika.”
“Good idea, the floor’s easier to clean up.”
The two moved away from the couch and returned their hands to each other’s bodies. Yuri felt her full bladder sitting in her abdomen like a rock, each arousing action from Monika sending waves of desperation through her. Monika, too, seemed to shake and let out a desperate moan as Yuri grabbed her breast. In return, Monika removed her lips from Yuri’s and planted a trail of kisses down her collar bone, finding her way down to Yuri’s breast. She took one of Yuri’s nipples into her mouth, playing with it with her tongue.
“Yuri, mind if I… touch you down there?”
“I’m… I’ll definitely wet myself…” Yuri confessed. She was on the verge already.
“It’s okay, Yuri,” Monika encouraged, “I’m at my limit too.”
As if the words weren’t encouragement for Yuri’s swollen bladder enough, Monika slipped her hand down as she returned to kissing Yuri’s breast. Yuri felt Monika’s hand slip underneath her underwear and tease her lower lips, and Yuri couldn’t help but let out a spurt directly onto Monika’s hand.
“S-sorry,” Yuri panted.
“No, that was incredibly hot,” Monika admitted, “If you want to, you can… to me…”
Yuri got the hint and slipped her hand underneath Monika’s skirt, slipping her own fingers beneath the waistband of Monika’s panties. Her fingers found Monika’s sensitive bud and she used her fingers to rub it in little circles, eliciting a loud moan from Monika. Yuri felt a wetness on her fingers and heard a short, brief hiss as Monika leaked into her panties.
Monika returned the favor by slipping a finger into Yuri teasingly, and Yuri felt her bladder completely give out. She arched her back as she felt her muscles spasm and relax as a powerful stream sprayed out. It struck Monika’s hand and spread out between her legs, soaking through her panties and skirt, running in rivulets as it pooled between her legs.
Yuri let out a loud moan and threw her head back in pleasure, even as Monika didn’t let up with her fingers. Yuri returned the favor by speeding up her motions on Monika’s clit. Monika let out another leak and a moan, and all it took was for Yuri to slow down and put a bit more pressure down with her fingers, and Monika burst too. Her dam burst and her pee soaked through her panties and sprayed down between her legs, mixing with Yuri’s own puddle.
The combination of the blissful relief and the feeling of Monika’s fingers between her legs was too much for Yuri. She was already so aroused before, and even as her desperation subsided and was replaced with relief, her body was starting to beg for a different kind of release. She could feel her arousal build as Monika leaned forwards, even while still peeing, and pressed her lips against Yuri’s again.
Yuri herself finally slipped her own fingers into Monika, who moaned and gasped even as she continued to pee. Yuri felt her own stream trickle off, but her body was far more focused on her building climax. Monika’s walls spasmed and tightened around Yuri’s fingers as well, and she knew that Monika was close too.
Monika finally finished peeing, and it seemed like she now had more focus on Yuri. She briefly slipped her fingers out of Yuri to tease her clit, eliciting loud moans that Yuri tried in vain to stifle. Monika herself was moaning as Yuri continued to tease her as well, and soon it became clear that both of them were on the verge of orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” Monika begged, “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” Yuri panted back.
The two kissed each other once again as they both reached climax together, moaning as their bodies shook against each other. Yuri pulled her hand out of Monika’s panties and hugged her, grateful they were already on the floor. She doubted her quivering legs would be able to support herself anymore. Monika was in a similar state, collapsing on top of Yuri as her legs shook with the residual waves of her climax.
“So, was I able to help you overcome your negative feelings about wetting yourself?” Monika asked.
“Yes. That was… incredible,” Yuri nodded, blushing, “but… w-what are we… I mean, what does this make us… or…”
Monika leaned in and kissed Yuri to interrupt her, “W-we can figure that out later. Let’s not ruin the moment. The important part is we both enjoyed it, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Yuri admitted.
“And I don’t know about you, but I for one would definitely enjoy it if we do that again sometime.”
“I…” Yuri looked to the side, face as red as a tomato, “I would like that too.”
“Well, we do have all night.”
Yuri felt her face light up, and as she sputtered and struggled to find words, she heard Monika laugh warmly.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! We’ll take things at whatever pace you feel comfortable. Although, speaking of, we do have a bit of a mess to clean up here,” Monika motioned to the sizeable puddle beneath them.
Yuri blushed, just now noticing as the pee began to cool. Her skirt was clinging to her legs and butt uncomfortably, and she could feel their puddle soaking into her socks as well. Monika must’ve picked up on her discomfort, and looked at Yuri in concern.
“You’re okay, right? I mean, you’re really okay. With all of this?”
Yuri met the green eyes gazing back at her, a mix of curiosity and concern. Her mind was instantly brought back to her memories of the sleepover, where everything started. She vividly recalled Monika, going out of her way to find her. Even though Monika had just had her own accident, and a worse one at that, she had respectfully kept her distance with Yuri, speaking tenderly and gently. She had made sure she was okay, apologized about letting the others get carried away, and not speaking up herself. It wasn’t the flirting, assertive Monika of her dreams, it was the same apprehensive, concerned, caring girl standing before her now. Smiling back at her even as they got up to start cleaning up their puddle.
“Yes, I’m okay, Monika. More than okay,” Yuri reassured her, “My clothes, on the other hand…”
Monika let out a warm, gentle laugh, “Yeah, let’s hurry up and clean this up so we can get out of these wet clothes. We should shower, too. We could take turns, or… W-we could shower together?”
Monika’s voice had nearly died out and she spoke the last words in more of a whisper. Yuri blushed furiously at the thought of them showering together, and given the experience they just had, they likely wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Even though it made her heart race, Yuri wasn’t opposed to the idea at all.
She smiled at Monika and answered, “I’d love to.”
THE END
Edited November 28, 2022 by Railgun-sama
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Here's another one! This is actually the third in a series of stories (this is a continuation of this story here:)
centered around DDLC, commissioned by the same client. I would've posted them all in the same thread, instead of individually like this, but they all have wildly different themes and tags, with the first one and this one containing messing. This one is actually solely focused on messing, so if that's not your cup of tea, this probably isn't the story for you. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!
Competition and Awakening
Natsuki walked along the darkened streets of the neighborhood, following closely behind Sayori as the two made their way back to her place. She found herself spending more and more time over at Sayori’s place lately. Not only was it a nice change of pace from her usual homelife, but she found she quite enjoyed Sayori’s company.
On top of that, the two had recently discovered they shared somewhat similar interests. Namely, both of them were into experimenting with certain bodily needs. In particular, desperation, wetting, and messing. Though, in fairness, Natsuki herself had mostly been interested in desperation and wetting up until recently, and even then she was more interested in witnessing it than being an active participant.
It wasn’t until the fateful slumber party several days ago that her interests had shifted somewhat, no doubt helped along by Sayori, who was shuffling along ahead of her.
Sayori, as it turned out, was well-versed in wetting and desperation, and had experimented with it extensively, even before the sleepover. However, on that night, she and Natsuki had managed to rope the girls into a holding contest, and it had ended with her losing control of more than her bladder. It was this accident that had shifted her interests more towards messing herself, and she had subsequently confessed her interests to Natsuki, and even roped her into them once or twice.
Earlier today was a good example, where Natsuki had just nearly missed Sayori wetting herself at the park. The images of Sayori standing in the park bathroom with sopping wet bottoms and a substantial puddle was still clear in her mind, and she couldn’t help but draw her attention to Sayori’s behind as they walked.
Funnily enough, though, Sayori looked like she was shuffling awkwardly, and Natsuki immediately narrowed her eyes.
“Hey, Sayori, are you okay?”
“O-oh yeah, of course, I’m fine!” Sayori smiled, though her expression was stiff and her face was pale.
Natsuki didn’t buy it for a second, “I can tell you’re uncomfortable. You’re holding it, aren’t you?”
“You caught me,” Sayori gave up, a little too easily in Natsuki’s mind, “I kind of really have to poop.”
“Well, we’re almost at your house. You’re not gonna shit yourself, right?” Natsuki teased.
“Natsuki!” Sayori blushed, “N-no, I’ll be fine!”
The two continued to walk onward and Natsuki could tell Sayori was teasing her. While her walk had been stiff and awkward before, it was clear Sayori was really playing up how badly she had to poop. She was shuffling stiffly with her hand against her rear, like she was literally holding it back. She was more doubled over than she was before, and she was rubbing her stomach.
The two finally reached Sayori’s house, and Sayori hurried up to the front door. As she struggled with the keys, she let out a gasp, and doubled over. She let out a loud fart before she felt her bowels contract, and suddenly a lump began forming in her shorts. It grew as she felt herself totally and completely lose control, her body pushing out all her poop into her panties.
Natsuki got a full view as she watched Sayori mess herself. She could hear the distinct crackle of Sayori filling her panties as the stench struck her immediately, and she took a step back. Sayori let out another gasp, and suddenly a hissing accompanied the sound of her messing as a wet spot spread across the back of Sayori’s shorts. Pee shot out between her legs and splattered onto the tiles below, and Sayori fruitlessly tried to clamp down on the flow as she wet herself too.
When she was done, she let out a relieved sigh and turned to Natsuki, face red.
“Sorry, I guess I couldn’t make it after all, hehehe,” Sayori scratched the back of her head awkwardly.
Natsuki narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, “That was on purpose, wasn’t it?”
“What? No way! I was really holding it in!” Sayori tried, “I’ve needed to go for a while, actually.”
“Nice try,” Nastuki replied slyly, “But if that were true, you could’ve just went at the park earlier when you wet yourself. Unless you put it off, which still would’ve been on purpose.”
Sayori slumped her shoulders and lowered her gaze, “Alright, fine, you got me.”
Suddenly, the sound of a shutter went off, and Sayori’s eyes widened. She looked up to see Natsuki holding up her phone and smiling mischievously.
“Did… did you just take a picture of me?” Sayori asked, blushing.
“Sure did, you look funny standing there with your pants a total mess,” Natsuki smirked. She held up her phone to show Sayori the photo of her, standing there with a noticeable lump in her shorts and a dark patch with wet streaks still running down her legs, “I got one of you in the park earlier too, when you wet yourself.”
“That’s so embarrassing,” Sayori blushed even more, “And on top of that, I can’t believe I wet myself twice.”
“Wait, that wasn’t on purpose?” Natsuki asked.
“No, I just wanted to have a little fun and I really had to poop, but the wetting was accidental. I guess my bladder was still weak from earlier and I lost control,” Sayori admitted, pulling at the legs of her shorts and making an disgusted face, “I didn’t expect to wet myself, this is the worst.”
“Why are you complaining?” Natsuki asked, “I mean, you literally just said you shit yourself on purpose, but suddenly wetting yourself is a no-go?”
“W-well, I like holding it in, but actually wetting myself always felt a bit icky to me. Also it’s a pain to clean up. Whereas, as long as it’s not too loose, poop’s a bit easier to deal with.”
Natsuki wrinkled her nose, “I dunno, I think messing’s worse, personally.”
“Have you tried it yet?” Sayori asked, “Messing, I mean?”
Natsuki blushed. After she had initially discussed the topic with Sayori, she thought back to the day of the slumber party and got curious. Sayori was far more adventurous than Natsuki when it come to experimentation, so she had rather quickly taking to experimenting with messing, and had encouraged Natsuki to experiment.
“I-I have,” Natsuki admitted, recalling the experience with no shortage of embarrassment.
“Oh, now you’re the one getting embarrassed,” Sayori smiled, “You enjoy teasing me and taking photos, but it seems like I can handle this stuff better than you.”
“T-that’s only because I’m more into watching than doing!”
“Oh really? You seemed pretty into the holding contest at the sleepover.”
“I just got excited that I’d get to see everyone wet themselves, and I was determined to win,” Natsuki pointed out defensively. She then puffed out her chest with pride, “Which I did, by the way.”
“You only won because both me and Monika had to poop too,” Sayori pointed out.
“That was your own fault, that wasn’t supposed to be part of the competition. Besides, Monika didn’t even say she had to poop.”
Sayori places a finger on her chin and nodded, “I guess that’s true. But if poop had been part of the competition, I’m pretty sure I would’ve won.”
“How are you so sure? You didn’t even realize you were into it until the sleepover anyway, right?” Natsuki pointed out.
“That’s true, but I have experience holding it in general, and I’m more comfortable experimenting around with this stuff than you. You just like to watch, right?”
“W-well, yeah, but…” Natsuki began.
“So clearly if we did anything embarrassing involving messing ourselves, I’m pretty confident,” Sayori concluded.
“J-just because you’re more used to it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t win!”
“Okay. Why don’t we just find out, then,” Sayori suggested simply.
“What, like another holding contest, but with poop?” Natsuki asked.
“No,” Sayori shook her head, “A regular holding contest would just be boring. Besides, it has to be embarrassing, right? So why don’t we have a competition where we see who can mess themselves in the riskiest place?”
“T-that’s…” Natsuki began. She was about to say embarrassing, but then she realized the whole point of the contest was to prove that she could handle being embarrassed. Instead, she shifted gears, “H-how would we even do a contest like that? Are we just going to follow each other around and watch?”
“I think that would limit it too much,” Sayori replied, “So why don’t we take pictures? We’ll find risky places to mess ourselves, and then take pictures of us doing it! Whoever does it in the riskiest place wins the contest!”
Natsuki paused. She had let her competitive side get the better of her, but now she was having serious second thoughts. Still, even now, it was difficult for her to admit defeat, and part of her still wanted to prove Sayori wrong.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Natsuki finally replied.
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun! Besides, you have pictures of me, so isn’t it only fair that I get some pictures of you messing yourself too?” Sayori smiled teasingly, “Or are you too embarrassed for that too?”
Natsuki puffed out her cheeks defiantly, “Fine, I’ll do it!”
“Great!” Sayori smiled.
“Let’s discuss the details inside, though. We need to get you and this mess cleaned up. We’ve been standing out here for a while, and it’s starting to smell.”
Natsuki pointed to Sayori, who was still standing there with her shorts stained with urine and her panties filled with her earlier mess. Back on the receiving end of the teasing, Sayori suddenly became self-conscious that she had just been standing around at her front door like that.
Blushing, she nodded in agreement, “Good idea.”
***
Later that night, Natsuki found herself lying on her bed, staring up at her ceiling. Her heart was racing and her mind was filled with thoughts on the contest she had agreed to. After Sayori had gotten cleaned up and they had dinner, they returned to the subject, and Sayori clarified that by “riskiest place” she meant a situation where it would be super embarrassing to get caught. That meant, if Natsuki really wanted to win the contest, she’d have to come up with a more embarrassing place than Sayori.
Of course, this meant that Natsuki would have to mess herself in public somewhere, and seeing as she had just started experimenting, she had only ever messed herself once, and naturally it had been in the privacy of her own home.
Natsuki struggled to come up with a situation where she could mess herself where she could get caught, but where she could also get away with it. The classroom wouldn’t work. She’d get caught almost immediately. She could go for a walk around the neighborhood or even at the park at night without a lot of people around, but considering Sayori was perfectly fine messing herself at her front door on purpose, Natsuki figured this didn’t really count either.
I just can’t really think of a good place where I won’t get caught immediately, and I can hopefully hide it.
As she wracked her brain for ideas, Natsuki found herself recalling her first experience with messing. It had been a relatively quiet day and she knew her father would be out of the house, so she planned that she wouldn’t poop all day. She had experimented a few times with holding it before, and found it much easier to plan around holding in her bowels than her bladder. It was almost an unconscious decision to just not poop, and it helped that she didn’t start feeling anything until after dinner.
As Natsuki felt the slightest pressure in her bowels, she was able to start her evening. She had picked out a lengthy manga to read, and her plan was to hold it until she made it through the entire series. She made sure to change into older clothes that she didn’t mind making a mess in, and started. At first the challenge was simple enough. Natsuki was feeling a slight nag to go, but outside of a few grumbles and gurgles from her stomach, it was a trivial matter to push the urge off and dive into the first book.
Natsuki finished volume one and went to grab volume two, when suddenly the pressure in her stomach shot up. She felt bloated and she clenched her butt to keep her poop contained. She relaxed and let out a fart by accident, but luckily that seemed to be where most of the pressure came from, and the desperate urge subsided.
Unfortunately, Natsuki couldn’t quite push the feeling back as she was reading the second volume, and was forced to sit stiffly, shuffling on her bed as she tried not to think about how full her bowels were becoming. Natsuki felt another sharp wave of pressure hit her and she clenched again, trying not to let it get to her as she finished off volume two and picked up three.
Her reading slowed down considerably as her desperation increased, and Natsuki found herself really struggling to hold it in. She clenched against the pressure as she felt her bowels twist and gurgle. Natsuki let out another fart to relieve some of the pressure, but she could still feel all her pent-up poop trying to push its way out. She clenched and struggled as she turned the page, her mind barely able to focus on the manga anymore.
It was clear to Natsuki at that point that she wasn’t going to make it through the entire series. She had definitely overestimated her ability to hold it, and just how quickly her urge to poop would grow from the nagging it was after dinner to full-on desperation. Still, Natsuki was determined to at least make it through volume 3.
She shuffled and clenched as she rubbed her stomach with one hand, trying desperately to make it until the end of the manga. Natsuki’s stomach protested with constant grumbles as she felt her poop pressing out against her asshole, and she was really worried she’d wind up letting it out right then and there. She fought back the desperation and skimmed more than read through the last of volume 3 before tossing it to her bed and standing up.
Immediately Natsuki doubled over as a sharp wave of pressure pushed out, and she was forced to clench and squirm just to not mess herself there. It would be too much of a hassle to clean up in her bedroom, so she wanted to at least make it to the bathroom. Natsuki hobbled her way into the hall and walked stiffly and awkwardly to the toilet.
As soon as she got there, the tempting sight of the toilet called to her, and as hesitant as Natsuki was to mess herself, she nearly caved. She wanted nothing more than to tear her panties down and finally relieve herself into the toilet. However, that would defeat the purpose of her having held it in so long, so she resisted the urge and squirmed there a few seconds longer before it finally happened.
She felt her muscles loosen and heard a distinct cracking sound of all her pent-up shit making its way out of her. She had been holding it for quite a while, so it pushed its way out quite quickly. She squeezed out the first turd and let out a quick fart before the next came quickly after. It smelled foul from her having held it in, but thankfully it was firm and not loose.
Finally, Natsuki was done, and her newly emptied bowels still throbbed from having held it in so long. Despite that, however, the actual mass in Natsuki’s panties wasn’t as impressive as she had hoped. When Sayori had totally messed herself, she had let out quite a lot, and part of her was disappointed she had given in well before holding that much poop.
The cleanup had been somewhat gross, and Natsuki recalled hating the awful smell. Moreover, that had been the only time Natsuki had messed herself before accepting Sayori’s challenge. Now she was expected to not only mess herself, but do it somewhere public where she could get caught.
Natsuki let out a sigh as her mind blanked. She checked the time and realized it was quite late, and decided that sleeping on it and brainstorming more tomorrow would be the better option. As she crawled into bed, her mind drifted to Sayori, and what kind of crazy ways she would wind up messing herself.
Can I really outdo her? I mean, I got really competitive, but Sayori did it so openly earlier. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle the embarrassment.
***
Over the next few days, Natsuki went about her business normally, but all the while she was still trying to think of places that would work for the competition. She headed down to the convenience store and thought about doing it there, but the restrooms were right next to the registers. She wouldn’t be able to get away with it without getting caught by the employees. Natsuki thought about going to the cafe or some restaurant, but she recalled the foul smell and on top of not thinking she’d be able to get away with it, she also didn’t want to put that on anyone trying to eat.
The weekend had passed her by and Natsuki still hadn’t figured out anything to do or anywhere to go for the contest. She found herself idly toying with her phone as she rolled idea after idea around in her head, only for her to strike each one out for one reason or another.
Suddenly, she got a text from Sayori, and she opened it immediately.
“Can you talk right now? I have a few stories for you!”
“Sure,” Natsuki sent back, and within seconds Sayori called her.
“What’s up?” Natsuki asked, lying down on her bed to get more comfortable while the two talked.
“Well, as I mentioned, I have a few stories for you~,” Sayori sang, “I’ve been busy with our little competition lately.”
“A-ah,” Natsuki replied awkwardly, feeling even more anxious that she hadn’t managed to think of anything yet.
“Which do you want first, the stories, or the photos?” Sayori asked, before immediately interjecting, “Actually, I think it’ll be more fun if I tell you the stories first, and then send you the photos I took after.”
“Alright, go ahead.”
“So, the first was from Saturday. I peed before bed, but I didn’t poop the night before, so when my mom woke me up for breakfast, I really had to go. I could feel the pressure in my stomach as I made my way down to the kitchen. I walked right past the toilet too. I sat down as I watched my mom cook breakfast, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold it much longer. So I let it out right there. It felt really good to finally poop, and I was doing it right there in the kitchen with my mom standing there. I was behind the counter and the smell was masked by the smell of my mom’s cooking, so I was able to get away with it. I was able to get a really nice photo too!”
Sayori immediately sent Natsuki a photo of her, standing and smiling at the camera teasingly as her mom cooked breakfast with her back turned. Sayori was turned to the side and showing off a prominent lump in her pajama shorts.
“Wow, that’s definitely bold,” Natsuki agreed, “I couldn’t imagine doing that myself.”
“It’s definitely the bolder of the two, I think,” Sayori admitted.
“Wait, two? You have another one?”
“I did say I had more than one, didn’t I?” Sayori asked, “The second is a little more tame, though. This one was yesterday. I held it in all day and went to go see a movie by myself last night. I already really had to go by the time I shuffled to the theater, and I picked an older movie that had been out for a while, but I never saw. The theater wasn’t as crowded since it wasn’t new, but there were still some people in it. I sat down and watched, trying not to go for as long as possible. I held it in a lot, and I could really feel my stomach cramping up. I was aiming to totally finish it, but I would up only making it about 3/4ths of the way through before I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I totally messed myself right there. I have a photo from inside the theater, but it was dark so you can hardly see anything. The second photo when I was in the restroom is way better.”
Sure enough, Sayori sent over another two photos. The first one was a dark, blurry mess, but Natsuki could barely make out the shape of Sayori’s butt, with the shadow of a lump behind. The second photo was in a bathroom stall, with Sayori proudly displaying her ass with her skirt pulled up and her panties filled to the brim with her shit.
Natsuki’s interest in messing and wetting had always been a fascination to her out of finding the situations interesting, and somewhat comical, but something about this photo was different. She felt mesmerized, almost like she couldn’t take her eyes off of it.
“That’s,” Natsuki struggled for the words, “That’s definitely a lot, you must’ve really had to go.”
“I did, I really lost control on that one,” Sayori admitted, “Anyway, do you have any stories for me?”
Suddenly, Natsuki was reminded of her difficulty coming up with ideas, and she stammered, “Uh, well, not exactly quite just yet.”
“Oh, did you have something planned?” Sayori asked.
“Y-yeah, of course, something big, that I’ve been preparing for, that’s all,” Natsuki lied through her teeth.
“Oh, I’m getting excited, I can’t wait to see what you have planned!”
Natsuki mentally chided herself as she continued idly chatting with Sayori. She had talked big, but in reality she had no ideas and was super nervous. Moreover, Sayori had already gotten a one-up on her, and Natsuki couldn’t imagine trying to pull of either of the messings Sayori managed. Still, where before her mind was a total blank, now she had some ideas and inspiration from Sayori. Natsuki slowly found herself formulating a plan she was fairly confident she could pull off, and as they talked, she actually found herself getting excited to execute it.
***
The next day was a holiday off of school, which suited Natsuki perfectly. The night before, as well as that morning, she made sure to pee, but didn’t empty her bowels in preparation for the day. She had a big breakfast and sat around her house, reading manga on her phone as she eagerly waited. She could feel a slight urge to poop already, but it was nothing at the level she couldn’t ignore. She kept checking the time, and when it was late enough in the morning, she grabbed her bag, which had a spare change of clothes, and set out.
As Natsuki walked to the station, she clenched and felt a pang in her bowels from holding it in. She wasn’t desperate, but it was definitely at the point she’d consider looking for a restroom. Of course, today, she had other plans. Natsuki pushed the urges back and walked along, a bit more stiff than normal, as she made her way down the street.
It wasn’t long before she finally arrived at her destination, the train station. It was a good thing, too, because she could feel the pressure in her bowels mounting, and her need was starting to get a bit urgent. Natsuki bought a ticket to one of the less populated stations, and stepped through the turnstiles onto the platform. She felt her stomach gurgle at her in protest as she walked straight past the restrooms and towards the train. Natsuki glanced at the cars, happy to see that they were mostly empty. This was why it had been important for her to wait until the late morning. It was after morning rush hour but before lunch, so the train was less full. There were still people on board, but it was far less likely for anyone to notice her, especially if she sat away from most of them.
Natsuki climbed into the train car and shuffled over to a seat in the corner, far from the other passengers. As soon as she sat down, a wave of pressure sent pain through her stomach, and she shuffled and clenched as she tried to hold herself. She let out a quiet fart and was grateful she was far enough away from the other passengers that they couldn’t hear or smell it. As all the poop pushed out against her asshole, Natsuki clenched up and looked around.
She could go whenever she wanted, since holding it wasn’t a part of the contest, but she was really nervous all of a sudden. Moreover, she had picked a destination that would be relatively remote, so she could make her way to the bathrooms discreetly. The sooner she went, the longer she’d have to sit in her own mess, so Natsuki held on.
Soon, the doors closed and the train started moving. Natsuki pulled up her phone and started browsing idly to take her mind off of her urgent need. It barely worked. She could feel her stomach turning over as she felt all the pressure building up in her bowels. Natsuki normally went right before bed, so skipping her nightly bathroom break, and then not going that morning when she woke up, was really starting to catch up to her.
She could feel poop press out against her asshole, trying to force its way out, and she clenched up, shuffling in her seat as she glanced around nervously. Natsuki once again considered just going then, but she got incredibly nervous. She started worrying that the smell would eventually drift throughout the train car, or that someone would notice, so she kept holding it.
As the train ride went on, however, Natsuki felt herself cramp up and she knew she was going to go sooner rather than later. She thought about how good it would feel to let go, and then snap a few pictures, but another part of her was mortified at the idea. Every time Natsuki tried to build up the courage to just let it all out right then and there, she found her heart racing and scenarios of her getting caught played out in her mind.
Natsuki was fighting a battle on two fronts. Her willpower to mess herself and her bodily urges. She was growing more desperate to poop and she tried to use that to power through and just let it out, but she couldn’t get past the mental block, and her body held fast. She clenched up even as the pressure mounted, and she let out another fart.
Natsuki bit her lip and looked at the time. They were nearly at the next stop. Defeated, she decided to give up and go to the restroom properly as soon as they reached the stop. It wasn’t the less busy station she had planned to get off on, but that wouldn’t matter, since she wasn’t going to mess herself in public anymore.
Natsuki felt her stomach churn and grumble in protest as the pressure sent another cramping wave through her body. She really had to poop. She clenched up and resolved to make it to the next station, but she was starting to get worried she wouldn’t. If Natsuki wasn’t absolutely desperate by this point, she’d find it funny that she came onto the train with the full intention of messing herself, and now she was desperately holding it to try not to.
By the time they got to the next station, Natsuki was relieved. She stood up carefully and made her way for the doors, but then stopped. She had resolved to do this, and if she couldn’t get past this mental barrier, than she would definitely lose the contest with Sayori.
I should just go here. I’m already about to mess myself. I just have to do it!
Finding her newfound resolve, Natsuki returned to her seat, and felt her stomach rumble. She prepared to relax her muscles and let it all out, when suddenly a crowd of people piled onto the train car she was on. She let out a loud, smelly fart and blushed as she tried not to make eye-contact with any of them, and as soon as they got on, the train cars closed.
Oh no! I didn’t expect this train to be so busy!
Natsuki was now trapped on a train car crowded with people, and she was on the verge of totally shitting herself. She clenched as hard as she could and rubbed her stomach as she watched the crowd of people horrified. They were a big enough crowd and close enough to Natsuki that if she lost control now, voluntary or not, they’d definitely notice. She bit her lip as she felt the painful pressure squeeze and press, and she shuffled in her seat frantically.
This is bad! If I do it now, they’ll definitely notice, but I really can’t hold it!
Natsuki checked her phone. She knew from the station near her house to her destination was a 30 minute ride, and this station was just about halfway between them. That still meant that she’d somehow have to hold it for fifteen more minutes.
She tried to take her mind off her intense need to poop by browsing through manga on her phone, but her vision was blurry and her mind was clouded by her desperation. Natsuki sat stiffly as her face paled, sweat rolling down her forehead as she tried desperately to fight back against the mounting pressure. She could feel her poop pushing out against her asshole with each cramp of her stomach, and she gripped at her abdomen with her hand painfully as she clenched as hard as she could. As she did so, she let out another fart, a silent one that stank like hell, and blushed, hoping none of the other passengers connected it to her.
Natsuki found herself panting and straining as she tried desperately to hold on. She kept checking her phone frantically, as though watching the minutes tick by would somehow make the train go any faster. She was clenching her butt so hard she could feel it starting to sweat as she desperately held in all the poop inside of her.
I can’t hold it, I’m definitely going to shit myself!
As the minutes ticked by, Natsuki got more and more worried that she’d lose control right then and there. Once again, she would’ve found it ironic that she was desperately trying to prevent the very thing she had gotten on the train to do, but she couldn’t even focus on that. All she could think about was how full her bowels were, and how much she needed to poop.
After what seemed like an eternity, Natsuki looked up and saw the other station come into view. Her stomach gurgled once more as though trying to make her trip at the finish line, but she clenched and held fast, and she managed to hold it despite the pain and cramping she was experiencing.
The train pulled into the station and the doors opened, and Natsuki very carefully got up. She more hobbled than walked over to the doors and took a few steps out onto the platform before she felt another fart escape her. She could tell she was out of time. She barely got out of sight of the train car and the many people on it, and looked around the platform. There were people waiting, but not many, and as she predicted, it wasn’t very busy that day.
Not having the strength to hold it anymore, and not wanting to even if she did, Natsuki felt herself unclench and relax, and suddenly she filled her panties with poop. She lost control suddenly, letting out a fart and then feeling all the shit she had tried to contain force it’s way out with almost blissful relief. She buckled her knees and hunched over to make herself seem small and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her, but it seemed like no one had yet. Natsuki continued filling her panties as she felt them sag. She felt some small turds fall out from between her legs and she blushed, feeling incredibly embarrassed and self-conscious.
As soon as Natsuki was done, she quickly grabbed her phone and snapped a discreet, awkward photo of her accident and then rushed off to the nearest restrooms. She snapped another, clearer photo of herself once she was in the stall before turning her attention to the mess. She emptied the lump of shit in her panties into the toilet and grabbed her bag to clean herself up. Natsuki had brought plenty of wipes, a change of clothes, and a large, sealable airtight bag for her dirty clothes. She quickly changed out of her dirty clothes and wiped herself down thoroughly with the toilet wipes. She made sure she was fully clean before changing into a fresh pink skirt and clean panties before sitting down on the toilet again and reflecting on what she just did.
I can’t believe I actually shit myself in public.
Natsuki’s heart was racing, and her face was burning with embarrassment. At the same time, though, it was almost exhilarating, and the fact that she was pretty sure she had gotten away with it too made her feel a sense of excitement. Still, she was mortified about how close she had been to shitting herself in front of all those people. She couldn’t imagine committing and actually messing herself on the train.
Natsuki wasn’t sure how long she sat there before a sudden knocking snapped her out of it. Someone on the other side of the door was dancing from foot to foot and knocking on the stall doors frantically. Natsuki quickly flushed the toilet and stood up, making sure all evidence of her mess was down the drain or sealed away deep within her bag before stepping out of the stall.
The woman who was in line waiting gasped and nearly lunged past her as soon as she opened the stall door. Natsuki turned around just in time to see an older woman in a casual dress slam the door urgently. Natsuki paused for a brief minute and heard the woman groan as loud farts and plops came from inside the stall. She briefly wondered what would’ve happened if she had waited a little longer to open the door? Would that woman have lost control and filled her panties right outside of the stall?
Natsuki shook her head from the thoughts and washed her hands before leaving. There wasn’t much she was interested in at the area where she had gotten off the train. She had mostly picked it as her destination due to it being a lesser-used stop, so there wasn’t much here. Not to mention she wasn’t too keen on hauling around a bag filled with her poop-stained clothes. She was fairly confident the bags she brought would hold in the smell reasonably well, but there was no sense in tempting fate by prolonging her trip. So, Natsuki quickly headed back onto the train platform and boarded the next train back, and returned home to discreetly clean up her clothes and reflect more on her accident.
That evening, after dinner, all of the residual embarrassment from her day’s escapades had vanished, and she was actually getting excited to show Sayori the photos. She messaged her eagerly.
“Hey Sayori, I got a few photos and a story for you!”
“Oh! Very nice! What is it?” Sayori responded quickly. She seemed excited too.
Natsuki relayed the story about what had happened to Sayori, leaving out some of the details about her hesitation and deciding not to go through with actually messing herself. She then sent the photos over, and Sayori responded by sending over a laughing face.
“What’s so funny?” Natsuki texted back, pouting.
“Oh, nothing. Just that I had the same idea,” Sayori admitted, “I got on a train because they weren’t as crowded today. I held it all night so I really had to go. I thought I was going to lose it a few times while walking to the station. However, I managed to clench really hard and make it to the platform, but by then I wasn’t even sure I’d make it onto the train, let alone hold it until the train started moving. To my relief, the train came and I boarded, and managed to take a seat. I still had to clench really hard. I was sure I was going to poop myself before we got moving. I accidentally let out a fart and the passengers around me noticed, but I don’t think they realized I needed to poop, I think they just thought I was gassy. Anyway, I managed to hold it until the train started moving, but 15 minutes into the train ride, I realized I wasn’t going to make it much longer. I tried to move to a more remote area of the train, but the train was more full than I wanted it to be, so I really couldn’t get away from everyone. I wound up tucking myself into a corner and totally filling my panties. I think most passengers just thought I farted, but I totally shit myself. They probably figured it out when the smell didn’t go away, though. I was so embarrassed!”
Sayori then sent a few photos to Natsuki. Much like Natsuki, the first was a photo taken right after her accident, this time it was on the train, and Natsuki could even see people in the background, crinkling their noses at the smell. Another was still on the train, and showed off a bit more of Sayori’s full panties. Natsuki was astonished Sayori had gotten away with taking one like that. The last two were clearly taken in a toilet stall, where Sayori could better show off her messy panties and the full scope of her mess. Natsuki could definitely believe Sayori had been holding it all night, the load she let loose was impressive, and Natsuki wasn’t sure how Sayori’s panties managed to contain it all without it plopping out beneath her onto the floor of the train car.
“Oh wow, I can’t believe we had the same idea,” Natsuki replied, trying to come across as casual.
Of course, her true feelings were anything but. She couldn’t believe Sayori had come up with the same idea as her. Not only that, but between the two of them, it was clear that Sayori had executed the plan better, and the fact that she did it so openly and might have even gotten caught definitely meant that any lead that Natsuki hoped to claw back had slipped further and further behind.
Natsuki puffed out her cheeks as she kept idly chatting with Sayori. She needed a bigger plan. Something bold. Something that not even Sayori would think of. As Natsuki wracked her brain, her eyes fell upon the manga she had been reading before dinner, and her eyes lit up.
“Well, anyway, I should probably head to bed, we do have school tomorrow, after all,” Sayori pointed out.
“Yeah, have a good night, Sayori!” Natsuki replied.
“Good night!”
As soon as the call ended, Natsuki lept from her bed and crouched down on the floor, digging around underneath it before finding a box she had hidden there. She opened it up and some neatly folded clothes and accessories sat within. She rolled the plan around in her mind for a few moments and blushed before pulling out a few of the accessories and nodding to herself.
It was bold, but if Natsuki could pull this off, it would definitely be more daring than anything Sayori had done so far.
***
It took Natsuki a few days to get ready, and in that time, Sayori hadn’t sent her any more stories or photos of messings for the contest. On the one hand, Natsuki was grateful. It gave her chance to prepare without falling further behind in the competition. On the other hand, Natsuki was worried. She didn’t know if Sayori was struggling for ideas, or if she was preparing for something big, and if it turned out to be the latter, then Natsuki was afraid whatever she came up with would more than match Natsuki’s own idea.
Now, she was sitting in her last class, eagerly waiting for the final bell to ring. She was already starting to feel a slight nagging from her bowels, and she was hoping the subsequent walk to the station and the train ride would go quickly, in case any sudden urges struck her. Natsuki’s heart raced as she stared up at the clock, and her mind kept darting to the supplies she had tucked away in her bag.
As soon as class was over, she grabbed her bag and practically bolted out of the classroom. On her way to the front entrance, however, she ran into Monika, who called out to her with a friendly, “Natsuki!”
Natsuki wanted to get going as soon as possible, especially since she could feel her urge to poop growing slowly as her stomach gurgled, but she stopped anyway.
“Hey Monika, what’s up?” Natsuki asked, somewhat hurried.
“I was just looking for you, club’s canceled today, since Yuri and Sayori couldn’t make it,” Monika beamed, “But I wanted to ask if you want to come with me to the mall to pick up some stuff, and I was thinking about getting Yuri a gift.”
“Oh, well, I’m actually-” Natsuki paused. She wanted to get moving on her plan, but something was weird about what Monika said, “Wait, a gift? But isn’t Yuri’s birthday in December?”
“O-oh, yeah, well,” Monika looked away, stammering awkwardly, “There was actually- uh, well, I guess I can talk to you later.”
“Y-yeah, sorry, I have something important to take care of,” Natsuki apologized.
“Oh, no worries!” Monika smiled, waving her hand dismissively, “I did kind of ask you last minute. We’ll catch up some other time!”
Monika was acting strange, and Natsuki’s curiosity was piqued, but she had been building up the nerve for her messing plan all day, and she couldn’t just pivot now. She’d have to talk to Monika about it later.
As soon as they said their goodbyes, Natsuki sprang back into action. She changed her shoes at the front of the school and quickly made her way down the street and over to the nearby train station. She felt her stomach, gauging how urgent her need to poop was, and gratefully she didn’t have to go that bad yet. She’d have plenty of time to make it to her destination. Natsuki swiped her train pass and made her way over to the train platform, where she boarded a crowded train. Natsuki would’ve preferred the luxury of sitting down, but she was heading into the Akihabara. There was no way the train wouldn’t be crowded.
As Natsuki stood there, shuffling slightly as she pushed her need to poop to the back of her mind, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. She reached into her bag and pulled out a manga to read on the train, and tried not to think about how embarrassing what she was about to do would be.
It’s for the competition, after all!
Natsuki felt one or two spikes of pressure from her bowels as her urge to poop grew, and she was forced to clench and shuffle around to avoid letting out an embarrassing fart in such a crowded train, but eventually she made it to her destination. She stepped off the train and looked around for the restrooms.
Of course, Natsuki wasn’t there to poop. To give up at this point would be such an anticlimax, and Natsuki had been building up her nerves for this all day. Instead, as soon as she was in the stall, she reached into her bag and pulled out some vibrant-colored clothes. She began changing, slipping off her school uniform and neatly folding it and placing it in her bag. She then began dressing herself in the outfit she had tucked away. It was a frilly red dress with black trim and long black thigh high socks. She then slipped on a wig of long blue hair and a pair of fake eyeglasses. It was a cosplay of a relatively popular character from the series that had gotten all of this mess started at the slumber party.
After she changed, Natsuki exited the stall and looked up into the mirror, fixing her wig and putting a medical mask over her face to hide her identity. The cosplay was pretty far removed from what she normally went for, both in terms of her normal style, as well as other cosplays she’s done in the past, but that was the point. Natsuki was almost unrecognizable.
With a newfound air of confidence and anonymity, Natsuki walked out of the restrooms and onto the bright, bustling streets of Akihabara. She could feel her outfit grabbing attention almost immediately, which brought a blush to her face, but the fact that no one would recognize her definitely made her feel better. She felt her bowels grumble as her urge to poop spiked, and Natsuki was forced to pause and clench. She didn’t know if anyone had noticed, but she blushed anyway and hurried along. Messing herself in cosplay in the busy streets of Akihabara was not part of the plan.
After a short walk, with Natsuki having to shrug off not only her growing urge to poop, but also the many eyes falling upon her from her cosplay, Natsuki made her way to her actual destination. It was a large manga shop filled with manga, anime, and figurines. She stepped in confidently and naturally everyone near the entrance who had seen her come in immediately turned to stare. It wasn’t impossible to spot the occasional cosplayer wandering around Akihabara, but usually they were advertising for something or trying to grab attention for an event. Natsuki was doing neither, and therefore grabbing a lot of attention.
Natsuki looked around. The manga shop was pretty busy, and while some areas were more remote than others, there wasn’t really a place she could tuck away and mess herself discreetly. If she went now, people would definitely notice. Still, Natsuki wasn’t trying to avoid getting caught. That was the reason for her cosplay. She could get caught, but not recognized, and she couldn’t think of anything risky than that.
Her heart pounded as she made her way over to the shelf and started browsing manga. She reached for a series that was quite purposeful. It was a rather crude and shameless series known for its toilet humor, and many of the characters got into situations like what Natsuki was in right now. Stuck in a bookstore needing to poop. Anyone reading the series would likely make the connection.
Speaking of needing to poop, her stomach was starting to get restless, and she could feel the pressure as she clenched. Her poop continuously tried to push its way out of her as she held it back, and she was shuffling slightly. There were plenty of seats, but Natsuki didn’t want to sit down. She wanted people to notice her restlessness.
As Natsuki felt the eyes of the other patrons on her, she felt her heart race in her chest. She couldn’t calm down. Underneath her mask, she was blushing constantly, and a nagging voice in the back of her mind was screaming at her that this was a bad idea. Still, another part of her was excited. Natsuki couldn’t remember the last time she felt so exhilarated.
Another sharp signal from her bowels, and Natsuki rubbed her stomach as she clenched her ass as hard as she could. A somewhat loud fart escaped and she instantly felt eyes land upon her. She blushed furiously, but tried not to let it show as she continued to read the manga. She wasn’t really paying attention, but the character in the manga also had to go. Stuck somewhere she couldn’t use the bathroom after eating a comically large lunch. Watching the character’s struggles only further reminded Natsuki of her growing desperation, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.
As Natsuki squirmed and shuffled around, she could see out of the corner of her eyes others were starting to notice, and some were gossiping about her. She wondered if any of them would come up to her and ask if she was okay, or if any of the staff would come to discreetly point her to the very clearly marked restrooms towards the back of the store.
Another strong push from her bowels, and Natsuki let out another loud fart as she struggled to hold it in. She clenched and squeezed, but she could feel the mass of poop pressing out against her hole, begging to escape. If she loosened her muscles for a second, she was sure she would fill her panties.
In the manga, the character who was also in desperate need of the toilet wound up getting freed at the last minute, and practically barreled over her friends just to make it. Natsuki let out a sigh. That was her problem with manga like these. They weren’t ever able to go too far, and never really committed to any wettings or messings. She supposed most people didn’t really want to see a character poop themselves, so she understood, but now that she had awakened to this interest, it bothered her.
Natsuki shuffled over to the shelf and put the manga back, feeling more and more eyes on her as she was less and less able to mask her desperation. Trying to find another volume she knew had more toilet humor in it, she suddenly felt her stomach cramp up. She doubled over, trying to clench and hold it, but she really had to poop at this point. She felt her poop start to push out of her, and even as she desperately fought, she knew that she was at her limits.
It happened quickly. She doubled over and relaxed, and suddenly all the shit she had been holding back pushed its way out of her quickly and forcefully. She was immediately hit by the strong smell as the poop she had been holding back finally exited her, and she let out a relieved sigh. She could feel it coming out as one long log, forcing out and filling her panties. They sagged immediately and she was worried some would fall out and land on the ground. As fine as she was with messing herself like this, the last thing she wanted was to stink up the store or make a mess for the staff to have to clean up. Luckily, however, her poop was solid enough that it stayed contained in her panties, and she was able to fully mess herself.
She looked around, thinking people would notice. But her frilly dress covered up the bulge in her panties and while she was sure some knew, others were simply awkwardly glancing at her from time to time, like that had been before. Relieved that not everyone was now staring right at her, Natsuki carefully and discreetly snapped a few upskirt photos of the mess before hobbling to the bathroom, trying to walk as naturally as possible.
On her way there, a blushing, bashful girl with long black hair approached her, “H-hey, sorry, I uh… I just wanted to say, I really like your cosplay!”
Natsuki blushed intensely. She was standing there, with her panties filled with poop, and a girl was complimenting her, “I uh, thank you!”
She brushed past the girl quickly and continued towards the bathroom, and she noticed the girl make a face like she had finally smelled the stench emanating from Natsuki’s panties and did a double-take in her direction. Natsuki didn’t dare meet her gaze again as she shuffled into the toilet.
Just like before, Natsuki snapped a few more photos for Sayori before cleaning herself up. She changed out of her cosplay and separated the clothes that were clean from anything that had gotten messy from her accident before sitting down on the toilet. Now that she was back in her usual clothes and no longer desperate to poop, the reality of what Natsuki just did set in fully.
Oh my god, I can’t believe I shit myself in front of other people.
Embarrassment and shame washed over Natsuki as she sat there, stunned. Her mind practically went blank and she blushed furiously as her heart beat in her chest. Instead of waiting for when she got home, she pulled out her phone immediately. She needed to share this with Sayori.
“Hey, so,” Natsuki began. She explained exactly what happened, and sent Sayori the photos of her accident.
“Wow, I can’t believe you did something like that!” Sayori replied.
“I would’ve never done it if I wasn’t in cosplay. No one could recognize me. Still, I’m absolutely mortified.” Natsuki admitted.
“I think you did a really good job! I haven’t really come up with anything. I was thinking about messing myself in that cafe we went to the other day, but it was really crowded so I got nervous and backed out.”
Natsuki felt better. Not only had she one-upped Sayori, but Sayori admitted that even she had her limits, and she wouldn’t go too far either. It made Natsuki feel more comfortable.
“Don’t worry,” Sayori continued, “I don’t think anyone recognized you. And that you did something so risky. I think maybe you might have me beat on this one.”
Natsuki smiled at seeing Sayori admit that she won, but something didn’t feel right. Sayori had still messed way more than her over the course of the competition, and while Natsuki agreed that what she just did was bold, bordering on insane, she didn’t really feel like she earned her victory yet.
“Nah, I don’t want to win this easy,” Natsuki replied.
“Easy? Natsuki, you totally outdid me on this one!”
“Yeah, but you outdid me on the train, and you weren’t even in a disguise for that one.”
“Alright, fine, how about one last round!” Sayori replied, “We each get one more messing, and whichever one is more daring wins?”
“I’m fine with that one!” Natsuki nodded.
As soon as they agreed on that, they said their goodbyes for the time being and Natsuki left the stall. She was reasonably sure that no one would recognize her as the girl in the cosplay from earlier, but the possibility was there, so she skirted around the shelves and left the bookstore as discreetly as possible. By the time she was on the train home, she had forgotten all of her residual embarrassment from her most recent messing, and was already brainstorming for the final round.
***
Despite her determination, Natsuki had entirely exhausted all of her ideas for the final round. As much as she wracked her brain, she simply couldn’t come up with anything that came close to messing herself in a crowded bookstore in cosplay.
Well, I suppose there’s shitting myself in a crowded bookstore NOT in cosplay, but I’ll never do that in a million years.
It was Friday afternoon, and Natsuki found herself in her last class, trying to come up with anything. She also could feel her bowels nagging at her again. Over the last few days, Natsuki had taken to holding it until the last minute in case something came up. This meant that she was getting used to ignoring the feeling of having full bowels and the need to poop lingering at the back of her mind.
She pushed back her growing urge and continued to zone out, staring up at the clock from time to time as the teacher droned on in the background. Perhaps she should wait for the weekend, which would open up her options a lot more. She was trying to think of stuff that neither her nor Sayori had done yet. For her, that ruled out the theater, the train, and the cafe. Even though Sayori never actually messed herself at the cafe, Natsuki wouldn’t feel right just taking the idea and doing it after Sayori already told her.
Natsuki felt her stomach gurgle as she felt the pressure building, and she rubbed her abdomen as she looked back up at the clock. She wasn’t desperate yet, but if she was just going to wait for the weekend anyway, she figured she might as well go after class.
Then again, they had club after class, and Natsuki began wondering if doing something at the club would work.
By the time the bell rang, Natsuki resolved to at least hold it through the club meeting. She wasn’t struggling yet, and she could always excuse herself later if she decided not to mess herself there. On the other hand, if anything came up at the club, she’d be prepared. She’d even be doing it right in front of Sayori.
As she stood up, she felt the pressure in her stomach build further and she was forced to stop and clench herself. She brushed off the urge and grabbed her bag before heading straight to the clubroom, passing by the restrooms on her way.
“Oh, hey, Natsuki!” a cheery voice called. Natsuki looked up and saw Monika sitting at the front of the room.
“Hey Monika!” Natsuki smiled, waving. She immediately turned to look around the room for the others, but surprisingly, neither Yuri nor Sayori were there yet.
“Oh, the others aren’t going to make it today. Yuri’s out sick and Sayori’s at a budget meeting with the student council,” Monika answered, noticing Natsuki looking around, “I was gonna cancel club again today, but I had a few things I needed to finish up here first.”
“Ah, sorry to hear that,” Natsuki replied before pausing, “Wait, isn’t the president supposed to go to the budget meeting?”
“Well, it can be either the president or the vice president,” Monika began, “And for some reason, Sayori really wanted to go.”
“Huh,” Natsuki shrugged, “Well, I guess that means it’s just the two of us, then.”
“Seems so,” Monika smiled, “I have some papers I need to get ready for the autumn festival coming up next week, so I don’t really have much else planned for club today.”
“That’s okay, I can help, if you want,” Natsuki offered.
“I appreciate the offer, but it’s really more of a one-person job here,” Monika explained, “Oh, but feel free to stick around. We can chat.”
Natsuki recalled the other day when Monika had invited her to go shopping, and she had to turn her down. Not only did Natsuki feel bad about turning it, but Monika had been acting odd, and Natsuki never got to talk to her about it afterwards or get to the bottom of it.
“So, Yuri’s out sick, huh?” Natsuki asked.
“Yeah, that’s why she’s been quiet, or at least, quieter than usual,” Monika nodded, “Don’t worry, though! It’s just a cold. Today’s the first day she’s had to stay home because of it.”
“Well, I hope she gets well soon,” Natsuki replied, “Actually, is that why you wanted to get her something? A get-well-soon present?”
“No, it wa-” Monika immediately paused and backpedaled, “Y-yeah, actually. I figured, we’re… friends, so I’d get her something nice.”
Natsuki narrowed her eyes again. She wasn’t buying it, especially if today was the first day Yuri was actually sick enough to miss school. Monika was definitely acting weird, and hiding something when it came to Yuri. She gave Monika a scrutinizing gaze, noticing her shuffling around uncomfortably.
Actually, Natsuki noticed that Monika was shuffling around a lot more than if she was just feeling a little awkward. Perhaps it was because Natsuki had to poop herself, but she noticed Monika shuffling her legs idly as she focused on whatever project she was doing for the festival. Suddenly, an idea hatched in Natsuki’s mind. If Monika did have to go, whether she had to pee or poop, if Natsuki could get them both to have an accident, then that was surely way more daring than anything else she could come up with that didn’t involve shitting herself in front of strangers again.
However, Natsuki would first have to determine if Monika had to go.
“Hey, Monika,” Natsuki began, “I’d hate to bother you while you’re busy, but I wanted to grab a manga from the back room, and I need help reaching it.”
“Oh, it’s fine,” Monika smiled, standing up. As soon as she did so, she paused to shuffle in place, and Natsuki’s suspicions were all but confirmed, “I’m sorry for having you keep it on the top shelf. The teacher kept nagging me about it…”
“It’s cool, I get it,” Natsuki nodded, “As long as you’re willing to help!”
Monika smiled, though it looked a tad forced, and she stiffly made her way over to the back room. Natsuki followed suit, feeling her own bowels remind her that she was full too. She was really starting to feel the pressure building up inside of her.
Monika reached up on her tippy toes and looked across Natsuki’s manga collection, “So, which ones did you want down?”
“Hmm…”
Natsuki trailed off as she watched Monika shuffling uncomfortably in her stretched out position. She took her time as Monika struggled, bouncing up and down on her feet as she was clearly squeezing her thighs together and clenching.
“That one, on the far left,” Natsuki finally announced.
“Sure thing!” Monika said, breathing a small sigh of relief.
She stretched over to grab the manga Natsuki asked for, but then paused and made a pained noise as she rubbed her stomach. Suddenly a short, loud fart escaped her and she blushed furiously. She grabbed the manga and turned around stiffly, at first looking awkward about it, but then trying to laugh it off.
“Haha, sorry about that!”
“It’s okay, it happens,” Natsuki smirked, somewhat teasingly. Monika groaned as the two made their way out of the back room and back into the classroom proper. Monika was definitely walking way more stiffly at this point. Natsuki herself was more shuffling than walking back to the desk, but she was behind Monika, so she didn’t think she noticed yet.
It was the perfect time for Natsuki to jump on her chance.
“Say, Monika, are you okay?” Natsuki asked, “You seem a bit stiff?”
“Huh? Oh,” Monika laughed, “I’m fine! Don’t worry about me.”
“You’re acting odd,” Natsuki pointed out, “I know something’s up.”
“A-alright, fine,” Monika sighed, defeated, “I actually kind of have to go to the bathroom, but I really wanted to finish these papers first.”
“Oh, so that’s what that fart was,” Natsuki teased.
“W-well,” Monika blushed, “Y-yes. I guess that’s part of it. I also really need to pee, but like I said, I can hold it until I’m finished.”
Natsuki narrowed her eyes. Why would Monika insist on holding it just to finish the papers for the club? She was fine taking her time out to help her grab manga off the top shelf, so clearly it wasn’t a matter of not having time. Moreover, the whole excuse that Monika had to work on papers in the first place seemed a bit odd, considering that any paperwork for allocating funds for the autumn festival would’ve been due at the meeting Sayori was currently attending, and it wasn’t like they couldn’t all work on the flyers for the event next week.
Actually, come to think of it, the other day at the park, Monika and Yuri had been acting very strangely. If Natsuki looked at it through the lens of something like what she and Sayori were doing, having a contest or just messing around with holding it, things made a lot more sense.
Is it possible that Monika is also into this kind of thing?
Jumping on that assumption, Natsuki immediately tried to tease out an answer.
“Oh, but wouldn’t you be able to focus more if you just went?” Natsuki asked. She was suddenly hit by a wave of pressure from her abdomen, as if her own stomach was calling her out on her hypocrisy, but she simply clenched hard and tried not to look too stiff as she waited for Monika’s response.
“W-well, I mean, I do well under pressure,” Monika replied.
“I think that’s a different kind of pressure,” Natsuki teased, “Unless you mean you’re better at focusing when you have to go to the bathroom?”
“No, that’s not-” Monika paused to shift around, shuffling her legs as she gathered her thoughts, “Well, that’s not to say that I think I focus better when I have to go.”
“Oh, then why would you hold it?” Natsuki asked, “Unless you like that sort of thing?”
“I mean, no one likes having to go to the bathroom, right?” Monika replied, “Unless that’s why you’ve been holding it too.”
Natsuki was caught off guard, she felt her stomach cramp a little and blushed as she squeezed her thighs together.
“Oh, don’t think I didn’t notice,” Monika smiled, “I’m quite interested in these sorts of things.”
“Aha, so you are interested in them!” Natsuki pointed out.
“Well, you are too, right?” Monika asked, “I mean, in the first place, this all started with that manga of yours.”
“W-well, I never meant it to turn out like that,” Natsuki replied, “Besides, I wasn’t the only one who had an interest in this before the sleepover!”
“Oh, so that’s what you two have been up to?” Monika smiled, “I was wondering why you two haven’t been coming to club as much this week.”
“You say that like you and Yuri haven’t also been up to something!” Natsuki pointed out.
Monika blushed, “Y-yeah, well, we’ve definitely been up to a whole lot, recently.”
Before Monika could say anything else, however, she wound up letting out a gasp and doubling over. Perhaps seeing Monika desperate triggered Natsuki’s own body, because she now felt her full bowels trying to push their contents out, and she was forced to clench hard to keep the pressure contained.
“Is that why you’re holding it now?” Natsuki asked.
“Well, kind of,” Monika replied, still rubbing her abdomen and squirming around in her seat, “Actually, I was just planning on wetting myself and sending Yuri a photo to cheer her up, but then I realized I had to poop, and I kind of decided to hold both for myself.”
“Ah,” Natsuki nodded.
“What about you, why are you holding it?”
“Well, basically the same thing, I’m gonna shit myself and send Sayori a photo later,” Natsuki replied. There was no reason Monika needed to know about the contest, or that she was now unwittingly a part of it.
“Man, the way you said that…” Monika blushed.
“What’s with that reaction?” Natsuki asked.
“O-oh, nothing, sorry!” Monika backpedaled.
The two sat there in awkward silence before Natsuki felt a sharp pressure build up in her backside. She was really full and she could feel all her poop right at her anus, bulging as it tried to escape. She was definitely coming up at her limits. However, it also looked like Monika was at her limits too. She could barely sit still, with a hand jammed between her legs as she squirmed and riggled around in her chair.
Natsuki knew now was the time. They were both at their limits, and Natsuki knew the one thing that would push them both beyond the point of no return.
“Well, I’m glad you opened up to me about this,” Natsuki smiled, “It’s nice to know I’m not alone in my interests.”
As she spoke, she stood up and hobbled over to Monika, having to press a hand against her ass just to keep herself contained that much longer. Monika seemed caught off-guard by their sudden proximity, and before she knew it, Natsuki was hugging her from behind. Tightly. Too tightly.
“Natsuki, stop, if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll… ah!”
A spurt of pee shot out from between Monika’s legs and onto the floor, and the last of her strength gave out. Natsuki heard the combined sound of hissing and a soft almost crunching sound as Monika’s body finally let go of all she was holding back. Her panties quickly filled with poop as she pissed uncontrollably onto the floor. She must’ve been holding her pee in for quite a while, because her stream sprayed right through her panties and onto the floor in a waterfall.
As Natsuki watched, she also lost control, her poop pushing its way out of her forcefully and almost explosively. It wasn’t messy, but she could feel it all coming out at once, her bowels forcing all her poop out of her in one giant mass. Despite her feeling like there was a lot, however, when she was finished it wasn’t actually all that much, staying neatly contained in her panties. She might’ve even been disappointed in herself, if it wasn’t for Monika standing next to her, also having an accident.
Monika finished shitting herself and continued pissing until there was a sizable puddle on the floor of the classroom. When she finally finished, she let out a relieved sigh and braced herself against the desk, panting as she recovered from the heavenly release after holding so much in.
Natsuki immediately took the opportunity to snap a few daring photos without Monika noticing.
Once Monika came back to her senses, she turned around to Natsuki, “Well, I guess we better get this cleaned up, huh?”
Natsuki nodded, not really caring about the mess. She was just excited to send the photos to Sayori later.
***
“Well, you definitely won,” Sayori admitted after seeing the photos.
Natsuki did a small fist pump as she laid on her bed, texting Sayori.
“I can’t believe you got Monika to mess herself too.”
“Well, she was already holding it,” Natsuki admitted.
“Still, that’s way better than anything I could come up with. I was going to mess during the budget meeting with the student council, but when I was there I realized what a dumb idea that was. Not to mention it could ruin the reputation of the literature club. I didn’t want to do that to Monika.”
Natsuki found that amusing, considering she was pretty sure after her earlier conversation that everyone in the literature club had a weird fascination with holding it, but she understood Sayori’s sentiments.
“Oh, by the way, my parents are going to be leaving tonight for a short trip and they’re going to be out of the house for the weekend, in case you want to come over,” Sayori offered.
Natsuki jumped on the chance, “Sure thing! I’ll be right over.”
Not thirty minutes later, and Natsuki was fully packed up for a sleepover at Sayori’s, and already halfway down the street. By the time she got there, she saw Sayori’s parents on their way out. Her mother smiled at her politely.
“Hello Natsuki! Sayori told us you’d be coming over! The door’s unlocked, so head on in. Sayori’s up in her room!”
“Thank you!” Natsuki bowed politely to Sayori’s mother and father and rushed in. She closed the door behind her and called out, “Sayori, I’m here!” Before quickly heading up the stairs. She didn’t hear a response, so she figured Sayori was just busy with something or other in her room. She quickly made her way down the hall and gently opened the door.
“Hey Sayo-Oh my god!”
There, on her bed, was Sayori, legs spread with a finger rubbing against her clit. She had her cell phone in her other hand and was blushing furiously as she stared up at Natsuki like a deer caught in headlights. She quickly closed her legs and tried to make herself some semblance of presentable.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Sayori blushed furiously, “Those pictures from before just kind of… well… I… I got turned on, and I couldn’t help myself. I lost track of time.”
“W-wait, this is like, a sexual thing for you?” Natsuki asked.
“Wait, it wasn’t for you?” Sayori asked back.
Suddenly, a lot of what Monika had said to her earlier that day made a lot more sense. Actually a lot of Sayori’s actions also made a lot more sense. Natsuki had always had an odd interest in holding it, but she had never personally considered it a sexual thing. Then again, she thought back to the thrill she got messing herself throughout the contest, and how much her heart was racing the more she did it.
“No, I mean, it wasn’t, I mean…” Natsuki’s head spun with the sudden realization that this was a fetish, and that she had no idea if she was into it or not. Moreover, Sayori was literally getting off to photos of her. What did that make them now? Suddenly Natsuki also thought back to what Monika had said about her and Yuri. If this was a sexual thing for them, did that mean they were…?
Natsuki sat down, feeling all the color drain from her face.
“Oh my,” Sayori frowned, “M-maybe we need to talk…”
The End |
A boy invited a girl from his class to the cinema.
He has a special lust for girls who are desperate to pee.
When ever he did get a chance he organized situations where he could on purpose make hold and wait to make them desperate.
Before they went to the cinema, they had a fast dinner at McDonalds.
A large drink before a cinema visit is good for to fill a girls bladder and to make her hold her full bladder for minimum 2 till 3 hours.
As they were ready with their meal, the boy urged the girl to drink faster, because they had to hurry for the cinema.
It was part of his strategy to give the girl not enough time to use the toilet, but that girl did not let him make her wait, she simply told him that she make a fast visit at the toilet before they leave.
He was a little disappointed about it, but there was no way for him to deny her to go.
Not even one minute later she was back and said that there would be a long line and that she would go at the cinema.
The was glad about that new situation and thought about a way to prevent her to go before the film was starting.
He did drive a extra long way and he did drive extra slowly.
It was just a few minutes to walke from the parking lot to the cinema.
As soon as they arrived wanted the girl to the toilet, but the boy said „is that really necessary? The film is already running ! Can’t you wait until after the film?“
The girl was already needing to wee really bad, but what a big girl would admit to a boy that she can’t hold her wee for 2 hours longer.
Before she could answer the boy put his arm around her hips and went with her in the room.
She did not really have a chance to escape to the toilet.
On the way inside was time enough for him to buy 2 large coke.
They would have been a good investment for to make a girl with a full bladder desperate.
As soon as they were sitting the girl said „the toilet would have been very well necessary, but i will be able to hold it that long.“
“I think you will not wee in your panties!?“ teased the boy and smiled.
She was one of the girls who did not think about that all what she put in at the top MUST come out below.
Although her bladder was very full she emptied the large coke very fast.
Sometimes later she was moaning and whining from needing to wee so bad.
Again and again she said “I need so urgently to the loo! It hurts so much.”
The boy had his hand on her bare thigh and could feel how she sometimes tense her muscles with all her power, to hold her wee inside.
”I can’t stand it anymore, it is so painful to hold it back for so long.” whispered the girl in the boys ear.
”Just 20 more minutes, that is not really long, you can endure that easily.” answered the boy and did try to calm her down.
He could not think at any other than on on the girls full bladder and how hard she would squeeze her slit tight to hold all the wee inside her.
She did not know that the exit is leading straight to the street and that she would not come back to the room with the toilets.
The poor girl did not know that her bladder torture would not end with the end of the film.
After 20 minutes of heavy suffering, they did leave the cinema.
The girl was getting totally in panic as she noticed that she was on the street and that there was no toilet around.
”I need a loo!!! I want to piss finally!” said the girl loud and energetic.
”Sorry but there are not any toilets. I’m maximum one hour you will be at home, i think that you’ll be able to hold it for so long.” answered the boy and had a boner in his pants.
”Do you think that i can hold back my wee at will? For so long it ever will take, no matter how long?
It seems like you want to test my pee holding endurance .
You can’t know that, i have been very busy all afternoon and had no time for to go to the toilet.
I was needing to wee long before you picked me up, but i wanted not let you wait so i did not go before i leaved , i did put it off until at McDonalds, but there i still did not go, because we were late.
I did put it off again and wanted to go at the cinema, but there you told me to wait until the end of the film and now you tell me that i should hold it for one hour longer.
I can’t no more!! I HAVE to pee now!! Can’t you understand that?” she said.
He did not bring her back to the cinema, they went slowly to his car.
The street was quiet and there were no people around as she suddenly said “sorry but i can’t no more, i am near to doing it in my panties.”
She went between the parking cars, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down and at the same moment as she wanted to squat came a boy from their school around the corner.
As fast as she could she pulled her panties back up and did let her skirt falling down to her knees.
The boy did know very well what she wanted to do between the cars.
They did talk for some minutes, the girl could no more other, she was standing with her legs tight crossed.
Everybody who saws her did know that this girl was bursting to pee.
The guy went with them in the same direction to the boys car.
The girl did get in with her hurting overfilled bladder and a painful urge.
“Bring her home before she wets her panties.“ said the guy and smiled.
“Oh my God, that is so painful to hold it back for so long, all my belly hurts from needing to wee so bad.“she said.
She pushed her skirt between her thighs. Her thighs were nude until the top and sometimes the boy could see how she pressed and pushed the fabric of her little panties deep in her slit.
She was frantic from needing to wee, she was in ecstasy, she was begging to stop somewhere, but the boy did not.
He said „it must have been very hard for you to stop weeing as the guy came!?“
“I did not have to stop, i did not wee even one single drop. I am still holding all inside.“ she answered.
The boy could not get enough from seeing her fight so hard against her inhuman piss urge and he could not get enough to see her bladder bulging out.
“Your bladder has become very big.“ he said and did feel it with his hand.
It was bulging out so much and it was hard as a rock.
The boy did nearly cum in his pants from horniness.
As soon as they stopped opened the girl the and squatted beside the car.
She pissed with high pressure for extreme long. She was pissing a hole in the ground with her ultra strong pee jet.
“Sorry she said, „i could not hold it even one minute longer, i could not wait until at home, my bladder was full to explode. „
The boy did love to watch her, he was glad that she was no more able to bring her mega bladder home, he did never see a to piss so powerful and so long.
As she was ready and empty, he did get out of car and kissed her.
He pressed his hard cock against her belly and between her thighs.
He could not get his eyes from the large lake beside the car, he could not imagine that the girl was holding so much hot wee in her bladder, how could she do that.
They were both so absolutely horny that the girl did take him to her room for a really good sex.
For the boy was it the most exciting and most arousing date of his life and for the girl was it the most painful date , her poor bladder was never before get so much tortured. |
Oh boy. I haven’t posted much on here in a longggg time. But with some renewed interest, I want to get back into this story. I remember some interesting ideas I had from when I was actively writing it, and with some encouragement from a member of this site (you know who you are 😛 I decided to give it another go.
But reading through it, I realized my writing style has changed a bit, as well as I found some parts I really just want to redo.
So without further explanation, I present the re-writing and continuation of this story 🙂
Chapter 1 - Some Backstory
Part 1
It all started by accident.
Well… To clarify: It all started with an accident. The first accident I had as an adult.
Notice I said “first” and not “only”? 😛
The accident in question happened a few years ago. Back when I was pretty antisocial, really. Largely by choice as well, as the general population did nothing to interest me.
Innocently enough, I was running late for class one beautifully warm Spring day of Freshman year. So unusually warm, in fact, I had downed three refilled bottles of water, and was working on my fourth since I had last visited the restroom at my dorm before breakfast.
With lunchtime nearing, I turned the last corner to the lecture hall a little too quickly and felt the effects of the first two waters slosh around my bladder. I quietly took a seat near the back of the hall, noticing the third water starting to make its way through me just as the lecturer started speaking.
In college, nobody asks to go to the bathroom. There is no hand raising. There are no “can” vs. “may” discussions. Everybody there is at least 18 years old - all adults. And ultimately, there are no mid-lecture bathroom breaks.
Sure. Anyone can go at anytime. It’s not that bathroom trips are forbidden or anything. Actually quite the opposite - everyone is free to go whenever.
What isn’t free, however, is the lecture. At several thousand dollars per course, there isn’t much value in missing time. I’m sure there’s a dollar per minute calculation, but the long and the short of it is that it’s actually too expensive to take lecture time to pee.
Accordingly, you either go beforehand, or hold it. Being as class had already started, the choice was pretty well made for me. So hold it I did….
For about 15 minutes.
That’s how long it took my bladder to go from noticeable, to uncomfortable.
The lecturer continued on as my hand continued to copy down notes, as if on autopilot. My mind, on the other hand, had wondered far away. Specifically, out of this hall, down the corridor, around the corner, into the Ladies’ room, into an open and available stall, and onto a toilet - where my butt really needed to be right then.
But with 45 minutes left and an empty bank account as encouragement, I tried to settle my mind.
Instead, all I could think about was my discomfort.
I tried subtly shifting positions in my seat. I tried not so subtly shifting around. I bent my knee and tried sitting with my heel pressing into my groin.
I tried just about everything I could think of. Which all helped in their own way, briefly. But it wasn’t enough to make it through the next half hour.
With 15 minutes left, I was feeling full. My bladder bulged out into the waistband of my underwear and jeans, adding an increasing sense of pressure. More importantly, it felt heavy - gravity pulling down hard, adding to my concern about being able to hold it all.
By this point, the third water bottle had well and truly found it’s way into my bladder, with the fourth starting to make a guest appearance.
I had to do something or I really and truly risked peeing myself right there.
I looked down the row on both sides of my and was thankful to find I was alone in the back. I placed my hand (the one not still taking notes - seriously, how was my brain managing that, and how much of a goodie-two-shoes could I be???) on top of my thigh. I then crossed my legs with my hand now between my thighs. From there, I casually slid my hand all the way up until my fingers were at my groin, and proceeded to begin to push them up, into my crotch.
A) I can’t even describe how grateful I was for the feeling of immediate relief from the torrent pee I was holding.
B) I couldn’t believe I was holding myself in an effort to not pee myself. Even worse, I was holding myself IN PUBLIC! I was adult! In college! How was this happening?
No matter how much my conscious mind fought against the concept of allowing my fingers to push up between my legs to help me hold my bladder, my subconscious was thankful for the temporary relief.
Temporary relief is what helped me get through those last minutes of lecture. But I needed to find my way to permanent relief as the lecturer wound dawn “Thank you all for your time and attention today. If there are any questions, I’ll…”
I didn’t stick around for the rest of the lecturer’s sentence and I certainly didn’t stay for the likely dumb questions to follow that were probably already answered during the lecture for anyone paying attention. Not that I was, but I also wasn’t asking any questions.
My notepad and pen were in my backpack and I was standing, making my way out of the lecture hall before anyone could see my hand between my legs.
I wanted to keep it there. I so wanted to continue holding myself. It was the only way I knew I wouldn’t lose the battle against my bladder.
But as soon as I made it out of the lecture hall, into the main stream of students and staff moving about the hallway, I knew I had no choice. I had to reluctantly let go of myself - regardless of the consequences.
I was okay at first. I was squeezing every muscle I possibly could, walking quickly while moving my legs as little as possible (which was probably quite the sight for anyone passing by me). But I was okay as I made it to the end of the corridor.
Rounding the corner, I expected to head straight into the Ladies’ room, into an open and available stall, and plop my behind right onto an ever so inviting toilet. I needed it so bad I could almost feel the sweet relief my entire body craved right then.
Instead, I found myself stopped in my tracks, staring in horror at a “closed for cleaning. Sorry for any inconvenience” sign with a cleaning cart parked outside and the door to the Women’s room propped wide open.
I knew I had reached the destination where my relief would take place. My bladder knew I had promised it relief. My whole body, sweating from the effort of holding my bladder understood I had made it to the bathroom. I was successful.
My prize for reaching the bathroom though wasn’t the sweet feeling of my bladder releasing all this pressure into a much needed toilet.
No. Instead, I felt my bladder contract involuntarily.
I squeezed every muscle I could, as hard as I could. I held my breath and didn’t move.
But it didn’t matter.
I felt my pee being forced down by the relentless contraction of my bladder. I could actually feel as the liquid was squeezed down my urethra, straight toward my pee hole.
I didn’t even know what to do.
I was standing in the middle of the hall of the Sciences Building with countless people passing by and no access to the bathroom as I felt the muscles surrounding my urethra squeeze for a moment, wetting my light blue cotton panties.
It wasn’t much, fortunately. And unfortunately.
Fortunately, it wasn’t an actual stream. Well… it might have been a stream. It was hard to tell exactly what happened. But whatever it was, it was only a brief occurrence.
But it was enough to feel the wetness of my underwear against myself. It was enough to make me concerned it was visible in the crotch of my jeans for all to see. It was enough for me ,a grown, adult woman, to truly worry about not being able to make it to a toilet in time.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to feel any sense of relief whatsoever. If anything, it made my need even worse as I was now damp down there.
I closed my eyes for a second and took a semi-deep breath against the throb from my bladder.
I was a Science Major, and this was, at its core, a problem of anatomy and geography - volume of bladder capacity vs. physical location in proximity to an awaiting toilet. I should be able to think my way out of it - what were my options?
I could wait for the cleaner to finish - although even as I thought this, I would’ve chuckled if I wasn’t worried it would cause another leak. I couldn’t wait that long.
I could enter the incredibly tantalizing men’s room right next door to use a stall in there. It was a toilet, it wasn’t being cleaned, and it was painfully close. It was also, not a room meant for me nor my female parts, and so would draw entirely too much unwanted attention. I wasn’t particularly popular to begin with.
I… I…. I couldn’t just stand there and try to come up with a magical solution any longer. I had to get moving.
Back down the hall, around the corner, down another, out the front door of the building and…
Now what? I was outside amongst hundreds of other students, slightly bent over at my waist in a mostly futile effort to put the least amount of pressure on my quite literally overflowing bladder, with mildly damp underwear and no immediate access to a toilet. Not only did I have no immediate access, I didn’t even know where the next closest bathroom was.
Well, let me rephrase that. The next closest bathroom that I knew for sure where it was was in the library. I’d been in the ground floor and third floor bathrooms before. Hindsight makes everything so easy though. It’s also so much easier to think things through when you’re not actively concerned about wetting yourself.
Standing there, though, squeezing muscles I didn’t even know I could squeeze, left my thought process slow and incomplete as I contemplated my next move.
The Arts Building to my left? Had I ever even been in there? No, that wouldn’t work. I didn’t have it in me to wander a building hoping to stumble upon a bathroom.
The Humanities Building to my right? Same. I’d been in there for a class in the Fall, but couldn’t recall ever going to the bathroom in there.
“Ahh. Hmm.” I let out a slight… moan? Whimper? Doesn’t really matter. I couldn’t help myself make a pained noise as my bladder throbbed, threatening another contraction and reminding me to just make up my mind and get moving. Pick a plan and make it happen!
My heart sank as I realized I could only absolutely remember where one bathroom was - the one I used every day since starting college - the one I had just used this morning - the shared Women’s Room on my floor of our dorm building.
Typically speaking, the walk from where I currently was on campus to my dorm building would be about a 15 minute walk, up a fairly steep hill for about half the walk.
This was not a typical day though. I NEEDED this walk to be quick and easy. 15 minutes was NOT an option. I didn’t know if 5 more minutes was an option, honestly, but I had to try.
I set off at what I considered to be a brisk pace. Quick, short steps, trying to walk fast, but keep my thighs pressed together. It was awkward and difficult, but helped in some small way.
3 minutes of awkward, sort of speed walking later, I found myself passing the library (which contained the actual closest bathroom that I knew of) and at the start of the dreaded hill.
Immediately, I knew I was in trouble. Walking in the odd, closed-thigh way I had been so far didn’t work for going uphill. It didn’t allow me to take big enough steps to be worthwhile.
I was finally making real, actual progress towards relief, but my bladder had yet another new surprise for me.
I don’t know what to call what was happening. Was I… oozing? Ew, no. Dribbling…? Maybe. Leaking? I don’t think so.
Whatever you want to call it, I could feel my underwear slowly (but all too quickly at the same time) getting more and more wet with each step. I was wetting myself without actually peeing.
I held my ID up to the scanner of the door to my dorm building, my underwear feeling like I could wring them out after making the walk up the entire hill. The only thing left I could hope for was that nothing was visible on my pants.
Despite my doubts that I still had visibly dry pants, I pressed on, using up whatever waning willpower I had left to make my way to the third floor. The only floor in the entire building I was allowed to pee on.
To clarify: once upon a time, when the college first opened, my dorm building was a male-only building. They didn’t really believe in co-ed back in those days. Since then, we’ve come a long way as a society towards, ya know, accepting women as equal and all that good stuff.
Alas, the college hasn’t yet accepted fully our equality and the floors are separated by gender - the first 2 floors male, the third floor female.
Normally, I almost consider this a good thing. The second floor honestly smells so bad.
However, as I tapped my ID to the reader outside the only Women’s Room in the building - I cursed these facts.
Not only did I have to make it all the way to the third floor in the first place, but the bathroom wasn’t meant for its current (female) occupants.
Boys stand to pee. For better or worse, that’s a thing. Since the building was originally meant to be for boys only, there are certain… aspects of the building that were designed accordingly. Most notably given my predicament, the bathrooms.
The floors are 25 rooms each, with 2 occupants per room for a total of 50 humans. The bathrooms have 10 toilets each - sounds like relatively plenty, right?
WRONG!!
There’s 5 stalls and 5 urinals on opposing walls. Any guesses who can’t use 5 of those toilets? That’s right - the floor with 50 females. The floor I resided on.
There was always a line. It didn’t matter if you went at 2 PM or 9 AM or some random time after midnight - it was almost guaranteed to be a line.
And sure enough, as I hung a right from the sink section to the toilet section, I encountered said line with 3 people in front of me.
Ask any woman - she’ll tell you that waiting in line to pee is literally just a part of life.
HOWEVER! Waiting in line when you literally can’t wait any more was the problem. I saw my 3 peers ahead of me at the same time I felt the grip I had on my bladder control slip.
I didn’t care anymore and reached down to hold myself again. It helped in the slightest, but not nearly as much as earlier, in the lecture hall.
“Hi, excuse me,” I weakly started, addressing everyone in line ahead of me. “I’m so sorry, but I I have to go so badly. Can I skip ahead of you?”
The 2 directly in front of me started to move to allow me to go, seeing my absolutely embarrassing situation.
The problem came with the first person in line. She looked directly at me, seeing me holding myself, bent over, with maybe somewhat wet pants (I still hadn’t looked and honestly wasn’t sure I wanted to know just yet), and replied, “I’m sorry, but I really need to go too.”
My mind was reeling to catch up, but my bladder fully understood what was just said - and it wasn’t happy.
The control I had so desperately curated, that absolute effort I put into holding it this whole time… All slipped away from me.
I felt my muscles relax as my bladder gave a proper throb. Even though my underwear had been so wet already, I felt them get considerably warmer, even though I didn’t necessarily feel them getting any wetter.
I half hobbled, half ran, partially fell from the entryway to the toilets section of the shared bathroom, across the main / sinks section, and into the showers section all while furiously grabbing myself. All while my bladder forced itself to begin fully emptying.
I stumbled into the first open shower stall I could find and unbuttoned my jeans as fast as I could. I don’t even remember if I unzipped them, but it doesn’t matter - I yanked them down, leaned my back against the wall in a sort of modified wall sit, and finally, FINALLY relaxed, allowing myself to pee……….
Edited November 30, 2022 by Xx4evRockerxX
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It's been too long! But here is Part 3 to my series Golden College Days!
PART 1: HERE
PART 2: HERE
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.’
Edited November 30, 2022 by Harumaru
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Greeting, all! This piece was originally written for the 4th week of Omovember 2022. The prompt I chose was "Pay Toilet".
Between the corporate dystopia setting, and a recent commission I purchased from jankyJayyy (attached below), the recent Cyberpunk anime seemed like the perfect setting.
As always, comments, critiques, and feedback are welcome. Now, enjoy:
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Everything has a price in Night City. Depending on where you’re at in the social ladder, that can be a blessing or a curse. If you’ve got money, you can fulfill all your deepest desires. If you don’t, even the most basic necessities can be hard to come by.
When you’re an Edgerunner celebrating the completion of a big job, you could have one hell of a night.
Rebecca was doing just that.
It had been a night full of dancing, music, and a lot of drinking. The evening had worn into night. Bars were closing and even the busy streets of this corporate city were quieting down.
As much fun as they were having, the crew had to wrap it up for the night.
“Alright, I’ve got to meet someone about some new chrome tomorrow, so I’m going to try and get some rest.” Maine said, “David, make sure Becca doesn’t get arrested on her way home. We still need her for a job next week.”
“Hah hah.” Becca laughed sarcastically, “I can take care of myself. Besides, that last bar was lame! I’m not even drunk at this point!”
She finished the last of her drink and crushed the can before tossing it haphazardly into the street.
“No worries, Maine.” David responded, “I’ll keep a close eye on her.”
“Ooh, keep a close eye on me, huh?” Becca joked, leaning in close to David, “I bet you will.”
“Just watching out for a member of the crew.” David dismissed, starting to walk away.
“Geeze, you really know how to kill the fun!” Becca pouted before dashing after him.
They hadn’t walked more than two blocks before a sudden chill overtook Becca. Now that the party had died down and the adrenaline of a job well done was wearing off, she became very aware of many different sensations in her body.
She was tired, her legs hurt, and, most importantly, she desperately needed to pee.
She had been drinking and partying at clubs for hours without a single bathroom break. That was catching up to her fast.
Rebecca glanced around the desolate streets and spoke up.
“Hey, David? Can we stop somewhere? I’ve gotta take a leak.”
“Can’t you wait until you get home?”
Becca trembled and shoved a hand over her barely-clothed crotch.
“N-not really…”
They both looked around. Most of the businesses were closed. The few that were open had signs saying restrooms were for paying customers only. Neither of them had much money after the night they had.
“Doesn’t seem like there’s a lot of options.” David said plainly, “Do you just want to find an alleyway?”
“Not around here!” Becca shouted, “Places like this have cameras all over. Like hell am I going to wind up online, pissing out in the open for any old perv to watch!”
“Ok!” David said, recoiling in surprise from Rebecca’s outburst.
Becca danced on the spot, frantically shaking her hands at her side. “There’s got to be somewhere to go…” She strained.
David thought for a moment, “I think there’s a train station around the corner. There should be a bathroom there.”
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go already!” Becca shouted. She grabbed David’s arm and pulled him along as she sprinted down the street.
Just as predicted, they rounded the corner and found a train station a few blocks away. It was practically abandoned, save for a few transients sleeping in the open and a handful of stragglers heading home from work or bars.
Becca grit her teeth and marched in place as she frantically scanned the area, eyes wide with panic.
Over in the corner, she saw a set of individual stalls with bathroom signs on them.
“Jackpot!” She shouted. Becca rushed toward the stalls as quickly as her bursting bladder would allow.
She jogged up to the nearest door and turned the handle. It was locked.
She tried the next stall over. It was locked, too. And the next, and the next.
Rebecca was dumbstruck. How were all of the toilets occupied when this place was so empty?
She knocked loudly on the door. No response.
Becca gasped and bent forward, shoving a hand between her legs. A sudden wave overtook her, forcing a big spurt into her panties. It seemed some of her drinks from earlier were still filtering through her system and crashing into her bladder.
She was really glad she wore dark colors.
Her bladder had just fired a warning shot. Time was running out and her patience was running thin.
Rebecca forcefully pulled the handle with her free hand and repeatedly kicked the door.
“Come on, open up already!” She shouted, “I’m gonna piss myself out here!”
This got her the attention of the other people at the station. Still, there was no response from inside the bathroom.
“What? Did someone die in there?” She muttered.
Rebecca put an ear to the door and listened closely. She didn’t hear anything from the other side of the door. She did, however, hear something from the door itself.
There was a buzzer sound when she turned the handle, followed by a quiet, melodic beeping.
Becca looked down at the handle and saw a small box with a screen attached to the door.
(Photo credit: jankyJayyy)
Everything has a price in Night City. In some neighborhoods, that includes the bathrooms.
“To use, please deposit §3” was the message on the screen.
“What the fuck is this? Three eddies to take a piss?” Becca complained through clenched teeth.
She tried to start an electronic transfer. Unfortunately, her cut from tonight’s job hadn’t been sent yet. Her account was drained dry. Soon enough, that might be the only thing of hers that was dry.
Becca pulled the hand from between her thighs, twisting her legs together immediately after to make up for the lost pressure.
She desperately dug through her coat pockets, hoping to find some spare change she had forgotten about. She knew she had run out of cash a long time ago. She had relied on her crewmates and random flirtatious guys to buy her drinks for the last few bars. But she had to try to find something. What other options did she have?
While she didn’t have any money, Rebecca’s pockets weren’t empty. Digging around, she felt a familiar, cold, metallic object.
With a whimper, Becca pulled out her gun and aimed it at the lock. She gripped down on her groin with her free hand, bracing for the recoil to shake her bladder.
Right before she could pull the trigger, the gun was snatched out of her hand.
“What are you doing?” David shouted, holding the weapon out of the short girl’s reach.
Becca groaned.
“This damn thing needs money! I don’t have anything on me!”
“So you thought the next best choice was to shoot it?”
“It works for everything else!”
“Do you really want breaking a public toilet to be the crime that puts you away?”
Another wave assailed Rebecca’s dam. A small leak squeezed past her defenses. She could feel it on her palm.
She shoved her other hand between her legs, hoping to keep the flood at bay.
“Can you pay for me, then?” She begged, “I swear I’ll get you back!”
David’s face softened and he looked down.
“I’m still working to repay Maine. Tonight was everything I had to spare.”
“Then what am I supposed to do?” Becca whined, shifting from side to side. “I seriously can’t hold it any longer!”
Tears welled up in her eyes. Becca didn’t have a lot of shame, but wetting herself in public was a line even she didn’t want to cross.
David looked around, then crouched down and put a hand on Becca’s shoulder.
“Do you trust me?” He asked.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Becca shouted. Her brain was swimming right now, she couldn’t deal with vague questions like that.
“It means hold on tight.”
“Wha-”
Rebecca’s question was cut off as the world suddenly blurred around her. She was lifted off the ground. The wind rushed through her ears. The force of sudden acceleration pushed her body past its limits. A small stream was squeezed out of her. Her fluids began to overflow her panties and drip down her thighs.
Next thing she knew, Becca was being set down in some dark alleyway filled with trash. Her stomach and bladder both lurched.
She stumbled as she got back on her feet. Another strong spurt escaped before she could stem the flow.
It took a second to process what just happened. David had just used his military-grade cyberware to carry her to a private spot to pee.
“What the fuck?” She asked.
“I recognized this area.” David explained. “This corner isn’t monitored by anyone. Not a lot of people pass by at this hour. You should be safe here as long as you’re quick.”
“Wh-why do you know this?”
David blushed, “We can get into that later. Don’t you have something to take care of?”
David was right. Becca shook as she waddled over to a nearby wall.
She felt another gush of pee flow over her hands.
Becca practically leaped the remaining distance and ripped her panties down to her knees.
With one hand, she grabbed a nearby bin to stabilize herself. With her other, she reached down and spread her lips. She leaned back and thrust her hips forward.
No sooner did Becca get into position than a raging river violently exploded out of her. A sharp hissing filled the air, followed almost immediately by an echoing splatter.
An uncontrolled spray shot from Rebecca’s pussy and arced nearly a foot through the air, impacting the wall before pooling onto the street.
She felt a downpour of stray urine splashing over her legs. Becca carefully adjusted her position to minimize the collateral damage.
“Whew!” Rebecca gave a contented sigh as the tension drained out of her. All the stress of her frantic search began to flow away.
For a brief moment, the corporate dystopia around her faded. All that existed in the world was Becca and the absolute bliss of relief.
That illusion was quickly shattered by David’s voice.
“Standing up? I didn’t know you had that kind of equipment.” He muttered loud enough for Rebecca to overhear.
She turned her head slightly to see him in her peripheral vision. David was standing at the entrance to the alley, his back to her.
“Enjoying the show, ya gonk?” Becca teased. “Didn’t have you pegged for that kind of perv.”
David coughed, caught off guard.
“No, it’s not like that!” He shouted, defensively.
“Yeah, yeah, whate- Ooh!” Becca’s teasing was cut short by a new sensation.
A shiver welled up from her feet to her head. Her pale skin erupted with goosebumps. A new wave of pleasure welled up within her.
She had needed to make emergency pit stops before, but it had never felt like this. This was nearly orgasmic.
“Mmm.” Rebecca gave one more pleased hum. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, listening as the cacophony of her urination drowned out the ambient sounds of the city.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
Rebecca opened her eyes when the splattering began to quiet down. She pressed her hips further forward and forced her pee out as hard as she could, trying to avoid any accidental drips on her shoes.
The soaring pleasure scaled down in proportion with her golden waterfall. Gradually, it faded until it was nothing more than a persistent tingle in her nethers.
Finally, the alley went silent. Rebecca tried to force out any liquid that might be left over, but got no result. All that was left was the few drips still clinging to her damp lips.
She glanced around. There was nothing around her but trash, meaning nothing she could wipe with.
Becca shrugged. Her panties were already drenched, a few more drops wouldn’t hurt.
She leaned forward, struck by the empty feeling in her stomach. Becca’s panties fought to cling to her skin as she gradually slid them up. She shivered as they made contact with her sensitive privates.
She looked down at her legs to inspect the damage. Her inner thighs glistened in the neon lights of the city. There was a subtle sheen to her panties. Her hands were soaked. At least her shoes looked fine.
Becca looked up to inspect the target of her spray.
There was a large splatter mark around waist height on the wall. From there, it split off into several thick lines, cascading down to the ground where it settled into a puddle nearly two feet across.
Rebecca gave a satisfied chuckle. She alway said she would leave her mark on this city.
Becca joined David at the mouth of the alleyway.
“All better?” He asked.
“So much better.” Becca sighed, adding a contented stretch for emphasis.
“But,” She added, poking David on the forehead, “That was the dumbest use of a Sandevistan I’ve ever seen!”
“It solved the problem, didn’t it?” David responded, pushing Becca’s hand away.
Becca blushed as she saw David quizzically inspect his hand. She shoved her own hands into her pockets, self-conscious. She had forgotten to dry them off!
David shrugged and wiped his hand on his pants.
“Ready to get going, then?”
“Y-yeah…” Becca stammered, “I should probably get home. I definitely just broke the seal and I don’t want to do this again.”
They walked quietly for a few blocks. Becca nudged David with her shoulder.
“Thanks, ya gonk.” She said quietly.
“Don’t mention it.”
This genuine display of affection made Rebecca uncomfortable.
She chuckled slightly.
“Maybe I should look into one of those cyber bladder enhancements when I get home.” She joked.
“Eh, I heard those aren’t worth the price.”
“Well, neither is a public toilet, apparently.” |
Hey everyone! Sorry for the inactivity, once again got hammered with stuff at college with midterms and thanksgiving. I hope this makes up for that, I want to try and start this new story, but I’m not sure how far I want to take it. It may or may not sound like a broken record to some, but it’s written with bits and pieces inspired from other works along with my own personal storyline. Also, for any of you who wonder what state this would take place in, it’s intended to take place in Colorado off of the wake of the new psychedelic law in place. Enjoy!
The Wet Pants Misconducts:
Allison’s eyes intently focused on the clock, her legs intensely grinding against each other and the front of her left foot impatiently tapping on the ground. Her breaths were shallow and slow in an attempt to stay calm, but she was anything but. Every second felt like minutes and every minute felt like pure torture.
Allison’s school wasn’t the first high school to implement the new state law in place. With the new law allowing psychedelics use being in effect all of last year, overall drug use in schools shot up, with the number one place being the bathrooms where kids would be doing drugs. As a result, multiple bathroom closings occurred last year and this year on schools all across the state, leaving lawmakers clueless as to how to control this.
The resulting law that came out not only didn’t solve anything, it made it almost impossible for people like Allison to use the bathroom when they needed to. No kid could use the bathroom during class duration and bathroom usage was limited to two times per school day during either lunch or during the 5 minute passing period. Any kids found using any drugs in the bathroom, regardless of medical clearance, would be sanctioned to 3 hours detention and would have no toilet access rights granted to them for the entire week.
As a result, people like Allison had to plan very carefully when they’d go to the bathroom. There were many days where Allison would just barely make it to the bathroom at school or at home, and talking to her friends it seemed like the girls always seemed to struggle more with this issue. This was because guys didn’t have to worry about the rule concerning not being able to use the bathroom during class only because they had more bathrooms closed due to there being more male offenders than female offenders. Only girls had to worry about holding it during class, and Allison wondered when she would finally pop.
Well, today she missed her opportunity to go pee at lunch and only had one more chance to use the bathroom during this passing period. Her last class, English, would be across the school and she’d have to book it over there after using the bathroom, be it whether or not she would make it to the class on time, she just needed to get out of her geometry class the second the bell rang to dismiss her.
The clock hit 1:34, one minute before class was dismissed. People started to pack up their belongings around Allison, and the teacher noticed this. “Since you all seem to not understand how this class works, I’m holding all you back 3 minutes for a lack of respect of my time.” He smiled and went back to writing on the chalkboard.
Allison’s mouth was slack jawed. She’d devised this whole plan to make it to the bathroom, now she’d have to just focus on not being late to her last class. Her bladder screamed in agony at this thought, but her mind tried to reassure herself. She’d just have to hold it.
Walking to class was a major struggle for Allison. Although to everyone who was watching her, it was more like a hobbled skip than an actual speed walk. Her only objective at this moment was to get to her class. As she snuck through the door to her Geometry class, the bell indicated that she just barely made it in time.
As she made her way to her seat, Allison knew she was on her last leg. She had already leaked a couple times on her way to class, and she wouldn’t be able to make it another 50 minutes without relief, less she soak her yoga pants. Weighing her options, it seemed pretty bleak. She was at the end of her line for sure, so the only way she’d be able to avoid peeing herself was asking the teacher if she could go to the bathroom. It was daring for sure, no other girl had ever asked a teacher that all semester, but in such a dire situation Allison had no other options.
She raised her hand. Mrs. Parker seemed like she was trying to intentionally ignore her at first, but finally acknowledged her raised hand, “what is it, Allison?”
”Mrs. Parker, m-may I please go to the bathroom?” Allison felt her face heat up significantly as she somehow hoped for a miracle.
”No, you may not. I don’t get why you’d even ask that question. You know the rules and plus you had ample time to go during the passing period, so you’ll just have to wait.”
Allison felt tears welling up in her eyes, “b-b-but I’m about to pee my pants! Please just let me go to the bathroom! It’s really all about to come out-“
”Allison, it’s your own fault you couldn’t get to the bathroom, now stop arguing and pay attention.”
That was the final straw. With no other incentive to hold, Allison’s bladder involuntarily released its contents.
A loud hissing sound could be heard all around the room as hours of pent of pee flooded the wooden chair that Allison occupied. Once the chair could hold no more liquid, cascades of fluid flowed off both ends and spilled onto the floor. Allison’s emotions were mixed with pure relief and utter humiliation as she felt the laser stares of everyone pointed right at her. As a response, she buried her face on her desk with tears streaming down her eyes and her soft moans slowly escaping from her mouth.
After a minute Allison could feel her control start to come back and managed to stem her flow, only to hear the snickering from the students around her. As for Mrs. Parker, she didn’t seem as amused. “My god Allison, how old are you? We aren’t in kindergarten, are we? Come up here now.”
Allison sat up as more pee fell from the chair and onto the floor. As she made her way towards the front of the class, she heard the sounds of pictures being taken of her obviously wet ass. She saw Mrs. Parker writing down something on a piece of paper, but couldn’t really tell what the paper actually said. Mrs. Parker took a deep breath and turned towards her. “Take this along with your belongings and make your way towards the office. And try not to track your waste everywhere.”
Chuckles arose throughout the classroom as Allison went back to her desk to get her stuff. Once she exited the classroom, she looked at the paper slip she’d received. The words read pretty clearly, “WPM infraction, report to office immediately.” With that, Allison made her way to the office, trying everything she could to avoid people making eye contact with her wet bottom.
Thanks for reading! I want to get one more part in for this today along with continuing some other works when I can, so let’s hope I don’t get hammered with stuff again! 😄 |
The detention room was located all the way on the far end of the school. This area almost seemed foreign to Allison. She was never down here, and it seemed like she was just taking a ton of blind turns. I’d ask where the room is, but I don’t want anyone else to see or smell me.
Then she saw it: Room 300C: Detention. Immediately upon approaching the room extreme though, traces of putrid odor entered her nostrils and caused her eyes to water. Those must be from the potheads. When entering, there weren’t many people in the room. There were two guys with stained clothes and vegetable-like stares to them, along with a wide eyed girl who looked like she hadn’t slept in at least six days. People who obviously were in detention for much different reasons.
”Allison Washburn?” The woman at the front of the room called out to her. Allison approached the wide desk. “Your seat is in that second row of chairs, you’ll be able to tell which one.”
Allison turned around and blushed as she realized they had put a plastic covering over her chair. Damn, they really seem to care about the state of their crappy wooden desk chairs.
Once seated, the woman at the front desk wrote down the time on the chalkboard at the front of the room. “Welcome to detention, I don’t need to bother lecturing you on why you are here, I should think you all know by this point.” Yeah, I don’t need a second reminder, thank you. “As some of you probably already know, this is a three hour detention. This means that during this period of time you may work on class work or sleep or whatever. You may not, however, talk or get out of your seat during this time. I will dismiss you once the three hours is up.” It’s not like these rules are going to make a difference, I’m not allowed to use the bathroom anymore. I’m just going to end up pissing uncontrollably in my seat again!
Allison couldn’t help but pity her own situation. There’s no shot in hell I’m not the first one to be in this situation. I have a much bigger bladder than all my friends, and I’m not a careless person at all! My friends are going to give me hell…
…
As Allison tried to sift through her work, she couldn’t help but be distracted by her filling bladder. She couldn’t help but contemplate just letting go in her seat, but it would be undeniable that she had an accident and she’d be forced into diapers.
Hour one slowly turned into hour two and then hour three as Allison devolved from occasional pain to bouncing in her seat. Her mind begged for release, and her already wet yoga pants made the temptation of just letting go even more difficult to combat. However, her mind took over momentarily, casing her to raise her hand high in the air while keeping her free one jammed in her crotch.
The detention lady looked up from her phone, “Allison, you know you aren’t allowed to talk, right? Get back to work.”
Allison would have none of it though, “please, just let me go to the bathroom! I don’t want to pee myself again!”
The plea seemed as ineffective as her previous pleas with Mrs. Parker. “You know you aren’t allowed to do that, Ms. Washburn. As a matter of fact, for your lack of respect of my instructions, you will receive 3 hours of additional detention tomorrow as well. Take it as a warning. Now, get back to working before I make it a whole week.”
Tears once again started to well up in Allison’s eyes. It’s ok, I’ve only got 30 minutes left until I get out of here. I just need to hold it until that and then I can get to a bathroom.
…
“Alright, you guys are dismissed. And remember, for those of you who have detention tomorrow, same time, same place.”
Allison was practically bent over in her seat. Grabbing her stuff, she hopped towards the door. Gotta pee gotta pee! I just need to get to the ba- oh, shit! I can’t use the school bathrooms! I just need to get to my car, then I’ll just drive to a bathroom!”
With one hand pinned in her crotch Allison hobbled towards the exit. Fortune wasn’t quite on her side though when she opened the exit door. A mountain west winter breeze knocked directly into her after a couple steps, causing her bladder to convulse and start emptying. Oh god no no no! I’m peeing myself again! With no will left to stop her flow, Allison sprinted over towards a little secluded grass patch that was now covered in snow. Once there, she squatted to prevent any further pee going down into her shoes and socks as fluid poured out of her and onto the snow below, creating a little yellow puddle while also melting the snow below it.
As her flow stemmed, Alison came back to her senses and a wave of mortification washed over her. I just peed myself again like a little baby! At least this one won’t show since the first one covers it up completely. My parents are going to kill me.
Walking back to her car, the warmth that Allison once felt around her crotch rapidly turned cold and left her feeling even more miserable than she already was. Once getting to her car, a feeling of dread hit Allison again: I’m going to have to come back here again…
Thanks for reading! Next section, I’m planning on introducing the next character I’m planning on using, so stay tuned for more! |
Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written. So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content.
This first chapter is going to have a lot of set-up and backstory, and I hope that doesn’t bog down the desperation too badly. There’s just some things that are necessary for you to know so you understand why the characters are acting like they are. (If it’s confusing, then the gist of it is basically that River and Duncan have survived a horror-movie type scenario and are now hiding from the killers who weren’t ever brought to justice.)
If you’re wondering what terms are right when talking about River; It would be accurate to call River both intersex and trans because he was not assigned the gender that he should have been, and many of his life experiences are similar to a trans man’s.
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Honestly, this was probably the happiest River’s life had ever been. Which probably wasn’t saying too much, given that he now lived in constant fear of that Organization tracking him down and finishing the job of executing him.
But, other than that, River had an awful lot to be thankful for. He had Duncan now, after all. Duncan was one of the good things to come out of River’s experience with the Organization. Duncan had been captured and imprisoned by them as well, sentenced to death just like River had been. But, they’d grown close in the time they’d spent trapped together, that was probably the only reason they’d been able to break free. When River had lost all hope of saving himself, he’d still had the will to save Duncan.
River had also stolen a great deal of money from the Organization on his way out. Enough to pay for his friend Hugo’s Cancer treatment and still have some left over. In a way, River had saved the lives of the two most important people in his word. Hugo, his father-figure, the man that had rescued him from the streets and helped him turn his life around. And Duncan, his boyfriend, the man who gave him a reason to WANT to keep living an honest life.
It was the money that had gotten River caught up in the Organization to begin with. He’d been approached at his job by a man claiming to be a TV producer, informing him of a game show he could compete in where the winner would receive a million dollars. River had agreed, desperate to use that money for Hugo’s medical treatment.
But, then it turned out the ‘game show’ had been a ruse. Instead of doing a bunch of silly tasks and trying not to get voted off by the other contestants for long enough to win a million dollars, River had been imprisoned by a group of hitmen, alongside several other people who’d also been led to believe that they were going to compete in an ordinary reality show. Their executions had been paid for by people who felt they’d been wronged by them.
River and Duncan were the only two to make it out alive, needing to fight their way to freedom as members of the Organization tried to squash them.
They’d freed themselves, but not completely.
The Organization was clearly very powerful and wealthy, it had been able to operate for decades with no one discovering them or getting away from them with their lives. Of course, now that someone HAD, they’d be dead-set on finding those people.
River had been careful. The only person that knew about the Organization, apart from himself and Duncan, was Hugo. At first, River hadn’t intended to tell the older man all the details of how he’d gotten the money, but when he came home, obviously shaken and terrified and with a strange man clinging to him, an explanation was warranted.
It was for the best anyway. Hugo insisted that they abandon their home, only take their most essential possessions, and flee somewhere far away. River would have never even thought to suggest that himself, not until after Hugo had had his treatment, anyway.
It was a fast move, across the country to a little town in the middle of nowhere. They didn’t even live IN the town, really. Instead, they were deep in the woods that surrounded it. They lived in a log cabin now, an actual log cabin. River hadn’t known those still existed, but it was the best place for them to stay if they wanted to remain off the grid and out of sight.
Duncan spent the first three days in the cabin refusing to get out of bed. He’d hidden under the covers, like a child afraid of a monster. Except, in Duncan’s case, the monsters were real. He was too terrified even to move through his new home, and instead remained in bed as if he’d been glued there. River stayed by his side, repeating “You’re safe now… It’s over…” to him, but neither of them believed a word of it.
Hugo’s Cancer treatment had been a complete success, he was back in good health fast enough that he could resume working before the remainder of River’s money was gone.
River and Hugo had been business partners before River’s run-in with the Organization, selling art pieces and unique furniture. They kept working together after re-starting their company in their new home, but Hugo was now the sole face of the business. River took customer’s orders via phone, but Hugo was the only one to make deliveries now, so that River could stay hidden in the cabin.
River missed actually interacting with their customers…
He missed a lot of things. Being able to go out to dinner and not check over his shoulder the whole time. Going to the store alone if he needed something. Using the Internet— No longer possible since someone could trace his location through it. He was isolated, and always afraid. Hugo and Duncan were the only people that existed to him anymore, the customers he spoke to on the phone were just disembodied voices that may as well have belonged to no one.
Yet, in spite of all that, this was still the happiest River’s life had ever been.
He had a roof over his head. He had two people who loved him. He was able to have something to eat every day. He had a bed. He could shower daily. He was warm.
That was more than he could have said during most of his life.
Even if hiding from the Organization had taken a lot from him, he was still grateful for what he DID have. He’d never stop appreciating it. Some days, he woke up to find Duncan curled around him and think about just how lucky he was…
MOST days, River woke up to find Duncan curled around him and thought about how full his bladder was…
Like today.
The good news was that River hadn’t had a nightmare last night. He wasn’t shown replays of the things he’d endured while in the clutches of the Organization. He didn’t flash back to his days of homelessness. His parents didn’t make any appearances.
The bad news was that River’s dream had been absolutely full of water. Lakes, oceans, rainstorms, leaking faucets… And urinals. So many urinals. But, any time River stood in front of one to relieve his extremely bloated bladder, he’d find that the zipper on his pants had disappeared. Not that it was stuck, it was just GONE. And, for some reason, he couldn’t manage to tug his pants down, either. So, he’d just be standing there, bouncing up and down and enduring the sound of all the water flowing around him.
He’d eventually escaped the torment by blinking himself awake, but then he realized he still had a problem. Duncan clung to River at night, just as River clung to Duncan. That comfort was needed just as badly as River now needed a bathroom break. But, Duncan was really strong. That was a great thing when they’d been trying to escape from a band of hitmen, but it was NOT so great when River was trying to get out of bed.
It was SUPER not-great that Duncan’s arms were squeezing very, very hard against River’s bladder. River felt like the poor organ was being crumpled up like a sheet of paper, and he clenched his thighs and wriggled with discomfort.
River didn’t want to wake Duncan up. He appeared to be sleeping pretty peacefully. Like River, it was rare for Duncan to have a dream that wasn’t frightening. Many times, one or both of them had woken up in the middle of the night, trembling and biting back screams, hearts pounding away at the memory of the horrors their brains had forced them to relive.
They didn’t sleep very well.
River had no intention of interrupting Duncan’s badly needed rest. River had every intention to hold his pee until Duncan either woke up, or let go of him.
What sucked was that River’s bladder wasn’t exactly the biggest. It never had been. When he was little, he’d seldom lasted through an entire movie without getting up to use the toilet at least once. As he got older, that hadn’t changed. Throughout middle school, if River didn’t use the toilet between every class he would be in a lot of trouble, twisting and squirming his legs beneath his desk as he begged for the clock to move faster.
After his parents kicked him out, one thing he learned about homelessness that he’d never actually considered before, was that it wasn’t always easy to find a public bathroom. Sometimes, all the places in the area would be closed for the night or because of a holiday, or they’d look at River’s gruff, unkempt appearance and tell him to leave. Or, they’d say he had to buy something first, with the money River never had.
Alleyways and bushes became River’s toilets on more occasions than he could count. That was pretty frightening sometimes. The streets homelessness had led River to were never friendly, especially after dark. Having to make himself vulnerable for a few minutes while his bladder emptied really got his adrenaline flowing.
It didn’t help that, in those days, he’d still needed to crouch down in order to urinate.
That had been well before his operation.
When River was born, his parts were seen as ‘ambiguous’. The doctor that had delivered him had difficulty assigning him a sex. So, at his recommendation, River’s body was surgically altered so that he more closely resembled a female.
Being a girl never sat right with him, though.
As a teenager, he learned what had been done to him and it was like a bucket of cold water to his face. He wondered what had made that quack pick ‘girl’ anyway, and cried that it had been a mistake. He begged his parents to let him live as the boy he should have been from the start, begged them to let him fix the mistakes, to stop being made to fill his body with Estrogen in pill form.
They’d refused. And after he kept trying to argue over the next several months, they eventually kicked him out.
He spent years on the streets, eventually turning to drug dealing and prostitution just so he’d be able to afford something to eat. He met Hugo at a bar one night when the man broke up a fight between him and some other guy. River still doesn’t know what Hugo saw in him that night, but for whatever reason he’d offered him a lifeline.
Then, a year later, Hugo financed River’s top surgery and phalloplasty, at last correcting the mistakes that had been made when River was born.
He would never forget how happy he’d felt when he finally saw himself looking the way he was always meant to. He felt normal for the first time in his life. And, once he’d recovered enough from the phalloplasty he’d been able to pee standing up for the first time, and that had felt so—
Now, fidgeting in bed with Duncan coiled around his full bladder, River flinched at the direction of his thoughts. Reminiscing had distracted him for a while, but of course his brain had returned to the subject of urination eventually. The harsh, angry throbs down below ensured that he wouldn’t be able to forget about that topic for long.
River looked to the nightstand beside the bed. During those early days, when Duncan had been so terrified he couldn’t leave the bed, problems had arisen when Duncan inevitably had to pee. Duncan had also been pretty much mute at that time, too. Rubbing his back, River hadn’t realized Duncan needed to go until the other was suddenly grasping his crotch with both hands and River could hear a tiny hissing noise as a leak shot out of him.
“I’ll take you to the toilet…” River started to say, but Duncan just kept shaking his head.
So, River found a different solution. He went to the kitchen, emptied a water bottle, then returned to the bedroom and gave it to Duncan.
Duncan had looked so grateful as he’d grasped the bottle that it made River’s chest clench up. How had he not realized that the poor guy was ready to burst before then?!
Duncan filled the bottle at a disturbingly rapid pace, the moan of relief he let go of being the first actual noise he’d made in a very, very long time.
River had emptied the bottle out in the toilet, then kept it on the nightstand so Duncan could grab it the next time he needed it.
That bottle was Duncan’s urinal until he finally felt brave enough to leave the bed.
Now, River was cursing himself for just throwing the bottle away once Duncan had no longer needed it. It sure would have been helpful to still have it…
River shifted his hips, fighting for a comfortable position that didn’t make it feel like the pee inside of him was about to be tipped out into the sheets. A position like that appeared to be nonexistent, however. With Duncan’s arms squeezing tighter and tighter like an angry boa-constrictor, River’s bladder felt like an orange caught in a juicing machine. Sweat was pooling between his thighs. Or, at least, he hoped it was only sweat.
He was fighting against a very powerful urge to cross his legs, fearful of kicking Duncan and waking him up that way. Waves of pee collided against his sphincters, his aching muscles begging him to move around and give them a little reinforcement. His legs actually started to vibrate from how tense he was holding them.
He squeezed his eyes closed, deciding that he wanted to try to go back to sleep. Time would move faster if he wasn’t awake, after all. But, after only a minute, he knew this was a futile endeavor. It was just impossible to sleep when he needed the bathroom this badly!
He tried to distract himself some other way. He glanced down to take in Duncan’s beloved face. His smooth skin, his dark eyelashes gently resting against his cheeks. His lips slightly parted as he slept so calmly… It was nice to see Duncan get the rest and relaxation he needed. It made River even more determined to hold his pee so that Duncan could continue sleeping.
His bladder did not hold the same love for Duncan that River’s heart did. His bladder only held a great deal of urine, and it didn’t want to continue doing that for very much longer. He felt a trickle leave him, and then another, and he wriggled his hand down between his body and Duncan’s so that he could squeeze the tip of his cock. He cringed at the warmth he felt there. He told himself Duncan would probably wake up soon…
But, Duncan didn’t.
And River kept holding it. Now that he’d tucked a hand against his member, he saw no reason to let go of it again. His desperation eased up a bit with the addition of that pressure. It felt good having his hand there. Felt less like he was going to spring another leak.
He tried his hardest to think of something else. He thought about all the things he’d be doing if he didn’t have to worry about the Organization finding out his location. He’d be able to take Duncan out on a real date to a fancy restaurant, and they’d be able to just eat and talk and relax the whole time they were there. They could stay as late as they wanted, even after dark. They could walk to their car in the parking lot, and it wouldn’t even cross their minds that someone could pop out of the shadows and attack them. And— And, if River had had a little too much water with dinner, he could stop the car at ANY gas station and—
No, no, no! River shook his head, trying to clear it. Peeing wasn’t a good fantasy, it was just… Just lame! There were so many other, more exciting things to do than just take a piss. Pissing was mundane. Boring. Anything on Earth was more interesting than peeing! Anything at all!
Like, if River didn’t have to worry about the Organization, he’d be able to deliver things to customers with Hugo just like he used to! He’d get to see the looks on their faces when they saw they’d made exactly what they wanted, and then he could say to them “We had a real long drive out here. I’m very sorry, could I please use your restroom for just a minute?” And then he’d be able to—
NO!
God, he was beginning to get a little frustrated! Couldn’t he do ANYTHING aside from fantasize about taking a stupid leak? He could go later, once Duncan was awake. It probably wouldn’t even feel THAT good! It would just be a minute or so of him standing there, at long last being able to relax his body, no more worrying about keeping all his lower muscles tensed up, just letting it all flow out, nice and calmly…
Tss!
Another jet of pee streamed from his tip, he could feel the warmth and wetness beneath his hand, and— And— God… That loss of control had felt almost good… His poor bladder loosening for just a second had been so…
Hss!
Again, he was spurting, trickling out little drops of his burden. They just wouldn’t stop, and he couldn’t stop thinking about pee, and about peeing, and about how wonderful he’d feel if he could just PEE, and— “Nnnnh!!” a whine hissed out between his clenched teeth before he could stop it, sweat rolling down his forehead.
And Duncan started to blink his eyes. “Mmmf…” the other man murmured, blearily looking up into River’s eyes.
“I’m sorry,” River stated, shifting more. He just couldn’t help it! “I didn’t mean to bother you…”
It took Duncan a second to really wake up and register the panic on River’s face. When it did, he panicked too. “Wha—What’s wrong?” he asked. “Is— Where’s Hugo? Is someone here? Do they know where we ar—“
“N—No,” River said. “We are safe.”
Duncan sat up more, nuzzled against River. “Mmm, good…” he gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Still sleepy…” he murmured. “Was having a nice dream…”
That was fantastic, and River was overjoyed that his partner had managed to avoid a nightmare, but he didn’t want Duncan to go back to sleep yet— His arms were still wrapped around him, still pinning him!
“Th—That’s good, Duncan,” River stammered. “A—And you can sleep as much as you want, but I have to go piss!”
“Hm…?” Duncan opened his eyes again, he unwrapped his arms from River’s body and could now see the hand digging firmly into River’s groin. “Oh…”
River nodded gratefully and started to get up. He winced hard and almost bit through his own tongue when his foot touched the ground, and a loud jet of urine sloshed into his boxers. “Ahh—nnnhhh!”
Duncan’s eyes cracked open again. “River…?”
“Fucking—“ River grunted. He balled the hand not clutching his dick into a fist and slammed it against the nightstand, hissing through his teeth. His bladder was doing somersaults inside his body, constantly letting out little threads and dribbles down his legs. “I can’t— I can’t—!”
Duncan crawled out of bed, he very gingerly put a hand on River’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s—“
“I need to go piss!” River blurted out.
“I— I know, the bathroom’s just— Can you not walk?”
River shook his head back and forth, strands of his hair flying. “I’m going…”
“O—Okay, come on… Come on… Lean against me, alright? One step at a time…” Duncan led River out of their bedroom. It was a tricky situation, too slow and River wouldn’t make it in time. Too fast, and the movement would make River burst.
The bathroom was right down the hall from their bedroom, Duncan ushered River inside. River was now gripping himself with both hands, and even that wasn’t doing much good. Drips continued spilling, and he was skipping in place. “I can’t—“ he kept repeating. “I can’t, I can’t—“
“You can’t… Move your hands?” Duncan gathered.
River shook his head again.
Duncan reached and got the toilet open for River, then nudged River’s boxers down a little, as much as he could with River’s hands in the way. “Really close, River…” he murmured.
River was able to pull his dick out the rest of the way, and was pissing violently before he could aim it. He splattered the rim of the bowl, and couldn’t bring himself to care as a loud, long moan erupted from his throat. “Ahhhhhhh….”
Duncan went still. He’d expected River to hang on until he’d left the room, but apparently that was just one more thing he couldn’t do. River hadn’t ever peed in front of Duncan before— Well, not unless the terror-inspired accident that River had had when they were trying to get away from the Organization could be counted. During those days where Duncan had camped out in bed and relieved himself into a bottle, that bottle had been for Duncan and Duncan alone, River always got up and used the toilet.
They also hadn’t done anything more than kiss, cuddle, and feel each other up above their clothes just yet. Duncan had never seen River’s member before, and this was a chance to change that. Was it okay to peek, though? Even just a teeny bit? River hadn’t said if he was ready to be looked at there…
Some of the haze of River’s relief started to clear as he carried on draining himself. He blushed when he remembered Duncan was still here. It didn’t bother him that much, though. After his experiences on the streets, he’d started to care a little less about privacy. “Heh, are you watching?”
“Um…” Duncan turned. “I haven’t seen your— I mean, someday I want to see—“ He was dying to see River’s cock. He’d fantasized about it enough, he thought it was time to know what it actually looked like.
And, part of him was also really curious. He hated himself for it, he was sure it was probably a little disrespectful to think about it this way, but Duncan had never seen a surgically created dick before and couldn’t help but wonder about it.
“If you wanna see it, you can,” River told him.
Duncan half expected River’s dick to be ENORMOUS, bigger than any other penis he had ever seen. Because, if Duncan had been able to go to a surgeon and request a new dick, HE’D ask for a huge one (“I want it to go down to my knees, Doc!”). But, River’s member was a perfectly average size.
Duncan had also wondered if it would be shaped differently. He’d seen the scar on River’s arm only a few times since he usually wore long sleeves to cover it up. After their escape, Duncan had asked about it, and River explained that some of the skin and tissue in his arm had been used to construct his dick. Duncan had then looked very closely at his OWN arm, trying to work out how it could be used to build a penis. River’s dick looked completely normal though, a lot like Duncan’s own, just a different color and with a little scar starting at the head and running down to the base. Duncan felt a bit bad that he’d been expecting it to look so drastically different.
“Um…” River blushed as his pee finally came to an end. “Do… Er… Do you like it?” he asked. No one else had ever seen his penis before, save for the surgeons and other doctors, he supposed. The only other times he’d been nude in front of another person had been before his operation.
“It looks… Real,” Duncan said, then flinched. “Wait, no. That came out wrong! I’m sorry!”
“It’s alright,” River said, tucking his member back away. “I know you meant that in a good way.”
“I just thought… They made that out of your arm?” Duncan asked.
“Yeah,” River said.
“That’s so cool,” Duncan said. “And, you’re happy with it, right?”
“Of course I am,” River said. “Finally getting that fixed was one of the few good things to ever happen to me.”
“I hope I’m one of the other good things,” Duncan said.
“Don’t worry, you are.” |
When Hugo came home from making deliveries, he had brought home some fast food for River and Duncan. River was more enthusiastic about the meal than Duncan was. Before, in his old life, Duncan had eaten out at lots of upscale restaurants, with big dining areas and a real sense of atmosphere.
He couldn’t go to those places now. Even though they had the funds for a big dinner out, the public presented too many dangers. He and River hadn’t left this cabin once since they’d gotten here, the cozy walls were beginning to feel more like the bars of a prison cell. Duncan longed to treat River to a fancy dinner, it was what he deserved…
Eating cheap hamburgers and limp fries while they sat on the couch just wasn’t the same thing.
River, on the other hand, was delighted with the food. Duncan supposed that had a lot to do with how hungry he’d gotten in the past— Pretty much anything must have seemed gourmet to him after spending years getting most of his meals out of dumpsters. He’d told Duncan a bit about that, and it made Duncan’s chest ache to imagine him digging around in garbage until he managed to find something that looked edible enough.
That was probably also why River sometimes ate the way he did. Almost… Aggressive. And really, really fast. Shoveling food into his mouth so quickly he probably didn’t even taste it, and acting sort of possessive over it as well. Like tonight, he was stuffing fries down his throat eleven or twelve at a time.
Duncan encouraged him to slow down— He’d had to help River out after he’d accidentally choked himself a few times. “It’s not going anywhere,” Duncan reminded him. “And, you’ve survived WAY too much stuff to go out by clogging your airway with a french fry.”
River obeyed, managing to actually CHEW his food before swallowing it. It had been a long time since he’d lived on the streets, but warm, filling meals like this remained an absolute blessing in his mind.
“How was your day?” Hugo asked them.
“Same as always,” Duncan said, trying to keep the sadness out of his voice. He liked spending time with River, he just wished they could spend that time actually DOING something some days.
“I’m sorry,” Hugo said. “I’m going to get you boys some new movies to watch, that should help.” Their main form of entertainment was the TV set and DVD player. They both appreciated it, but sometimes seeing things on the screen that they used to be able to see in real life got difficult. “And… Hey, maybe eventually you can take… Little trips out. To places that feel safer.”
The problem there was that nowhere felt safe. Not anymore.
“Little steps first,” Hugo told them. “We could start having some of the curtains open when I’m here with you. I’m sure you miss being able to see the sun.”
The curtains and blinds had been drawn twenty four-seven since they’d moved in. Duncan went rigid at the thought of opening them. “Someone could look in— See us— Someone from the—“
“We live in the middle of the woods,” Hugo said. “Even an experienced hiker would have to stumble onto this place accidentally in order to find it. And, we’ll only have them open when I’m with you. You and River can stay away from the windows as much as you like, it’s just… This isn’t healthy for you two. At all.”
Duncan KNEW it wasn’t healthy, but being found would be even WORSE for his health than just staying inside and never letting anyone see him. Without realizing it, he’d grabbed River’s hand and had begun to squeeze it.
River squeezed back, using his free hand to lift more fries to his mouth. He was scared too, but very little could squash his appetite. The only time in recent memory that he’d willingly skipped a meal when one was available had been during the game— The only time terror had made him too nauseas to eat. “Let’s… Let’s start with just one window, and work our way through that,” he said. Having one section of the cabin be scary and dangerous would be better than having the whole thing feel that way at once.
“Alright,” Hugo said, standing from the couch. He went to the window and pulled back the curtains.
“N—Now?” Duncan asked, frantic.
“I’m here,” Hugo said. “Nothing will happen if I’m with you.”
As soon as the curtain was drawn and the blinds had been raised, Duncan was on the floor, tugging River with him. Even if someone looked through the window, they wouldn’t be spotted…
Hugo watched. He probably should have expected that sort of reaction. It was still the first step back to some semblance of normalcy, though. In time, it would get better. It HAD to.
River and Duncan finished their food while resting on the floor. River smiled up at Hugo, whom had returned to the sofa. “I’m glad you picked Frankie’s on the way home today,” he said. “They have my favorite fruit punch.” He took a long sip from his cup, the sweet drink pooling coldly on his tongue.
“I know,” Hugo said. “Hope I got enough for you. That’s the largest size they’ve got.”
River had figured as much. His hand could barely wrap all the way around the enormous cup. Cold condensation wetted his palms and made him shiver a tiny bit. It was less of a cup, more of a barrel. But, he loved the punch so much that he drank every last drop of it and was disappointed when the cup was empty.
He leaned back, feeling the liquid slosh inside him. His stomach was so full now he felt like he could fall straight to sleep right where he was.
Hugo stood after he’d finished his food, he patted River and Duncan on their heads gently. “Get ready for bed now,” he said. “River, you look like you’re about to pass out!”
River laughed. It was a warm sound. Hugo was so— He made River feel like he had a family. A real one, not like the fake one he’d grown up in. Those people hadn’t been his parents, just his egg and sperm donor. Hugo was more of a parent than either of them had ever been. Twice, River had barely managed to stop himself from calling Hugo “Dad.”
But, like a father, Hugo had just instructed him and Duncan to get ready for bed. And to do THAT they would need to stand up from the floor, be in-sight of that window for a couple seconds… River knew it was a ridiculous fear, that someone from the Organization would be outside that window at the precise moment he became visible, but knowing that it was silly didn’t make him feel less scared.
To his surprise, Duncan lurched to his feet first. He moved, a little hunched over and low to the ground, in the direction of the bedroom. He retrieved some pajamas and went into the restroom. River heard the shower turn on, and—
As soon as the noise of the water spraying penetrated his ear-drums, River received a not so gentle reminder of where all that fruit punch had needed to go… He glanced at the now empty cup, and it actually looked even BIGGER to him now. He did not know the precise size of his bladder, but with as often as he needed to empty it, he figured the cup was somewhere around… Eight times larger? And he’d drank the whole thing so fast…
And now Duncan was in the restroom…
Somehow, the knowledge that River COULDN’T pee right now made him need to do it a whole lot worse. He wriggled his hips, feeling silly that he somehow managed to get himself into situations like this while never leaving his house. Staying inside all the time SHOULD have been a surefire way of PREVENTING incidents of desperation, but they happened to him pretty often anyway.
If it wasn’t Duncan holding him too tightly during the night or early morning and needing to be wriggled free from, it was Hugo or Duncan already being IN the restroom when River realized he had to use it. And, always, when River realized he had to go, it became the only thing he COULD notice, and his laser-focus on his bladder made the pressure increase at a lightning speed.
He’d always been like that. He knew that thinking about pee when he couldn’t go was the worst thing he could do, but he couldn’t STOP. He’d notice “Oh, I kind of have to pee right now,” and before he knew it he’d obsess over things like “Where can I go?” And “How long am I gonna have to wait?” SO much that he’d talked himself into becoming well and truly DESPERATE for it.
He wriggled more as he kept sitting on the floor. The shower sounded louder to him now than it usually did. This wasn’t good… He leaned back, giving his bladder more space to stretch. He didn’t have to worry, the restroom would be freed up soon enough.
But, his bladder was already worn out after he’d gotten so desperate earlier that morning. His holding muscles were tired and didn’t want him to get full again so soon. The exhaustion of his sphincters made him feel like he had to go a lot worse than he actually did. He shifted, pressing the heel of his foot against his groin and shaking his leg up and down.
Hugo noticed River’s fidgeting, and knew right away what was wrong; River often used his foot to hold himself when he needed to go. For a while after Hugo had first started taking care of River, River had been so grateful to have a home and a job that wasn’t dangerous, but was also worried the rug would be pulled out from under him if he made a mistake. At first, when they were in their workshop together, River wouldn’t ask for toilet breaks, eager to prove to Hugo that he was useful and could work around the clock if necessary.
Then, one day, River had been polishing the wood on a chair they’d just built and just… All of the sudden collapsed to the ground pulling his foot against his groin.
“Did you slip?” Hugo had asked.
“N—No,” River had said, climbing back to his feet, straightening his back out and widening his stance. “It’s fine. I got it. I can keep going.”
“Got what? Did a bug fly in here?”
And in response, River had just lowered his head and gotten back to work. A few minutes later, he seemed highly agitated, stomping his feet against the ground and shuffling between them.
In those days, River had just quit drinking alcohol, and sometimes his body would start to crave it really badly. Hugo encouraged River to drink kombucha when he got in a mood like this. Kombucha, while fermented, was non-alcoholic and could sometimes work as a replacement for him. Hugo offered him some, and River reeled back as if Hugo had just asked if he wanted to eat a live mouse. “Ah—No… That’s n—not a good idea right now!”
“River, are you okay?” He reached out and put a hand on River’s shoulder. Even with how stiff he’d looked, Hugo still felt surprised when he felt the rigidity of his muscles beneath his fingers. “If you’re feeling sick today, you don’t have to w—“
“I’m fine!” River had insisted, jerking his shoulder away. He hadn’t meant to sound so aggressive, but that was a side of him that just came out sometimes… It was a side he’d NEEDED to have when he still lived on the street, and it was hard to get rid of it now that it was no longer necessary.
“Okay,” Hugo said. “If you want to talk later, let me kn—“
River had crouched down again before Hugo could finish his sentence. His foot once more connected with his crotch and he rocked himself against it.
“River, what’s—”
“I— I have to go piss!” River burst out.
Hugo had gone silent for a second. That was all? He just needed to use the bathroom? He’d had Hugo convinced something was hurting him! Although, from the looks of things his bladder probably WAS aching. “Well, why didn’t you just SAY so?”
“I have to work now,” River had insisted. “I have to—“
“You HAVE to take a leak,” Hugo interrupted. “Go ahead, I’ll finish this.”
River rose to his feet, dancing about between them. “But, I’m not done—“
“I’ll finish it,” Hugo repeated. “Go use the toilet.”
After he’d been reassured, River had taken off.
And after that day, Hugo had needed to sort of wear River down, help him see that taking a pee break while they were working wouldn’t cause Hugo to fire him, or throw him back onto the street. He had to keep telling River that he was a good worker, that he DID need his help and that he was grateful to have it— That taking a couple minutes to pee every few hours wouldn’t destroy their business.
In order to do that, Hugo had learned how to spot when River needed to go. The foot thing was the usual sign he looked out for. So now, as Hugo watched River rocking against his heel on the floor of the cabin, he knew immediately what was bothering him. “Have too much fruit punch?”
River nodded, cursing his small bladder. He was sure most people could drink a big cup of punch and then have MORE than thirty minutes to get to a toilet before they felt like they were going to explode. “I should have told Duncan to let me go first,” he said. “I didn’t notice I had to go until I heard the water come on.”
His eyes kept glancing over to the emptied fruit punch cup. He could pee in it. He certainly didn’t have any issues with urinating into something that wasn’t a toilet. He’d gone in cups when he was homeless, and now that he had a dick it would be a whole Hell of a lot easier to do that right here and now.
Before his phalloplasty, peeing had been a complicated and sometimes messy affair even if he was on an actual toilet. The placement and angle of his urethra had been in such a way that most of his pee didn’t flow straight downwards, a lot of it went forwards instead. Often, he’d seat himself on the toilet to pee, and instead of his relief trickling down into the bowl like it was supposed to, it would spray right out through the gap between the seat and the rim, splashing the backs of his knees and puddling on the floor.
Before phalloplasty, the cleanest way River could pee would be by hovering over the toilet and tilting his upper body forwards slightly so that his stream would be angled properly. And he’d STILL usually end up getting some down one of his legs. For a long time, he’d thought that that was just normal, that everyone with a vagina had that much trouble peeing neatly. But, then he’d mentioned it to a girl he went to school with, expecting her to say something like “Ugh, yeah. I hate when it hits my knees. It’s the WORST!” But, instead she’d wrinkled up her nose and asked him what the Hell he was talking about.
The pissing issue was one of the many things that had suddenly made so much more sense to him when he finally learned the full story of his birth. And it was one of the many things he didn’t MISS now that he’d had his body fixed and put the way that it should have been from the start. Now, all he had to do was point and shoot— So much simpler! His pee always went exactly where he wanted it to go!
And, if he wanted it to go into that cup now….
He reached for it and removed the top.
“Um… River?” Hugo asked. “You sure you want more to drink when you’re already—“
River shook his head. “Not gonna drink out of it,” he said.
“… Oh,” Hugo said after a moment. “Well, uh… Is it that bad? I’m sure Duncan will be out in a minute.”
River hesitated, lowered the cup.
“I— I mean, I won’t be upset with you if you need to ‘use’ the cup. I’m just saying you probably don’t have to wait THAT much longer to use the toilet.”
River hoped that was true. His bladder had loosened up at the idea of peeing in the cup, now that he felt a little too embarrassed to use it, his bladder felt taut and irritated. ‘Pleeease hurry up, Duncan…’ he thought.
Duncan, meanwhile, wasn’t hurrying. Duncan loved his dark, silky hair and the regimen he had for washing it was one of the few activities he could still enjoy after the thing with the Organization. He used three different shampoos and conditioners each night, and that tended to take a while.
He had a bit of an urge to rush THIS night though, and he cursed himself for not peeing before he got in the shower. Of course, Duncan knew that most people peed in the shower and there wasn’t any shame in that. But, he just had a hard time convincing his body to do that. Something about deliberately fouling a place where he was supposed to be focused on getting clean made his bladder unwilling to relax. He’d only pissed in the shower once in his entire life, and that had been an accident that he couldn’t control.
Tonight, he tried again to unclench and pee down the drain. He had to go pretty badly, and the running water, mixed with the feeling of it on his skin, wasn’t helping at all! He crossed his bare legs, pinching his dick shut between them as he rubbed more shampoo into his hair.
In the living room, River wasn’t doing much better. He’d forgotten about the open window eventually, so antsy from the need for relief and the urge to walk around. Hugo did not remind him about the window as he paced back and forth with desperation. Maybe, Hugo thought, having something to distract him would help him get used to having the windows open. He felt bad that River’s distraction right now had to be needing to pee, but if it worked…
River froze at one point, and Hugo assumed he’d spotted the window again and it was scaring him. But, instead of saying anything about that, River’s hands dropped against his crotch and he bounced in place. Poor guy’s bladder must have been aching…
In the shower, Duncan’s bladder sure was aching! He moved onto the final conditioner and ran it through his hair a little more haphazardly than usual. He kept trying to pee where he was, and his bladder stayed stubbornly plugged shut. Finally, he’d gotten the last of the soap washed out of his hair, so he shut the shower off. His urge already felt a little subdued now that the hissing noise had ceased.
Outside, River’s ears perked up the second the shower had stopped running. He frantically rushed to the bathroom door and stood outside it, jiggling up and down, certain he’d be able to go in just a moment! Just as soon as Duncan got dressed!
Duncan stepped out of the shower and reached for his pajamas, but his bladder picked THAT moment to start dribbling, so he decided getting dressed could wait. He threw himself down onto the toilet seat and immediately his stream fired into the bowl. “Ahhh…” he sighed.
Duncan preferred to pee sitting down most of the time. It was relaxing, and considering how stressed he always felt, anything that felt soothing was welcome. He also liked how it allowed him to have a full view of the bathroom— Someone could come up right behind him if he was standing! He knew that was unlikely, but he still preferred to keep an eye on everything when he was in a vulnerable position.
A shiver trailed up his spine, the immense relief mixing with the chill of sitting on the cold toilet seat while naked and still damp from his shower. He smiled softly to himself. Maybe not being able to go in the shower was worth it if it meant he got to feel this good afterwards…
Just outside the door, River was more or less running in place, his hands gripping between his legs. He’d been so sure Duncan would be out by now! What was taking him so long to get dre—
River’s ears picked up on a new sound, the unmistakable hiss of urine flowing into the toilet. “Nnnnhhhh!” River hissed. Nothing was worse than listening to someone else pee while he was about to burst! He considered rushing back to the living room and flooding that cup anyway! Even if Duncan was only going to be a couple more minutes, River wasn’t sure if he had that much time left to spare!
Duncan kept sitting on the toilet, emptying his bladder out. He was surprised by how long he was going for. It must have been almost a minute already and he could still feel more pee aching to come out. He finally finished several seconds later and stood up. He flushed the toilet, and as soon as the water began to suck down the pipes, he heard a cringing mewl from outside the door.
Confused, Duncan got dressed as quickly as he could and opened the door. “River, are—“
River shoved past him, stomping his feet harshly against the floor as he threw the toilet seat up and pulled his dick out. He didn’t wait for Duncan to leave the doorway, his stream was erupting the second he was in the right position. An intense moan followed it just a second later. “Ahhhh… Fuuuuck…”
Duncan blinked a few times. River must have been holding that a while to have been so desperate. Why hadn’t he knocked on the door while Duncan had been in the shower? He would have gotten out and unlocked it for him if it was such an emergency. “River…?”
River blearily opened his eyes, “Hm?” He asked, a little dazedly.
“You… You know I would have let you in here earlier if you’d just asked, right?” Duncan said. “You could have peed while I was showering.”
“I…” River was interrupted by a splatter of piss hitting the rim of the bowl. He turned back towards the toilet, watching his aim more closely. “I didn’t want to rush you, I guess.”
“I would have just gotten outta the shower for a second and unlocked the door,” Duncan shrugged. “Not a big deal…”
River finally finished and zipped back up. “Oh…” he said. “Er, next time then.”
River showered quickly and put his pajamas on. He followed Duncan back to their room and nestled himself in bed beside him. Nights were a challenge for both of them. Not just because they were prone to bad dreams, but because the time it took to fall asleep left them alone with their thoughts, with their memories and their fears about the present.
They often ended up talking to each other until their needs for sleep finally won out. Sometimes, it took just an hour, other times it could take several. They never talked about the Organization before bed, since that was what they were trying to keep out of their brains. Usually, they just shared things about themselves.
Sometimes, those things were sad, and sometimes not. When River talked about himself, it was usually something sad though.
Duncan could tell River needed to share those sad things, so he always allowed him to do so. Duncan was curious about some of the sad things, he just never asked about them. He waited for River to bring them up.
“They never even told me, you know?” River said.
Duncan did know this part of the story. Or at least, he knew some of it. “About your…”
“Yeah, about being intersex,” River said. “My parents never said a word. Lied to me my whole life about it. I told you about the weird way I pissed before my bottom surgery?”
Duncan nodded.
“My Mom told me that all girls pissed that way, and that I was just a ‘slow-learner’ so that’s why I made a mess. She basically told me I was stupid and that’s why I peed weird, not that I peed weird because my bits got rearranged incorrectly. And, for some reason she still gave me the whole speech about how I had to be prepared for getting a period, when she knew that wasn’t ever gonna happen to me,” River said. “I didn’t want one, and her always reminding me it was coming just scared me shitless. And she even acted all concerned when I was fifteen and still hadn’t gotten it. She was trying to pretend she had no idea anything was different about me.”
Duncan held River’s hand. He had never met River’s parents, and never, ever wanted to. His own parents had been terrible people, too. They hadn’t been able to accept he was gay and threatened to disinherit him if he didn’t pretend to be straight. But, at least they hadn’t modified his body when he was an infant and then lied to him about it. He couldn’t even imagine what River must have felt when he finally learned the truth.
River cuddled closer to Duncan. “After they kicked me out… I never thought I’d sleep in a warm bed again. It’s… It’s weird but, even after everything that’s happened, I still feel happy most of the time because I finally have people who love me.”
Duncan hugged him tighter. |
River woke the next morning just as desperate as he’d been yesterday. Whenever he made it through the night without getting up to use the toilet once or twice AND without wetting the bed, he always woke with an extremely full bladder.
Luckily, Duncan wasn’t coiled around him like he’d been yesterday. River could stand from the bed and— Ooof! He crumpled over on himself as soon as his feet made contact with the cold wooden floor. He squeezed his cock and hopped up and down, his hips shaking as he waited for the atrocious spasm to pass.
Once he was able to start walking, he made his way from the bedroom and down the hall. Cringing, he released one hand from around his cock so he could open the bathroom door.
But, it didn’t come open.
Memories of the previous night came back to him. Duncan had said he was always free to knock if it was an emergency— And this was definitely an emergency! He pounded his fist against the door, shouting “Duncan! Please hurry! I have to go piss!”
There was no response from inside, and he couldn’t hear the shower running. Nor could hear the sink faucet, or the sound of pee hissing into the bowl. He was grateful for these things as he knew his bladder wouldn’t be able to handle listening to them, but he was also confused. What was Duncan doing in there? He knocked again. “Duncan, please? I— I just woke up, so it’s real bad!” He shuffled from foot to foot— He just couldn’t hold still!
Standing in front of the restroom was making him have to go worse, so he made himself head to the living room and sit on the sofa instead. He brought one of his feet up onto the couch with him, rocking against frantically as he prayed for Duncan to hurry up with whatever he was doing.
He felt the couch shift and he opened his eyes to find Duncan beside him. Finally! He stood up immediately, dribbling slightly into his pajamas, but not caring since he knew he was close now. He wordlessly began shuffling away, but Duncan stopped him. “River— Uh…”
River bounced in place. “Whaaaat?” he whined. “Can’t it wait?”
Duncan shook his head anxiously, and River noticed a quiver in the other man’s legs, his thighs rubbing themselves together. “Th—The bathroom door is stuck…” he mumbled. “I’ve been holding it since I got up.”
River froze, but just for a second before his bladder demanded him to start moving again. “B—But—“ he stammered. “I—“ He rushed back to the door. Duncan was probably wrong— He HAD to be! River was about to pop! He—He probably hadn’t pulled on the door hard enough! That was all! He wrapped both hands around the door knob— ignoring the warmth he felt around his crotch after he’d let go of his dick— and tugged it as hard as his strength would allow. “Nnnh… Come on…” he muttered. “Stupid… fucking… I need to go now! Let me in!”
The door wouldn’t budge. He let go of the knob and let his hands fly back between his legs as he took several mincing, pained, contorted steps in place. This was bad, and it was completely unfair! He should be able to piss in his own fucking house! Angered, he kicked the door, the action sending a horrific jolt of need up through his leg and into his bladder. He felt another drop seep out and he stumbled backwards, squeezing himself even harder.
“River,” Duncan said, coming beside him. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I need to go!” River said, as if he hadn’t already made that incredibly obvious.
“I— I know,” Duncan said. “I do, too…” he wriggled his hips, tensing up his lower body. “B—But the door’s just stuck… Hugo can take it apart when he gets home…”
Hugo would not be home until the evening! Hours and hours away! River would wet his pants multiple times before Hugo arrived. There was no way he could contain himself until then. He already felt an accident was fast approaching. He couldn’t believe Duncan apparently thought that HE could last that long!
Duncan saw the panic on River’s face and realized that the statement he’d MEANT to sound reassuring had just caused River to feel more certain that he was going to burst. “Hey, it’s alright… Let’s look for somewhere else to go.”
River nodded frantically. He’d go anywhere— Anywhere! Just so long as this pressure went away and he got to keep his pants mostly dry! “Hurry…” he gritted.
Duncan wandered into the kitchen. He had a funny feeling in his chest. When they’d escaped from the hit-men, River had been completely in charge, making all the decisions, keeping Duncan safe like a body-guard would. And, so often, River was still taking care of him, holding him after a nightmare or coaxing him out from under his blankets when he was feeling scared.
It felt good to be the one taking care of River for once. River tried to come across as tough, hard and impenetrable, which Duncan reasoned was probably a defense mechanism he’d developed when he was homeless, but even the gruffest person looked vulnerable when about to wet their pants.
Duncan opened the fridge.
No water bottles, Hugo had taken them today. There were other bottles, but they were still full of juice. He couldn’t just pour all that down the drain, could he? He checked the cabinets next, they were mostly bare since none of them really knew how to cook. They ate take-out or fast-food most days, and otherwise had microwave TV dinners. They didn’t have any bowls.
Duncan looked inside the trash can after that. He recalled the huge cup of fruit punch River had drained last night— That would DEFINITELY be enough to fit his bladder. But, the trash can was empty. Hugo must have taken it out this morning.
Could… Could River just pee into the empty trash can? Duncan didn’t think anything would leak out of it… And his own bladder was starting to spasm startlingly at the idea. It told him that this was a fantastic plan, that he and River should BOTH release their streams into the receptacle.
But, then his rational mind took over as he remembered they’d need to somehow clean the thing out afterwards to keep the entire cabin from reeking of urine.
So, then where could— His eyes shifted to one of the closed windows, and he remembered that he and River were currently surrounded by trees and bushes on all sides. If they could just go outside, then they’d both be fully relieved in a matter of minutes.
But, that was the problem, wasn’t it? Just going outside wasn’t something either of them could do anymore…
Duncan left the kitchen, he found River still in front of the bathroom door, angrily pulling on the doorknob with all his strength.
River’s teeth were grinding from the exertion, and his bladder lurched in constant spasms, but he HAD to get the door open! His eyes popped open and fell on Duncan, anxiously going towards his hands. When he didn’t see the other holding any type of container, his need to urinate skyrocketed even further. “Pl—Please tell me you found somewhere for me to piss?” he begged. “Please?”
Duncan shook his head. “No bottles or anything in the kitchen,” he said, hating the dismayed, panicked expression on River’s face.
“Then what the Hell am I supposed to do?” River asked. “There’s seriously NO room left in my bladder!”
“I— I—“ Duncan rubbed his hands against his thighs, feeling the tautness of those muscles. He was so focused on River’s plight that he kept forgetting that HE needed to go pretty badly as well. “Oh! Towels!” he exclaimed.
“T—Towels?”
“Are they all in the bathroom?” Duncan asked. “You can wrap your… self… up in one and—“
River was already spinning around to face the hall closet. If there were any towels NOT in the bathroom, that would be where they were! He flung the door open and found… Some shoes, a few shirts and some pants. He supposed he could ALSO shoot his piss into the material of one of the shirts, but all of the ones in the closet belonged to Hugo. Hugo wasn’t here to say if it was okay or not. He just stood there, staring at all of the items that couldn’t help him.
Duncan frowned at the contents of the closet too. He would have appreciated a towel to relieve himself into as well.
River rocked on his heels, crossing his legs back and forth wildly. “Nnnh… Fuck…” He bounced up and down, strands of his hair flying. He didn’t even really know WHY he was still trying to hold it. He WAS going to pee his pants before Hugo got home and fixed the door. He may as well just get it over with! Duncan was the only one around to see, and he could get himself changed and clean the floor off, it wouldn’t be THAT bad to have an accident!
He made himself go still, intending to just let it flow so that it would finally stop hurting, but Duncan caught on to what he was doing and stopped him. “River, no,” he said. “Don’t give up. We’ll think of something.”
River’s legs snapped back together, a horrendous shock of pain flaring through his midsection as he went from telling his bladder to relax to immediately telling it to close back up a second later. He twisted on his feet, turning around in tiny circles. “Please think of it fast, this hurts so fucking bad…”
“I’m trying,” Duncan said, watching as River crouched to the floor and shoved one of his feet underneath himself, still jiggling wildly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” River muttered. “I need to piss… I have to go piss so fucking much…”
Still, the only solution Duncan had was going outside. All his hair was standing on end just at the thought!
Maybe they could just pee out of a window without needing to go all the way outside? Opening a window would be scary too… Duncan’s bladder felt like it was wobbling inside him, he shifted from side to side and swore he could feel his urine sloshing. He had a bit of room left in his bladder, but not very much. It was only a matter of time before he was as bad off as River!
Duncan walked through the cabin, thinking about the logistics of pissing out the window. The windows weren’t really at crotch-level for either of them, they were too high up. River was probably gonna piss with the force of fifty fire hoses when he finally let it loose, so maybe he’d be able to shoot it up high enough that it made it through the window?
Or, maybe they could use something to help them reach… The barstools in the kitchen were all stuck to the floor. The couch was too heavy for Duncan to move by himself, and if River exerted himself on anything that wasn’t holding his pee, he was sure to have an accident. Same went for the beds.
Going out the window would be too messy.
They had to go outside…
Duncan shuddered. Fear wrapping an icy hand around his chest. He went back to River, his boyfriend was now just muttering curses to himself and occasionally kicking the stuck door. The impact of his foot against the wood didn’t seem to be helping his bladder too much, because each time he did it he would whimper loudly and double over— Once or twice Duncan even heard a little hissing noise coming from him as some of his pee spilled out. He didn’t seem able to STOP himself from kicking, though.
“River…?” Duncan said.
“Just let me the fuck in…” River mumbled. “I’m going to fucking burst, you stupid, god damned door…”
“River!” Duncan repeated, louder now.
River snapped out of it. “Pleeease tell me I can go piss soon?!”
“Um…” Duncan swayed back and forth from something that had very little to do with his bladder. “Well… Uh… Outside, there are lots of trees…”
River cringed, tipping his head back. “D—Don’t tease me!” He snapped. “You know I can’t!”
“I—I know, I don’t want to either,” Duncan said. “But, there’s nowhere else, and you’re… You’re about to…”
River wriggled his hips, shifting his bottom against the floor. He thought, for a second, that he’d prefer wetting his pants to the risks merely stepping out the door held. Then, fury boiled inside his chest.
Those fucking bastards from the Organization. They’d controlled his every move when he’d been their prisoner, and they were doing it again now when they weren’t even around! Now, he was going to piss in his clothes because of the terror and paranoia they’d filled him with?!
No!
Never!
River was in charge of River! And River wanted to take a very long, very satisfying leak against a tree! River wanted to do that NOW!
He stood up onto his wobbly legs and hobbled to the front door. He reached a hand, about to open it, and then his arm just froze. He told his hand to go forwards, to grasp the doorknob and turn it. He BEGGED his body to listen to him, but icy chills ran down his spine and without realizing it, he’d backed away completely.
He threw himself onto the couch, hands digging against his crotch and legs crossing in all directions. And he held it.
Duncan’s heart ached as he watched all of that play out. He knew he would have reacted the same way in River’s position. He didn’t want to leave the cabin any more than River did.
He decided now to just sit on the sofa with his boyfriend and try to console him. He’d do his best to encourage the desperate man to hang on, but he knew that would be impossible. He’d just have to help him stand up when he started to wet himself, and reassure him afterwards that it was okay he’d had an accident.
Duncan rubbed River’s taut back, listening as he kept muttering incoherent, angry gibberish about how bad he needed to go. “I’m gonna fucking burst… Hhhh, it hurts so bad…. I can’t fucking keep it in…”
“It’s okay, River…” Duncan soothed. “How long’s it been since you last went?”
“Last night, after you got out of the shower…” River said, miserable.
There wasn’t a clock in this room, but Duncan knew that had been a long time ago. No wonder River was brimming with pee… “You can hold it longer, I know you can do it!”
“I can’t, Duncan,” River said. “I can’t fucking wait anymore. I need to piss so badly that I feel like it’s gonna gush out my nostrils.”
Duncan winced. “Try to think of something else?”
“I can’t do that even if my god damned life depended on it,” River said. “The piss is up to my motherfucking ribcage.”
“Um…. Let’s go back to our bedroom and watch a movie?” Duncan offered.
“I don’t even think I can stand back up,” River admitted. “Dammit!”
“What?”
“I keep— I just can’t stop leaking!” River exclaimed.
Duncan was now worried for the sofa cushions. “Stand up before you—“
“Shitshitshitshitshit!!” River cried, doubling over with an anguished wail. “I’m—“
Duncan heard a louder hiss coming from River. It lasted about three seconds before he was able to stop. Duncan grabbed River’s shoulders and hauled him up, intending to allow him to have his accident somewhere that it would all land on the easy to clean, wood floors. But when he saw the look on River’s face, so anguished and upset, he couldn’t let that happen.
Barely thinking about it, he dragged River to the front door and got it open. He led him down the steps and into the grass. River heaved with panicked gasps the entire time, and Duncan wasn’t sure if that was caused by leaving the cabin or by how much he had to pee.
“I— I really— Oh, Hell—“ River kept choking out, shoving his pajama bottoms and boxers down so that they bunched around his knees, a stream blasted out of him immediately, the drips turning into a furious jet of liquid relief that transformed all of his agony into mind-breaking pleasure.
Duncan was squinting hard now that they were outdoors. He hadn’t seen the sun in so long that the afternoon sky was absolutely painful. The blue was too bright. The white clouds were too bright. The glare of the sun was DEFINITELY too bright. Duncan felt like his eyes were going to be burned right out of their sockets.
“Haaaaahhhhhh….” River moaned, and Duncan turned to look at him, his eyes barely open. They widened a LITTLE more when he saw River had pulled his pants down completely, leaving his butt on full display. He must have been too desperate to mess with the button on his pajamas…
“Sweet… Merciful…” River panted. He just… He couldn’t believe it could feel this good just to take a piss! His urine kept pouring, and he was completely delirious. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, and he registered that it was painful to open them for some reason, but couldn’t work out why. All he could register was that his insides no longer felt like they were pulling themselves apart. “Haahhhhh….” He never wanted this feeling to end!
Duncan’s bladder grew more irritated the longer he watched River go, so he stood beside his boyfriend and unbuttoned his pajamas, releasing his own stream with a soft sigh. “Mmmm….” The pressure slid away from him, his poor bladder deflating for the first time today.
Duncan actually finished first, in spite of starting second. His stomach churned. He knew River had a smaller bladder than he did, so all that moaning and wailing he’d been doing must have been justified if he was still releasing such a violent, forceful stream after all this time.
River finally finished, shuddering hard as he pulled his pants back up. “Jesus fucking.. That feels so much better!” He gasped. “I—“ He looked around, and finally figured out why his eyes had been hurting. He’d just been so focused on GOING that he hadn’t fully paid attention to WHERE he was going; He’d been gushing away into the grass beneath his feet, because he was OUTSIDE.
He was outside for the first time in months.
And nothing bad was happening.
But, fear cinched him anyway and he rushed back to the door, returning to the safety of the inside. Duncan anxiously followed him. They shut the door, and locked it. Then took deep breaths as they stood behind it. Duncan grabbed River’s hand and squeezed hard. River squeezed back, unsure of what to say.
Finally, River spoke; “I— We were just outside.”
“I know…” Duncan nodded shakily.
“A—And it was okay…” River added. “Th—This time…”
“Yeah…” Duncan said, as they started to go back to the couch. They collapsed there and just held each other. “I— I didn’t think I’d ever go out again,” he admitted.
“Me neither,” River agreed. “I… I can’t believe THAT’S what finally got us out there…”
Duncan blushed. “I’ll say… You had to GO, didn’t you?”
“That was probably the worst I’ve ever needed to piss in my entire freaking life, yeah,” River nodded. “I seriously feel like I’m just gonna start fucking floating any second now, must have lost, like, fifty pounds getting all that outta my system.”
Duncan wasn’t sure why, but he smoothed a hand over River’s lower belly, around where his bladder was. River flinched for a second, but then let out another sigh. He was SO sore there that getting a bit of a massage felt pretty good. “Oh, by the way, you’ve got a really cute butt,” Duncan added, making River blush. “Just thought you’d like to know.”
River smiled, because there was a spark of how Duncan had been when they’d first met, that first day of their imprisonment with the Organization, before either of them had known what they were really in for. |
Hugo came home hours later, by which point River was again dying for the toilet. Having brought himself to the absolute bursting point earlier, his small bladder was tired out, his holding muscles sore and not eager to do all that again. But, he felt certain he could hold THIS piss back until the restroom was available again. That didn’t stop him from hovering over Hugo the entire time, hopping from foot to foot and muttering the word “Hurry,” under his breath over and over, though.
Duncan had to go quite a bit by that point, too. His bladder was pinching at him, protesting his vow to let River take the first turn in there.
Not that River waited to be TOLD that he could be first to go. The second the door cracked open, River had shoved his way through it. Duncan heard his zipper getting torn down before the thing had even shut all the way. Through the material, Duncan could make out the hissing crash of River’s desperate stream pouring out, and the fluttery moan he couldn’t help but release. Duncan crossed his legs tightly at all those noises. “Ooohhhh…” he whimpered.
“You really need it too, huh?” Hugo said. “Sorry, River really should have ASKED if he could go fir—“
“I—It’s fine,” Duncan said, letting a hand drop down to his waist and grip around his dick. “I was already gonna let him go first…”
“He still should have asked… I’ve been working on it, but he’s never had the greatest manners.”
“It’s really okay,” Duncan said. He hopped a few times. “I— Ooooh, I need to— I— I’ve sort of noticed River can’t… Wait as long as me.”
“Ah, yeah,” Hugo said. “I’d have to pull over for him pretty much any time we drove anywhere, back before… Before…”
Duncan looked away. He was sure Hugo must have missed being able to go places WITH River. He didn’t know their entire history, but the way Hugo looked at River was the way a man would look at the son he was immensely proud of and loved with all his heart. It must have been soul-destroying not to get to bond with him in the same ways anymore.
Duncan finally heard the toilet flush, and he bobbed up and down as the water moved its way through the pipes. ‘Ah— Hurry, River!’ He thought. He listened to River rinsing off his hands— River seldom really ‘washed’ them after a pee, just ran them under the water for a couple seconds— And, at last, all the torturous, watery noises went away and the door was open.
“E—Excuse me,” Duncan mumbled, pushing past River and Hugo to take his turn.
As he pulled down his pants, he heard Hugo murmuring to River; “See, that’s what YOU should have said once I’d gotten the door open for you, instead of just shoving.”
Duncan sat on the toilet, exhaling breathily as his stream pattered into the water below him and his bladder finally deflated. ‘Hugo even scolds River like he’s his Dad…’ he thought.
“Aw, come on, I— It was kind of hard for me to talk, you know!?” River was saying.
“You didn’t have a problem telling me to ‘hurry’!”
Hugo didn’t sound angry or irritated, and that made Duncan happy. He certainly didn’t think River should be in any trouble for acting that way when he was close to an accident for the second time in one day.
Duncan finished peeing and pulled his pants back up. Unlike River, he DID actually wash his hands after urinating, so it took him a minute before he was back in the hallway. River had gone, but Hugo was still there. “Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked.
Duncan nodded, and followed Hugo back into his bedroom. He felt dread rising up in him, chasing away the last of the relief still lingering after his pee. “What’s wrong?”
“Er, you know how we were talking about River, uh, ‘not holding it for long’?” Hugo asked.
“Yeah,” Duncan said.
“There’s… No way he could have waited all day for me to get home. I’m even surprised YOU did it, I—“
“He couldn’t… Neither of us could,” Duncan said.
“I… See,” Hugo said. “Um, just let me know if any part of the floor needs extra cleaning, or what I need to get washed, and—“
“We didn’t have accidents,” Duncan interrupted. “We… We went outside.”
Hugo’s eyes widened. “You did?! That’s fantastic!”
“Y—Yeah, I think River actually needed to go so much he didn’t totally realize what he was doing… But, it was the only place we could… Do it, so we just went out front and—“
“I’m really proud of you,” Hugo said. “Really. Just yesterday you were both terrified of opening a window, today you’re—“
“I—It was an emergency,” Duncan said. “That was all. River was— He was hurting. I— I really don’t like seeing him in pain, it brings back… Stuff.”
Hugo patted him on the head. “I understand. But still, I’m proud. And you both should be proud, too.”
***
The next morning, Hugo had an announcement. Since River and Duncan had left the cabin once now, Hugo thought it was time to bring them out somewhere for real. Duncan wasn’t so sure, “W—We only went just RIGHT outside our house because it was an emergency…” he said. “That’s all.”
“It would be really good for you both to actually get out,” Hugo said. “We should do it soon, before you lose the nerve you built up after yesterday.”
Duncan didn’t know if they’d really built up any ‘nerve’! All they’d actually done was avoid making a really huge puddle on the floor by any means necessary.
“Wh—What would we do?” River asked. “I don’t… I would maybe feel safer somewhere…” Where WOULD he feel safer? Nowhere but here, he didn’t think! Outside, someone with ties to the Organization could see him and Duncan, could hurt them, could watch them and then follow them back home, and—
An attack would be less likely in a place with lots of witnesses. It would also be hard to keep track of someone if it was really crowded. There was probably a confusing, winding route they could take home, which would make it tricky for anyone to trail after them…
“S—Somewhere… Crowded,” River said finally.
“Crowded?” Hugo asked. “Really, I thought—“
“W—Witnesses,” River explained. “I—If something… Happens.”
Duncan liked the way River was thinking and started to nod.
“A—And, I want us to take a really long and confusing drive home,” River added.
“What?”
“So, if someone tries to follow, they’d lose us!” Duncan said. “Right, River?”
“Yes.”
“So, that would help you both feel safer?” Hugo asked. “You’re sure?”
They each nodded.
“Okay…” Hugo said. “I’ll think of a good spot.”
***
They decided to go to the mall and see a movie. The mall in town was always crowded since it was one of the few places to go for entertainment, and the movie they’d chosen had just been released and was the latest in a highly popular series. There would be tons of people.
Hugo was hopeful he could coax them into looking at some of the stores AFTER the movie, too. But, if they wanted to go straight home, that would be fine. This was still an enormous step towards healing and being friends with the world again.
They arrived at the mall, and Duncan felt… Weird. He felt scared, but there was a certain DEEPNESS to this fear. Like, ice was forming inside of his bones, crystalizing and freezing his joints together. He walked very stiffly through the parking lot, and didn’t make it more than five steps before he’d grabbed onto River and just… Held him. His hands coiled around River’s arm, and only got tighter.
And River… River had been the ‘leader’ when they’d escaped from the Organization. He’d been first around every corner, first through every door… His brain turned to mush and static, only clear thought managing to squeak through; ‘Protect Duncan.’ Over and over again. Just ‘Protect Duncan.’
River would keep Duncan safe at all times. Even if it meant ignoring all of his own fear and pretending that it didn’t exist. “I—It’s okay, Duncan…” River whispered as they followed closely behind Hugo. “I’m in charge, I can handle anything bad that comes our way.”
They entered the mall, and Duncan somehow managed to clutch River even harder. It actually hurt an awful lot… It didn’t help that Duncan was also hanging onto the arm that housed River’s phallo-scar, which STILL got random aches every now and then.
“Okay,” Hugo said, at a volume that River thought would announce to everyone exactly where they were, but was probably barely even above a whisper. “The theater is this way… We have time, do you want to go to a store first?”
Duncan tried to answer ‘no’, that he just wanted to sit in the dark theater where he thought he’d feel safer. But, that icy cold feeling in his bones was moving up higher, it coated his throat, washed over his tongue, sunk into all his jaw… And all of the sudden, the language Duncan had spoken all his life had left him. He just… He didn’t know what was happening, but he couldn’t move his mouth, couldn’t form any words, couldn’t find his voice…
So, he just shook his head.
“You sure?” Hugo asked. “River…?”
“I…” River was able to talk, but his voice came out barely above a whisper. “I don’t think so… Maybe after…”
“Well, okay,” Hugo decided not to push it. Not to push THEM. He found himself wishing he’d paid more attention during that one semester of psychology he’d taken decades ago in high school. How was he supposed to know back then that one day he’d be tasked with taking care of two highly traumatized people and trying to help them ease back into something that resembled normalcy?
He THOUGHT he was doing the right things, he thought taking them out would, over time, help them get better. But, where was the balance? Too fast, and he’d make them panic, maybe just traumatize them further. Too slow, and they’d continue to cocoon themselves at home, becoming more and more detached from anything that wasn’t themselves, Hugo, or worlds they could only enter in books.
He hoped that the speed at which he was trying to move them was correct, but they were both… He’d expected them to be scared, but they were shaking, clinging to each other… Duncan hadn’t said a word since they’d gotten here…
Hugo decided to try and get him to speak. Once he’d talked once, Hugo was sure, it would be a lot easier for him to do it again! So, he’d just ask Duncan a question that couldn’t be answered with a simple yes or no.
They stopped at the concessions before going to their theater. Hugo asked River and Duncan if they’d like something, and was pleased when they both nodded. “What do you want?” He asked. “You can have anything.”
“F…Fruit punch…” River mumbled.
Hugo nodded and, knowing how much River loved fruit punch and how much River WOULDN’T want to have to get up during the movie for anything, he got him a large size so that it would last him. “Duncan? How about you?”
Duncan still hadn’t released River. He wanted to say that he would like a Cola but, just like before, something inside him wasn’t working. The gears in his jaw seemed to have spontaneously grown rusty, because it refused to unhinge and let him speak…
Hugo knit his brows as Duncan remained silent.
Finally, Duncan made a noise, but it didn’t make Hugo feel any better. It was a tiny squeak, almost a whimper. So small that his lips barely moved.
“Duncan…? Is something—”
“D—Duncan likes Cola best,” River informed. “R—Right, Duncan?”
Duncan managed a tiny nod, feeling warm that River had remembered which drink was his favorite.
Hugo got Duncan his Cola and handed it to him. He nervously led them both into the theater and sat down with them. River was eagerly sucking down his fruit punch, and Duncan was taking hesitant, small sips from his cup.
Hugo was concerned. It was almost like Duncan suddenly COULDN’T talk for some reason. But, that didn’t make any sense! Duncan wasn’t sick! He hadn’t even gone outside where he’d be able to catch a cold! Why would he lose his voice? He’d been talking just fine that morning, too!
Duncan clutched River’s hand as the previews started. River clutched back. He kept drinking his punch, having a task to focus on was calming him down somewhat. But, he was really anxious. Not just about being outside, but about Duncan… He hadn’t liked how he’d needed to speak FOR him a few minutes ago, and that little creaky sound he’d made… It all caused River to feel uneasy.
River paused his drinking for a second. “I am in charge, remember?” He said. “There’s nothing I can’t handle, so just leave everything to me, and try to feel safe.” His spine chilled then, and he didn’t really understand why.
Duncan squeezed his hand again, and River returned to his beverage.
The movie began. River actually really enjoyed it. Even before the Organization, movies in an actual theater had been a rare treat for him. This one was so exciting, too. Lots of action and intrigue and things to keep him focused on things other than how scared he was and how—
‘I NEED TO PISS!’ River’s body screamed at him. Jesus fuck… He suddenly realized he’d merely been chewing on the straw in his cup for the last several minutes, all of the punch already gone and filtering through his body— A whole lot of it already asking if it could please be released now. God, he needed the toilet… He crossed his legs, his bladder cramping inside him.
How much time was left in the movie? Could he hold it until— Ah, no. No way could he hold it. Now that he’d noticed it, he was stunned he hadn’t already pissed his pants. He wriggled in his seat. What should he do?! If this had been BEFORE the organization, he’d just stand up, shuffle past Hugo, and use the nearest restroom, because leaving the theater by himself wouldn’t have been terrifying.
But, it WAS terrifying now.
Duncan jumped when River accidentally kicked him while crossing his legs around the other way. He could tell pretty easily what was bugging his partner, but he didn’t know what to do about it, either. He could tell River to ask Hugo, and then they could all take a pee break together?
His lips moved to form River’s name, but no sound came out, and River didn’t notice.
River too had realized he could just ASK Hugo to please, please bring him to the toilet before he exploded, but then he thought that standing up and leaving the theater could give someone a chance to get a good look at them.
‘For fuck’s sake,’ River thought, rubbing his ankles together frantically. ‘What are the odds someone with that organization is IN this theater and will turn from the screen just in time to see you— And somehow be able to tell even in the dark that it’s YOU?’
All the rational thoughts in the world couldn’t chase away that one terrified, illogical one though.
So, River made himself hold it.
He made himself hold it all through the entire last hour of the movie, holding his crotch, bouncing his legs, sitting on his feet and begging his body to hold on. Duncan kept rubbing a thumb over his hand, and River figured Duncan had probably noticed his distress.
Hugo noticed it when the lights came on and he had a clearer view of his surroundings. River was doubled over on himself by then, one hand wedged firmly between his thighs as his legs bobbed up and down.
Hugo’s first instinct was to joke around, ask River if he’d really liked the movie THAT much since he’d been so determined not to miss a second of it. But most of River’s behavior was based in trauma. Of course he hadn’t gotten up for a pee during the movie, he wouldn’t go off anywhere by himself now. So, instead Hugo whispered “You could have tapped me. Duncan and I would have walked with you to the restroom. Let me know next time, okay?”
River just whimpered, he didn’t have the energy to explain why he’d been too scared for that. His body bent so far forward that the top of his head was brushing against the empty seat in front of him.
Crap… Had they both lost their voices now? “River, you okay?”
“I have to go piss!” River whispered sharply.
Okay. Good. He could still talk…
“I— I know, come on. We’ll take you.”
They exited the theater, doing so rather slowly since River was having a great deal of trouble walking and Duncan wouldn’t stop clinging to him. They walked down the hall, passing the first men’s room since it had a line, and finding another out in the main part of the shopping mall. “H—Here,” Hugo said. “This one will be nice and empty and safe for you,” he encouraged. “Go on.”
River scurried in, bladder aching from the anticipation of relief. Once the door had shut behind him and he was now alone in the empty, unfamiliar place, he felt different. The sensation that the world was about to fall apart beneath his feet overtook him and he felt dizzy. The throbbing of his bladder brought him back to reality.
In the time before the Organization, he always used a stall. He’d just gotten used to stalls before his phalloplasty and had never thought ‘Oh, right. I can finally use the urinals now.’ River was a bit of a creature of habit, he supposed.
But, this time, when he stepped into the stall and pulled the lock into place, his heart instantly started slamming around in his chest and he felt blood rushing in his ears. Something in him was screaming ‘NO LOCKS! TOO TIGHT! TOO DARK!’ So, he quickly left the stall and rushed for the row of urinals instead.
Once there, he paused for a second, trying to decide if there was a specific area he was supposed to aim at. His bladder sent him a very sharp plea not to worry about that, so he just took out his dick, hoped he was pointing it at a spot that wouldn’t cause splashback, and prepared for his torment to come to an end.
But then, the strangest thing happened.
There was no stream. There was no relief. There was just an ever-growing pressure in his abdomen that continued to hurt worse and worse.
What. The. Fuck.
Why the Hell wasn’t it coming out? First he’d been fighting not to piss his pants and now he couldn’t piss at all? He rubbed a hand over his lower abdomen, and the pain skyrocketed, but he still didn’t actually pee. The silence of the empty restroom penetrated his ear drums. He kept checking back over his shoulder, all of the shadows in the room becoming twisted and frightening. Some of the stall doors weren’t open all the way, he couldn’t see in them. Anything could be in there.
He just had to hurry up and pee so he could get out of here!
He bounced sharply on his heels a few times, begging his body to please, please just let him piss so that this ordeal could be over with. But, the harder he tried to get his stream started, the more determined his bladder seemed to be to hang onto it.
Finally, the silence became more than he could handle. He zipped himself up and, the second he did, his bladder released a protesting squirt into his boxers. With an angry growl, he pulled his dick back out and aimed, and—
Nothing.
Again.
He wanted to break something.
But, the only thing it looked like he’d be breaking today was his own bladder, unless he somehow managed to get it to empty. He struggled for several more seconds before he gave up yet again. He tucked his member back away and pulled up his zipper. Again, as soon as his pants were closed, a dribble of liquid warmed his crotch. But, he didn’t bother with getting his cock back out. He was pretty sure he already knew what would happen if he did.
He stomped out of the restroom, barely managing to restrain his urge to punch a wall on his way out. He was so frustrated that his steps were harsh and slapped against the ground, sending sick reverberations of need through his bladder. But, he didn’t care. His stupid bladder had been given its chance, it was its own stupid fault that it was still full.
Hugo was still standing beside the door, Duncan clinging around his arm. Duncan released Hugo and grabbed River instead now that he was back. “Mmm…?” he made a low, inquisitive noise that River guessed was broken-voice-speak for “Feel better now?”
“No,” River said. “I— I don’t know what the fuck just happened in there, but I couldn’t piss and now I just gotta go even worse.”
Hugo scratched his chin. He tried to remember if River had used a urinal yet or not… After his phalloplasty, he’d still opted for stalls every time Hugo had seen. “Was someone next to you?” He asked. “Because, that’s normal. Lots of guys get some stage fright if—“
“No. I was the only one in the room,” River interrupted. He’d known what Hugo was getting at, but THAT was not something which applied to him. He’d pissed in plenty of places that weren’t the least bit private back when he was homeless. Another dude being at the urinal next to him would have been NOTHING. “And I can go in front of people. You’ve seen me go before.”
That was true. Hugo had just thought that maybe River would feel differently around a stranger. Apparently not. “So, you… Couldn’t go even though you were alone?”
River shook his head, miserable. “And I still feel like I’m gonna explode my kidneys! I just— I gotta go home. Now. I think I can go there.”
“Are you sure? We still haven’t seen any stores, or gone to din—“
“L—Let’s just order a pizza once we’re back home?” River suggested. “Please? It really hurts…I need— I need to go home!”
Hugo couldn’t say no now that River had admitted he was in pain. But, he was still perplexed by this turn of events. It would be one thing if River froze up because someone was next to him, but this didn’t make any sense to him at all.
Hugo led River and Duncan back to the car. They got into the backseat and he started to drive them in the direction of the forest. “Do you still want me to take the zig-zaggy, long way home?” He asked.
The confusing route would be safest, in case someone had spotted them. But, it would take a while and River just had to go so, so bad… He chose safety over his need for relief. “Yes.”
“Okay,” Hugo said. “If… If you need me to pull over along the way…”
River shook his head. He was certain that if Hugo pulled over, he’d have the same problem again. He just needed to be home…
Duncan was still clutching his arm, and River turned to him. “Long way okay with you?” He asked.
Duncan just nodded, no sound left his mouth. He was still utterly silent.
Hugo drove, a pit forming in his stomach. True, this was only their first trip out, but it had gone just terribly. One of them forgot how to speak, and the other suddenly couldn’t use the bathroom for some reason, in spite of what was obviously a SEVERE need to do so. He hoped the next outing went better. If he could convince them to GO on a second, anyway.
River gnashed his teeth together as the car bounced along. He still wasn’t used to the feeling of being in a moving vehicle again, having to endure that with a full bladder increased the discomfort tenfold. He squeezed his thighs together and bounced his knees.
Duncan inched closer to him. “Mmm… Sor…ry…” he managed to force out.
“I—It’s not your fault,” River assured him, just happy he’d actually said something. “I don’t know what’s going on with me.” He crossed his legs. “I just— I gotta hold it, I guess. I’ll be able to have a piss once we’re back home.”
Hugo was driving slightly above the speed limit. He would not allow River to wet his pants on his watch. He was going to make damn sure the guy made it. When he glanced back at them in the rearview mirror, he saw River had graduated to holding himself again— Both hands, too.
This was bad.
River leaned backwards in his seat, staring up at the ceiling. He could feel every crack in the road, and each one stabbed his bladder without remorse. ‘Why the Hell couldn’t I go at the mall?!’ He kept wondering. Maybe he’d spent so much time inside lately that he’d developed a shy bladder in spite of not having one before?
‘Bullshit. I’ve pissed in fucking bushes with people babbling a few feet away, I don’t get pee-shy. Especially when there’s no god damned people around.’
Wait.
It was the silence in the restroom that had freaked him out, right? The silence, the solitude inside an unfamiliar room where threatening people could very easily hide…
Did he just get… ‘Stage fright’, as Hugo had called it, because people WEREN’T around to look at him while he took a piss? Well, then stage fright was probably the wrong term, but he thought he DID have an idea of what his issue was now. When he thought more about it, the idea of urinating in a packed restroom where people would be sure to see if someone jumped out of a stall and did something to him sounded… Maybe not exactly pleasant, but better than the empty, silent room he’d been in earlier.
If this theory was correct, then River hadn’t spontaneously become pee-shy. He was… Whatever the opposite of pee-shy was. He could only go if someone WAS looking. So, maybe he would have had better luck using the FIRST bathroom they’d passed, the one with all of the people crowded inside it.
Well. A fat load of good figuring all of that out did for him NOW. He was still just going to have to hold it all the way home! He coiled his legs together when they went over a speed bump. He felt like his bladder was being juggled around in the air or something. He looked out the window, but felt like an idiot a moment later. Of course, he couldn’t gauge how close they were to the cabin because he wouldn’t recognize any of the things they were passing.
Which left him with one other option to find out how much longer he had to contain himself; Asking ‘are we there yet?’ over and over like a bored child on a road trip. He didn’t want to do that, it would be so humiliating, and he held off as long as he could. But, eventually the pressure was so bad that he just blurted it out; “Hugo, how much further?”
“It’s going to be about half an hour,” Hugo replied. “Can you do that, River?”
And Hugo’s voice was so paternal, so utterly caring and comforting, that River felt… Well, he wasn’t sure what he felt. His chest and face felt warm, like they did when he was embarrassed. But, it wasn’t a ‘burning’ kind of heat, it was more like being wrapped up in a cozy blanket… “O—Okay,” River said, shifting his position again. “I can make it…”
Duncan squeezed his arm again. “River… Okay?” He croaked.
“Y—Yeah,” River said. He was still deeply concerned by how Duncan was acting, too. The way he was talking or, rather, NOT talking was unsettling.
“Good…” Duncan sighed.
River jiggled his legs. He wasn’t okay. Not really. He felt like he was about to go, right where he was. He was going to piss all over the seat. That thought gripped him with its icy tendrils, shudders ripping up his spine. “H—Hugo?!” River whimpered desperately. “When are we going to be home?” When he didn’t receive an answer within an eighth of femtosecond, he added “Hugo. Hugo, soon, right? Soon?” His bladder cramped so painfully, and a burst of heat soaked his boxers. “Ahhh—!”
Hugo tensely gripped the steering wheel. It had been less than five minutes since River had last asked that. “St—Still about half an hour,” he told him. “I’m sorry.”
River doubled over, bucking his hips against his clenched hands.He sucked his stomach in tight. He felt like it had already BEEN half an hour! He felt like it had been half a day! He couldn’t make it! He’d waited so long already, through the drive TO the mall, through the movie, through the anxiety-induced lock-up in the restroom… It had already been more than his small bladder could handle! He felt a long, slow dribble seep out of him, and he bit his lip to keep from cursing.
“Hold on, River…” Hugo encouraged gently. “I know, it’s an emergency… I’m getting you home.”
Duncan patted River’s rapidly bouncing knee. He wanted to tell River that he’d make it. He wanted to tell River that it would be okay if he had an accident. He wanted to tell River… Anything to make it better! But, while he could get his mouth to move enough to form those words, his vocal cords wouldn’t put in the effort to drag them out.
River leaned into him, coiling up. He pulled his foot into the seat with him, dug it hard into his shimmering crotch, and Duncan saw now that his boyfriend had already had a little spill…
He realized with a heavy heart that River probably WOULDN’T make it home in time.
Another bump in the road was River’s undoing, the next stream that pulsed out of him was violent in its intensity and he couldn’t stop it, he could only restrain it to dribbles. “Bottle!” River cried.
“Huh?” Hugo asked.
“B—Bottle!” River repeated, lip catching between his teeth. “Please! Please— Tell me there’s a bottle in here! I can’t—“ a loud hiss filled the air and interrupted him. “I can’t hold it! I need to go piss NOW.”
Hugo had heard River’s last leak, it had been so forceful that it was impossible NOT to hear it. He hoped the seat underneath River wasn’t too wet. He didn’t care about the seat itself, he was just worried what it would do to River’s self-esteem if he drenched it. Hugo opened the glove compartment.
River anxiously waited, so hopeful. The pressure was increasing again, he’d let out a TON during his last loss of control, and now the rest of his bladder wanted out worse than ever. And from the way his sphincters were trembling, he was certain he was going to burst any second now.
By the time Hugo had found a bottle, River was gasping, grunting, and holding himself so firmly that it was hurting him.
It was tiny, about half the size of a normal water bottle, but River panted out his thanks as he pulled his dribbling cock free from his damp boxers. He shook as he readied himself at the bottle’s opening.
“Ahhh— Hurrryyyy…” River moaned, undoing his seat-belt and scooting forwards. He made quick work of his zipper, the sound of it releasing made his spurting flow restart as Hugo handed him the bottle. Instantly, his bladder cracked open and he was voiding uncontrollably into the little container.
River let out a wail of immense relief, flopping forwards and allowing his sweaty forehead to rest against the back of Hugo’s seat. It didn’t take long for River to become aware of a new problem; The bottle was too small. The heavy stone of his bladder had only just barely loosened up, allowing River a sample of his relief, and then he noticed the bottle was almost completely full.
He didn’t know if he could stop! It just— It felt so good to pee, he didn’t want to stop! He wanted to go and go and go forever! Piss was ejecting from him at full-force, his muscles exhausted from being pulled taut for so long. But, the bottle was nearly overflowing!
River whimpered and clenched his holding muscles, pain erupting from his middle as he tried to cut his stream short. His release slowed to a leaky spurting, but he couldn’t stop.
“Hugo—!“ River gasped. “Where’s— Is there another bottle? This one’s almost full and I’m not finished!” He was trying as hard as he could to quit going, but his bladder wouldn’t listen, sending more and more dribbles out.
“I’m sorry,” Hugo said. “That was the only one I could find. I promise we’re almost there… Try to hold on to the rest until then, alright?”
River whimpered— He could feel there was still SO MUCH left in him!
“You’ve let out a lot of it,” Hugo told him. “That’s enough to give you a little more time.” He just hoped the reassurance would encourage River to make it.
It seemed to work, as River managed to stop any more pee from coming out for long enough to put the cap back on the bottle and stuff his member back into his pants. He winced at the sodden feeling of the material, it was an awful tease, trying to coax him into just giving up and finishing in his pants. But, he was able to restrain that urge. He wasn’t able to force himself to pull up his zipper or put his seat-belt back on.
“Five more minutes,” Hugo promised. “You can make it.”
River was grateful they were so close, but that came with a price. Because, once they’d pulled on to the winding, dirt road that led through the woods and towards their cabin, the ride became painfully bumpy. His bladder responded to each shake of the car by spasming harshly, and his muscles were so frayed from the constant tension that he wasn’t able to stop the warm drips from continually spilling into his clammy boxers. ‘No, please!’ He begged himself. ‘We’re so fucking close! I have to make it now!’ He shook with pain, groaning loudly when the car went into a dip in the road and prompted another loud splash of pee.
Duncan had heard River’s last loss of control and scooted himself closer to him. He stroked River’s arm. “It’s… Okay…” he told him. It was getting easier to speak the closer they got to the cabin. “River… It will only be a few more minutes…”
River relaxed a little at the sound of Duncan’s voice speaking in complete sentences. “I have to piss. God, Duncan, I have to go so fucking bad…” he gritted.
“I know…” Duncan said, kissing his cheek. “Almost there. You can do it.”
The cabin was in sight, finally. River was jiggling like crazy in his seat. He could go soon, he could go very, very soon! Just— Just a few more seconds, please hang on… He shifted, one hand digging between his thighs, the other wound tightly around the door handle, waiting for the car to stop so that he could at last finish his pee.
River jerked the door open and gently stepped out, his legs were jelly and he wobbled, whined, leaned against the car with both of his hands wedged firmly between his knotted legs. His bladder was boiling, burning away within him as he fought to drag himself to the door. Once there, a hot stream trickled down the side of his left leg. It felt like his bladder must have been the heaviest thing in the entire universe. The stream built into a miniature torrent, quickly re-soaking his drying pants. “Ahhh—!” He moaned, shifting frantically from foot to foot.
Hugo had run to the door and thrusted the key into the lock, he twisted it and threw the door open for River, who could now only stare inside as he felt the threatening tremble that told him he’d well and truly explode if he tried to take another step. ‘No, no, no! Fuck!’ He’d fought so hard to make it, and now he was gonna completely pee his pants just as soon as he’d gotten home!
Duncan crept out from behind Hugo, his eyes widening as he figured out what was happening to River— He couldn’t move! “C—Come on, walk with me,” Duncan said, and River sagged against him as Duncan helped him take tiny, half-steps into the cabin. “Almost there, baby…” he said. “Hang on.”
River whimpered the whole way, he was humiliated, but beneath the humiliation there was something a lot more pleasant. Again, his chest was warm, something inside of him going light and happy as he allowed another person to take so much control over him, to manage him and tend to his very pressing need. The gentle, caring tone Duncan was using only intensified those feelings. “Duncan, it hurts…”
“It’s okay,” Duncan turned and opened the door to the restroom. “You made it, you’re here. Can you take the last few steps by yourself?”
River was shaking his head rapidly, he hadn’t stopped dripping little drops since he’d gotten inside, without someone to lean on he’d be forced to feel the full weight of his bladder again. He couldn’t…
Duncan brought him right in front of the toilet, and River allowed the other to move him there. It was… It was nice to have someone else do things for him, to be taken care of… But, the sight of the toilet was just too much, an atrocious spasm gripped hold of his ailing bladder and a rush of pee burst out of him that was unlike any of his previous leaks. He screwed his eyes shut. His mouth dropped open in an unspoken wail of protest, but his bladder was incapable of following directions anymore. He was peeing for all he was worth.
Duncan reached into the still open flaps of River’s pants and pulled his damp, spraying member out, aiming the gushing torrent into the toilet for him. “There…” he whispered. “There you go…”
River’s eyes popped back open when he felt the hand touching his dick, and heard the sound of fluid against water. Duncan was… Doing EVERYTHING for him now. He’d taken his dick out, he’d aimed it, he was still aiming it. River didn’t have to do a thing, apart from just allow his body to continue doing what it NEEDED.
When he realized that, the relief truly hit him. He could just go now. He could let it all out. No more fighting. No more work. Just the pure bliss of emptying his bladder after such a prolonged period of restraint. “Ahhhhhhh….”
“Th—That feeling a little better?” Duncan asked. He felt extremely awkward doing this. He was surprised at himself that he was doing it at all. He just wasn’t going to let River have an accident when the toilet was literally right in front of him.
“Fuck…” River breathed.
Duncan decided that probably meant ‘Yes, Duncan. I feel loads better now. Thank you so much for helping me go pee,’ and he continued to hold River’s member as it sprayed out its waterfall.
And that was when it hit him.
This was… This was the VERY FIRST time he’d ever touched River’s penis. Apart from occasionally feeling up River’s crotch through his clothes, Duncan hadn’t touched his dick until now. Of course, he’d been wanting to do that for a while, this just wasn’t how he’d ever imagined it would happen. He’d imagined it happening at night, they would have been fooling around above their clothes like they often did, and then River would say he finally felt ready to do that without any fabric in the way.
His cheeks grew warmer, because every time Duncan had fantasized about that, it had ended with him making River moan in the EXACT same way he was doing it now. So, part of his imaginary scenario actually HAD come true? He sure was making River moan up a storm now…
As some of the haze of his desperation faded, River was coming to a similar realization. This was the first time Duncan had ever touched his penis— The first time ANYBODY had ever touched it, apart from himself… And, technically, the surgeons, but he didn’t know if that could really be counted.
It felt strange to have another person’s hand on his dick. He’d had other people touch his… old parts, before he’d gotten them fixed, but every time that had happened, it either hurt, or he’d sort of switched his brain off, made himself NOT feel it. This time, he wasn’t switching off, he was feeling everything about this moment. Duncan’s hand was warm and gentle, River’s bladder shrinking and deflating, and all of that felt so amazing…
Finally, the last of his pee had splashed out of him, and he leaned back against Duncan with another moan. He felt utterly exhausted. Today had been so tiring, over-stimulating. Going out in public for the first time in months, watching a loud action movie, worrying about Duncan, holding his pee until he’d started to break…
He barely had the presence of mind to tuck his dick back into his pants. They were cold and clammy now, and he realized he’d probably leaked badly enough that he needed to get changed. He’d do that in a minute, once he’d remembered how to walk again…
Duncan rubbed River’s chest. “Okay now?” He asked.
River nodded. “I have to change…” he admitted.
“D—Don’t feel bad,”” Duncan said. “You… Held most of it. Sorry that I just… Grabbed your thing like that. I should have asked first. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s okay,” River said. “I think I… I needed help.” The words sounded strange on his tongue, foreign. He’d taken care of himself since he was sixteen. Yet, today he’d needed a great deal of assistance with something as simple as using the toilet. That should have been shameful, right? So, then why did he feel so happy that he’d given up his control to someone else? |
“I think that I pushed you both too much,” Hugo admitted that night. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Duncan said.
“It isn’t,” Hugo said. “You both said you weren’t ready, and I… I just really, really don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’re trying,” River told him. “You’re right, we do need to get outside. We can’t hide in here for their rest of our lives.”
“It was too much at once,” Hugo said. “I wish I knew— I wish there was some guide for how to do this, or that I could take you guys to someone… Qualified.” He knew Duncan and River both needed therapy— Probably years of it. But, they’d need to show so many records to get to see a doctor, and with the number of eyes the Organization clearly had, obtaining those records would be a very easy way to get found.
River also knew they needed therapy. But, not only was he scared to go looking, he was sure that if he told his story TO a therapist, they’d think it was a delusion and not something that had actually happened to him. Even with Duncan corroborating it, telling the same story with the same details, it could be written off as some kind of SHARED delusion. And then what would happen?
They could only rely on each other, and on Hugo. And none of them had any idea what they were doing.
Hugo couldn’t shake the feeling that what he’d done today had caused River and Duncan far more harm than good. It ate away at him as he laid in bed that night. He tossed and turned, trying to think of something else he could do to help them recover and feel safe again. Recently, he’d gone out and gotten a gun license, and then a rifle to keep at home— Even though he despised guns. It had been worth it when he saw River and Duncan both visibly relax when he informed them that he had a weapon.
Maybe they’d like to have something they could carry around with them for self-defense? Definitely not a gun, but something like pepper spray? Or a pocket knife? Just anything they could always have on-hand in case they needed it? Hugo didn’t like having to think this way, stuff like this made him sick to his stomach.
***
Duncan had made a mistake.
Every night he tried to remember to use the restroom before going to bed. He HAD to remember to do that, because he was too scared to move around the cabin by himself at night. Tonight, he’d forgotten to go.
And, as a result, tonight was terrible.
He didn’t realize his mistake until River had already started to snore, and he could no longer ask his partner to accompany him without rudely shoving him awake. So, Duncan had told himself to just try to go to sleep and wait until morning.
Half an hour had passed since then and he didn’t know if he could…
He’d tried his best to fall asleep, but relaxation was hard to come by with a bladder that was screaming for release. He’d been holding his crotch for ages. Since River was asleep, Duncan saw no reason to feign any modesty about his situation. He could squeeze away and squirm as much as he wanted.
The trouble was that it really wasn’t helping him all that much. His legs were crossed, his dick was being firmly clutched, and still his bladder scorched within him, pee pounding in a harsh rush against his opening.
This whole situation felt awfully familiar to him, too. When he’d been younger, his parents had sent him to a fancy boarding school once he’d entered the sixth grade. The rules at the school were extremely strict, and his first day there it had been stressed to him that there were no exceptions for the nightly curfew; He was NOT allowed to leave his dorm after eight PM, unless the place was on fire.
And, Duncan had misunderstood this rule completely. When the headmaster had said “No leaving the dorm”, he’d thought that meant he wasn’t allowed out of his room during the night. And, his first night there, he’d woken up in his unfamiliar bed, badly needing to relieve his bladder. He’d started to crawl out, when he’d remembered the rule. He had to stay in his room until morning!
It had been impossible for him to fall back asleep, his bladder was much fuller than he could recall it EVER getting. His pajamas were loose, but still felt like they were strangling his middle. He tried and tried to wait for his alarm to go off, hopeful that he could be first in line for the restroom at the end of the hall, but before he knew it, he was flooding his pants and no amount of clenching helped him regain control. His pants and sheets were completely drenched within seconds, and he just had to lay there, fearful of what was going to happen when his dorm-mates woke up and found him soaked.
The teasing the next morning was worse than Duncan could have imagined, and it all made him so frustrated that he’d shouted at everyone. One of the dorm supervisors heard, of course, and came to see what was happening. Fighting back tears and still damp with urine, Duncan exclaimed “It isn’t MY fault that I can’t go to the toilet after eight in the evening!”
So, the supervisor had re-explained the rule to him; He WAS allowed to leave his room and relieve himself whenever he needed to. He just wasn’t allowed to leave the building during the night. Duncan’s dorm-mates laughed at him even more after that— They’d thought it was hilarious enough that he’d just peed the bed, but once they knew he’d had an accident because of a silly misunderstanding, they thought it was twice as funny.
Duncan had felt like such an idiot…
Now, here he was trying to do the same thing all over again. Trying to restrain his bladder until morning came when he knew how unlikely he was to actually do it. Except, this time, when the inevitable happened, he’d probably drench River too. Truth be told, he and River had accidentally gotten pee on one another during the night lots of times before. They both had so many nightmares, and sometimes their bladders would empty in response. Some mornings, they each woke up so wet that they couldn’t tell which of them had had the accident, or if BOTH of them had done it.
When Duncan peed in his sleep and got River wet, River was never angry. The same was true if River leaked some on Duncan. They both knew it was uncontrollable. They’d just change and try to forget that it had happened.
If Duncan had an accident now while he was awake and fully cognizant of what was happening, it wouldn’t be the same. River may easily believe Duncan had just had a bad dream again, but Duncan would still know the truth, and it would weigh on him like a lead ball chained to his ankle.
Duncan had to keep it in, he had to do whatever it took to keep it in. He squirmed, rubbing his knees against one another with a whimpering moan.
River stirred, and for a second Duncan thought he may have woken him up. He’d feel bad, but also relieved that he could ask River to take him to the bathroom. A moment passed, and River’s arms groped forwards, wrapping around Duncan and tugging him closer to his body.
He was still asleep…
Normally, Duncan would be happy for the cuddling, but now he had far less room to move when his body was begging him to squirm in all directions. He could still keep his hands on his cock, could still pinch himself shut, but he couldn’t kick his legs about or flail his feet around. His bladder seared, feeling more full by the second.
He also could no longer just give up and FORCE himself to hurry through the spooky, dark cabin until he got to the toilet. River had him stuck in bed now.
‘Just hold it…’ Duncan thought. ‘You can wait.’ His bladder throbbed mercilessly. It couldn’t wait.
There were a few things Duncan could do when he was desperate for relief and had no way of obtaining it. Apart from the squirming and clutching, there was one other thing that sometimes helped him out. He didn’t do it every time he had to pee— There were a lot of situations where he just COULDN’T do it— But, when he COULD do it, it always took a TON of the edge off.
He’d discovered it when he was in tenth grade. He’d been the last one to leave the boarding school’s library one night, and he’d gotten into the elevator to head back down, bouncing on his toes and cursing the sound of the heavy rainstorm outside.
Duncan had been in a big hurry for two reasons; One, he only had about thirty minutes before he’d miss curfew and get into trouble. Two, he was absolutely bursting for a piss and the men’s room at the library had been out of order.
He’d considered using the women’s— No one was around to see him do it, after all— But, he’d decided against it, certain he could make it to his dorm before he exploded. He’d regretted his choice immensely when the elevator got stuck.
He hit the emergency button over and over again, because he was having one of the most serious emergencies of his life, but there wasn’t any response. It was then that he realized the lights had gone out on all of the buttons, and that the elevator had stopped because the power was out.
He was going to have to hold it until it came back on. Duncan had tried everything, squirming, hopping, twisting in all directions and squeezing himself as tight as he could, grateful that he was totally alone in the dark. He’d begun to fantasize about just unzipping and pissing a flood into one corner of the room, but grew scared his parents would be called upon to replace the carpet.
He and his parents ALREADY didn’t get along that well, and the thought of how mad they were sure to be if he damaged school property with his piss made him all the more determined to hold it.
But, he COULDN’T hold it! It was almost coming out of him! He was going to have an accident before long! He hadn’t gone since that morning, he was gonna explode, he couldn’t—
Remembering his one other pee of the day, taken almost immediately after he’d woken up, he recalled he’d had a little trouble getting his stream started at first. That wasn’t uncommon for him early in the morning, since he tended to wake up with…
Well. He shared his dorm room with three other guys… And there were certain very important things Duncan HAD to do and NEEDED privacy for. When school was in session he had trouble attending to… to certain needs as often as he’d like. And… Yeah, maybe he’d get kind of ‘pent up…’
He had wet dreams. A lot. They humiliated him whenever one of his dorm-mates noticed. He swore he got random ‘What? Why?! I wasn’t even thinking about anything!’ boners more often than anyone else must have gotten them. And, pretty much every day, he’d have morning wood.
And, he couldn’t piss until it had gone down.
He couldn’t piss if he was… Duncan had felt disgusted with himself for even considering it, but he thought maybe it would help him hold it if he…
He didn’t have to work that hard to talk himself into trying it. He’d just… Started doing it. Right there in the darkened elevator, over his clothes, and it… It DID make it easier to hold on.
A couple years later, he was stuck in traffic and dying to go. He was alone in his car, and the windows were tinted so no one could see in. Again, he’d fondled himself overtop of his pants until his dick was too hard to let anything out. It had worked.
It could work NOW, too. River was sleeping, Duncan was basically alone… His bladder was sending him some VERY angry signals that if he didn’t do SOMETHING, he was going to explode.
Duncan’s hands went from squeezing his tip to rubbing at his dick. After a few seconds, he tucked one hand down below his waist-band to stroke himself properly. This wasn’t like the time in the elevator— At that point in Duncan’s life, a sharp enough gust of wind outside was enough to get him hard. It took longer for his cock to respond, not helping was how terribly his bladder was hurting. It kept throbbing so powerfully and painfully that it cancelled out all the good feelings of his hand working his length.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to come up with a fantasy. Naturally, the first thing his body WANTED him to fantasize about was simply running to the toilet, sitting down and having a long, satisfying piss. But, imagining THAT was not going to help. He needed something else.
He’d… Touched River’s dick today. For the first time. He was still surprised by how warm it had felt in his hands, by the contrast between the smooth skin and the rougher areas of scar tissue. It wasn’t exactly what he’d expected it to feel like, and he was so curious about how River’s dick would react to different touches…
There was a part of him that was wary of his curiosity. He’d been with other men before, and hadn’t ever thought about their dicks in this kind of detail. He’d never felt the urge to compare any of their dicks to his own to the same degree he did with River’s. Was he only more fascinated because he had feelings for River that he hadn’t had for anyone else, or was his fascination just voyeuristic, or fetishism? Was he disrespecting River in his mind any time he started wondering about things relating to his body, or was it just completely normal to be having those thoughts about someone he was so attracted to?
Duncan sighed, he was trying to get his dick hard as diamond, this wasn’t the time to be stressing out about that stuff, was it? River had never gotten upset by any of the questions he’d asked before, so he must not have ever said anything bad, right? Or, at least, if he had, River knew it was an accident?
Oooh, accident… Duncan’s bladder cramped up, a drip of urine pooling warmly on his tip and rolling across his skin. He was gonna have an accident… He tried picturing River from earlier, moaning away as Duncan held his dick… Except, instead of moaning because he was relieving himself, he was moaning because Duncan was pumping his cock expertly, making him feel better than he ever had before in his life.
Duncan kept up the strokes against his length, moving faster and faster, wriggling his hips urgently. Heat was building inside him, and he couldn’t tell if it was arousal or his piss trying to force its way downwards. He felt himself getting stiffer, his cock beginning to lift and stand, some of his need to piss fading the more excited the rest of him got.
The tricky thing about doing this was that Duncan couldn’t actually allow himself to get off. He’d made that mistake the first time in the elevator, he’d just gone so long without cumming that within minutes he’d done it in his pants and then nearly wet himself once he’d finished. If he came, it would take all the strength in the world not to pee right after. Duncan didn’t have that kind of strength tonight.
He had to pleasure himself enough to maintain his erection, but not so much that he orgasmed. The more he thought about jerking off River, the closer and closer he felt to cumming. He kept feeling it building up, tightening inside him, his dick begging for more caresses, and he’d fight to restrain himself and slow back down. He was beginning to pant and gasp, twitching with two different kinds of very urgent need— Neither of which he was allowed to grant himself.
The fullness of his bladder, for whatever reason, now seemed to be heightening the intensity of his ecstasy. Something about all that pressure weighing down on his most sensitive area, all while he stroked and stroked away at it, was creating an absolutely exquisite sensation that had pre-cum leaking out and coating his hand. “Mmmf… Nnnh…” he mewled into the quiet night. He was beginning to picture River on top of him and inside of him, rubbing his cock as he moved faster and faster. “River… Ah…”
He was getting bleary now, and he perhaps felt a little silly jerking off while fantasizing about the man literally laying right next to him, holding him, but that only made him even more excited. River WAS touching him now, just not—
Wait.
Was this okay to be doing? River was asleep right now, if he didn’t want Duncan masturbating next to him, he couldn’t tell him, he wasn’t aware of it… This was… This was wrong, wasn’t it? Duncan made himself slow back down, his urgency to pee already spiking as soon as he’d stopped playing with his dick.
It… It wasn’t like he was touching River or doing anything TO River, but he was still… This was probably something he should ask permission to do? ‘Hey, River, if I’m ever in bed and about to piss my pants, and you’re asleep next to me, do you mind if I edge myself so I can hold it easier?’
Guh, what kind of a question was that!?
His dick was twitching now, still hard but starting to go softer with the lack of stimulation, and he was needing the toilet worse and worse with each second. “Nnnh…” he gripped his cock again, squeezing and whimpering, and— And, oh GOD he needed to—
River stirred beside him, groggily sitting up, there was a rustling as he fanned his legs, and then a pained sounding moan.
“River—“
“Duncan, you’re awake?” River asked.
“Ye—“
“Oh, thank God, I have to go piss SO bad, can you please come with me?”
“H—Huh?”
River whispered, even though they were alone. “It freaks me out to leave our room at night. I want you with me. I—If you’re too sleepy, I’ll try and—“
“N—No!” Duncan said, perhaps a little too loudly. “I’ll go! I— River, I’ve been needing the restroom too, just didn’t want to wake you up about it.”
“Y—You could ha—“ River broke off, bending over on himself, before frantically scrambling from bed.
Duncan followed him, hopping up and down as soon as he was on the floor. The cold wood on his bare feet was intensifying his need to such a degree that he couldn’t pull himself upright all of the way.
Anxiously, they both left their room and fumbled down the hallway.
Duncan always let River go first, because he knew River had a smaller bladder than he did, but after hours of such intense discomfort, he was already nearly going as soon as he saw the door to the toilet. “River, I’m— I’m sorry, I think I need to use it first…”
River winced, gripping the crotch of his pajama pants tightly. “Duncan, I’ve already… My bladder is REAL sore from earlier, and—“ He stopped. Duncan looked like he was going to collapse into a puddle if he didn’t relieve himself within the next minute. “Ah, can we go together?”
“H—Huh?”
“I can’t wait, you can’t wait. Let’s just—“
“I—“ Duncan struggled, wanting to explain that he didn’t feel safe having his back to the door while he peed, and that he didn’t know if they could share the toilet if he was sitting down. He could stand just this one time, except it would be extra frightening to be facing away from the door at night… “I— I sorta… Almost always sit to—“
River shrugged. The first few times he’d peed standing up, he’d sort of… Missed a little. It had taken practice for him to get good at it. Hugo had encouraged him to keep trying, and eventually he no longer had trouble. Maybe Duncan had just never gotten good at it. “If your aim’s THAT bad, we’ll just—“
“No— It’s— I wanna be able to see the door!”
“Oh…” River said. He could understand that. He didn’t like facing away from the door THAT much either, but… God dammit, he and Hugo had spent a TON of money and he’d given up part of his arm so that he could stand to piss, so of course he was going to do it! “Er… Spread your legs apart, and I’ll try to… Ugh, I dunno, Duncan. I can’t hold it anymore, I just gotta piss.”
They could TRY that… “O—Okay,” Duncan said, hurrying in and yanking his pants down.
River followed, unbuttoning his pajamas and pulling himself free. A little drop of pee was visible on his tip, so Duncan KNEW that they either had to go together or pick which one of them would pee on the floor. Once his pants were down around his ankles, Duncan threw himself onto the seat and unclenched his aching muscles, a powerful jet of pee spraying out into the bowl below him.
“Ahhhh….” Duncan smiled, shutting his eyes in bliss. His bloated abdomen was shrinking away, and his lower stomach felt almost like it was being treated to a wonderful massage. All the tension finally fading away into nothingne—
“L—Legs!” River gasped out.
Duncan blinked his eyes open, confused, then realized that his legs were drawn together and River had no way of using the toilet himself. He quickly spread them apart, giving River a view of his cock pointing into the bowl, and the heavy stream spraying out of it.
River aimed as carefully as he could, kneeling down a bit so that he’d have less room for error, he was dribbling the entire time he was getting himself situated, and pissing full-force as soon as he was in the right spot. “Hahhh….”
Duncan’s eyes widened, River wasn’t peeing on his thighs like he’d been a little worried about, but his stream would occasionally make contact with the tip of his dick. It didn’t feel… Bad. His cock was super raw and sensitive from not just his desperation, but the edging session from earlier as well. Anything touching it was going to feel good, even bits of River’s piss…
It was especially going to feel good when he was still enjoying the euphoria of his relief. His cock twitched, starting to react to how amazing it felt to finally go. His release dwindled from being a steady, rushing stream to coming out in big spurts that he had to push down harder on to get out. He’d gotten WAY too full.
Duncan was finally drained, but he had to keep sitting there a while longer since River still wasn’t done. Duncan didn’t mind having to wait. He sort of NEEDED to stay sitting while he tried to catch his breath and become reacclimatized to how it felt NOT to be overflowing with urine.
River’s stream slowed to a stop and he stayed as he was for a second, now feeling very awkward. They’d just done something REALLY weird, and now River had to…. “Er, I have to… Shake, you know? And I don’t want it to fly on you.”
Duncan reached down and shook his own dick before silently standing and scooting past River. River shook the last drops off of his tip and put his dick back in his pants.
River went to wash his hands next and then groaned.
“Hm?”
“One of us should have just used the sink,” River said. “That would have been LESS strange, right?”
Duncan doubted if he could make himself pee in a sink. He usually couldn’t even get it to work when he was in the shower! “It’s okay,” Duncan said. “At least we both made it, right?”
“Yeah,” River said. “I really didn’t think I was going to.”
“Me neither,” Duncan admitted. “Let’s go back to bed now… And maybe not drink so much before we go to sleep tomorrow.” |
River and Duncan had both suffered a number of injuries when they were imprisoned by the Organization. Most of them had healed, leaving behind just physical and mental scars. But, one of the injuries Duncan had gotten had left what looked to be a permanent issue behind.
He’d gotten hit extremely hard in the middle with a very, very heavy object. It had been one of the worst pains he’d ever felt in his life, and while he HAD healed up for the most part, it still did effect him. He couldn’t eat too quickly without worrying about throwing up, and sometimes when he sneezed hard enough his bladder would get… Leaky. Even if he didn’t have to go that badly, a sneeze could prompt some dripping and he’d have to run to the toilet.
He didn’t think River or Hugo had noticed it yet. He never spurted enough to leave a mark, after all. And he didn’t think the way he always hastily mumbled “E—Excuse me, I need to go…” before rushing to the restroom was TOO suspicious.
Duncan didn’t want them to know about this.
He’d NEVER leaked in his pants from sneezing before, and he KNEW that the harm done to his body by the Organization was to blame for his new problem. It made him pretty angry, he hadn’t known that ‘not wetting my pants a tiny bit every time I sneeze’ was something he shouldn’t have taken for granted.
Duncan couldn’t hide his problem forever. A few days after his and River’s first real outing, they both had really terrible colds. Hugo had expected them to maybe get a little sick as they re-entered the world, spending all their time inside meant they weren’t exposed to as many germs, their immune systems may have been affected.
He hadn’t expected them to get quite THIS sick, though. He actually considered postponing all of the deliveries he’d been planning to make so he could stay home and take care of them. River had insisted he leave, though. Their customers were waiting, and River had taken care of himself while sick plenty of times.
Being reminded that River had once simultaneously endured pneumonia and a horrendous case of food poisoning while alone on the streets had done very little to make Hugo feel better about leaving them alone. It did the opposite, made him want to take care of River even more to make up for all that time he hadn’t been there.
“I’ll be fine,” River said. “I’ll take care of Duncan.”
‘You need someone to take care of you,’ Hugo thought. River eventually convinced him to go, only by pointing out that someone had to go buy medicine anyway and Hugo could make the deliveries on the same trip.
River and Duncan had then just stayed in bed, trying to sleep off the sickness. It was hard, though. No matter how they laid, their noses would quickly become clogged and it would be hard to breathe. River started to cough violently at one point and forced himself up to retrieve some water.
“No, let me,” Duncan said.
“I can—“ River was interrupted by another hacking cough. “I ca—“
“Lay back down,” Duncan told him.
River listened, turned onto his other side, and retched some phlegm into his mouth. Cringing with disgust, he shut his eyes and tried once again to sleep.
Duncan groggily stumbled to the kitchen and grabbed some water bottles from the fridge. He opened one and started to sip from it. God, his throat hurt so badly, like it was full of little needles and blades. Every swallow hurt him, he could feel the ache move up his throat, through his jaw, up to his ears…
But, the hydration was helping him a little. He was so, so thirsty. Before he knew it, he’d already emptied that bottle and had to refill it. He drank it more slowly now, returning to the bedroom and handing the other bottle to River.
River drank it gratefully, then laid back down once it was drained. “Want me to refill it?” Duncan asked, finishing his own bottle off again.
“N—No, I’m fine for now,” River said. “I want to sleep…”
Duncan could agree with that. He got back into bed and snuggled up to River. At least, since they were BOTH already sick, they could cuddle as much as they wanted without worrying about the spread of germs.
***
Duncan was out on a date with River. A real one. A normal one. Not just sitting on the couch with him, watching movies, eating chips and calling it a ‘date night’. They were outside, at a real restaurant, like what regular people did.
Neither of them felt scared, and Duncan had a vague memory that everyone connected to the Organization had been arrested and could never hurt anybody again. He and River were safe forever now. They could do anything.
Duncan felt so free, just being able to sit with River out in public and talk openly, as loudly as he wanted. His voice came out easily, he didn’t need to fight for his words, they were just there. Just like they were supposed to be. Just like they’d been in the days before the Organization.
Duncan mostly had to use his mouth to drink water, though. For some reason, he was extremely thirsty. He drank and drank until his stomach was making sloshy noises. River actually told him to slow down, which was funny since usually it was River who ate or drank too fast.
They ate and talked, and just enjoyed one another’s company, and their surroundings. It was so nice to see walls that weren’t just plain brown wood, floors that weren’t more of the same. It was nice to have a world that wasn’t confined to just one tiny cabin in the middle of a forest.
All that water had to go somewhere though, and soon Duncan was squirming. He couldn’t remember how far they were from home, but was sure it would be too far for his bladder. So, he waited until there was a pause in their conversation and said “E—Excuse me, River, I need to go.”
River nodded and waved him off. River didn’t need to be scared about being alone at the table. Duncan didn’t need to be scared about going to the bathroom by himself. Everything was fine now, everything was better.
Duncan was eager to start feeling better in another way, though. He stood from the table, feeling a rush of pressure that made him bend forward at the waist a little bit. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed how much he had to go before! When he looked down, his belly looked rounded and hard, straining from all the liquid stuck in it.
He walked in the direction of the restrooms, already feeling relieved when he saw the sign for the men’s. He reached out and turned the knob, but it didn’t come open. He paced in place, his nose twitching with irritation. His bladder didn’t want to wait anymore…
Duncan leaned against the wall and crossed his legs, rubbing his knees together. His middle felt heavy, like it was weighing him down. It was so hard to stand upright when the boulder of his bladder was dragging him back down. Several minutes passed, and the restroom door didn’t open. Not wanting to be rude, but knowing he didn’t have much time left, Duncan knocked on it. “Excuse me… I… How much longer are you gonna be in there?” He rocked on his heels as he waited for a reply.
“Ugh…” came a pained voice from within. “Sorry, it’s going to be a while…”
Duncan nibbled on his lip, the surges from inside him growing more insistent. “Er… Can you hurry? I’m sorry, I really need to—“
“S—Sorry, I have a stomach condition,” the other guy said.
“O—Oh…” Duncan winced. He hadn’t meant to embarrass that guy, he just really had to go! He turned around to look at the women’s room at the other end of the hall. If they were single-stalls, then it really shouldn’t matter which one he used, right? He started for it, but was beaten by a woman and her three young children. He squeezed his thighs together, nervously looking down at his bloated stomach. Those kids and their mom were gonna take forever in there…
Duncan had to find somewhere else to unload his burden.
He went back to the table and told River that his toilet break had been unsuccessful. “It’s urgent,” he said with a blush.
“That’s okay,” River said. “I don’t mind looking for another bathroom.”
They paid and left the restaurant, and Duncan hopped fretfully from foot to foot as he glanced all around. He could hear his pee sloshing each time he jumped, could feel it pushing more and more against his opening. His middle was so swollen he looked like he had spontaneously grown a beer-gut. He wanted to hold himself, but didn’t want to do it in front of River until he just HAD to.
River took his hand, clearly trying to calm him. Duncan squeezed down on it hard. “Let’s… Let’s try the comic store across the street,” he said, leading Duncan that way. Duncan was scrambling to keep up, tripping over his feet as he tried to cross his legs and walk at the same time. His bladder was cramping hard, twisting in his gut and making him bite down on pained groans. He had to go so bad that it was giving him a migraine!
They made it to the comic store, and there was a sign taped right on the door saying the toilet was only for customers. That wasn’t a problem, though. River had money, and he loved to collect manga, so they wouldn’t have trouble buying something so that Duncan could piss.
They entered, and River was already talking to the lady behind the counter. “I’m gonna buy something, but is it alright if he uses the toilet right now?”
She nodded, pointing towards the restrooms. “Ah, thank you,” Duncan gasped out, rushing that way. He shoved the door to the men’s room open and burst inside. Finally, finally…
There weren’t any urinals on the wall, and he worried for a second that he’d gone through the wrong door. (He HAD done that a few times when he was younger and dying to piss.) But, when he checked, the sign was indeed blue and said ‘men’s’ on it. So, they just hadn’t installed urinals here for whatever reason. That was fine, he could use a stall.
Already unzipping, he rushed into the first one, but it was just… Empty. The toilet paper dispenser was attached to the side, but there wasn’t a toilet, nor any piping where one might have once been. Confused, Duncan left that stall and tried the second, but that one was the same. Now, he was frustrated and starting to panic. The third and final stalls were also identical. Nowhere for Duncan to actually GO, and his bladder was sending him a lot of extremely loud messages that he couldn’t carry on NOT going for much longer.
The sinks! Yeah, he’d just use the sinks! He sometimes struggled using things that weren’t toilets, but with as bad as he had to pee right now, he didn’t think it would be a big obstacle. He’d just pretend the sink was a funny shaped urinal, and that should be enough to trick his body into letting it out.
He hurried to the row of sinks, reaching past his fly to retrieve his cock. But, once he was AT the sinks, he realized this plan wouldn’t work, either. The sinks didn’t have any drains, they were completely smooth. If he flooded one with his pee, he would be unable to wash away the evidence.
Instead of freeing his dick, he just squeezed his hand around it, savoring the tiny bit of relief that granted him. This was such a weird place. No urinals, no toilets, no drains in the sinks… It was like the restroom was just there for show and not meant to be used at all for anything!
He was still clutching himself when he left the room. He’d intended to let go when he saw River again, but he found that to be impossible. River noticed, of course. “Could you not go here, either?”
Duncan shook his head. “The bathroom didn’t have any toilets,” he stated, the words sounding odd to his own ears.
River, for some reason, didn’t seem to think that was odd at all. He just shrugged. “Meh, okay. Let’s try another place, then.”
They left the store, and River showed Duncan the manga he’d chosen. Duncan wished he hadn’t, since a quick flip-through of the pages told him the plot revolved entirely around a martial artist that had discovered he fought better if he had to pee and so always held it before a big match. “Nnnh, I’m glad my problem apparently helped you choose, but I still have to go, remember?”
“I— I know,” River said. “I’m just trying to think of where you can…” He looked around. “I mean, when I was homeless, I had a hard time finding a spot to piss pretty often. Sometimes, I’d have to go behind buildings, or a bush, or—“
“I d—don’t like peeing in public,” Duncan complained, bouncing away and squeezing his member tighter by the second.
“It’s just an option,” River said. “Only if we can’t find you a toilet and you NEED to. Wanna keep looking?”
“Y—Yes!” Duncan cried.
So, they kept searching. They found restrooms easily enough, but something always prevented Duncan from using them. They’d be locked, out of order, closed for cleaning, or not contain any toilets. Duncan was getting dizzy from how desperate he felt, his chest was hurting too, like the piss was flooding up into his ribcage. With as swollen as he looked, it may well have been.
Finally, he found a bathroom that was open AND had a toilet inside— Something he didn’t think should have been so hard! He dragged himself up to a urinal and pulled his dick out. Finally, finally… No more pressure. He relaxed, and his pee slammed out of him furiously, striking the urinal with an ear-splitting hiss.
But, for some reason Duncan didn’t feel better at all. He still felt like he was desperate to pee while in the midst of going! He didn’t feel even the tiniest lessening of the pain inside him, if anything it was just getting worse the longer he stood there and went! It was so bad that he was bouncing on his feet, hopping back and forth between them— Doing a pee dance even though he was ALREADY peeing!
Maybe he’d just needed this so much that it was going to take time before he felt the relief? That didn’t sound right, but it was the only explanation he could think of. So, he waited, peeing away and begging for that loose, fluttery feeling to hit him and chase away all the aching pangs. Over a minute passed. He didn’t feel better. His stomach was still protruding outwards, still stretched. Two minutes went by. It still hurt so bad. Three minutes. Four minutes. Five minutes. His piss kept flooding so viciously, no end in sight. It was like he was going to be trapped there forever now, voiding endlessly and never feeling even the tiniest smidge of relief.
Six minutes, and now he’d been going so much that the urinal couldn’t drain it fast enough. Pee was splashing out onto the floor, and he felt terrible about the mess, but he couldn’t make it stop! All he could do was shuffle over to the NEXT urinal and begin flooding that one instead, but within minutes the same thing had happened, and he just wanted it all to stop. His entire body felt full. His head was pounding, his chest hurt, he could barely breathe, and—
Duncan’s eyes blinked open and he was staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. His hands were tucked painfully between his tense thighs and his legs were knotted up into a confused pretzel. Of course, all of that had been a dream. He should have known. It was too unrealistic.
Especially the part about the Organization being gone…
He couldn’t spend time wishing that THAT part of his dream had been true, he had too many other things to worry about. First of all, dear GOD did he need to pee. Second, he felt even sicker than he had before his nap. He had the worst migraine in the history of migraines and couldn’t breathe out of either of his nostrils. Third, River was awake and coughing again, so Duncan knew he had to refill the water bottles, but— Ohhh, peeing had to come first!
“River,” Duncan rasped. “I—I’ll get you some water after I use the bathroom, okay?”
River nodded weakly, didn’t even try to protest and say he could do it himself. He was accepting the help he needed. “I g—gotta go after you, okay?” He said.
“W—We can go together agai—“
“N—No,” River said. “I’m not bursting, an’ I’m too dizzy to do it standing right now, it’ll go everywhere.”
Duncan got out of the bed and River followed. Duncan wanted to run to the toilet as fast as he could, but he had to take slow, careful, deliberate steps to avoid spilling his bladder all over himself.
They got to the hallway, and Duncan felt the most awful thing in the world; a tickling sensation in his nose.
No. No. If he sneezed now, it wouldn’t just be a dribble that came out…
He squeezed his dick with both hands as he shuffled along, trying to pick up the pace and fight back the urge to sneeze. The pressure in his head and bladder both worsened, his nose twitched and wrinkled up. Don’t sneeze, don’t sneeze, please don’t—
Too late. Duncan sneezed loudly and forcefully, and his abdominal muscles all contracted at once, forcing out an immense wave of pee that instantly soaked through his pajamas and splashed on the floor.
“O—Oh, hurry—“ River said, grabbing Duncan’s arm and trying to help him along.
“Achoo!” Duncan sneezed again, and his bladder reacted with an even more powerful leak. “Achoo! Achoo!” Every sneeze pushed more pee from his body, drenching his legs and pooling into a puddle at his feet. He would regain control for a fraction of a second, sneeze again, and then he’d be back to pissing. Finally, he just couldn’t stop going, his control had shattered completely and he was just going to keep peeing until he was empty. Through it all, he continued to sneeze.
River was staring, chest tightening. Poor Duncan… Of course, his body was weaker since he was sick, and sneezing so many times would have made it harder to hold… River put a hand to Duncan’s shoulder, unsure of what to say. He wasn’t good at delicate things like this. “Um… There, there? Just let it out?” He mumbled uncertainly.
“I— I couldn’t—“ Duncan spoke through a mouth full of phlegm, voice choppy and rough. “Ugh…” He felt so gross. Sick as could be, snot running down his face, eyes burning, throat filled with gunk, and lower body coated in piss. He couldn’t believe River was able to handle touching him now. He also couldn’t believe he still wasn’t finished urinating. He wished it would just stop. Nothing about this release felt good. It was revolting and humiliating and so, so pathetic. His bladder just kept contracting inside him, it honestly just sort of hurt…
“I— I know you couldn’t,” River tried to soothe. “It’s just an accident… You’re just really sick, that’s all…”
The final few spurts finally trickled out and Duncan was shaking his head. “I—It’s not just because I’m sick.”
“Sure it is,” River said. “Your body’s all worn out and stuff, so—“
“I— I always pee some when I sneeze,” Duncan admitted. “But, since I had to go real bad this time, there was… More.”
River thought about that, and realized that every time he’d heard Duncan sneeze, it had been followed by him hastily running to the toilet. So, he leaked whenever he sneezed? Even if he didn’t need to pee very much? “I—I guess that’s how it is for some people, then,” he said finally. “Don’t be embarra—“
“It wasn’t always— I didn’t used to—“ Duncan sighed. “You remember when I had those weights thrown into my stomach?”
Of course River remembered. It had been terrifying to see. He nodded.
“Well… After that, some stuff’s been acting weird,” Duncan explained. “You know how I eat slower than y— Well, I guess everyone eats slower than you… But, if I eat too fast, I throw up.”
River recalled Duncan scarfing down their first meal after their escape, and then suddenly looking worried and running to the bathroom… He hadn’t known all of his food was coming back up. “Oh.”
“And, also ever since then, sneezing has made me pee. I think the weights did something to my insides.”
River wished Duncan could see a doctor… Hugo had had enough first-aid training to tend to all the wounds they’d had, but no way could Hugo fix something that was internal. What if there was some super serious damage to Duncan’s body, and they didn’t know because they couldn’t see it?
“W—Well, it’s okay,” River said, knowing it really wasn’t. This sounded like it would be a permanent thing Duncan would have to live with now; A life-long injury which he’d done nothing to deserve. “Accidents happen… I mean, you’ve seen me have one.”
Duncan nodded. River had utterly drenched his pants out of fear when they’d been with the Organization. Duncan frowned, realizing that both of their accidents had ultimately been because of the same people. “We need to clean up…” he said finally.
River really didn’t feel like mopping the floor. He was so, so dizzy… He knew they had to, though. Duncan had made an awfully large puddle. “I—I’ll go get—“
They both froze at the sound of the door unlocking. They always got scared by that sound, even though it was always only Hugo coming home. River tensed up and pressed himself against Duncan, not caring that his boyfriend was soaked.
“I’m home,” Hugo called. “Feeling any bett—“ He stopped as he entered the hall, immediately spotting the puddle. “O—Oh…” he said.
Duncan pressed his face into River’s shoulder, too ashamed to look at Hugo. “I— I sneezed really hard when I had to— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“
“It’s fine,” Hugo interrupted. “You’re sick. It happens. I’ll get it cleaned up, just change and go back to sleep.”
Duncan shuffled away, shielding his face with his arm.
River wanted to go after him, but his own bladder still needed attention. He thought about trying to wet his pants to make Duncan feel better, except then he’d make a bigger mess for Hugo to clean up. He went to the bathroom instead, pulled down his pants and sat on the toilet.
It was odd, not only had phalloplasty granted him the ability to pee while standing, but it had also made it so that he could finally SIT to go without any issues. He didn’t have to hover and bend around until he was at the right angle, he could just sit and relax and be done with it. His bladder would empty, and nothing would spray out between the seat and the rim. His knees would stay dry. The floor would stay dry. Every time he woke up to pee in the middle of the night, he’d be so thankful that he could just groggily sit there without having to think about it anymore.
He shouldn’t have ever had to do the stupid hovering thing. If those doctors around for his birth had just left his body ALONE instead of trying to modify it to look more ‘normal’, River wouldn’t have had so much trouble peeing. He wouldn’t have had so much trouble with a LOT of things.
He finished going and pulled up his pants. He rinsed off his hands and wobbled tiredly back to his room. Duncan was in bed, wearing fresh pajamas and staring at the ceiling. River laid down beside him. “It’s okay…” he told him once more.
“I peed… I wet myself…” Duncan said.
“I know… But, it’s over now,” River told him. “I don’t think any less of you. Hugo doesn’t, either. You’re okay.”
Duncan turned and rested against River. “I hate being sick…”
“I know, me too.” |
“Let’s try something smaller today,” Hugo suggested. “Something relaxing that will get you out of the house for a bit.”
River couldn’t think of anything that would be relaxing outside of the cabin. He shook his head.
“Let’s all go for a short walk,” Hugo said. “Just around this area. It’s very, very secluded. No one will even be there.”
River worried at his lip. No one being there made it scarier. “Yeah, so if somebody shows up all of the sudden, nobody will be around to call the police.”
“I’ll be there,” Hugo pointed out.
“If someone from the Organization sees us, they’ll probably go after you, too,” River said. He sighed. “Just— Just forget about this, okay? Duncan and I are fine with being inside, where it’s safe.”
“So, that’s your plan, then? Just stay here forever and give up?” Hugo asked. This wasn’t the River he remembered from before. He supposed it made sense that his experience had changed him so much, but River had never been one to back down from a fight and just let whoever wanted him hurt win.
From the look on River’s face, he seemed to be remembering his former self a little bit as well. “B—Before, I came across some bad guys, yeah. There were gang-members and addicts and just generally angry people who wanted to pick fights with me— But, none of them could do what the Organization can. I COULD fight back against them, some rich, shadowy cult thing that tortures people for money and gets away with it is a lot stronger than I am.”
“You beat them once, though,” Hugo reasoned. “You got away. You survived— That means you should try to live.”
“I didn’t really beat them,” River said. “I just managed to get out alive. They’re still out there, and nothing I did really damaged them. I wasn’t able to kill their president, and he TOLD me that they were just gonna set everything back up again somewhere else— That they’ve done that for decades. And I AM living, just, I’m living in here now.”
Hugo frowned. In the old days, River would never say no to a challenge; he’d always get excited. So maybe if he framed THIS like a challenge… “River… Where did my fighter go? Let’s show them how tough you are!”
“H—He’s… He’s still here,” River said, shame welling in his chest. He HAD gotten weaker. He KNEW he’d gotten weaker. He looked away, going silent.
Hugo’s heart clenched. This wasn’t River getting excited at the prospect of a challenge. These WEREN’T the old days, and this wasn’t the old River. The old River needed opportunities to show how strong he was and to take charge. This new River needed… Something different, Hugo just didn’t know what. Maybe if he figured out what New-River needed, he’d start seeing more shades of Old-River again…
“I’m sorry,” Hugo began. “I think I said the wrong thing. I’m trying to help you, because I want you to be happy again.”
“I am happy,” River said. “Mostly. I mean, there’s stuff that I miss, but I can live without them.”
“I think a little walk would help you feel better,” Hugo said. “Go talk to Duncan, see what he thinks of it.”
And, it was because of Duncan that River agreed to go, because Duncan said that the walk would be scary, but he thought he really needed some fresh air. “We’ve gone outside in the woods before,” he said.
“For, like, a minute,” River said. “And we were just right in front of the cabin…”
“I think…” Duncan said. “I think Hugo is right and that these woods are safe. I figured that out when I saw how many confusing turns you have to make to get here, remember?”
River tried to remember the route to the cabin, and he couldn’t. “Er… I mean, I was sort of thinking about something else when Hugo was driving us home that day…”
“Oh, right,” Duncan said. “Well, it’s this super complicated path. I don’t think anyone would know there’s even a cabin down here. So, we’re hard to find, and if we stay in this area, we’ll be safe.”
After that, River felt better about going for a hike, but worried that they may end up getting lost in the woods. Still, Duncan wanted to go, and the thought of being all alone in the cabin was too scary to consider.
They set off early the next morning. The sun had risen, so the woods weren’t terrifying and shrouded in darkness, but some of the shadows cast by the trees made both River and Duncan jump a few times anyway. When the leaves rustled in the breeze, River would whip his head back and forth, certain that it was the sound of someone sinister following them.
“It’s okay,” Hugo assured him repeatedly. “Out here, you need to be more scared of bears than of people.”
River hoped they didn’t run into any bears…
After twenty minutes of walking, River had gotten used to the sounds of the forest and no longer felt AS frightened. He walked beside Duncan, occasionally grasping his hand and squeezing it. He felt somewhat safer and had an easier time breathing.
But, then River had a different problem.
River had used the toilet after waking up, like he always did. But, he REALLY should have used it again right before they’d left. He just hadn’t been thinking about it, and nobody had reminded him, either. Everyone had forgotten, too focused on the day’s activity.
River had pissed outside tons of times, and it ought to have been easier for him to do it now than ever before. As soon as he realized the pressure in his bladder was too much to ignore, he stopped in his tracks, hands anxiously moving to his fly.
But, he didn’t zip it down.
People— all animals— were very vulnerable when they were urinating. Peeing out here would mean going deeper behind some bushes, where a person from the Organization, or maybe just a wild beast, could be hiding. He’d have his back turned the whole time, he’d be concentrating on emptying his bladder. He’d be in danger. Peeing while this deep in the woods wasn’t safe.
He’d hold it.
Hugo noticed River dithering. “You alright?” He asked. River hadn’t gone on a long walk in quite some time, it made sense that he’d get worn out early on.
River considered lying and pretending that he was fine. But, claiming that he DIDN’T need to pee when he knew his bladder was small and filled up quickly wouldn’t be a good idea. “I have to take a piss,” he said.
“Okay, we’ll wait for you,” Hugo said.
River shook his head. It may have been perfectly easy to announce his need to empty his bladder, but it was a lot harder to explain that he was too frightened to do it out here. Hugo was used to River needing to pee. Needing to pee was perfectly natural and normal. It was expected. River was SUPPOSED to need to pee.
River wasn’t supposed to be afraid of everything, though. River had become the ‘tough guy’ in the year’s after his parents threw him out. He hadn’t been fearless, since nobody was, but he’d been the type of person that could fight THROUGH their fear if they needed to. The Organization and his paranoia about it had changed him, made him frightened of things that never would have seemed threatening before.
Hugo had made it clear he wanted the OLD River back. River wanted that person back as well— The person he was SUPPOSED to be, the person he’d fought SO hard to become.
The OLD River wouldn’t be scared of peeing in the woods.
He turned to the bush directly beside him, shuddering and twitching. The new River WAS scared of peeing in the woods. He was terrified of it. He reached for his zip again, and heard Hugo and Duncan walking farther down the path. Doubtless, the two thought they were giving him privacy. Doubtless, the two thought that River WANTED privacy.
He didn’t, though. If he had to pee out here, he’d feel a whole lot better if at least one of them kept their eyes on him the entire time.
It couldn’t be helped, though. He didn’t want to ask either one of them to watch him piss. That was a ridiculous request that no one would ever understand. Even if River embarrassed himself by admitting to his terror, Hugo at least would think it was silly for sure; Just one more sign that River had changed.
He yanked down his zipper and freed himself. Once he’d gotten rid of all his pee, he could run to catch up to them and feel safe again. He could see they’d paused halfway around the next corner. They could still KIND of see him if something went wrong…
He aimed between his feet and told his bladder to relax.
But, it didn’t. He had the same awful feelings he’d had in the bathroom at the mall the other week. His chest clenched and tightened with icy tendrils of fear, the silence around him grew heavy as his ears rang, and he couldn’t get out even a drop. He stood there about a minute longer, rubbing over his bladder and trying to convince it to empty, but it refused. Before long, the feeling of his hand over his middle became painful and he had to stop. He wasn’t getting anywhere.
If only someone was THERE right beside him, staring intently as he made himself vulnerable, vowing to protect him should anything go awry. He was fine peeing by himself at home, because home was safe. But, trying it anywhere else….
He couldn’t go if nobody was looking.
He zipped his pants, bladder still unrelieved, and ran along the trail. His abdomen pounded every time his foot hit the ground, but he wanted to feel safe a lot more than he wanted to feel less desperate. He caught up, and Duncan was the first to ask if he was feeling better.
River, again, thought better of lying. It was only a matter of time before he started doing a bit of a pee-dance, so it was for the best that Duncan DIDN’T believe that he’d just gone. “Nope, I still gotta piss. I wasn’t able to go just now.”
Hugo knit his brow with worry. He’d hoped that the incident at the mall had been a one-time thing… He couldn’t understand why River had suddenly become so pee-shy. Even so, he’d thought it wouldn’t be a problem just around him and Duncan— And that if it was, he’d been certain he and Duncan had moved far enough away from him!
But, maybe River wasn’t having trouble because he was pee-shy, it could have been something else. “Do you have this problem often?” Was there maybe some kind of complication with his phalloplasty? It had been a while since the operation, so if something was wrong they should have known by now, right?
River shook his head. “Nuh-uh, this is only the second time. The other time was at the mall.”
“It’s never happened at home?”
“Nope.”
Okay, so River’s body was functioning as it should have been. He’d just spontaneously developed a shy bladder for whatever reason. The guy just needed a little extra privacy, there was no shame in that. If he had issues going without a locked door behind him, then he wasn’t alone in that. River would be able to go as soon as they got back to the cabin, and Hugo could talk with him a little more about it afterwards if he wanted to. Being pee-shy was going to make the return to society a little trickier for River, but Hugo was sure they’d think of a way to manage it so that River knew where he could go for a secluded pee. “River, is it an emergency?” Hugo asked now. “Or, do you want to keep walking for a little while?”
River didn’t think it was an emergency, and he figured he had a little time before it turned into one. He filled up fast, but was sure he could handle it a little longer. “Yeah, we can keep going, but not for TOO much longer,” he said. “I think I can wait for about one more hour before it gets bad.”
They returned to their walk. Hugo had brought along water bottles, but wasn’t sure if he should tell River to drink or not. It was hot, River hadn’t done any real exercise in forever, so he was sure to get sweaty. But, the guy had ALREADY told Hugo that his bladder was uncomfortable to carry, so he didn’t know if he should risk ADDING to his burden.
Duncan asked for a drink a few minutes later, and Hugo watched River’s reaction carefully as he passed a bottle to Duncan. River’s eyes were fixated on the water as it sloshed slightly from the movement. A gentle splashing noise was heard when Duncan brought it to his lips, and Hugo saw River’s hips wriggle in response, his sweaty face scrunching up.
River NEEDED to drink water, yet at the same time more fluid was the last thing one part of his body needed. “You doing okay, River?” Hugo asked.
River flinched, noticing the sway in his hips that he’d been powerless to stop. He blushed and stared down at his feet. This extra, careful attention being paid to him just because he’d said he needed the bathroom… It made him feel really funny. “Um—“
“You have to tell me if it’s becoming an emergency,” Hugo said. “You say the word and we’ll go right back.”
River shifted on his feet. The pressure in his bladder had gotten a lot worse, and he needed to keep his legs close together to keep it from throbbing too strongly. He was probably supposed to just feel really embarrassed, right? Having his bladder be the topic of discussion, having someone be so CONCERNED about how urgent his need was… There was embarrassment, but there was a lot of something ELSE, too.
In the past, before the Organization, it was common for Hugo to notice River fidgeting in the car and ask “You gotta take a leak? Want me to pull over?” But, that would be all. River would say yes, Hugo would search for a public restroom, and that would be that. And, even if it took a while to find a toilet, Hugo wouldn’t do much ‘checking in’ with River to make sure his bladder wasn’t hurting him. Now, Hugo was being so attentive and careful about it…
“I— I can keep going for a little bit more,” River assured. “We should turn back around soon, but I can— I’m holding it.”
They went further down the trail, Duncan returning to his spot beside River and grabbing his hand. “I’m sorry you couldn’t go,” he whispered. “You’re okay, right?”
River felt like he was melting. The heat of the embarrassment had all but vanished, leaving only the pleasant warmth that came from another person being so focused on him. “Y—Yeah,” he said.
“I kinda have to pee, too,” Duncan informed. “But, I’m gonna hold it until after you’ve gone. Would that help you feel better about it?”
God… River didn’t deserve someone so nice. “Y—You don’t have to—“
“It’s okay,” Duncan said. “I figured you’d want somebody else in the same boat with you.”
River went quiet. He’d been desperate a ridiculous number of times in his life, it was what happened when a person had a bladder the size of a humming-bird’s. But, never before had anyone actually WORRIED so much about him because of it. Growing up, if he ever had an emergency while his parents were driving him somewhere, they’d just tell him to hold it. If he ever protested that he COULDN’T hold it, they’d yell at him to be quiet. So, with them, whenever he got desperate, he’d just dance around in silent agony while they completely ignored his blatant distress. Never once had they asked him if he was okay, or helped him find a toilet when he badly needed one. One word about having to go, and they’d bark at him that he wasn’t a baby anymore and that he could hold it until it was more convenient for them.
River squeezed onto Duncan’s hand, “I—If you want to do that for me, go ahead I guess.”
Ten minutes later, the pressure in River’s abdomen had grown to a constant, numb tingle. These were the warning pulses, telling him that he should DEFINITELY be on his way to the toilet soon. “Er,” he spoke up. “I think I need to go back now…” He bounced on his toes, trying to emphasize his point.
“No problem,” Hugo said, and River felt warm all over again. No “Just hold it, will you?” No “I want to keep walking, you need to learn to wait.” Nothing like what his parents would say, just a swift promise that River would be taken to the toilet and that everything was okay.
They turned around and headed back in the other direction. River’s bladder felt light and happy with the knowledge it would be getting drained soon. Some time later, it was cramping and surging and tangling in angry knots of need because Hugo had made a wrong turn while leading them back to the cabin.
They stopped for a second as Hugo tried to get a handle on where they were. River swayed from foot to foot, he couldn’t lean to one side for very long without his pee rippling and squeezing itself against his bladder’s exit. He was sucking in heavy, sharp breaths, and his face was far sweatier than it had been earlier.
He’d been right before; He’d had one hour to get to the toilet before his need turned into an emergency. Now that they were accidentally taking the long way home, it had been WELL over an hour, and River felt like his bladder was going to pop like an overinflated balloon. The hand not wrapped around Duncan’s kept going down towards his crotch, where it would flutter uselessly until he’d managed to resist the urge to grab himself.
Duncan rubbed a soothing circle against River’s palm. “Do you want to try to go again?”
River definitely did. Piss was searing inside of him, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was actually boiling considering how angry his bladder felt. He was surrounded by trees! He should have already watered half of them by now! “H—How much further to the cabin?” River asked.
“I’ve figured out where we are,” Hugo said. “I recognize what kind of trees these all are, I know what part of the forest we’re in.”
“Are we close?”
“Yeah, we just need to go this way for a little bit,” Hugo said, walking off.
River followed, tensing his thighs more and more with each step. “H—How long’s ‘a little bit’?”
“I’m not sure…”
“H—Hugo!” River gritted. “C—Can’t you give, like, an estimate?” If he knew he’d be at the toilet in twenty minutes, he’d know he’d be able to wait… Any longer, and he wasn’t nearly as sure.
“I can’t,” Hugo said. “Are you alri—“
“I need to go piss really, really bad,” River interrupted. “I—“ he ran his free hand through his hair. “Fuck, I’m starting to burst.”
Duncan gave River another gentle squeeze. “Um… If you need to hold onto yourself, that’s okay even though we’re outside. It’s still only us.”
River’s hand instantly made contact with his groin and he shuddered at the little bit of relief that gave him. “I— Shit, I gotta GO… I wanna try again, okay? Please, I— I know this is weird, but I need you to—“
“We’ll give you privacy,” Hugo interrupted. “Come on, Duncan…”
Before River could figure out how to protest, how to explain that he actually needed the exact OPPOSITE, Hugo and Duncan had walked ahead of him, and this time they’d gone so far he could only just barely see them. River flinched, already feeling his muscles tightening.
But, he just had to go SO badly now, it HAD to work this time! He yanked down his zipper and aimed, trying to pretend Duncan was next to him, watching him carefully and surveying his surroundings. He tried to imagine Duncan’s voice, tried so hard to make himself actually hear it. What would Duncan say if he was there? “Nothing’s happening around here, River…” Yes, that would make him feel safer… “Now, just let it all go…” More at ease… “I mean, I love getting to stare at your dick right now, but we DO need to head home soon…” And THAT part sounded more like Duncan.
But, his fantasy wasn’t good enough, and River couldn’t relax enough to get even a dribble out. After minutes of frustration and fullness, he just shoved his cock back into his pants, then whimpered at the finality of zipping them closed again. He had to get home, then he could go.
He stumbled as fast as he could towards Hugo and Duncan. Neither of them needed to be told that his piss-stop had been unsuccessful, because by the time he’d reached them, a hand was buried between his straining thighs.
“I’m so sorry,” Hugo said. “I didn’t mean to get us lost, tr—try to hang on, okay?”
River’s teeth gnashed at his lip. “I d—don’t have much of a fucking choice, do I?”
Duncan rubbed River’s shoulders. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ll be home before you know it… Do you know why you can’t go?”
‘Because I can’t go with no one watching,’ River thought wryly. He couldn’t repeat those words to Duncan, though. This problem of his was so ridiculous. He’d heard PLENTY of people had trouble going if someone WAS watching, but not once had he ever heard of the reverse. “I just don’t like being alone in the woods, trying to piss,” he said, the closest thing to the truth that he could manage.
Hugo nodded. “That’s okay,” he said. “I’ll have you home soon, and you’ll have lots of privacy there. It will be alright.”
River nodded too. He didn’t care about the privacy, but the safe cabin would be sure to give him the relief he craved.
They walked on and on, River caught in a world of ever-increasing desperation. Since he’d gotten phalloplasty, he’d noticed that the urge to pee felt very slightly different sometimes. There were occasions where, when he really, REALLY had to go, he’d almost feel like it was inside of his shaft already, partway to freedom. It was an odd feeling, heat and pressure building down his length. He felt it now, and a second later he’d leaked, and then the tension was building again.
Whimpering, River slipped a hand between his legs to squeeze away at himself. He pinched the head of his dick, as though he could coax the the piss back up and into his bladder. Even with his hand gripping so firmly, he felt a heavy shock of a spasm flare through his bladder and spread out through the rest of his abdomen. He was dribbling out a small handful of tiny drops. His entire body clenched, from the soles of his feet all the way up through his spine, as if tensing EVERYTHING would cause him to be able to hold it.
It didn’t work. Another immense surge hit him, frantic and sharp. He was never going to make it to the cabin at this rate! His hand worked its way even deeper between his legs, and immediately another rippling shot of pain burst through him. “Ahhhnnnn—!!” He gasped out in a pained, strangled yelp.
This was really going to happen to him, his urine was all right at the edge, right at the tip of his cock, just about to burst out and there was nothing he could do about it. He held his breath and squeezed Duncan’s hand as hard as he could, struggling to keep walking and keep up with him.
Pssssh!
A pained leak warmed the crotch of his boxers, it only lasted for a second, but had been so forceful that he could feel how damp his pants were getting beneath his hand. Shit, shit, fucking— His boxers were sodden and sticking to his thighs. He didn’t dare look down at himself. But…that loss of control, as short as it had been, seemed to lift some of his need. And as horrifying as it was to have peed some in his pants, he was suddenly able to walk a little easier.
His bladder cramped up again, forcing down another choppy stream into his boxers. He felt a dull point of relief, it felt— It felt almost good to let that little bit out… So, he made a risky choice– He was going to deliberately let go of some more. Just a little bit of the burden. Just enough to take the awful edge off of his desperation.
He needed to go SO much that, as soon as he’d made the decision, he felt more liquid flowing out into his boxers. He let it continue, savoring how good it felt to relax his holding muscles. He peed and peed for five, ten seconds – the saturated spot on the front of his pants spread, and he only made himself stop when he felt it gush into the palm of the hand he had welded there.
He immediately felt WAY better. But then his urine started to cool off, and his crotch felt sticky and clammy. And then Duncan spoke, “I—It’s okay if you can’t make it…” he said. “I um…”
River tensed, and glanced down at himself. There was wetness streaking down his legs, and when he dared to move his hand away from his crotch— God dammit, he was a LOT wetter than he’d thought he was. The material encasing his dick now housed a large, dark wet spot. “A— A little came out…” he admitted to Duncan, but he did NOT admit that some of it had been intentional.
“I… Could hear…” Duncan mumbled.
River hadn’t even thought about the noise his leaks must have been making…
“But, it’s fine, I promise— It’s totally fine if you— If you can’t—“
“I can hold it,” River said, trying to sound confident. What he’d just released should have been enough to buy him some time, right?
Five minutes later, and River felt like he hadn’t gone at all. He was starting to seriously consider just allowing himself to have a total accident as he carried on walking. His bladder was getting PAINFUL to cart around, and Duncan had SAID it was okay to wet his pants, and he… Dear GOD, River just wanted to go…
Hugo was a few paces ahead of them, and he knew the cabin was close, just about ten minutes left and River would be free to relieve himself, he’d have all the privacy in the world and he’d feel fine… “T—Ten more minutes,” he announced. “River, is that okay?”
Ten minutes sounded more like ten hours to River’s bladder, but he forced a nod. “Y—Yeah, I’ll make it…”
A minute later, and he was leaking again. Audibly. Both Duncan and Hugo could hear the little spurts being ejected into River’s boxers.
Hugo didn’t know what he’d do if River had an accident. He considered telling River to try going again, but that would waste valuable time River didn’t have anymore. He pushed through some bushes and was now in a clearing— Not the one that housed their cabin, but a different one. This one was vacant, if anything had ever been here, it was gone now. Just a grassy area with nothing in it except for—
There was an old wooden outhouse.
Hugo had thought there might be something like that out in these woods, since they’d been part of a vast expanse of farmland ages and ages ago. He was sure the outhouse hadn’t been properly cleaned in a while, but as he drew closer no foul smells emanated from it, so it was probably MOSTLY okay. “H—Here, River!” He said, not believing their luck. “Th—This has a door for you, you can go!”
River was confused why Hugo thought he would care about a DOOR at this point. Really, the outhouse was just taunting him the same way the trees had been. One more spot he SHOULD be able to go, but wouldn’t be able to.
“Hurry,” Hugo encouraged. “Duncan and I will wait on the other side of this clearing, and—“
“Pl—Please…” River interrupted. “Don’t.”
Hugo blinked at him. “Don’t what?” He was worried River had already begun to soak himself, but he didn’t hear the torrential hiss that would surely cause.
“Y—You and Duncan… Please stay RIGHT by the door, please?”
“But…” Hugo furrowed his brow. “I thought… I thought you were getting pee-shy…”
“M—More like the opposite, I just— Ugh, I can’t explain it right now, just— PROMISE you’ll both stay by the door while I’m going!”
“I’ll stay by the door,” Duncan assured. He didn’t understand what River needed, but he was still going to give it to him. “Hugo too, okay? We’ll be RIGHT there.”
“Thank you!” River cried, he hurried towards the outhouse, awkwardly doubled over as his legs quivered. His steps were so tiny, but taking larger ones would result in him getting drenched. He grabbed the door and yanked it open, hobbling inside. The outhouse was home to a large hole cut out of a bit of wood, and a circular plastic urinal that nearly made River explode when he laid eyes on it. “Shitshitshitshit…” he hissed out.
He released his grip on his cock to tug his zipper down, leaking the second he’d let go. The fabric around his zip was so sodden that it was hard to move, but he managed to get it down and part the flaps of his pants open.
He aimed into the small plastic urinal, piss flying from his tip before he’d gotten it pointed properly. His legs parted and shook as he moaned, all the pain within him slowly ebbing away. “Fuuuck…” he sighed, tipping his head back and blinking away tears as he pissed for all he was worth. His stream was gushing out so quickly that the urinal was struggling to drain all of it, he could see the fluid swishing and bubbling as more and more pounded out uncontrollably. “Fuck… Fuck… Ohhhh, GODDDD…” At last, his middle stopped aching and all that remained was the pleasure of release. Once he’d gotten it all out, he shoved his cock back into his pants and hastily zipped them. He heard the urinal sort of… gurgling as it tried to drain away everything he’d just flooded it with.
Outside, Hugo and Duncan could hear everything, every patter, every hiss, every last bit of River’s heavy and oddly vocal release. Duncan was blushing all the way down to his shoulders. He was still eagerly anticipating his and River’s first time, and hoped to Hell he could manage to make his boyfriend moan at least HALF as much as his bladder could.
Duncan also hadn’t been lying earlier when he’d said he needed the bathroom too. Listening to River let out a symphony of watery gushes wasn’t helping his own bladder at all. He started to rock from side to side as he waited for River to finish.
Hugo was blushing as well, not to the same extent Duncan was, and for vastly different reasons. His chest was tightening in sympathy, he didn’t know if he’d ever heard River go so much all at once… The poor thing had a small bladder that didn’t like to hold such a massive quantity, that must have been really hurting him. He was still perplexed by River’s request that they stand here. He’d been certain River was just getting pee shy, but now he knew that couldn’t have been the problem. He’d been focused on getting River privacy because that’s what he’d THOUGHT he needed, and now it was clear River had needed something else entirely.
Hugo was so bad at this…
River shoved open the door of the outhouse and almost hit Hugo with it. “Ahhhh!” He groaned loudly. “THAT feels SO much fucking better!”
Hugo flinched when he saw the door flying his way. “Careful.”
“Oh, sorry,” River said. “I didn’t smack you, did I?”
“No,” Hugo assured. “I guess you’re okay now?”
“Yesss, I feel amazing,” River said.
“Um, my turn?” Duncan asked, jiggling a little. “An’… I think I want you guys to stand by the door for me too, okay?”
“Y—Yeah, of course,” River got out of his way.
Duncan hurried in and shut the door behind himself. It… Was kind of eerie now to make himself vulnerable while he pissed outside of his home. River and Hugo were both right outside the door, and that made him feel better, but he still wanted to keep an eye on it.
He pulled down his pants and sat over the hole in the wood plank. He felt more than a little grossed out sitting down in an outhouse even though he’d HAD the option to stand, but his spine would go all chilly and rigid if he faced his back to the door.
At least the wooden outhouse wasn’t anywhere near as disgusting as plastic portaloos he’d had to use in the past had been. The wood beneath him was VERY uncomfortable, though. He relaxed and his waterfall was gushing instantly. He sighed happily to himself, blushing at the sound of his pee splashing into the dirt underneath the outhouse.
Duncan hadn’t thought his own urge was that severe, but was surprised by how pleasant the looseness in his belly felt now. Poor River must have been exploding, for sure…
He stood and pulled his pants back up, opening the door and immediately grabbing River’s hand in his own.
Hugo led them back to the cabin, which only took about ten more minutes— But those ten minutes would have surely been too long for River. Hugo was still perplexed by River’s new urinary trouble. He couldn’t make sense of someone not being able to pee because there was too MUCH privacy rather than too little. But, apparently that WAS River’s problem, and it was one he hadn’t had back before… Everything.
It was a strange problem, and it was a strange solution, but Hugo’s job was to take care of River. If that meant remaining in the audience whenever River had to urinate outside, then that was just how it was going to be. |
Hugo had decided to take River and Duncan grocery shopping, and then maybe to the hardware store afterwards if they were up to it. He thought that this would be a good ‘second try’ for them. The mall had been too much. It had been a big place, pretty far from the cabin. But, these stores were both smaller, close by, would still have lots of people, and there were security cameras. If someone tried to lead River or Duncan somewhere that they didn’t want to go, another person would surely notice, and the cameras would record the whole thing, too.
River agreed to go. He wanted to visit the hardware store— The hardware store was related to his job. To making himself useful. To doing the things he was SUPPOSED to be doing. He didn’t voice his reasoning aloud to Hugo, though. He knew that Hugo would try to convince him that he WAS still useful, and that he didn’t need to be in their workroom all the time to BE useful. That when he WAS able to help out, that was enough.
If Hugo said those things, River would believe he meant them. But, River wouldn’t believe for a second that they were actually TRUE. River DID still come into the workroom and assist Hugo with projects, he kept track of the requests from their customers, he painted things after they’d been assembled.
But, River wasn’t as useful as he once was. Because, NOW, sometimes Hugo would turn on a power-tool, and it would make all this noise, and suddenly River would feel very, very scared, and like he was trapped inside the workroom without any way out, and he’d start to… Breathe wrong, like he was choking even though nothing was caught in his throat. The room would blur, and River would only feel like he was partly in the present, one foot in the workroom with Hugo, the other back in the torture chamber the Organization had put him in.
And then, Hugo would have to waste so much time holding River, rubbing his back, telling him to stay calm… Time that they both should have spent working. Time that River should have spent being useful, instead of being a burden.
River was supposed to be able to take care of himself.
He’d done it for years…
If he went to the store with Hugo, if he helped him pick out supplies, he would be a little useful again.
Duncan took some more convincing. To Hugo’s surprise, he was mostly just freaked out because of what had happened to River during the mall trip. He didn’t want to see River in pain again. “I’ll go pee before we leave,” River said. “I’ve never gone out without peeing first, ask Hugo.”
Hugo shrugged, then nodded. He didn’t think River had ever forgotten to take a toilet break before they went out on deliveries in the old days… It just hadn’t ever made that big of a difference since River had to go so frequently.
“Besides,” River added. “Now that I think I know why I couldn’t pee at the mall, I know I’ll be fine so long as the restroom isn’t empty.”
“O—Okay,” Duncan said. “We can go…”
Before they headed out the next day, Duncan kept reminding River to go the whole time they were getting dressed. After the third reminder, River snorted. “Duncan, it’s okay,” he said. “I’m not gonna forget— I didn’t even forget the day we went to the mall, I’ve just got a small bladder.” He took off his pajama shirt, then put his arms over his chest to cover it.
“That makes me more nervou—“ Duncan stopped. “Why are you covering up, silly? You wanna tease me?”
River blushed. “N—No…” he said. “I— We don’t normally get dressed together, and—“
Duncan took off his own shirt and tossed it aside. He stood beside River, hands on his hips. “Is it a little too exciting?”
River looked away, face going even redder. Duncan’s chest was so… River hadn’t known his stomach muscles were so pronounced. He remembered Duncan mentioned he’d liked to dance back during his old life, so that must have been how he got so toned… But, beyond that, Duncan’s chest was so… smooth. Unblemished. Unmarred.
“I…” River struggled. “My chest is all…” he lowered his arms. “This…”
Duncan looked. River was lithe, his nipples were pink and Duncan suddenly found himself thinking how good it would feel to give them a lick. But, Duncan knew what River was focused on— The biggest difference between his own chest and Duncan’s wasn’t that Duncan was more muscular.
Duncan had felt the roughness of those scars a few times when he’d reached a hand up River’s shirt to touch him. The first time he’d felt them, he’d been confused for half a second before remembering what they were. It had never bothered Duncan at all that River had those scars, because Duncan knew that they’d come from something that had made River happy. The same went for the one now visible on River’s bare arm.
River had other scars that DID make Duncan sad. Little jagged ones from the Organization, or from fights River had gotten into. Those only upset Duncan because they’d come from things that had harmed River.
But, Duncan didn’t think ANYTHING was wrong with the scars below River’s nipples, or the one that went down his arm. “I know,” Duncan said. “It’s not exactly the same as mine. But, that’s not a bad thing.”
“You don’t think they look gross?” River asked.
“No,” Duncan shook his head.
“Not even…” River raised his arm. The scar there was more pronounced than the ones on his chest were, redder in places…
“No,” Duncan repeated. “Those are just parts of my boyfriend’s body, and I LIKE his body…” He hoped that was the right thing to say. As far as Duncan was concerned, River was just the really, really hot guy that he was lucky enough to call his partner. But, several nights, River had mentioned other people calling him hot before though, and how those people hadn’t truly meant it. “They were just fascinated by WHAT I was, that’s as deep as it ever went with any of them.”
Duncan didn’t think he was the same way. River being intersex and having had surgeries was something that interested Duncan a little, since he’d just never met anybody like that before, but he didn’t think that was the same thing. He HOPED not, anyway. He thought River’s chest was really sexy, scars and all, but that was because it was part of River. He hoped River could see that.
And, Duncan had had body issues of his own in the past— who hadn’t?— He’d had the most terrible acne when he was a teenager, he’d always thought his nose looked a little crooked…
But, he supposed, those things couldn’t really compare to the complex relationship River had had with his body. Anything Duncan had to offer about it probably wouldn’t be what River needed.
River smiled at him, so Duncan decided he must have said something right.
“M—Maybe… Maybe I’ll take my shirt off for you more…”
Duncan bit his lip to keep from grinning. Now he had something to look forward to.
They took off their pants, and Duncan caught River looking at his butt, clad only in his boxers. Duncan wriggled slightly. “Heh, see something you like?”
River somehow managed to go redder, and his smile grew. This was the Duncan he’d FIRST met, before they’d made the discovery that the Organization was planning to kill them, when they’d been just two relaxed guys getting to know each other. The playful, flirty side of him… “Eheh, yeah…” he said.
“I know I see something I like…” Duncan added. “Think those boxers are too tight, or are you just happy to see me?”
“Pfft, that’s the worst line…” River laughed. “You… You really think I look… ‘big’?”
“You do,” Duncan said. “I mean, if I was getting a new dick, I would have asked for, like, three feet. So, I commend you on your restraint, but what you have is great.”
“Haha, well… My forearm’s not three feet long, so that would have been tricky anyways…”
They finished dressing, and River gave Duncan a hug. “Thanks…” he said. “I think we can get dressed in front of each other more often now. I’ve been wanting to, but I’ve been all nervous, and—“
“Don’t be nervous,” Duncan said. “I will never, EVER object to seeing you get naked.” He paused. “Oh, and use the bathroom before we leave, okay? Don’t forget!”
River laughed again. “Duncan, trust me, I drank a whole bottle of water earlier, my bladder’s not gonna let me forget…”
Duncan had thought River had been a little fidgety the last few minutes… But, he also hadn’t thought the water bottle River had emptied had been that big. His bladder really WAS pretty small, and Duncan hoped that he’d be able to handle the trip without another emergency.
The two left their room, and River immediately headed to the toilet. His steps were quick, and he seemed to be trying not to bend his knees too much. Duncan heard him unzipping his pants before he’d even gotten into the room.
‘Wow,’ Duncan thought as he stood beside the front door to wait. ‘He went right after he got up, and didn’t even drink that much, and then he was already acting like he had to go super bad…’ He’d known for ages that River couldn’t hold his pee as long as HE could, and hadn’t ever given it TOO much thought. After seeing River’s agony during the mall trip though, Duncan was worried about going out where restrooms would be few and far between— Especially if there was a chance he’d get too scared again and wouldn’t be able to go!
Duncan heard the toilet flush, and River came out looking more at ease. They waited together a few more minutes until Hugo came out of his own room and said it was time to go.
***
Riding in a car still felt weird to River and Duncan. They were unused to being in moving vehicles again. Duncan wondered if this was what it felt like to a baby when they were in a car for the first time. As soon as they were out of the woods and hit the first speed-bump, Duncan flinched at the bounce and something else struck him.
He’d spent so much time reminding River to use the bathroom before they left, but he HADN’T remembered to use it himself.
Duncan hadn’t relieved himself since he’d woken up that morning. It had been several hours, and he’d had a bit more to drink than River… And now that he’d registered the pressure beneath his fly, he couldn’t get it to fade away from his mind again. The irritating, buzzing tingle scolding him for skipping his toilet break was loud and pronounced.
How long would these errands take? Could he try to hold it until he got home, or would he have to pee somewhere while they were out? To his dismay, he found that the prospect of using the toilet before they returned to the cabin a little scary. It would be his first time visiting a public restroom since before the Organization… And those security cameras Hugo had said would keep him and River safe wouldn’t be in the bathrooms. They would be a good place to corner someone.
That would ONLY be able to happen if Duncan was alone, though. If there were lots of others in the restroom, nothing bad would happen. It was just like River, Duncan didn’t think he could go in public if no one was watching.
He shouldn’t be worrying about this anyway. This trip would be short, he’d be back at the cabin before he had an emergency. He’d just hold it in.
They reached the grocery store, and Duncan started to feel anxious. There was a flurry of butterflies in his stomach, and they all seemed to be floating downwards, pressing their weight into his bladder. He knew the sudden spike in his need was just nervousness, but that didn’t make it feel any less real.
He unlatched his seatbelt, and felt a little better now that it wasn’t adding to the pressure inside his body. Beside him, River undid his seatbelt as well, but then he just sat there, looking out the window. “R—Ready?” He asked Duncan.
Duncan nodded, tried to say that he was. He felt the peculiar sensation of his jaw muscles tightening around one another again, and only managed to mumble it out. “Y—Yes…”
River took his hand and squeezed it, then got out of the car. Duncan followed him. The pavement felt strange beneath his feet— His SHOES felt a little strange too, for that matter. At the cabin, he and River often just went barefoot, or only wore socks. Duncan had never noticed before that shoes were actually kind of heavy…
They weren’t the only things weighing him down though. The nervous tingling buzzes in his midsection were not fading, they were just getting stronger, wrapping a rope around his still filling bladder and making him really sort of wish that he was at home right now, sitting on the toilet with his pants down around his ankles.
Duncan… Duncan could hold it until that fantasy came true. He could keep it in. He had to go, it was urgent enough that he couldn’t ignore it, but he could and WOULD manage to wait this out. Hugo came around from the other side of the car to stand next to Duncan and River. “Really quick trip,” he promised them. “Nice and easy.”
Duncan nibbled his lip and hoped Hugo was right, if only for the sake of his bladder.
Inside the store, Duncan pressed himself to River’s side and clutched his hand. River rubbed his arm gently, but his hands trembled and his touch wasn’t nearly as soothing as he wanted it to be. Duncan felt so ridiculous, being scared in a grocery store of all places. How many horrible disasters had happened HERE, for God’s sake…
He was also feeling a bit more uncomfortable. Since none of them knew how to cook, they’d gone right past several sections of the store, but the brief time they’d spent in produce had been long enough for Duncan’s ears to be subjected to the sound of the water misters going off and spritzing the vegetables. The hiss of liquid had been enough to prompt Duncan to rub his knees together and adjust his waistband— which had suddenly started feeling too tight.
Duncan relaxed more when they got to the cereal aisle. No liquid there, no running water, nothing to make him think about how much he would have preferred to be in a bathroom. Hugo asked River and Duncan to agree on a cereal, and that sort of reminded Duncan of when he was little and he and his sister had argued over which flavor to get.
Duncan was about to name his favorite, but then he heard a loud crashing sound in one of the other aisles. He got that pinching feeling inside his throat, the sensation of his words being forced back down before he’d been able to fully conjure them. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Something almost DID come out of another part of Duncan’s body though, his bladder squeezed in viciously at his fright, and he very nearly let a spurt go into his pants.
River had flinched at the noise too, and his grip on Duncan had tightened. “I—It’s just… Something got dropped, th—that’s all…” River knew that it COULDN’T have been anything more than that, but was still relieved when a voice came over the loudspeakers announcing that a spill had to be cleaned.
Duncan involuntarily shook a little at the wording. A ‘spill’… He might end up making one of tho— What?! No! No he wouldn’t! He only SORT OF had to go. He wasn’t going to have an accident… Even if getting startled like that had almost jarred something loose, he was STILL totally dry. He would STAY totally dry!
“Let’s… Let’s pick a cereal, guys,” Hugo said. He’d been unable to miss their reactions to the crash. Something that would, at most, just make most people jump at the suddenness had made River and Duncan huddle together in fear…
Duncan, again, was about to name his favorite, but he had trouble moving his mouth, so he just grabbed it and showed River.
River looked at it, but shook his head. “I—I’m sure it’s really good, Duncan. But I’m super allergic to chocolate, so it’s gotta be something different.”
Duncan put the box back. He’d have to remember that when it came time to get River a romantic gift… If he and River ever got to be a regular couple that could get little surprises like that for one another, anyway. Duncan picked a different box that was fruit flavored, and River agreed to that one.
It hit River then; Duncan wasn’t speaking again.
River took his hand once more, and whispered to him. “You feeling okay, Duncan?”
Duncan nodded.
Still no talking… River’s brow knit with concern. He tried to think of something other than a yes-or-no question. “I’m sure there’s stuff you like that Hugo’s never brought home. What’s something you want?”
Hugo had never brought home any microwave popcorn, and Duncan had been missing it. He wanted some today, except nobody would KNOW that if he didn’t say something about it. “P…Pop…” he struggled. His throat felt so closed off, like something was caught in there. It was hard to breathe, let alone talk… “P—“
“Popcorn?” River asked. He wished he hadn’t cut Duncan off like that, he’d just been so relieved to hear him make SOUNDS at all that he’d gotten carried away.
Duncan nodded again. Embarrassment was starting to join his anxiety. If someone saw him this way… Saw River having to coax words from him, having to guide him into such basic communication… They were going to think something was really WRONG with Duncan. A grown man should be able to say whatever was on his mind.
It wasn’t even just fear that was making it hard to talk, it was turning into this actual, physical problem. His nerves got super high, and then everything that controlled his speech seemed to just… Break. It was scary. In the past, Duncan had been such a chatterbox! He’d been loud, talkative, open. He hadn’t been like this. He’d been nothing like this.
River rubbed his thumb over Duncan’s hand, and Duncan started to melt. River didn’t think something was wrong with him. River loved him even if he couldn’t talk right now. As Duncan relaxed into River’s touch, an earlier discomfort came back to him. The water-level within his bladder had risen, more pee asking to be let out, and making demands which were far louder than any noise Duncan had made so far today.
He definitely was going to need a toilet really soon, his urge for it kept getting worse, the liquid he’d had throughout the day seeming to catch up with him in fast-forward. Throughout the rest of the store, Duncan found himself needing to press his thighs together and squeeze River a bit too firmly to offset the pressure in his body.
When they went down the soda aisle, Duncan fidgeted more strongly. The fluid may have all been staying stationary within the bottles, but the sight of it was still a LOT for his bladder to take in. His nose twitched and his lip trembled as his cruel mind kept wondering how the amount of liquid in his bladder compared to the amount in each of the soda bottles. Then, it reminded him of how useful an empty bottle could really be. And of the bottles of water he’d had earlier, of how they were now trying to cram themselves into an organ that didn’t have much vacant space left.
When River picked up a few sodas and put them in the cart, Duncan flinched, unable to look away from how they sloshed, unable to ignore the sound they made. His knees turned inwards and he knelt down slightly, exhaling hard through his nose.
River saw Duncan twitching, and returned to his side to grip his hand. “Right here, Duncan… I’m right here…” he said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t like letting go of you.”
Duncan clutched River’s hand with all his strength. What Duncan really wanted to squeeze onto was his crotch. Just for a few seconds while he calmed his bladder back down. But, he restrained himself. He didn’t want to think he was that desperate yet… He WASN’T that desperate yet. Just… Every step he took, he needed to clench up his thighs because he felt a leak coming on, and he was unable to stop thinking about how comfortable a toilet seat would feel right about now.
But, he wasn’t at ALL desperate to go, because this wasn’t a good PLACE to be desperate to go. If he really WAS desperate here, he’d have to brave a public toilet, where the safe security cameras wouldn’t be, where ANYONE could be hiding out and where, if no one was around to notice, Duncan could be hurt.
Therefor, Duncan could still hold it.
Simple.
When they arrived at checkout, it felt less simple. The bathrooms were right past all the cash registers. The men’s room looked EXTREMELY inviting, the door unobstructed, the sign promising relief. Duncan couldn’t look away from it, memories swirling of how EASY it had once been to use the restroom at a grocery store. It hadn’t been anything he’d needed to think about or get worked up over. He’d just notice the need to pee, and then go pee. Like a normal person. No fear, no anxiety, just the loss of an uncomfortable pressure so he could go on with the rest of his day.
He couldn’t DO that now, though! There were so many places to HIDE in a public restroom. Any of the stalls could be a death trap. If… If Duncan saw a few people go in there in the next few minutes. A whole bunch of potential witnesses to any trouble, then he’d go. He kept his eyes fixated on the door, wishing people would go through it, guarantee to him that that room WASN’T empty and frightening. He crossed his legs and rubbed a foot against the opposite ankle. No one was entering the restroom. He seemed to be the only one in the store who needed to use it, but he was also the only one who was too SCARED to do so.
River had picked up on Duncan’s antsy behavior. He’d been anxious through this whole trip as well, and was glad it was nearly over and nothing bad had happened. Duncan still looked so frightened though. River pulled him into a hug, whispering to him “We made it…”
Duncan went tense in River’s arms, River had pressed them together way too close, his bladder was being smooshed right up against River’s body, waves of urgency flaring out from it, it soared through his abdomen and smashed back down through his length, heat firing up to his tip, scorching at his urethral opening, and then pooling warmly against the crotch of his boxers. “Mmmfff…” Duncan whimpered, hitching his hips and trying to stop the flow. ‘Please, River!’ He wanted to say. ‘Excuse me, I want the restroom!’ But, the only thing that would come out were more whimpering moans of distress as he finally pinched his stream back off.
And all they did was CONFIRM to River that Duncan was simply just still anxious about being outside. “Ev—Everything went okay here,” River said. “We all stayed close together, we’re safe when we’re together…”
Duncan nodded, an idea hitting him. ‘Yes!’ He thought. ‘Safe together! You and Hugo need to take me to the bathroom, please?’ But, he didn’t MANAGE anything beyond the nod! River and Hugo couldn’t take him to the restroom if neither of them realized he needed it!
He could… He could tell them without words! He could jump all around, hold himself, cross his legs back and forth, do the most exaggerated pee dance ANYONE had ever done, and RIGHT away they’d think; ‘Oh, Duncan has to use the toilet really bad, we should take him there now.’
But… But that would be… Utterly humiliating. He’d been anxious about people noticing his difficulty talking! A guy, doing a babyish potty dance in public, while unable to vocalize even one word… That wasn’t who Duncan was! That wasn’t who Duncan ever wanted to be! No one was going to see him that way!
He’d probably be able to talk again when they got back to the car. When it was just THEM again. He’d tell them THEN that he had to go as soon as they reached the hardware store, and say that Hugo needed to go WITH him otherwise he’d feel too scared. That too would be embarrassing, but it wasn’t ‘doing a really obvious, intense piss-dance in the middle of a grocery store’ levels of embarrassing.
Duncan just hoped he could make it back to the car before he started dancing like that unintentionally. His bladder felt really swollen. He’d caught River admiring his stomach muscles earlier, and wondered how visible they even still were. His bladder was probably pulling all that skin really taut. He was sure his abdominal region was no less firm, but now that tension was from a straining ball of urine rather than muscle.
Hugo finally paid for everything and led Duncan and River out of the store. Duncan bit back a moan when they walked past the restroom. Again, he tried to conjure up some words. ‘Wait, hold on! I need to go! Please come with me!’ But they failed to materialize, and then they were out the door, and his chance was gone.
Through the parking lot, Duncan struggled. He kept fumbling over his own feet, needing to grip River tighter to avoid falling over. His breathing was coming out in choppy, pained gasps, like he was trying to bike through molasses instead of simply walk across a parking lot. Sweat rolled off his face in sheets, his body fighting to withstand the stretch inside of it. Ohhhh, why hadn’t he gone before they’d left!? He’d be FINE if he’d done that! He’d be anxious, but at least his bladder wouldn’t be trying to burn a hole through his middle.
Hugo unlocked the car, and Duncan was the first inside of it. He slammed his door shut and stuffed both of his hands between his legs. “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go…” Duncan moaned, his voice returning in an instant to give life to the words he’d been trying to force out for so long. “Ohhhh, I gotta peeeeee….”
He tore his hands away from his dick when the other door opened and River climbed in. Duncan wasn’t sure why he’d even let go, since his whole plan was to alert River and Hugo to his need… He’d just… He’d gotten so embarrassed!
“River—“ Duncan panted. “River—“
River let out a pleased sigh at the sound of Duncan’s voice. “We did it…” he said. “We stayed calm in there.”
“River—“ Duncan tried again.
Before he could continue, Hugo got into the driver’s seat and they were off to their next destination. “I am VERY proud of you two,” he said. “I know that wasn’t easy, and I’m impressed by how relaxed you both were.”
“I think it helped that it wasn’t super big,” River said. “It also helped that I wasn’t so focused on not peeing my pants.” He laughed then.
Duncan flinched, bouncing his knees rapidly and crossing his ankles. His fingers curled around his leather seat— and dear GOD, how he wished it were one made of porcelain instead… “Hugo, I—“
“Do you feel up to going to the hardware store, too?”
“Y—Yes,” Duncan answered. “And, I—“
“Yeah,” River agreed. “We should be—“
“I need to go to the bathroom!” Duncan blurted out, and now that he’d said it, he went back to holding himself, doubling over, hands buried in the crease his body created.
River stared at Duncan’s twitching, pained position. “… You had to go the whole time we were at the store, didn’t you?” He asked.
“Yessss!” Duncan moaned. “I— I wanted to ask you and Hugo to go with me when we were checking out, but I— I—“
“You… Couldn’t talk,” River stated. “That’s it, right? When you’re scared, you have trouble saying anything?”
Duncan glanced up and nodded. “And, the only other way I could think of to tell you I had to pee, was to…”
“Do… Kinda what you’re doing now?” River guessed. “But, in public where it would have been really embarrassing?”
“Yeah.”
“Aw, Duncan, I’m sorry!” River said. “I thought you were JUST scared, I didn’t realize you also had to—“
“The hardware store’s REALLY close,” Hugo said. “It’s quicker to get there than it is to get back to the cabin. Five more minutes, is that okay?”
“Y—Yes,” Duncan said. “But, I need to— Right when we get there, I need to…”
“As soon as we’re through the door, don’t worry,” Hugo said. “I kinda gotta go too, so I’ll be with you.”
Duncan gritted his teeth, crossed his legs, and held onto himself for dear life as he begged the car to move just a little faster. Five minutes weren’t long, but they could still be excruciating in the right circumstances.
Hugo parked as close to the store as he could, hoping to minimize the amount of steps separating Duncan from the toilets. Hugo tried to remember which side of the store the restrooms were on, and hoped he’d gotten it right.
Duncan yanked off his seatbelt and scrambled from the car. He jumped from foot to foot, wishing he could just run straight in there by himself, calling “I’ll meet back up with you by the entrance!” Over his shoulder as he ran to the nearest available toilet. He couldn’t, though. He had to wait, he had to wait so River and Hugo could go WITH him and ensure he felt safe and secure. Hugo, Duncan knew, would keep him and River safe anywhere.
River came to Duncan’s side and put an arm around his trembling shoulders. Even now that he was out of the car, Duncan hadn’t moved his hands away from his groin. Poor guy was overflowing… River couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized back at the other store! “I’m so sorry…” he said. “It will all be over soon.”
Duncan just kept dancing in place. He didn’t care if someone noticed now. His flailing, frantic motions were still less embarrassing than soaked pants would be, and if he stopped moving even for a second, he’d drench himself from the waist down immediately.
Hugo came around and led them inside. He was relieved when they walked through the door and the sign for the restrooms was right beside them. Duncan’s eyes latched onto it, his bladder roiling and doing somersaults in his belly. He had to pee so bad that he was getting nauseas.
“Okay, right here…” Hugo said, taking them down the small corridor.
Duncan spurted and leaked with each step, drips leaving him as his bladder became determined to explode right at the finish line. ‘Please, please, just a few more seconds, I can make it…’
“O—Oh no…”
Hugo’s voice.
“FUCK!”
River’s.
Duncan opened his pinched shut eyes. Then blinked them several times. What he saw in front of him couldn’t have been real. It was impossible. Not NOW. Not when he was already peeing in his pants, not when every second added another gallon to his impossible burden.
But no matter how long Duncan stared, the sign on the door refused to change.
The men’s room was being cleaned.
Duncan wasn’t going to get to use a toilet any time soon.
But, there was no space left in his bladder for that! There was no room in there at all! He was filled to the brim, half his body weight was surely made up of urine. His kidneys were floating. His teeth hurt. His eyes burned. He felt like he was going to cry, and then pee his pants.
The women’s room was open! Could Duncan ask the others to go in there WITH him, though? That would be… That would be super hard for River, wouldn’t it? Really, really uncomfortable… But, Duncan couldn’t hold it any longer, and there were TOILETS in there, and he needed one NOW, and the only difference would be the lack of urinals and the SIGN on the door, and—
Spurt… Hsss…
And Duncan was PEEING, and— His eyes welled up, he clutched himself more firmly. He was so lost in his own Hell that he didn’t feel River and Hugo rushing him out of the store, didn’t notice until he was outside again and the sun was blinding him. He was so confused, so disoriented. Fuck… He needed somewhere…
God, there were all those display toilets hardware stores always had in the plumbing section! He could use one of those! Yeah, yeah, yeah! So long as Hugo bought it afterwards, no one would complain! Duncan would PEE, and everything would be fine, and—
He realized River was helping him back into the car, and he panicked. “I can’t hold it all the way home! I need— I gotta use one of the—“ He fumbled, trying to explain his brilliant ‘display toilet’ idea, and this time his inability to find his words had everything to do with delirious desperation rather than fear.
He heard things being tossed around in the trunk, and then the absolutely torturous sound of running water, which prompted more liquid to seep into his already sodden pants. “Nnnnh…. River—“
“Hold on,” River encouraged him. “You can do it…”
The driver’s side door popped open, and Duncan heard Hugo’s voice speaking to River, “Here—“
“Thank you…” River said. “Duncan, move your hands.”
Duncan whipped his head back and forth. “I’ll pee!”
“It’s gonna be okay…” River said, gently brushing Duncan’s hands away even as he made little, mewling protests, begging that he NEEDED to hold himself otherwise he’d GO.
Duncan heard his zipper come apart, and that noise was way too much. His dam split apart, shattered into millions of pieces, and he was pissing with such a violent force it almost hurt coming out. His face scrunched up further in dismay, he couldn’t stop! He’d lost it, he was wetting his pants in a public parking lot— Hugo was gonna be mad that he’d peed all over the seat!
Duncan realized a few seconds later that he didn’t feel any warmer, and there was a noise he couldn’t identify, a rattling sound…
“There…” River said in a soft, encouraging tone. “There you go… That’s better…”
Duncan finally opened his eyes back up, and saw that he WASN’T having an accident after all. River was aiming his tip into the opening of one of the large soda bottles they’d bought, and he was in the process of throughly re-filling it.
“Sorry you had to hear Hugo pouring this thing out,” River said, still focused on directing Duncan’s stream for him. “A—And I’m sorry that I’m… Fuck, I shoulda asked first before I started touching you…”
“It’s…” Duncan panted out, chest rising and falling slowly as the tension slipped away from him. “It’s alright… I was… Losing it…”
“I know…” River said. “You… Er… You want me to keep—“
“I’m…” Duncan gasped. His body was floating, he was barely aware of where he was anymore. All he could comprehend was that, suddenly, he was feeling loads better. “I’m too… You do it…”
“Okay,” River said, focusing again. Wow, Duncan had so much in him… No wonder he’d been flipping out like that. This was a liter bottle, he’d already filled it past the halfway mark. River wasn’t sure if he could do that even when at his MOST desperate. Duncan had gone super limp, which made the job of aiming for him pretty easy. With his eyes shut and his breathing so slow and relaxed, he almost looked like he’d fallen asleep while gushing.
Duncan wasn’t asleep though. He was awake, and mostly alert. As alert as one could be while lost in a world of unfathomable relief, anyway. It took him longer than he’d like to admit to truly register the fact that River was touching his dick. River’s hand was wrapped around it, direct skin-to-skin contact for the first time.
Oh… Oh noooo! Duncan’s first time touching River’s penis had been while helping him piss, and now the REVERSE was true, too! The— The first time wasn’t supposed to be this way! He’d wanted it to come when they were in the midst of heavy, passionate kissing, and had been unable to contain their excitement any longer!
But… River WAS still touching him now. And… And that felt really, really good. Almost as good as peeing did. Now, if only River would start moving his hand a little bit, just up and down nice and slow… As Duncan’s stream tapered off, his cock started to twitch, he felt it expanding, felt it aching for more of River’s touch, felt—
“O—Oh gosh!” River said, hurriedly screwing the cap back onto the soda bottle.
Duncan’s eyes opened again, and he remembered where he was. And that it wasn’t the right place for a tryst with River— Especially not their first. River was covering his face now, blushing.
Hugo, still facing forward in the driver’s seat, asked “Did something spill?”
“Nah—No!” River said. “Don’t look back here!”
Now Duncan was blushing too, he shoved his member back into his pants and zipped up. Fuck, how had he forgotten he and River weren’t even ALONE? How could he have let himself get… Like THAT here…
“Duncan? You done?” Hugo asked. “You decent?”
Duncan didn’t feel ‘decent’ at all. He felt like a total pervert… “Uh— Yeah, I… Finished peeing.”
“You wanna go back into the store? You’re not… too… uh…”
“T—Too what!?” Duncan asked, panicking. Had Hugo seen it through the rearview mirror? Did he know Duncan had gotten way, WAY too excited?
“Er… Wet…” Hugo said awkwardly.
Oh. Right… Duncan had ALSO partially pissed his pants today. He’d forgotten that part somehow. “…Yeah, I think we should save this for another time,” he said.
“Okay,” Hugo said. “No problem.” |
“I… Earlier…” River said, as he and Duncan lay in bed that night. “I… Did not mean to make you…”
“It’s fine,” Duncan said. “I didn’t mean to GET… like that. But, I mean, your hand was RIGHT on me, I was already pretty sensitive, and you’re crazy hot, so it was sorta just bound to happen…” He trailed off, remembering now that River HADN’T gotten hard when Duncan had aimed for him…
Why didn’t River’s body react to Duncan the same way Duncan’s reacted to him?
Maybe the whole piss factor part of it had just been a big turn-off for River, though. Duncan didn’t think he had a pee kink either, but it would take a LOT more than that to prevent him from getting hard when a good-looking guy was touching his cock.
“I didn’t make you uncomfortable with that, did I?” Duncan asked.
River shook his head. “No, it’s not like you had control over it. I’m just glad you finished going first. It’s supposed to be tricky to piss if you’re hard, right?”
Duncan nodded, wondering if River had somehow managed to never wake up with morning wood and a full bladder… Duncan wasn’t sure how long ago River had had his operation, maybe it just hadn’t happened yet? “Yeah, it isn’t easy. And if you DO manage to go that way, and you’re standing up, you’ll probably make a mess.” Now, Duncan felt a little like he was giving River a warning that he’d need to abide in the future at some point. Passing down some wisdom to him.
“Oh,” River said. “I guess that makes sense…” He kissed Duncan on the cheek. “Goodnight,” he said. “Hope you sleep well.”
Duncan kissed him back. “I love you, babe.”
***
The next morning, River woke with a damp crotch. But, his bladder was so brutally, painfully full that he doubted HE was the one who’d had the accident. River only got up feeling this urgently desperate if he didn’t empty himself out even ONCE during the night.
He uncurled himself from Duncan, seeing that his partner’s pants were just as soaked as his own were. River contemplated staying in bed until Duncan woke up, and insisting that HE’D been the one— the ONLY one— to wet the bed. Duncan had soaked him enough to make it pretty difficult to tell for sure.
River’s bladder protested AGAINST that idea, however. Maybe if he relieved himself quickly enough, he could get BACK in bed before Duncan got up and still manage to pull off his plan, but he couldn’t simply LAY here and wait without risking a real accident.
So, River got up, and realized he was now going to have to walk through the hall in pee-stained pants to get to the toilet. Maybe Hugo had already left for the day, though… And, if not, River could just hide the wet spot on his way to the restroom— His hands kept inching towards his crotch on their own anyways!
He allowed them to make contact, allowed them to squeeze his opening closed. This was another thing that had begun to feel vastly different after his surgery. River found himself needing to cork his bladder up by-hand more often than he cared to admit, so he had plenty of opportunities to make some comparisons. Before, he usually pressed his hands one on top of the other, digging into the same spot. Now, what tended to work best was to put one hand against his tip where the urine came out, and wrap the other around his shaft for more support. It was sort of interesting to him how a little thing like that had changed.
His hands digging into himself and inadvertently shielding his damp spot from view, River left the bedroom. He was surprised he hadn’t woken up to go sooner— He was surprised he hadn’t ALSO peed the bed like Duncan had! River needed a pee so bad that walking a few brief paces down the hall was sending shooting pangs through his body. If his legs didn’t stay close enough together, he felt scorching trembles threatening to burst him apart.
He got to the door, exhaling with relief. It was nearly over now.
“River…?” Hugo said, coming down the hall from his room. “Good morning, are you…” He paused, looking closer at River’s hands and pajama pants. “Oh no, did you have another bad dream?”
River shrugged. He was fine with telling Duncan the mess was all his fault, but telling Hugo was more embarrassing. Hugo didn’t have nightmares like River did. Hugo never peed the bed at all. He shifted between his feet from more than just his urgency. “Y—Yeah…” he said.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
River shook his head. Not only did he NOT have time to talk right now, he also hadn’t actually HAD a bad dream last night, so there was nothing to discuss. “M—Maybe later,” he said, the hands around his dick pressing down further.
Hugo watched. “Don’t be ashamed of this” he said. “Go change, I’ll get everything washed that needs to be.”
“Er…” River trailed off. He knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to say “In a minute, I need the toilet first.” It had suddenly become hard to say it for some reason.
“I know, I know,” Hugo said. “It’s embarrassing, but it’s bad for your skin, and you’ll feel better once you’re changed out of that. Then we can pretend it never happened.”
“Uh…” River still couldn’t do it!
“And, don’t forget the sheets,” Hugo added. “I’ll clean that up too.”
River sighed and ignored the confused thrashing in his bladder as he backed away from the restroom door. He cursed himself. Any other day, he wouldn’t have trouble just interrupting Hugo and shouting out “I get all that, but I gotta piss before I do ANYTHING else!” He just hadn’t been able to DO it now, not when Hugo was standing there, talking to him about getting cleaned up after an ‘accident’. It didn’t even matter that this accident hadn’t been HIS, the fact he’d let Hugo think it was was enough!
So, he went back to his bedroom, carrying what felt like a rock-hard water balloon in his midsection. He just had to get changed, then he could go… He didn’t even need to worry about the sheets until Duncan was actually awake. Some of the pee had stained his top as well, so he was going to have to get completely changed. Pulling his shirt up over his head forced his abdominal muscles to stretch out a little bit, skin pulling tautly over the surging organ in his core, and once his shirt was off, his hands flew back between his legs. He rocked himself against his grip, his bare shoulders shuddering, spine knotting.
River took a series of heavy breaths, reminding himself the toilet was RIGHT down the hall, and he’d be able to use it a lot FASTER if he finished changing. It struck him then how silly it was to change out of WET clothes that he was fighting so furiously not to get any more piss on, and put on DRY clothes that he might not be able to KEEP dry for long.
Once he felt like he had wrenched back enough of his control, he gingerly released his dick from his hands. Now that nothing blocked his view, he found himself startled by the appearance of his lower abdomen. His bladder FELT like it was stuffed to the gills, hard as a rock, and trying to push its way out of his skin— But it also sort of LOOKED that way.
His middle was bloated, jutting out very slightly between his hip-bones. His pajama pants were tighter around him than usual. The harsh, distended shape scared him a little. He’d only seen his body do that a FEW times in the past.
When he was younger, his Mother had gotten angry with him for dressing up like a male character when his class played dress-up. So, she ordered him to his room. River had thought the punishment would only last five or ten minutes, since that was how it usually went, but she made him stay there for hours. It didn’t take long for River to need to go, and he shouted and begged to be allowed out for just a minute so he could use the bathroom.
Mother told him no every time, told him she wasn’t ready to look at him yet, told him to just “hold it, like a big girl.” River did his best to listen, but he’d just had to go so much, it hurt really bad, and then his midsection was protruding and it freaked him out. A while later, following a lot more begging, he couldn’t wait a second longer. And then he was in trouble for THAT too.
On his first day of middle school, River had gotten lost in the building, which was much larger than the elementary school. He didn’t know where any of his classes were, they were all spread out apart from another, and no one would talk to him and help him out. He kept arriving late and getting in trouble… And then he needed to pee.
He didn’t know where any of the bathrooms were, either, and kept thinking it was MORE important to focus on finding his classrooms in time— He’d go pee at lunch when he had more time to look around. When lunchtime finally arrived, he was so desperate that he could barely stand up, and walking in a straight line was impossible. When the bell rang, he noticed that his belly looked bloated, and that freaked him out. The teacher whose class just ended noticed River’s desperation and asked him if he knew where the toilets were, to which River blurted out that he DIDN’T and that he was going to burst!
The teacher brought him to a restroom and River ran in. But, once he was in a stall, he peed his pants trying to get them down.
Once, during his first night on the streets, he’d been too scared to pull down his pants in an alleyway to relieve himself, and could find nowhere else to do it. None of the stores were still open. The nearest construction site was a long walk from where he was, and he had no idea if the portaloos set up there would be accessible after everyone had gone home. It was either piss in the alley or hold it until morning, and River was so frightened that he decided to hold it until morning.
A couple hours later was when he noticed he was getting swollen. Fifteen minutes after that, he’d wet his pants.
After discovering how much it was going to cost him to clean his clothes at a laundromat, River got over his fear of peeing outside so that he wouldn’t have to get them washed too often.
River knew now that the swelling meant ‘Get to a toilet NOW or you’re going to have an accident!’ The swelling always came JUST before he peed his pants, it was a sign that he was nearing his limit— As if the angry, rippling surges criss-crossing through his lower abdomen hadn’t been enough to clue him in.
‘Fucking idiot…’ River thought as he struggled out of his pajama pants. ‘Why the Hell’d you have to get so shy about this anyway? Why didn’t you tell Hugo you had to—‘ When his pants fell around his ankles, he realized the wetness had made it to his boxers (But, he didn’t want to speculate if it was just from Duncan’s accident, or if HE’D sprung a leak himself). He was gonna have to change those, too.
Yesterday, when he and Duncan had been getting dressed, River hadn’t removed his boxers at any point.
He looked over his shoulder. Duncan still looked asleep… And why was he so worried anyway? Duncan had seen his dick before. Duncan LIKED his dick! River shouldn’t be nervous about taking it out now! And, this was a really bad time to be getting bashful, he couldn’t keep dawdling unless he wanted to make a big puddle on the floor. He tore the boxers down in one quick motion, momentarily stunned by the sudden loss of pressure in his bladder. He hadn’t realized they’d been squeezing it so hard!
Speaking of squeezing, River accidentally let himself relax a little too much, and was startled by the sight of a pale yellow droplet seeping from his tip. It fell, landed on the sodden clothes at his feet, and he squeezed himself tightly to keep from letting loose another. He jumped in place, hitching his hips to and fro, aware of how utterly ridiculous he must have looked. Pee dancing was embarrassing as Hell, pee-dancing while naked was enough to make him want to go invisible.
At least Duncan was asleep and couldn’t see this…
River moved to the wardrobe, and had to fight hard to get even ONE of his hands to unwrap from his cock so that he could pull it open. As soon as he’d dislodged one of them, the other started pressing twice as hard. It was actually causing him some pain to be holding himself so tightly. He was reminded of how, right after his phalloplasty, he’d been scared that if he just moved wrong, he’d somehow break it. The doctors had all told him that wasn’t possible, that now that he’d had the operation, it was there for keeps. Even River had known his anxiety was illogical, but it was hard to help it when he’d spent so long thinking nothing could make his body into a thing he wanted to live in; Of course, he’d thought it too good to be true, and that something would happen to take it away.
The abuse he was giving his dick now was proof that he hadn’t needed to worry. He was basically strangling the poor thing and it was fine. He grabbed some clothes, just sweatpants and a shirt. Those would be really easy to put on. He skipped getting new boxers just so that he could cut down on the number of steps separating him from relief. “Ffff… Gotta go…” He muttered. “I need a damn piss… Why couldn’t I just fucking say that?”
Duncan’s eyes blinked open. He felt cold, clammy wetness between his thighs. Either one, or both of them had peed in bed last night… With fragments of his nightmare still clinging to his memory, Duncan was sure he’d been at least partially responsible. Still bleary with sleep, he turned and saw River wasn’t next to him… He could hear River’s voice though, gruff and frustrated, and he looked up to see River hurriedly trying to tug a pair of sweatpants up his legs, and not having much success because they kept crossing together, and his feet refused to stop dancing. He also kept needing to STOP dressing himself so that he could put his hands around his dick…
His bare dick… River had either forgotten or skipped putting boxers on… Duncan now had a VERY pleasant view of River’s body, bare from the knees up where the pants were pinned between his trembling legs. Everything about River was utterly delectable to Duncan’s eyes. His lithe arms, his bare chest, his smooth butt, his tantalizing dick … Which had little spurts of liquid seeping out of it. And then, there was that swell in his stomach that Duncan hadn’t noticed yesterday.
Duncan had still been so sleepy that it wasn’t until he noticed those LAST two things that he finally put it together; River was bursting. Fully and completely by the looks of it. And, with as desperate as River was, Duncan doubted he’d peed at all during the night, which meant the damp sheets were entirely his OWN doing.
That didn’t bother him, though. Other mornings, it might have. Other mornings, he would have groaned, teared up a little, cursed the organization for making him pee the bed when he hadn’t done that since he was a little kid. But today, Duncan didn’t want River to have an accident as well, so he ignored those feelings and came to his boyfriend’s side. “Do you need help?”
River jumped, and Duncan saw a bit more pee shoot out of him from the fright, saw it splash the wooden floor at his feet. They’d have to wipe that up later… “D—Duncan, you’re awake…” River said.
“Yeah…” Duncan said, smiling. “Silly River, why didn’t you go pee before getting dressed?”
“Ah— H—Hugo saw my pajamas were wet— B—because I peed the bed— so he told me to— And I was embarrassed to say I had to— I— I don’t know, I gotta piss so bad I can barely fucking move.”
Duncan nodded, knowing that he at least had ONE way to help River feel better. “Nah, I think last night it was just ME that had an accident,” he said. “You look like you didn’t go all night.”
River flinched, gasping with urgency at Duncan’s words. “Hahh—!” His bladder didn’t appreciate having to hear aloud how long it had been since River had last let it relax. “M—Maybe…” He grunted, still not wanting Duncan to feel bad. “I— Fuckfuckfuck—“ River gave in and clutched at himself again, bobbing up and down. The pants rolled the rest of the way down his legs. “I can’t fucking believe this, I can’t even—“
“It’s okay…” Duncan knelt down. He felt pretty silly pulling River’s pants up for him, when he knew it was entirely possible he was going to need to help him pull them back DOWN in a couple minutes, but he did it anyway, slowly pulling them up River’s legs, over his dick and the hands still grasping it. Since they were sweat pants, and awfully loose, River hadn’t needed to even move his hands.
Duncan looked at the shirt River had gotten. He WOULD need to move his hands for that… But, he’d skipped boxers, maybe he could skip the shirt, too? “You wanna go to the restroom now, or do you need the shirt?”
River really, REALLY wanted to go to the restroom now. But, without a shirt, Hugo could end up seeing River’s scars… In this case, it wasn’t the scars beneath his nipples, nor the one down his forearm, that River was worried about someone seeing. Hugo had been there with him through the whole process of his surgeries, he KNEW they were there and had seen them, he’d had to help River BATHE as he’d recovered, the scars didn’t PHASE him.
THOSE scars didn’t, anyway.
But, there were a couple other ones, a couple NEW ones, that Hugo might not want to see. Several on his back, caused by acid burns, caused by the Organization. Hugo had never seen those before…
“Y—Yeah, I want the shirt,” River said.
“Okay…” Duncan said. “You’ll have to move your arms…”
“I— I know…” River slowly and shakily released his dick, moved his hands out from beneath his waistband. A lurching, shuddering flare of need bubbled through his bladder, and he bent forwards to reaffirm his grip. “Ahhhnnn….” A little trickle escaped him anyway, darkening the grey material of the sweatpants. “Can’t— Can’t—“
“Um, I’ll help! I’ll help— Um…” Duncan thought for a second. “I’ll hold it while you put the shirt on, if you’re comfortable with—“
River nodded, easing his own hands away again. “DO IT! Hurry!”
Duncan went around to River’s front and pressed his hands against River’s dick, sort of trying to pin it against River’s thigh. “If it’s hurting, tell m—“
“It’s fine, don’t let go…” River encouraged, reaching for the shirt and beginning to pull it on.
Duncan’s face burned as he kept squeezing. It was a little strange to be holding someone else’s crotch… For THIS reason, anyway. He hadn’t ever thought about it— Why WOULD he think about it— but when he held his own dick to forestall the urge to urinate, things like the amount of pressure to use were pretty instinctual. He hoped he was holding on tight enough for River’s bladder… Duncan felt the warmth of River’s earlier leak, but it DID seem to be cooling off rather than getting warmer, so River must not have lost anymore.
Duncan didn’t feel that awkward doing this, either. He’d felt up River’s cock over his clothes lots of times. So far, that was ALL they’d done together, just over the clothes touching. This wasn’t SO different. He just had to keep his hands in the same spot this time, couldn’t move them, wasn’t trying his best to get River erect and wondering what he was doing wrong to prevent that from happening. Of course River wasn’t hard this time, his bladder probably hurt too much for him to get that way.
Once River had his shirt on, he brushed Duncan’s hands away and took over, pinching himself closed as he hobbled for the door. “Gotta piss… Gotta piss… Dear fuck, I gotta piss…” He muttered.
Duncan followed after him. He sort of needed to go as well, and he wasn’t entirely convinced that River wouldn’t need MORE help.
Once more, River reached the restroom door, and no one interrupted him before he could grab the doorknob. He pushed it open and scrambled inside. He shut the door and began frantically bouncing in front of the toilet. He yanked the sweatpants down, letting them fall back around his ankles, and aimed for the bowl. Liquid blasted out of him, slamming into the water and creating a thunderous roar of blissful release.
Outside, Duncan had been a little worried about River, wondering if he should have gone in right after him to help him get the pants back OFF, but when he heard the ear-splitting hiss of liquid hitting liquid, he had to assume that River had managed it and was now free to let go. A loud, low groan of pleasure reverberated from behind the door and confirmed it.
Those sounds were making Duncan need to go a whole lot more, and he crossed his legs together, let his ankles rub.
In front of the toilet, River started to tremble where he stood. This felt so amazing… He could feel the nerve-wracking ball of bloat in his midsection growing smaller, knew that by the time he was done his stomach would be flat again, no longer protruding with far too much urine. He recalled his assessment from the previous day, that he probably wouldn’t be able to fill up a liter bottle even when he was bursting, and thought now that he’d been mistaken. It felt to him like if he’d been doing this into a bottle, he could fill it up just as high as Duncan had.
Back in the hall, Duncan saw Hugo come around the corner from the kitchen, ready to head out. Hugo stopped when he spotted Duncan at the restroom door, in his wet pajamas, shifting around. “Did you have a nightmare, too?”
Duncan nodded. “I think it was just me,” he said. “River was… Kinda having an emergency when he got up, so he must not have gone last night.”
Hugo paused, now able to hear the sound of River’s bladder exploding in the restroom, the furious rush of a stream against porcelain, the light, floaty moans…
Then he remembered how he’d seen River right in front of the restroom earlier, and had told him to go get changed right away. It should have been obvious that he’d been interrupting! Yet, he’d still assumed River’s anxious twitching was caused by embarrassment over wetting the bed, not desperation. Aw, jeez… Now he felt terrible!
He listened as the jet of water dissipated into a trickle, listened to some shuffling of clothing and the flush of the toilet, listened as River quickly ran his hands under the sink’s faucet for what couldn’t have been even a full second… Then, the door opened, and there River was, face flushed pink, shoulders limp, legs swaying. He had a sort of dazed look on his face…
“River, I’m sorry I sent you back to your room,” Hugo said. “I didn’t realize you had to pee, I thought you were just embarrassed!”
“I— I sort of was…” River said. “I wanted everyone to think I’d pissed the bed so Duncan wouldn’t feel bad, and then I was… I guess too ashamed to let you know I was desperate when you thought I’d just…”
“River, I wouldn’t have felt bad!” Duncan said. “Er, I mean, I would have… But only for a bit! I’d get over it! I’m— I’m ALREADY over it. You didn’t need to pretend it was all you. And— And you shouldn’t feel ashamed to tell someone you have to pee after you’ve had an accident, either. Er… See? I… I wet the bed last night, and now I have to go again, and… And that’s not…” He frowned, chest and face going warm. “I don’t know where I’m going with this… I just don’t want you to worry so much…”
“O—Oh, you need to pee too?” River got out of the doorway. “Th—There you go.”
Duncan stepped in— doing so a LOT more calmly than River had earlier— lowered the seat on the toilet, pulled down his pants, and sat. As he emptied his bladder with a soft sigh, he could overhear River and Hugo talking.
“River, I guess it was nice of you to try to take the blame,” Hugo said. “But… You usually… You speak up when you need to go.”
“I tried to earlier, it was just hard!” River said. “Like I said, I got all embarrassed, and stuff.”
“That’s… You didn’t…” Hugo didn’t finish the thought.
Duncan finished peeing and stood from the toilet. He knew what Hugo had been about to say, and he was glad he’d stopped himself. River didn’t need to hear the words “You didn’t used to do things like that” again. River knew that things about his behavior had changed. River knew that he was more scared now, and that he was more ashamed of himself now.
Everyone had been brought to the Organization for a reason. Everyone had been brought there because someone hated them, because someone thought they needed to be punished. The people that had been brought there with River and Duncan had been scam-artists, child abusers, thieves— One person had even been a cold-hearted killer.
While Duncan found the method of retribution brought to those people abhorrent, he could at least understand WHY someone had wanted vengeance against them. He could even understand why someone had wanted to make HIM suffer.
But, he could never, EVER understand the reason River had been put there.
River’s Mother had paid for his execution, and his crime was simply not wanting to take the Estrogen hormones anymore. His crime had been nothing more than just being himself. His Mother had already kicked him out of her home, barred him from her life, but that hadn’t been enough. When she’d seen him volunteering at a nursing home one day, when she’d seen the changes to his features, the scar on his arm, knew that he’d become the person he wanted to be, she’d thought that worthy of death.
When they’d been imprisoned, when he and River were about to be killed, videos were shown explaining what they’d been condemned for. And that was how Duncan had learned River was intersex, how he’d learned River had been raised as a girl. That had been surprising, but not as much of a gut-punch as the reveal that River’s own parents had wanted him killed for it. The people whom were supposed to love and protect River the most had done the exact opposite, and the Organization played a very, very long video testimony from River’s Mother wherein she broke down exactly how much she hated River, how much he disgusted her, how much she wished she’d never even given birth to him.
Duncan had watched River’s face change throughout the video, and it became clear that his Mother’s words were a worse torture for him than anything else the Organization had subjected him to.
So yes, River felt shame now more than he ever had before. It didn’t matter what exactly was causing him to feel ashamed, the feelings remained intense and painful.
***
(The reason River doesn’t get hard from Duncan touching him/Hasn’t woken up with a boner is just because erections work differently for someone with a phalloplasty. River CAN get hard, but it’s not spontaneous/automatic for him. Duncan isn’t aware of this, and so expects River’s body to respond the same way his own does and it’s making him anxious when it doesn’t. River also doesn’t realize what Duncan doesn’t know, so doesn’t notice his anxiety. In future chapters, River and Duncan will have more discussions about this, but I wanted to clear it up now for anyone who doesn’t already know.
I’m not sure how much River’s Mom is going to show up in this fic, since there is no way the two of them will encounter one another again, so she’ll only make appearances in flashbacks.
River’s Mom believes that something she did wrong during the pregnancy is responsible for River being born intersex. She spent his childhood trying to make sure he grew into a ‘normal’ woman and keep him from getting ‘confused’. (Which is also why she refused to tell him about his condition.) Any deviation (such as dressing masculinely for a game) would make River’s Mom panic. She viewed River’s rejection of being a woman as a rejection of all the the ‘work’ she did to make him ‘normal’, and as an act of betrayal.
And, yeah, the way the Organization works is, if someone wants another person dead, they can pay money to have them killed. They have to submit a video where they explain why they want that person to die. Prior to their execution, the victim will have to watch the video so they know the reason they’ve been brought there. The Organization also doesn’t really care WHAT the reason is, so long as they get the money. So, sometimes the people killed are guilty of heinous crimes such as murder or child abuse, and other times it’s like what happened with River.) |
This is a pretty dark one, you're going to see a flashback of River's Mom. So, warnings for transphobia, interphobia and medical abuse.
***
River shoved the plate away from himself forcefully, the material squeaking against the wooden table. “Are you kidding me?” He snapped. He hadn’t meant to shout, but the sight of that crumbled up pill in his food had made him so furious.
“You know,” his Mom said. “If you would take the hormones on your own, we wouldn’t need to do things like this. You’re the one deciding to make it difficult.”
“I’m not taking them,” River said with a groan. “I’m not going to let you turn me into a girl.”
“You are a girl,” Mom told him. “No one is turning you into anything— It’s what you are, you just need a little extra help to grow into yourself.”
River scooted back his chair and started to stand.
His Dad grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back down. “Finish your dinner.”
“No,” River said. “I’m not getting drugged.”
“That’s right,” Dad agreed. “You’re NOT getting ‘drugged’, you’re being given medication that you NEED.” He sighed. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you’re behaving like a child. You’re sixteen years old, it’s time you matured.”
River didn’t understand how this was a matter of maturity. He couldn’t understand his parents at all. A few months ago, he’d seen a kid at his school taking iron supplements for anemia, and he’d been surprised. Not because he’d found another person with his same condition, but because the pills THAT guy was taking looked absolutely NOTHING like the ‘anemia medication’ his parents gave HIM every day.
So, when he got home, he looked up the letters that were etched into HIS pills, and made the discovery that they WEREN’T iron supplements at all— And that he probably DIDN’T have anemia. Instead, his pills were hormones; Estrogen, and another one that was supposed to ‘suppress testosterone production’. Why would he need THAT? When he read the effects, he got even more confused.
The hormones were supposed to cause him to undergo female puberty. But, as much as River didn’t like it, he WAS already female, right? He had a vagina… It didn’t look very much like the ones in his health textbook, but that was probably only because everyone’s body was a little different. The websites said the pills caused ‘breast development’, except… Wasn’t that going to happen anyway? River had been repulsed ever since he first saw those things growing in, had pressed his hands against them as hard as he could, like he could force them back into his body and have his chest flat again. But, he’d known that they were coming, he’d known that they were inevitable, and would show up on their own.
So then, why the pills?
Come to think of it, River was sixteen years old and he hadn’t gotten his first period. Mom was always asking him if it had showed up yet, and River had been dreading that inevitability for years… Sixteen was really, REALLY late to still not have one, wasn’t it?
Suddenly, River didn’t think he wanted to take his pills anymore. Just to see what would happen if they were gone. Something just didn’t feel right… Something HADN’T felt right for a long time, but now it felt even more wrong than ever.
From that day on, whenever River’s parents handed him the hormone pills, he’d stick them into his mouth. But, instead of swallowing them, he’d spit them out into the toilet. It only took about a month for his parents to catch on; They spotted the results before River himself did. They noticed fuzz growing in on his chin, heard his voice cracking and changing. “You’ve stopped taking your pills,” his Mom had said. It wasn’t a question, she already knew. Briskly, she informed him that his medication was non-negotiable. She was going to monitor him from then on to make sure he actually swallowed them.
An argument ensued, River told her again and again that he was not going to take ANY medication until he was told what it was for.
“It’s for your anemia, you know that.”
River shook his head. “Estrogen doesn’t treat anemia— I bet I don’t even HAVE that, do I?”
“It’s not estrogen,” his Mom said. She laughed, as if River were being ridiculous. “It’s an iron supplement.”
“The label on the pill says it’s something else.”
They got louder, until River’s Dad came downstairs to see what was going on. His Mom told him that River was refusing his medication. River, again, demanded to know what he needed it for. After a lot more arguing, River’s Dad told him.
And suddenly things started to make sense. He’d always felt so uncomfortable as a girl, had always had it in the back of his mind that someone had made a mistake when he was born, and now that had just been confirmed. The surgeons that had operated on him when he was a baby had just gotten it wrong, and River being raised as a female had all been a huge misunderstanding. All River had to do now was correct those surgeons’ errors and everything would be fixed.
In those first few moments of knowing the truth, River hadn’t felt betrayed, he hadn’t felt despair, he’d only felt hope. He was even a little excited. He thought he may have been smiling a little. “Oh, okay,” he said. “That explains it… The doctors just messed up.”
His parents didn’t react the way he’d been expecting them to; The way he NEEDED them to.
“What did they mess up?” Mom asked.
“They picked the wrong thing,” River said. “They made me into a girl, but that wasn’t right.” He laughed a little, a relieved breath exhaling through his nose. “All my life, I didn’t know why I felt like this, but I get it now. I was just always supposed to—“
“They didn’t make you into a girl,” Mom interrupted. “You just are one.”
Upon hearing that, River’s elation started to drain away. He looked to his Dad, hoping that maybe he would understand a little better. Surely, at least one of his parents had to realize that it had been a bad idea to perform a surgery like that on someone who couldn’t even speak yet; They’d only had a 50/50 chance of guessing the right option, that meant there was a huge chance they’d get it wrong! “Dad…?” He said. “I really don’t think—“
“You’re sixteen,” Dad said. “You’re too young to make decisions like this. Take your pills.”
His Dad’s words confused him. At sixteen, he was too young to say he didn’t want the pills anymore. But, as a baby, he’d been old enough to be operated on? Furious, he’d stormed up to his room, his thoughts swirling. He felt violated, all the way down to his bones. He’d never once felt like he truly belonged in his own body, but now that he knew about this, it felt less like it belonged to him than ever before.
There followed a terrible period in his home, filled with constant feuds as River’s parents tried to force him to take the pills. One night, his Dad physically pinned him to the floor and stuffed them into his mouth. He laid there for a while, pretending to swallow them, then when his parents finally left him alone, he opened up the window and spat them into the bush.
And that led to tonight, when Mom had decided to hide the medication in his food. River was not going to eat it. He would starve before he let even one more of those pills enter his body. HIS body. It belonged to HIM. What went into it, what was DONE to it… Those decisions weren’t his parents’ to make.
The shouting and screaming that night was unreal. His Mom called him every awful name she could think of, yelled at him that everyone at school would laugh at the ‘girl growing a beard’. River didn’t reply, he didn’t tell her that everyone he went to school already made fun of him, and that he was beyond the point of caring about it. He’d allow himself to be mocked to Hell and back if only he could please, please have control over his own body.
At some point, Dad got so angry at River’s continued refusals that he stormed out of the house. River heard the car pull out of the driveway and knew he wouldn’t be back for a while. Mom started to cry. Hot, angry tears that ran down her face in thick globs. “Look what you did!” She snarled.
River didn’t reply. He didn’t think he’d done anything. And, even if he had, it in no way matched the scale of what his parents had allowed to be done to him. River hadn’t performed unneeded surgeries on them when they couldn’t say no. River hadn’t lied to them every day for sixteen years. River hadn’t forced them to take unnecessary medication that made them feel miserable. At worst, he’d hurled curse words at them, which hardly seemed comparable.
His Mom stared at him. River didn’t see any affection in her eyes. He wondered when the last time he’d seen that even was… She gave him an ultimatum. He was not allowed to leave the table until he agreed that he’d resume taking his hormones.
River shrugged, “You’ll have to let me go to school on Monday, you know?”
“We’ll see. It’s up to you if you go to school on Monday or not.”
River groaned. He could wait her out. She had to go to sleep eventually, after all. Of course, he knew that once this was over, she’d come up with ANOTHER way to try to force those pills into him, but he’d deal with that once the time came.
He really did not understand. If he needed pills to make him into a girl, that meant ‘boy’ was the default for him, didn’t it? So, then why were his parents so shocked and appalled when he told them that was what he was?
In the time since he’d learned the truth about the pills, he’d done research of his own. He’d learned about transgender people and supposed he was sort of like that since he’d been stuck in the wrong box? He related to all the stories trans men had shared about their childhoods, he’d felt the exact same things that they all did. But, at the same time, he wasn’t sure if he quite fit in with THEM either, because some things about him were so different!
All the trans guys talked about taking testosterone to transition, which River didn’t think he’d have to do since his body seemed to be making a lot of that by itself. Most of the trans guys had had menstrual periods at some point in their lives, River never had and never would, so when he read stories talking about how THAT felt, he couldn’t relate as well. Some of them wanted surgery to get rid of their breasts, which River definitely wanted for himself, but it was STILL different, because if he hadn’t been tricked into taking the pills, he wouldn’t HAVE any breasts to start with.
A lot of them also mentioned wanting surgery to change their genitals. River had already had one of those, and that was where all his problems had begun. It was possible another surgery could fix it, but when he read about phalloplasty, he got nervous that it wouldn’t work on someone like him. Maybe since he’d already had the one surgery, he couldn’t have another. Or maybe since his parts weren’t exactly like a ‘typical’ female’s, something would go wrong.
Really, none of that mattered, though. His parents had made it very clear that he did not own his body, all decisions regarding it were to be left up to them. They knew best, even if their choices made him utterly miserable.
All he could do was refuse the pills. That was the only teeny bit of control he could even hope to exert over his own life.
His Mom kept staring at him, her hands folded over the table. She wore a look on her face that told River HE was the one being unreasonable.
River settled in to wait. Once Mom got tired enough, this would end. He was sure of it.
He’d forgotten some important things, though; He had a really small bladder, and it had been about four hours since he’d last relieved himself. The second he got himself comfortable in the chair, he noticed that he needed to go.
He didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t going to poison himself just so he could take a leak. He’d hold it until his bladder broke itself into ten billion shards and ripped him open before he did that.
Not that his middle wasn’t already aching. He wished he’d brought a manga to the table with him. That would have ticked his Mom off too, but at least then he’d have something to distract his mind away from his bladder. As it was, the only thing he could focus on was the ever-growing urge to relax his sphincters and let his urine flow.
Abruptly, he pulled one of his feet up into the chair with him and rocked himself against it. This lessened the need somewhat, and he shut his eyes, trying to relax. He could hold it. He only had to wait until Mom exhausted herself too much, then he could rid himself of the pressure. When he opened his eyes again, Mom was looking at him more intently.
“There will be no visits to the toilet,” Mom told him. “As I said, you are not leaving from this table until you do what I’ve asked.”
River turned from her, a little too sharply as the motion sloshed all the pee filling up his bladder. “I wasn’t going to ask you for that,” he informed. He felt like adding ‘It’s your chair, if you want it pissed in, more power to you,’ but he didn’t want to admit to her that he DID have to go. “I don’t even need it.”
His Mom just smiled at him. Well. More of a smirk.
River, again, tried to understand. It was like she seemed to revel in his discomfort and misery. What kind of a mother did that? It was like she didn’t understand that he even HAD feelings. He didn’t know if she’d EVER considered that. As far as he understood it, from the second he was born she was making enormous choices for him without thinking about how he’d be affected by them.
For a while, the anger he had towards that woman worked as a suitable distraction from the ever growing pain in his pelvic region. It didn’t last, though. Soon the sharp pangs in his bladder were even stronger than his rage, and he was forced to bend forwards and cross his legs, thighs squeezing together hard.
Mom didn’t seem to be dozing off…
Sweat beaded up on River’s brow as he crossed his legs around in the opposite direction.
***
Duncan had made an awful mistake again. He’d really thought he’d learned his lesson the first time he’d done this, but once more, he’d gone to bed without a quick before-sleep pee, and his bladder was now on the verge of rupture. He still didn’t feel up to going down the hall by himself in the dark, so he just had to hope that he either managed to wait until morning, or River woke up to accompany him.
Duncan had actually managed to doze off a few times, his dreams pelting him with images of huge waterfalls, massive sprinkler systems, trickling hoses, and toilets… So many toilets. The last time he’d woken up had been just after he’d sat down on one, seconds before he’d been about to unleash his pee. A part of him wished that he HADN’T woken up just in time to avoid wetting the sheets. At least, if he’d peed in his sleep, River would understand, and he wouldn’t need to hold it anymore.
He’d tried to fall BACK asleep and continue that dream. He wanted to be on that imaginary toilet again more than he thought he’d ever wanted anything. But, by that point, his bladder was hurting him so badly that he COULDN’T rest anymore.
As much as he hated urinating anywhere that wasn’t toilet, he was starting to think it would be a good idea to keep a bottle in the bedroom for nights like this. He just needed to make sure it was a big one. He felt like he was holding a gallon.
He looked at River sleeping beside him. River’s brow was furrowed, his face pinched, and Duncan thought maybe he was having a bad dream and wouldn’t mind being shaken awake to take Duncan to the restroom. Except, sometimes when Duncan got woken up in the middle of a nightmare now, he got pretty freaked out for the first several seconds. River would probably be the same way.
Duncan would do his very best to hold it.
He cupped his hands against his crotch, squeezing tightly. He wanted to give his cock a few strokes, even though nothing about his current predicament was turning him on. He just needed to get hard enough that nothing could leak out of him. He still hadn’t asked River if jerking off in the bed while he was asleep was okay, though. If River DID wake up and found Duncan pleasuring himself, he might react badly.
So, Duncan stuck to just clutching and squirming. He rolled back and forth across his half of the bed, his eyes screwed shut and his teeth gnashing with furious need. His hands strained between his sweaty thighs, his chest shakily rose and fell with shallow, shuddering breaths.
***
It had been almost two hours now, and River was still at the table. He needed to pee so badly that he could taste it. His eyes were welling up with tears brought on by the extreme pressure. His legs were scissoring beneath the table. He nibbled on his lip. He could no longer pretend that he didn’t need the bathroom, but that was no reason to give in.
Honestly, he’d prefer having an accident at the kitchen table to being force-fed pills. If he peed his pants, then he’d just pee his pants… He’d feel gross and grimy until he got changed, and it would be a little embarrassing, but at most it would just be a half hour of clean-up and then he could move on.
The pills were different. The pills caused drastic changes that took surgical intervention to undo, the pills made him feel awful every second of every day. The pills made him feel humiliated every time he looked in a mirror. The pills couldn’t be cleaned up and forgotten about.
Really, the only reason he didn’t just deliberately piss himself now and get it over with was because he knew it would give Mom another reason to be angry at him, another thing to punish him for. He still wanted to hope that his bladder would outlast her.
But, since River’s desperation was now so painfully obvious, Mom seemed convinced that he’d break any minute now so he could have some relief. He wondered to himself if SHE would consider taking testosterone, growing a beard and getting a deep voice, in exchange for one, single piss.
He doubted it.
Maybe he should ask her that, though? Not the piss part, but the rest of it. ‘How would you feel if someone forced you to take testosterone?’ Maybe she’d understand then…
He gave it a try.
His Mom just looked at him, wrinkling up her brow, as if what he’d just said was the most nonsensical thing she’d ever heard. “Why would anyone force me to take testosterone? I’m a woman.”
It was like talking to a brick wall that all the other brick walls made fun of for its lack of listening skills.
River squirmed in his seat. Aches careened through his abdomen and he felt a drip escape him. And then another. He gave in and put his hands against himself, wriggling into the needed pressure of his palms. He wondered what it would be like if he’d been born a normal guy. Or, barring that, if he’d at least been born to normal parents. He had to believe normal parents would ask him “Well, what do YOU want to do? It’s YOUR body.” He had to believe normal parents wouldn’t imprison him at a table and make him hold his bladder in an effort to torture him into obedience.
His need was becoming kind of torturous though. One of the worst things about having a small bladder was having to feel it STRETCH out way earlier than anyone else would. He felt like it was shoving aside all of his other organs, felt like it was being pinched by his narrow hip-bones. He felt so bloated and full that he could barely stop himself from launching to his feet and running to the toilet on pure instinct.
But, that thought gave him pause. Why DIDN’T he just leave? Was Mom going to pin him down physically? River thought he could take her in a fight, it was just his Dad that he couldn’t win against, and HE wasn’t there right now. Really, the only tool Mom had on him right now were her words and, seeing as how she didn’t give a rat’s ass about anything HE had to say, why should he give her that same courtesy?
He started to stand, very gingerly, so as to not rock his bladder out of its precarious position.
Mom stood up too, then leaned over the table, and smacked River hard across the face. “Sit. Down,” she growled.
River was so stunned for a second that he didn’t feel the pee leaking into his pants until it began to roll down his legs. His Mom had never struck him in the face before…
Tightening down his pelvic muscles, he took his seat once more.
***
Duncan was laying on his front, his face in his pillow as he gnashed his teeth against it to keep from voicing aloud his suffering. His hands were pushed so tightly into his groin, nails digging into the sensitive area, that tears were springing to his eyes. He’d leaked. A lot. His pajama pants were cold and sticking to this thighs. He was trying once more to just go to sleep, he knew he’d piss the sheets if he did, but that was preferable to doing it while awake. Peeing the bed while unconscious was understandable, doing it while his eyes were blown wide open with panic wasn’t acceptable at all.
To make matters worse, River was starting to move around a lot in his sleep, and that was causing the bed to shake, and THAT was causing Duncan’s bladder to get jostled around, and THAT was causing him to spring more and more leaks. As soon as he plugged one shut, another quickly began to trickle out and take its place. His teeth ground hard against the material of his pillowcase, sweat rolling off of him in sheets.
He knew River was having a bad dream, he knew that was why he was moving around so much! He wanted to wake him up, to free River from his terror and HIMSELF from his absolutely horrific desperation. He knew better, he knew he couldn’t, he knew River would panic…
‘Ahhhh, I have to goooo!’ Duncan thought, stricken by the sheer force of his agonizing need. No matter how many knots he tied himself up into, his pee just REFUSED to stay put. It kept seeping out, it kept dripping into his clutching hands, it kept re-heating all the cooling wet spots in his pants.
He tried once more to talk himself into getting up and going to the toilet by himself. At this point, he wasn’t even sure if he could walk there without leaving a lake on the floor somewhere, but that hardly seemed to matter since he just couldn’t find the courage to even try.
***
Another hour had passed at the table. It was well after midnight now. Mom seemed to be getting drowsy, but River couldn’t pay close enough attention to tell. He was sitting on top of his hands now, almost humping himself against them as he bounced and bounced and bounced. His legs were coiled together, his feet going numb from having to spend so long without proper blood-flow. He gnashed his teeth together, he fought back tears of pain.
He refused to give in.
Pissing, as amazing as it would feel to do, was NOT worth capitulating to his Mother’s horrific control.
“You know, you really are acting like a child,” Mom said. “Look at this, you’re doing a potty-dance because you won’t stop throwing your little tantrum. You think this sort of behavior shows me you’re mature enough to make big decisions for yourself? It doesn’t.”
River said nothing. No amount of reason would get through to her. There were zero combinations of words that would convince his Mom that anything about this was sick. He was done trying to understand her. He was done trying to understand how someone could look at their own child going through so much pain, and think that the correct thing to do would be to cause even more of it. She may have been his mother through biological happenstance, but she wasn’t his parent. A parent wouldn’t do this.
Again, he fantasized to himself what it would be like to have normal parents. If a normal parent was about to give him the pills, they’d say what they were for. And, when River told them “But, I don’t want that,” a normal parent would say “Oh, I didn’t realize. You don’t have to take them.” If a normal parent saw him upset, saw him squirming and writhing and oh-so-desperate for the toilet, they’d say “Oh, do you need help walking to the bathroom?” And then they’d just… Take him there. They’d take him there and allow him to pee.
River’s Mom wasn’t a parent. He didn’t even know what she was.
He knew what he was, though. He was a man, a man that had been subjected to severe medical malpractice his entire life as his parents smiled along and kept it a secret. He was a man who hated the woman he was expected to call “Mom”. He was a man that had to pee so badly he could no longer see straight, and was on the verge of soaking his pants right there in the kitchen. And, he was a man who didn’t give a single fuck if he did that or not.
He did not consciously choose to begin urinating. Truthfully, he DID fight it up until the very last second. But, when he felt that surge— The most powerful surge of need he’d ever suffered in his life— and piss erupted right out of his opening, hissing out for several seconds, that momentarily loss of control, those few glorious seconds where his flood-gates had been open and his muscles had been relaxed… They had felt so amazing to him that he just… Gave in.
He gave in, he let the rest all come pouring out, he let his pants grow heavy, warm and wet as his piss gushed all through the material. He even let himself moan, because it just felt, so, so, so fucking good to finally go… His eyes shut, and he panted with glorious relief.
Then, he heard a chair scraping against the floor, some shuffling, and the next thing he knew, he’d been knocked out of the chair, onto the floor. His eyes opened, and he was still pissing thunderously, sprawled on the ground in his puddle, his head and side throbbing from when he’d landed. And then, Mom started to kick him. Again and again, screaming at him that she’d never been so disgusted in her life.
***
Duncan was still squirming around in bed, now laying on his back and thrusting his hips up against his clenching hands as he tried to quell the dribbles that continued to bead through his tip, when he heard the hiss of urine flowing through fabric. He panicked for a second, thinking he’d finally exploded, but he was still only losing it drop by drop.
Which meant… He turned frantically, seeing River’s crotch darkening as he peed. He was still thrashing in the throes of his nightmare and, without thinking, Duncan started shaking him. “River, River! Wake up, you’re peeing! And— And you’re having a bad dream! Get up!”
River’s eyes flew open, and his pupils dilated with fear for a second before the action taking place down below struck him. He grabbed his dick and managed to cut off his release. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” he muttered, scissoring his legs. “I need a god damned—“
“I know, River!” Duncan said. “Me too! Hurry!”
River launched himself out of bed and just started to run. The momentum was making him leak again, but he couldn’t slow down. He needed to be at the toilet NOW, taking any extra time getting there would leave him DRENCHED instead of just soggy.
He heard Duncan whimpering and hobbling after him as he threw open the door to the bathroom. “Gotta piss, gotta piss, fuckfuckfuck…” River huffed. He tore down his pants and aimed blindly at the (thankfully already open) toilet, and immediately let go of a moan that barely managed to overpower the sound of his urine thunderously striking the water in the bowl. “Ohhhh…”
Duncan finally caught up and, with some dismay, saw River had already claimed the toilet. He didn’t think he could ask River to clamp it off for a second while he sat down and parted his legs… He also didn’t think he could handle standing next to him, facing away from the door, in the middle of the night…
Pee was oozing into his boxers at a rapid rate, seeing and hearing River pee was like having a cannonball launched into his bladder.
River turned, saw Duncan, saw Duncan was desperate… Realized he hadn’t heard him clearly enough a minute ago. He’d heard him say “hurry”. He’d missed him saying “me too”.
“I—I’m sorry, I’ll be fast, I—“
Tears welled up in Duncan’s eyes as more pee trickled from him. He was gonna have an accident, unless he…
He shuddered. He hated using ANYTHING that wasn’t a toilet. He especially hated peeing in a spot where he was SUPPOSED to be getting clean. But, he needed somewhere to let it flow that wasn’t his pants…
He tore down his bottoms and hobbled over to the tub, the second he was seated over its ledge, he was gushing out a ferocious stream. It rattled against the side of the tub, pouring into the basin and ripping a great groan of relief from Duncan’s lips. “Ahhhh…..”
River had watched him the whole time (Inadvertently screwing up his aim and pissing on the rim of the bowl for a second since he’d looked away.) He hadn’t expected Duncan to do that, but was happy he’d found a solution. The two kept spraying and gasping with pleasure. River shuddered as his poor bladder deflated, and Duncan shut his eyes and tipped his head backwards to moan, pee erupting from his bladder like a pin-hole poked into a water-balloon.
River finished first, and wiped off the splatter of urine from the bowl. He tucked his cock back away and stood with his hands on his knees, panting and out of breath.
Duncan kept peeing for almost another whole minute before he was finally down to just a dribble, which took another several seconds to stop entirely. Blearily, he blinked his eyes back open, and remembered he’d been urinating into the tub this whole time. He shook again, but not from relief. How could he have done something so gross?
He rose from the ledge and pulled his clammy pants back on, turned and looked at the puddle slowly heading down into the drain. It was enormous. No wonder Duncan had been in enough pain to start crying. “I’m sorry…” Duncan said.
“For what?” River asked. “I’m the one that should have waited for you!”
“I— I peed… In the…”
“Yeah,” River said. “You pissed in the tub. Everybody pees in the shower… I mean, normally with the water ON, but—“
“I don’t!” Duncan said. “I— I’ve only done it once, and it was an accident because I couldn’t hold it anymore! I’m not supposed to pee in the tub, it’s dirty, and—“
“Well, this time was sort of an accident too, right?” River reasoned. “You couldn’t hold it anymore, could you?”
Duncan shook his head. “It was coming out…”
“See? I know you wouldn’t make a mess normally, this was just an emergency… Run the water for a bit, and it’ll all get washed right down the drain.”
“O—Okay…” Duncan flicked the tub on. “You were having a bad dream before,” he said.
“I was,” River agreed.
“About The Organization?”
“No, this one was about my Mom,” River said.
“Oh… So, was it, like, a memory?”
“Yeah. I guess since I had to piss like crazy, I was remembering a time where I wet my pants.”
“Your Mom made you?”
“Pretty much,” River said. He explained the dream to Duncan, how his Mom had kept him at the table until he agreed to continue taking Estrogen, how he’d held his bladder until it became too much, how his accident had prompted Mom to beat him. “That’s the part where you woke me up at, guess when I started pissing in the dream, I was pissing for real.”
“Your Mom sounds awful…” Duncan said, unsure what else he could offer by way of comfort. He gave River a hug anyway, hoped that would help. “I mean, I already knew she was bad, since she put you… There. But, I never thought about what it would have been like to live with her for so long.”
“In some ways, when she kicked me out, it was a relief,” River admitted. “It was really hard, but at least I didn’t have to see her anymore.”
“I’m sorry all of that happened to you,” Duncan said. “You didn’t deserve it.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” River hugged him. “I’m happy now, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. You… It feels incredible to be loved by someone, Duncan. Thank you for letting me have that.”
Duncan fought not to tear up. “Thank you, too,” he said. “I never thought… That someone could make me so happy.” He turned and switched off the tub, all the evidence of his little ‘indiscretion’ was gone now. “Um… Can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Two times now, I’ve forgotten to go pee before bed and then been too scared to go by myself, so can you remind me every night from now on?”
“I can try,” River promised.
He opened the door. Hugo was standing there, looking one part groggy and two parts squirmy. He blinked his eyes a few times. “What were you two doing in here?”
“W—We both had to go to the bathroom, and it’s scary to walk around alone at night,” Duncan said.
“Why’d you have the tub running?” Hugo asked. “That… Wasn’t the most fun thing to listen to.”
“Uhhh…” Duncan wriggled his feet nervously.
“Duncan got to the toilet before me,” River cut in. “And, there wasn’t enough room for me to go too, and I couldn’t wait… I ended up using the shower. I’m sorry.”
“I guess if you washed it out afterwards, then that’s fine,” Hugo said. “Everyone does it…” |
River was so god damned mad at himself, and he swore that the fury scorching his veins was making the gallon of piss trapped inside his tank come to a simmer. If he wet his pants— which seemed quite likely now— he wouldn’t be surprised if steam billowed out all around him.
He was angry at the door near his feet, he was angry at the stupid, old, worn-out, dry springs that refused to budge. He was angry that there wasn’t any oil up here that could fix the springs.
He was angry at his bladder for being so fucking tiny. He was angry at himself for coming up into the cabin’s attic in the first place, but especially for doing it without using the restroom first. He was angry that, after he’d gotten up here, he’d decided to shut the door behind him.
He was just so fucking angry!
River had been trying to do something nice for Hugo! Hugo had gone out to deliver some stuff, and there was furniture in the work-room that still hadn’t been painted. River had intended to surprise him by painting it all FOR him while he was gone— River had intended to show Hugo he was still… Still WORTH something even if everything scared him now!
So, he’d gone up to the attic to get the paints— Something that he, Hugo and Duncan had ALL done lots of times before, but THIS time the door wouldn’t come back open, and now he was trapped with a VERY full bladder. He couldn’t even yell for help because Hugo still wasn’t back home, and Duncan…
Duncan was stuck up here WITH him.
This was both a blessing and a curse. River knew he’d probably be freaking the Hell out if he was TRAPPED somewhere by himself, so he was glad to have somebody beside him. But, Duncan was ALSO the reason that River hadn’t yet made THOROUGH use of one of the empty paint containers piled in the corner yet.
Because, Duncan ALSO had to go extremely badly, and for some reason he was really, REALLY against relieving himself up here. Unwilling to subject Duncan to the sight and sound of him gushing out his torrent, River resolved to hold it in as well. His bladder did not approve of his decision in the slightest, and made its own thoughts known very clearly with a never-ending series of sharp, pounding throbs that by now had left River kneeling down on the floor, rocking hard against his foot.
If it wasn’t for what happened last night, River may have had fewer qualms about draining himself into the container while Duncan continued waiting. He may have been better able to write it off as simply ‘Well, that’s Duncan’s own decision, isn’t it?’ But, the events of last night HAD transpired, River HAD accidentally forced Duncan to endure the sight of him flooding the toilet as his own bladder screamed. River HAD accidentally made Duncan release his waters into the bathtub which— For whatever reason— had made him very uncomfortable and ashamed.
If River peed, he would upset Duncan one way or another. Either Duncan would have to fight not to let the sound of River’s relief squeeze his bladder too severely, or he’d have to give in and use a container himself. Both would be unpleasant for him, so River would wait.
Holy shit was it hard to wait, though…
Duncan had not told River to hold it out of solidarity with him. In fact, he’d told River the exact opposite a few times now. “YOU can still go, if you have to,” he kept saying. “I’m just not comfortable doing it up here, but I don’t mind if YOU do.”
Still, River had insisted that he wouldn’t make Duncan watch and listen to that. “You’re having a rough enough time already, I don’t want to make it worse.”
Duncan couldn’t honestly argue with that, either. He WAS having a really rough time. Like River, he hadn’t peed before coming up here— Thinking it would have been a two minute trip at the most— But, unlike River, he’d also drank three bottles of water today and had ALREADY been feeling the after-affects of those as he’d climbed the ladder to the attic. Even if his bladder was larger than River’s was, he had a feeling it was just as full.
In the half hour since they’d discovered they were stuck, Duncan had alternated between pacing around in circles and bending double at the waist as he hopped up and down. With as much jiggling and moving as he and River were doing, they probably wouldn’t NEED to yell for help when they heard Hugo get home, he’d be able to hear them squirming just fine.
Duncan’s need was so acute that he felt it blazing all the way up to the tip of his cock. That feeling resulted in drip after drip of hot piss seeping into his boxers. As soon as one had dribbled out, another would bead up to take its place. It was like he was having the world’s slowest accident. He kept squeezing his dick, mashing the flat of his palm hard against his opening, but pee still kept breaking free.
The thing was, he actually WANTED to use a container. The thought of unzipping and letting it out somewhere— ANYWHERE— was enough to make Duncan’s eyes burn with tears of longing. But, every time he nearly made himself say “I can’t take it anymore, let’s just go!” Something would pull him back. As he’d experienced during both of his and River’s recent outings, Duncan’s throat constricted, his jaw went tight, and his body just refused to let him speak.
He knew it wasn’t fear this time, because River was one of the few things in his world that DIDN’T scare him now. Instead, Duncan’s reluctance to talk came from shame; One of the most pure, most visceral senses of shame he’d ever felt.
River, meanwhile, was trying to distract himself from the pounding pressure overwhelming his senses. With nothing up here apart from empty or full containers of paint, and Duncan clearly not in the mood to talk, River had some trouble doing that. He replayed scenes from his favorite mangas in his imagination, but this only lasted so long. Eventually, he was making a mental list of all the times he’d seen a manga character pee, or mention needing to pee, or just go into a bathroom for any reason. When he started to recall one he’d read with a very detailed illustration of the main character emptying his bladder, River gave up and tried to think of something else— Something that he couldn’t even KIND OF relate to urination.
River had trouble letting his mind wander just in general, though. The longer he was alone with his thoughts, the more likely he’d start replaying memories of events whose only redeeming factor was that they were over. He’d remember the Organization, or he’d remember being homeless, or his parents, and then he’d be left feeling sad, scared and… Also this weird pressure inside his chest and stomach, like he was being crushed by an anvil, and couldn’t tell if he was about to suffocate or throw up.
Of course, his mind DID eventually turn to these sorts of memories, because it ALWAYS did eventually. And, given his present circumstances, it was only inevitable that he’d start remembering things about peeing. Pleading for his Mom to stop the car somewhere because his bladder couldn’t last another second, the humiliation when she told him no, when she ordered him to hold it, when she said that begging made him seem like a toddler. Struggling not to pee in his seat at school because he was taking a test and wasn’t allowed to leave the room until he was done. Desperately searching for somewhere private and safe to empty out in the middle of the night when he was homeless.
Then, he remembered the time with Organization. During one of his days there, he had been sent into a room that contained nothing but a single table. The table had been empty, apart from the revolver resting in its center. His task was simple, he needed to put the gun to his head and pull the trigger, then he was to point it at the ceiling and pull it again. Half of the chambers contained bullets, and the other half was empty. It was a sick, single-player round of Russian Roulette, he had a fifty-fifty chance of ending his own life.
Over the course of a very tense few minutes, River had fired several bullets into the ceiling and none into himself. He’d gotten lucky. But, the final time he needed to rest the barrel of the revolver against his temple, just as his finger started to squeeze down, something else squeezed as well. He suddenly needed to piss worse than he’d ever needed it before in his life. He only had a fraction of a second to acknowledge that before his floodgates slammed wide open and a torrent of liquid gushed out into his pants.
He pulled the trigger. The chamber had been empty. He shot the final bullet into the ceiling and stood there in a terrified daze, his pee still hissing out of him and spreading out into a huge puddle around his feet.
Now, recalling this, River shook, and the hands wrapped around his dick squeezed down harder. “Mmmmfff….”
“Y—You okay?” Duncan asked, voice trembling as much as his tense thighs were.
“Just… I started thinking about when I peed my pants… there…”
“Th—That was okay,” Duncan said. “Most people would have wet themselves if that had happened to them… If— If it’s making you think about bad stuff, you should probably just go now.”
“N—No,” River said. “That would be unfair, and I’m sure Hugo will be home soon to help us out.” He curled up on himself more, now in a tight, little ball. Both his hands and one of his feet were pressing firmly into his groin, his breath was choppy and shuddering.
“You don’t have to do thi—“
“I’m fine,” River said. “I— I’ve been m—more desperate before…”
Duncan watched River twitch and squirm on the floor. He was beginning to feel really awful. This was happening because HE wouldn’t urinate into an empty container, because HE was unable to banish away his shame and do it. If he just said “Okay, I’ll go too,” and then did it, River wouldn’t be in so much pain. He wanted to help River, he wanted to get over his embarrassment and make River feel better. Beyond that, Duncan also wanted to pee. Really, really badly.
He tried to say “Actually, I think I’ll be okay peeing here after all!” But, then he felt a shooting stab of need tear down his length, which was punctuated by a burst of liquid squirting into his boxers, and suddenly the hands clutching his dick started to move against it instead, and— Ah— Fuck— He wasn’t even alone here! He told his hands to go still, to stop caressing. Yes, getting hard would make this easier to hold in, but River was HERE, so he couldn’t—
Ultimately, what finally came out of Duncan’s mouth was “Y—You know something that helps me?”
Fucking Hell, what was he doing!? The only reason he wasn’t flooding a container right now was because he felt too ashamed to do it, telling River about THIS ‘habit’ was probably even worse!
“H—Huh?” River asked, blearily looking up at him. Sweat was rolling down his face in sheets, blurring his vision. He couldn’t move either of his hands to wipe his eyes, though.
Well, now Duncan was stuck. “Uh… If I… If I touch myself…” he said. “If I… kinda jerk off, when I need to pee, then I can hold it longer, since— I— You know— If I’m hard, I can’t pee.”
River reddened. “Er… You… Asking me permission…?” He guessed. “Go ahead, I guess… If that’s what works for you.”
Duncan hadn’t been asking River for permission. Really, he wasn’t sure WHAT he’d been asking, but if River didn’t mind, then he was going to do it. He allowed his hands to resume their work, gently roaming over his crotch. He stuck one inside his pants to stroke himself properly. The instant he made contact, the instant his dick started to twitch and come alive, Duncan finally started to think about something OTHER than peeing.
This was… Sort of… REALLY hot… Playing with himself with River right there, able to watch him do it. Knowing River’s eyes were on him as he fondled his cock made Duncan’s erection grow to full-mast in record time. He started to mewl and whimper needfully, unzipping his now way too tight pants to better pleasure himself. “Ooof…. Mmmm…” All too quickly, Duncan felt the tingling pressure of a rapidly approaching orgasm and needed to force himself to slow it back down. If he came, he’d piss himself, he knew that for a fact.
River was watching him, and the sight of it was making HIM think about peeing a little less, too. Duncan’s eyes were drawn closed, his body sweaty as his hands pumped away. Those little huffing moans were making River’s body all flushed and heated. He suddenly had a weird feeling, one that he absolutely didn’t recognize. He didn’t think he’d ever encountered it before, and he really, really wanted to… to… do… something. He just wasn’t sure what. He just knew he wanted to do it REAL bad, and he wanted to do it RIGHT now.
And he didn’t think that thing was ‘go pee’, either.
But, that was why Duncan was doing that to himself, right? Just to help keep his pee in? Not to make River feel… This? “D—Does that really help you hold it?”
“Yeah…” Duncan breathed. “Just gotta be careful not to cum, which isn’t easy…”
River wouldn’t know. He’d never cum before in his life. He had no idea what it was like, if there was any warning beforehand, if there was a way to stop it from happening. He honestly just didn’t think he COULD have an orgasm. When he’d had his phalloplasty, all the doctors had said he’d ‘maintain his ability to climax’ afterwards, but seeing as he’d never seemed to HAVE that ability to start with, he hadn’t thought much about it
“You should try it,” Duncan said suddenly. That would be the only thing that would make this hotter for him, if River started jacking off right here in front of him, bringing himself right to that edge the same way he was. “Once you’re hard, you probably won’t be able to pee, it will help.”
River shook his head, blushing. If he fondled and stroked himself like Duncan was, he wouldn’t get an erection no matter how long he kept it up. There was more to it for him than just that. He COULD get hard, he could do it right here, and maybe it would even make his bladder easier to hold, but there was… Just, this whole different process to it for him, and he didn’t know if he wanted Duncan to see, he was scared it would freak him out, he was scared it would look too weird to him.
Duncan tried not to look disappointed. If River wasn’t ready to do that in front of him, that was okay. He really would have enjoyed watching, though. “Ah, alright,” he said, continuing to stroke. He kept it up for a while longer, but then the unbearable need to pee came back in all its horrible glory, and his bladder started to hurt a little too much for his dick to stay hard. He went back to simply squeezing it, attempting to prevent his flood by just closing off its exit pathway.
River noticed and was… Kind of sad that the show was apparently over. “Did it stop working?”
“I— I need to go too badly now,” Duncan admitted. “Not easy for me to stay hard when something’s hurting.”
“It’s hurting?” River asked, forcing himself to look up more to stare at Duncan’s face. His taut skin pulled harshly around his aching midsection, and he felt a leak of his urine seeping out of him. He was sure it wasn’t his first spill, just the first one he’d noticed.
Duncan shifted his hips and wrapped his legs together, winding them in a firm knot. “Yeah…”
River frowned. The throbs in his own bladder had been bordering on agonizing for quite some time now. But, he was used to being in pain. He didn’t want Duncan to suffer, though. “You really should go, then… Just— Just use a container. We can both go, it will be—“
“I… I just… I don’t like peeing in—“
“I know,” River said. “You always want an actual bathroom, or at least a bush, I guess… Y—You were okay using the bottle when you were staying in bed, though…”
Duncan nodded. He HAD been perfectly okay with that. For some reason, the shame hadn’t even registered. Then again, all he’d been able to feel during those awful days was his fear. There was no room in him for abashment. When he’d flooded that bottle again and again, he hadn’t even ONCE remembered the—
“Ah—“ Duncan doubled over, mashing his hands into his groin even harder, but failing to impede the hissing gush from snaking down his inner thigh. “I— I shouldn’t pee in— I need to— I have to wait until—“
“I—It’s okay!” River admonished him. “You were telling ME all this time to just go. You know that I’ll pee with you up here, so you don’t need to feel all—“
“It’s not— It’s—“ Duncan stammered. “I just— What if Hugo—“
“Gets mad because you pissed in something he was going to throw out…?” River asked.
“Nnnh,” Duncan whined, folding even further in half. “I just can’t, River! I need to keep it in— YOU can go, but I—“
“Are you… Shy?” River guessed. This didn’t make much sense, because Duncan had gone in front of him before. “We can go in separate corners, so I don’t see…”
“That’s not it!” Duncan said. “I— I— You— I’ve told you about how I used to go to that s—super fancy boarding school, r—right?”
“Yeah,” River said. He adjusted his hold on his crotch, now pinching his tip shut more aggressively than he’d been a moment ago. He hoped that once Duncan had said whatever he needed to say, he’d agree to pee in the container. He also hoped this story wasn’t too long, for the sake of his own ailing bladder.
“Well… There was this one day where I… I don’t know, River, I needed to pee SO bad, I was starting to have an accident, and the line for the toilet was super, super long… And I just… I was wetting my pants, it was already coming out, I had to— I just needed somewhere. I tried to get to another bathroom, but the next one had an even bigger line, and I couldn’t make it to another, I— I had never needed to go that badly before, it was an emergency. I— I ran into a supply closet, because I thought there had to be something in there I could use. There was something, and the light was off so I couldn’t really tell what it was, I just knew I could… I knew I could go in it, so I did. But, before I was done, the door opened and one of my teachers was there, and now that there was light I realized I was… I was peeing in this really old, expensive vase that was, like, super important to the school’s history, or something. I—“
“The paint buckets aren’t important to anybody,” River said, bucking urgently into the pressure of his palms. “Hugo’s gonna throw ‘em out.”
“I know but… Everyone at the school was so mad at me,” Duncan said. “I kept saying that I just wasn’t paying attention, I was having an accident and just went in the first place I thought I could. But, they thought I’d done it as a prank, and the headmaster yelled at me for over an hour, and made me call my parents so they could yell at me too, and I had to write this whole apology essay and read it to everyone in my class, and—“
“But, again,” River said. “The paint buckets aren’t important, and no one will care if you pee in one.”
“It’s not—“ Duncan’s hands momentarily clutched his member a little tighter as he started to stomp his feet urgently. “Every time I go somewhere… That I shouldn’t… I just— I remember that, and I get all embarrassed.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed this time,” River said. “It’s just us. You have to pee. MY kidneys are floating. Let’s just go, alright? Both of us. It will be fine.”
“O—Okay…” Duncan said. “You… You first? Is that alright?”
“Duncan, I am basically exploding. Of course that’s alright,” River gave a tiny laugh, but immediately his eyes widened. The two could hear a small, high-pitched hiss and they both knew who it had come from. “I— Ah— I don’t think I can get up, so can you go grab a container for me? Like, really, REALLY fast?”
Duncan did so, retrieving one from the corner and setting it in front of River. By the time he’d gotten back with it, River was already unzipped, his cock out, hand squeezing it closed. Nevertheless, a pale yellow drip was hanging off of it. As soon as the container was placed before him, River leaned forwards and let his dick dangle over it. Immediately, the rattle of liquid flooding against metal was heard, and River released a low, slow moan. “Ohhhhh… Yeahhhhh…”
The gush of River’s faucet was too much for Duncan, and he began to hurriedly pull his dick out of his still unzipped pants. “Sc—Scooch over a little…” He grunted out, kneeling beside his boyfriend.
River did, and then a second stream was crashing into the large bucket. Duncan hoped it would prove to be big enough to hold both of them. “Ahhhhh…” he sighed happily. He actually DIDN’T feel that same weight of painful embarrassment this time. All he felt was relief, all he felt was warmth. He thought it helped a lot that River was doing this too, it helped a lot that River had told him this was okay.
They continued to pee, both of them panting and moaning, trying to regain their breath now that all of their energy didn’t have to go towards holding it in. As ever, River’s release was the first to end, and he leaned back to give Duncan more room as he finished up, which he did about half a minute later.
Now that both of them had been wrung dry, the once empty paint-bucket was filled beyond its half-way point with at least a liter of urine. Duncan leaned back as well, another massive sigh falling from his lips as he fumbled himself back into his pants and zipped them up.
The noise reminded River that his own zipper was still down and, blushing, he moved to correct that. “Feel better now?” River asked.
“Yeah…” Duncan said.
“Not too embarrassed about needing to do that?”
“No,” Duncan assured. “I’m okay now, since you did it too. Thank you.”
“Hey, you don’t need to thank me,” River said. “Trust me, it was my pleasure.”
When Hugo got home and was able to help them back out of the attic, Duncan was worried again that he’d be in trouble for what he’d done to the container. But, just as River had promised, Hugo didn’t mind. |
Written for the 12 Days of Omo prompt, "While Baking".
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River, Duncan and Hugo couldn’t cook. At all. River could manage instant stuff— TV dinners, ramen, bacon… So long as the process was ‘just stick this into something until it’s hot enough’ he could do it. But, anything with actual steps, actual ingredient preparation… He couldn’t do it at all. It had to be simple and fast, or else River would find SOME way to ruin it. When Hugo had first started getting sick, River had tried to prepare a steak for him. Somehow, he’d managed to burn the insides of it while leaving the outside completely frozen— Which Hugo had said was “almost impressive”.
River had just never had a chance to learn how to cook, though. Growing up, his parents had insisted knives and ovens were too dangerous for a kid, which he supposed was understandable. Then, they’d kicked him out as a teenager and his meals consisted of whatever he could find in dumpsters, or fast food burgers if he was lucky. Next, he’d moved in with Hugo, a man who ALSO had no idea of how to cook, which made any attempt at learning into an exercise in futility. And, back then, both of them had been too busy going out and DOING stuff to learn a new skill.
River wasn’t going out and doing ANYTHING anymore… But, that could have silver linings. He had lots of time on his hands, lots of time to learn how to do something new. Maybe he could finally figure out how to prepare something edible that DIDN’T come straight out of a package.
River had been feeling rather useless lately. Getting terrified during his first real outing, getting sick right after, his newfound urinary difficulties… He used to be utterly self-sufficient, and now he couldn’t even take a leak by himself!
Hugo kept telling him over and over that he WASN’T useless now. “You still help me make the furniture in the workroom— THAT part is way more important than coming with me to deliver it. And, you comfort Duncan all the time, you give BOTH of us company, and— For God’s sake, River, if it weren’t for you, the Cancer would have killed me! You saved my life, and if YOU’RE the one who needs to be taken care of now, that’s fine.”
But… River wasn’t SUPPOSED to be taken care of. That was the problem. He’d been on his own since he was sixteen… He’d handled EVERYTHING himself. He’d scavenged for food, patched up his clothes, fought battles ALL by himself. Now suddenly feeling so needy, so desperate for protection… This wasn’t how he was SUPPOSED to be.
So, if he could just learn to do something new for himself, he was sure he’d start feeling less like a clingy, dependent little child.
Christmas was coming up soon. It would be his first one since the Organization, and he knew it was bound to feel different. Even if he’d basically skipped Christmas a few years in the past, this was still going to feel different. It would be his first one with Duncan too, though. His first Christmas where he had a boyfriend.
And his boyfriend was going to be struggling this Christmas just much as he was… He didn’t know how Duncan had spent the holiday in the past, but he was sure he must have actually gone somewhere— At the least, he hadn’t spent it feeling scared and anxious.
River wanted to make this Christmas feel as normal as possible, and one of the things he remembered from when he was little were Christmas cookies. Those couldn’t be TOO hard to make, right? He could bake some and share them with Duncan and Hugo, and then Christmas could be sort of normal and River could feel sort of useful!
River was determined to do this entirely on his own— He shouldn’t need anyone’s help with something so simple! First, he needed to find a recipe. In the past, this would have been very easy to do; He would just need to go online and search for one. But, he no longer had Internet access. The Organization was very tech-literate, and even so, tracing a person’s location through the Internet wasn’t difficult, it happened all the time. Going online was too risky when a group of violent killers desperately wanted to know where he was hiding.
Of course, recipes were being shared way before the Internet existed. He just needed a cookbook, but there weren’t any in the cabin. Come to think of it, there probably weren’t any cookie ingredients here, either. That evening, he asked Hugo to buy him those things— Which, he told himself again and again, was NOT the same thing as asking for help. He was STILL going to make the cookies by himself, he just needed someone else to get the stuff for him.
A few days later, River had everything he needed. Hugo had gone out to get more furniture building supplies, and Duncan was resting in bed. Hopefully, once Duncan woke up, River would have a batch of delicious cookies waiting for him.
River opened the used cookbook Hugo had bought, and found instructions for making sugar cookies. He could understand most of the ingredients, like flour eggs, vanilla and sugar. But, some confused him. First of all, he had no idea what margarine was. Second, he couldn’t figure out why a sweet recipe would call for salt. But, he LIKED salt and was always craving it, so he wouldn’t skip it.
He looked into the fridge and pantries to confirm Hugo had gotten everything, and he had— Apparently margarine was basically just butter? Why did it need a fancy name?
First, he was supposed to mix the ‘dry’ ingredients into a bowl. He didn’t know which those were, so he just guessed and hoped he’d gotten it right. He poured in a lot of flower— More than he’d intended to, because when he’d tried to open the bag he’d accidentally ripped it a little down the side, and then when he’d held it over the bowl, a lot of it had come rushing out.
Worried that this would make the cookies come out too dry, he thought maybe he should… put in… extra eggs? Maybe? Eggs were wet, sort of…
He added baking powder, and then the salt. Since he liked salt so much, he put in a few extra shakes. And after that he was supposed to put the sugar and the margarine into another bowl, with the vanilla and the eggs. He was able to handle the first three things just fine, but then he realized he’d never actually cracked open an egg before. He’d just never cared much for their flavor unless they were cooked into something.
On his first attempt, he smacked the egg against the bowl too hard, and its contents all spilled onto the counter as its shell disintegrated. So, he tried to go more slowly with the next one, but then he’d barely made a dent in it. When he’d tried to pull it open the rest of the way by hand, bits of the shell ended up in the yolk, and he couldn’t use that one either.
It took him three more tries before he was able to actually add an egg to the mixture, and then another two tries before he could add a second. Finally, he poured that bowl into the first one with the flour and mashed it all together with his hands until it sort of started to look like dough. He put the mixture into the fridge to cool off, and felt very proud. He was finally doing things for himself again! He was certain the cookies would turn out great!
As River waited for the dough to chill, he realized how thirsty he’d gotten and had a couple glasses of water while he sat on the couch and read some of his manga. He was so excited to see Hugo’s reaction when he found out River had actually cooked something! He kept thinking about that as he retrieved the dough from the fridge and rolled it out. It was a whole lot stiffer than it had looked, and it was hard to press down on it enough that it actually went flat.
Then it struck him that he’d forgotten something. He didn’t have any cookie cutters. He’d been imagining himself presenting Hugo and Duncan with little Christmas tree shaped treats, but without anything to cut them out with, he was just going to end up with this big, flat disk…
The only things he had that could possibly slice through the dough were the knives. He didn’t think he could cut decent looking trees with those, but he gave it a try anyway. He mostly wound up with jagged triangles that varied drastically in size. A few were just random shapes that didn’t resemble anything from this planet. He reminded himself that they’d STILL taste good no matter how awful they looked. He got them onto a tray and checked the recipe book again to see how to bake them.
It told him the temperature to set the oven at, but NOT how long to cook them for— He hadn’t noticed earlier, but the corner of the page had been torn. He had no IDEA how long the cookies were supposed to stay in the oven for. Did he just have to guess…? No, that was a terrible idea. If he kept them in there for too long, they’d burn to a crisp— He could even set the cabin on fire! Guessing would NOT work.
Instead, he’d just stand there and WATCH them cook, and… And check on them every couple minutes until it looked like they were ready. That was a MUCH better idea!
He decided not to set the oven to 375 degrees like the book said, that sounded like it would cook them super fast, faster than he’d be able to react to. 100 degrees would do fine, probably. It would just take longer, but he’d have the time to really gauge how they were coming along. He set the cookies inside and closed the door. He could sort of see them through it, but he was still going to need to open it to really get an idea of how it was working out.
River watched the clock on the wall, and once a minute had gone by, he opened the door. He was immediately blasted in the face with heat, and the cookies looked completely raw, so he swiftly closed it. River was about to grab another glass of water, when a nudge inside his belly warned him not to.
Whoa, when had THAT happened? River hadn’t felt the urgency creeping up on him, but now he was acutely aware of a rapidly building need to pee. The humming in his midsection was enough to make him tense his thighs. Just great. The SECOND he was no longer able to leave the kitchen, River suddenly realized that he actually had to be in the bathroom instead.
This was fine. He doubted the cookies would take THAT long to bake, he could definitely hold it, no matter how uncomfortable he may feel doing so. When another minute ticked by, he opened the oven again and, frowning, closed it when the bits of dough still had yet to form into something that appeared edible.
The main issue now was that, since all River was doing was standing around and waiting, he had little else to think about other than his bladder. Thinking about needing to pee was always a guaranteed way to ensure that he’d have to do it a whole lot worse. He considered running back to the couch to get his manga, just so he’d have something to focus on that wasn’t his bladder. But, what if the cookies burned in the minute it took him to grab it? Or, he got too absorbed in it and forgot about them?
The oven right now needed his complete, undivided attention. It was bad enough that he had his bladder as a distraction from his task, he didn’t need anything else. Wow, his bladder was a MAJOR distraction, though. He was crossing his legs against sharp spasms before too much time had passed.
He cursed himself for those two big glasses of water. Whatever had he been thinking? He knew how small his bladder was, he knew all that fluid would flush through his system quickly. He just hadn’t known that he’d get trapped in the kitchen. His middle ached with cramps. To get to the toilet, he’d just have to go back through the living room and around a corner. It was so close! It would take him less than a minute to get there, unzip his fly and rid himself of all the water he’d stupidly consumed.
But, a minute was probably long enough for the cookies to char into hard, black disks. He told himself to hold it and opened the oven door a crack once more. Still didn’t look ready… He fought back a groan that surely would have woken Duncan up as he stumbled backwards and bobbed on his heels. He swore he could hear the fluid sloshing when he moved. It could have been his imagination, supplying sound-effects to the awful feelings of his pee bouncing around in his bladder, but it sounded so real he thought it could be genuine.
“Shit…” River breathed out, leaning into the counter and gripping its edges. “Shitshitshit…” for some reason, muttering curses to himself was taking the edge off of his need. He crossed his legs, ankles and knees joining together to fight the waves of urine knocking at his exit. “I need a fucking piss, fuuuck…”
He told himself he was being overly dramatic. He’d been WAY more desperate than this before, and he’d made it out fine. The day in the woods had been atrocious, then that awful ride home from the mall, and he’d very nearly exploded the morning the bathroom door hadn’t come open. All of those times, he’d managed to hold it… Mostly. He’d hold it again today, he hadn’t even sprung any leaks yet!
As if he’d tempted fate with that thought, a powerful surge welled up inside of him and, before he could react, he felt heat slick its way down his length and then dot his boxers. He released his hands from the counter and flung them between his legs instead in one quick motion. “Ahhh— No, come on… Christ’s sake, River, you can’t fucking piss your damn pants in your own house!” He curled over on himself, squeezing tightly. “Toilet’s right around the corner, get a fucking hold of yourself!”
His hands tightened themselves around his dick, reminding him that he already HAD gotten a hold of himself and that it wasn’t helping as much as he’d like for it to. He let himself stay there in his cramped, huddled position for a few more seconds, before he made himself slowly hobble forwards to the oven again. He opened the door, saw that the cookies were starting to change color and get darker, which he took as a sign that he was nearing the end of his torment. “Hurry…” he mumbled. “Hurry up, I need to go piss so fucking badly…”
He inched away from the oven, and when his bladder gave another agonizing lurch and he felt something inside him starting to go terrifyingly loose, River dropped onto the floor and pushed his foot hard into his groin. He wrapped his hand around his foot, pressing against it more desperately, wriggling his hips and doing his best to think of something that was very, very dry.
“Oooh… Fuckfuckfuck… I gotta—“ River bit down hard on his lip. “Pr—Pretend you’re in a desert…” he huffed out, exhaling heavy, choppy breaths. “Th—There hasn’t been water here in— In fifty years, s—so nobody ever needs a piss… Th—They don’t know what pissing is here. Pissing is a myth, and you don’t gotta do it…” His nonsensical babbling did nothing to sway his bladder, did nothing to convince it that it wasn’t actually over-stretched and coming apart at its seams. Another drip seeped out to heat the area around his dick. “Don’t gotta go…” he muttered. “Don’t gotta go… Don’t gotta go…”
He kept rocking back and forth. He kept chanting to himself that he didn’t actually need to use the restroom. He kept trying his hardest to convince himself that if he just SAID it enough times, the liquid inside of him would miraculously vanish and he would no longer have to endure its pleas for freedom.
He even started trying to think of some way he could empty himself without leaving the kitchen— A way that didn’t involve just giving up and soaking his pants. There were the bowls he’d used to mix the dough, they were pretty big. They would be MORE than enough to contain everything River was holding back.
He dragged himself back onto his feet. Now incapable of standing up all the way, he waddled half-hunched over back to the oven. He opened it slightly, the cookies were just starting to crisp. A few more minutes, and he was sure they’d be ready. But, a few more minutes was something River’s bladder didn’t have.
He jiggled his way to the counter where he’d left the bowls. They still had some residue left over from all the ingredients, and he momentarily wondered if the baking powder would react to his piss in any way. ‘Will it fizz up, like with vinegar?’ Not that it mattered, River was about to relieve himself and he was going to feel so wonderful…
He set the bowl down on the floor and unzipped, freeing his member before crouching down over the bowl. A little drop was already collecting at his tip, it plinked into the bowl and he shut his eyes, inhaling deeply, telling his muscles that it was time to let it all go.
No sooner had he started to trickle and the first sensations of relief were massaging through his abdomen, did River have to clench up and STOP everything.
“River…?” Duncan yawned. “What are you doing?”
River’s eyes flew open at the exact same time his floodgates slammed shut. His bladder burned with the need to keep emptying, but Duncan was standing RIGHT there at the entrance to the kitchen, staring as River held his dick over a big bowl crusted with dough, staring as droplets of impossible to hold urine fell into it… “I— I have to go really, really bad…” River said, as if that was both NOT incredibly obvious and actually a decent explanation.
“We have a toilet, remember?”
River squeezed down hard on his cock, trying to keep anything else from coming out. Having to stop mid-flow like that had sent his body into such a major frenzy that, in spite of his embarrassment, he refused to put his member back away, refused to stop hovering it over the bowl. He felt so threateningly close to gushing uncontrollably, that he HAD to keep a container there just in case, no matter how humiliating his current position looked. “Can’t use it… Have to make sure the cookies don’t burn.”
“River—“
“The book didn’t say h—how long to leave them in…” River explained, his statement punctuated by two seconds of hissing as piss involuntarily sprayed into the bowl. “S—So, I’m watching, and I can’t lea—“
“This place is really small,” Duncan said. “If you’d just yelled my name, I would have woken up and come to see what was going on.”
River hadn’t even considered that, but now that he was he didn’t see how it was a good idea. “You would have been scared if, all the sudden, I was shouting.”
“True, but if you’d shouted ‘Duncan, come here, and don’t worry, I just need to pee!’ Then, I wouldn’t have been scared at all.”
River pinched the tip of his dick, it hurt but it was helping keep his liquids at bay for now. “S—So? What would t—telling you even do?”
Duncan was staring again. “I would have watched the oven while you peed…?”
Deep down, River had known that was always an option. If this had happened BEFORE the Organization, he would have had no trouble calling someone else to take his place. He would have weighed his options, accepted that it was an emergency and that it would be more embarrassing to have an accident or piss into a bowl than it would be to ask for help. He would have made the right choice.
But, this was AFTER the Organization, and AFTER the Organization, asking for help was the hardest thing in the world sometimes… It was a reminder that he’d changed, that he wasn’t as tough, as gritty, as self-sufficient as he’d once been. It was a reminder that, now, he was scared, paranoid and in constant need of comfort and assistance to make it through each day.
He thought the worst thing about it was how he actually LIKED having someone else do things for him, the warmth that flooded his chest every time, like it was filling in hollow spots that had been part of him for so long that he’d stopped even noticing they were there… He wasn’t supposed to need help, he wasn’t supposed to enjoy being cared for, he was supposed to do everything himself and never burden others with his existence and needs…
“Can you get up and make it to the toilet?” Duncan asked. “If you can’t, that’s okay, just… Just keep using the bowl, I guess…”
River forced himself up, squeezing his tip with all his strength. He could feel inside his dick already, knew if he removed his hands, removed that barrier, it would be gushing out. He tried to move forwards, but just collapsed back down on his knees, shaking his head frantically.
“Okay… That’s fine…” Duncan said, kneeling next to him. “Bowls can be washed, go ahead and finish…”
River released his hold on his dick, immediately letting his stream continue spraying into the bowl. His hands moved to grip Duncan instead, holding tightly onto his shirt sleeve as he shook from the humiliation.
Duncan rubbed his back, trying to look at River’s pinched, scrunched up face so that he could discern WHY he was still so tense even though he was finally urinating. Duncan’s eyes kept dragging back to River’s dick instead, though. The memory of the one time he’d held it still fresh in his mind. It had been so thick and warm, it had felt good in his hand. Duncan wished he could see and touch it when it WASN’T gushing out piss, he wished he could see what ELSE it could do, but the sight of it now was still VERY welcome.
Duncan forced himself to stop staring. He’d get to play with River’s cock someday… He hoped soon. What was more important was the look on River’s face. He was flooding the bowl, but he didn’t look satisfied at all. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m s—sorry…” River choked out, shaking more. “I couldn’t hold it…”
“That’s okay,” Duncan told him again. “You’re fine, you’re not having an accident.”
The last of River’s urine seeped out, but he still didn’t move from his position. He kept shaking. “I’m… I’m so… I’m embarrassed. This was stupid, I should have asked for help, even though it feels…”
Duncan helped River up now and River finally zipped up his pants. “Does asking for help feel bad…?”
“It— It feels good and bad,” River said. “I don’t know how to explain it. I… I like when you or Hugo take care of me, but… I shouldn’t.”
“River, I’m your boyfriend,” Duncan pointed out. He stepped over to the oven and opened it. “And Hugo’s… Like… Pretty much our Dad, or something.” The cookies looked fine, if a little dark. He pulled out the tray, turned off the oven. “It’s our job to take care of you.” He set the tray onto the table, and stared at the shapes. He had no idea what any of the cookies were supposed to be, but they’d probably still taste nice and sweet. “Who says you shouldn’t like it?”
“I… I’ve always just been… It’s been ME,” River said. “On my own since… A long time. Even before they kicked me out, my parents were so disgusted by me, they could barely stand to hug me or anything, and then… Then I was on my own on the streets, and I took care of myself, and when Hugo found me, I was working so hard so he’d know I was useful, and now I’m NOT useful anymore, I just get scared and want to be held, and that’s not how—“
“No,” Duncan interrupted. “You STILL help out in the workshop, you literally SAVED this man’s life— You saved MY life from the Organization, and you’ve saved YOURSELF from lots of things… You think you’re useless now just because you stay inside and need hugs? Your parents threw you out when you were sixteen, right?”
“Yeah…”
“So, ever since then, your life’s been this nonstop battle, and when you weren’t just trying to survive, sounds like you were going above and beyond working for Hugo, and then all the stuff we went through together… You need a BREAK.” Duncan held out his arms. “Come here…” he said.
River leaned into him, nuzzling his cheek against his shoulder. Duncan put his arms around him, stroking his back gently. “Just, LET yourself be taken care of sometimes, okay?”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be, you haven’t done anything wrong,” Duncan said. “Let’s wash that bowl and see how the cookies came out.”
Once the bowl was emptied and cleaned out, River sat at the table beside Duncan. Duncan took a bite of one of the cookies, and his eyes widened.
“They’re terrible,” River said. “You hate them.”
“They’re good,” Duncan said. “They’re sweet, just kind of hard and… River, did you put SALT in them?”
“The recipe said to!”
“Okay, okay,” Duncan assured. “They’re not bad, I like them. You’ve never baked anything before, so you did a good job. Next time, less salt?”
“Okay,” River said, reaching for another of the cookies, but Duncan stopped him, grabbed one himself.
Duncan held the cookie out, “Open wide,” he said.
River blushed and turned his head away. “Duncan, seriously?”
“Come on…”
“I can feed myself just fi—“
“Let someone take care of you,” Duncan reiterated. “Open.”
River rolled his eyes, opened his mouth. Duncan held the cookie there and let him take off a bite. He chewed it slowly. Duncan was right, it was harder than sugar cookies he’d had in the past had been. The vanilla flavor was strong, and the sugar was too, with more than a hint of the salt. He actually liked the extra saltiness, but could understand why Duncan would want it toned down. He swallowed. “Yeah, I guess I didn’t TOTALLY fuck it up,” he said.
Duncan nodded, “Next time, just less salt, a little softer, and don’t pee in the mixing bowl.” |
Written for the 12 Days of Omo prompt "While Cutting Down A Tree".
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When he got home, Hugo was very proud of River for baking cookies on his own. River was just relieved that Duncan hadn’t told him about what he’d ended up needing to use the mixing bowl for. Hugo too thought that River had used an excessive amount of salt, but he still liked the cookies, was still happy that River was seeking to make this year’s Christmas somewhat festive in spite of everything he’d gone through during the year.
Hugo thought that if River was willing to put in the effort, they may as well decorate the cabin a little bit as well. They didn’t have any tree ornaments anymore, or wreaths or garlands— When they’d fled here, they’d only brought the bare essentials and Christmas decorations had failed to make the cut. However, just because they didn’t have anything to hang on a tree didn’t mean they couldn’t have one at all. Hugo asked River and Duncan if they’d like a tree, if they’d like to come with him to the tree farm and cut one down. “It will be like when we walk around the woods here, and you’ve been feeling safe doing that, right?”
They didn’t even need that much convincing to come along. But, the first problem arose when it came time to get River bundled up for the weather. When Hugo announced it was time to get ready, River clearly intended to head out in his normal clothes. Hugo had sort of expected that, but Duncan looked surprised. “River, you’re gonna freeze to death!”
“No, I won’t,” River shook his head. “I’m used to it.”
Duncan started to take off his own coat, “Here, wear—“
“Duncan, don’t worry, I’m—“
“Yeah, Duncan,” Hugo said. “River has his own Winter clothes, he just needs to go put them ON,” he added, giving River a firm look.
“Alright…” River sighed, walking back to his bedroom. He thought Hugo and Duncan were being silly about this. River could handle cold, it barely even bothered him. And he’d never liked thick, layered Winter clothing— A bit of chilliness was worth it to avoid how annoying clothes like that could get.
He got some things out of his closet. He took off his pants and pulled some thick, woolen underwear on over his boxers, then he put his pants back on, and added the snow pants he knew Hugo was going to make him wear anyway. Then he buttoned on a long, heavy coat. The whole time he did this, the only thing he could think about was how he was going to need to take it all back off again.
There was really only one reason River hated getting himself properly dressed for cold weather; A small bladder didn’t mix well with multiple layers to undo and shove aside before releasing it. When he was a kid, his parents would always force him into four layers of thermal underclothes beneath a pair of leggings and then a pair of pants. When he inevitably had to go, there would be so many buttons and so much tight fabric to fight with that, even if he got to the toilet with loads of time to spare, at the very least the bottom layer of his outfit would end up a little damp from a leak or two.
Maybe… Maybe it would be at least a LITTLE easier now? He didn’t have to get his entire lower half undressed, he just needed enough space to pull his dick out. But, that still didn’t mean he’d have any fewer buttons to undo. Once he’d fastened the final one on his coat, he told himself that the ‘just in case’ piss he’d taken a few minutes ago would be enough to satiate his bladder until they had returned to the cabin and he was back in his usual clothing.
River left the bedroom, rolling his eyes. “Okay, there,” he said.
Duncan smiled at him and hugged him, almost making the annoyance worth it. “Awwww, you look so cute and snuggly!” He kissed him on the cheek.
River blushed, “I… Thanks… This stuff is just… It’s cumbersome, you know?”
“Kind of,” Duncan agreed.
Hugo held out a pair of mittens, and River reluctantly put them on.
Soon, they were on the road, headed towards the farm. Once they got stuck in a bit of holiday traffic, Hugo and Duncan started discussing how tall they’d like their tree to be. Hugo was pleased that Duncan was speaking to him outside of the cabin, unlike how it had been during their disastrous first outing. Maybe since he’d gotten comfortable going on walks through the woods, whatever had happened to his voice that day was over and done with.
Hopefully he’d be able to KEEP talking once they got to the farm.
River was more preoccupied with the fact that he ALREADY sort of needed another bathroom break. He ran a hand along the zipper of his snow pants, dreading how much he’d have to get through before he could relieve himself. He hoped, at least, that he’d be able to wait it out until they were about to leave the farm. Even if he wasn’t able to hold it in through this whole trip, he would prefer if he could get away with just ONE pee stop, just ONE headache inducing feud with way too many buttons.
But, one thing that wasn’t helping his bladder were the bumps in the road. Having ridden in a car only ONE other time in the last several months, he still hadn’t gotten used to the unstable feeling of the ground below him, the jostling bounces that shot right through his uncomfortable abdomen. He was clenching his thighs together as the traffic wore on, and his jaw was tensed with discomfort by the time they were finally at the farm. He cursed himself for the hot chocolate he’d had right before they were due to leave, wishing he’d just left it all in the cup rather than allowing it to flood his bladder.
He hadn’t noticed yet, but his hand had curled itself firmly around the door handle, his muscles twitching with the eagerness to rip it open. He didn’t want to be stuck in the car any longer, and he tore his seat-belt apart before tearing out of the vehicle. He landed way too hard on his feet in the snow, the shock of it sending abrupt flares of need through the soles of his feet and into his tingling bladder.
Duncan got out of the car and started to shiver. Hugo noticed, hoping it was just from the cold and not from fear. The entryway to the farm was covered in festive streamers and lights, it looked warm and welcoming. It was the last place a person should feel scared. Hugo’s gaze shifted to River, seeing that he too was shaking, but it was EASY to tell River’s shudders came from anxiety, because his eyes were blown wide open with a look of abject panic.
“River…” Hugo said. “Just stick with me, this is a safe place…” He gestured to some of the other people heading towards the entrance. “Look, nobody’s here but parents and kids.”
River had been so focused on his need to relieve himself, and the dread of dealing with his clothing to do so, that he hadn’t been thinking about how this was only his second time really venturing out in public. The familiar fear started to fill his chest, and he scurried forwards to walk next to Hugo and Duncan, gripping the latter’s hand in his own.
They walked past the entryway, and up to a small kiosk that had been set up. As Hugo talked to the woman working there, explaining that they intended to buy only one tree and telling her how high the ceiling was in their home, River wriggled and turned from side to side.
There were lots and lots of beautiful trees here, and River TRIED to choose one he liked. But, as he looked at them all, he couldn’t help thinking that they all seemed a little dry. Even with the snow surrounding them, he was certain they were dehydrated. He would be doing them all a favor if he watered them…
‘Right. Fine. Okay,’ River thought, frustrated. ‘I need a leak NOW.’ No way was this gonna wait until he got back to the cabin, it wasn’t even gonna wait until they were ready to leave the farm! His bladder was quivering, his pee sloshing to and fro and begging to be released. He knew this place must have had a bathroom of some sort. Maybe it would just be an outhouse, but he could live with that. Flexing his hand wrapped around Duncan’s a few times, River turned in all directions and tried to find a restroom.
Finally, he spotted a wooden post with various signs nailed to it, each one sporting an arrow. Most of them just designated where certain types of trees would be located, or where the ornament kiosks were, but one featured the symbol River wanted; a set of pink and blue stick figures. He exhaled at the sight of it, his breath fogging in front of him. “Duncan, once Hugo’s done here, I gotta take a piss, okay?”
To his great worry, Duncan didn’t say ‘okay’. He didn’t say anything. He just nodded. River’s stomach churned, and he hoped that Duncan’s ‘mute button’, as he’d chosen to call whatever this new problem was, hadn’t been pressed again.
“Do you need to go?”
Duncan shook his head.
“Are you okay?”
Nod.
River pulled him into an anxious hug, not caring that pressing their bodies together was smooshing his bladder.
Once Hugo had finished talking to the woman and had paid for their tickets into the farm and the axe he’d be using, he started to lead River and Duncan off. River was about to tell Hugo that he needed the toilet before they did anything else, but Hugo was heading them in that direction anyway. Apparently, the first trees he wanted to look at first were near the restrooms. Perfect, River would be peeing in just a few minutes… Just as soon as he got his stupid clothes down.
As they trudged through the snow, River tried to ignore the axe in Hugo’s hand. He’d known that if they were cutting down their own tree, an axe would be necessary. He’d known to expect that he’d end up seeing one today, but he didn’t like it. The last time River had touched an axe had been one of his worst moments; The moment when River took another person’s life.
He hadn’t had a choice in the matter, if he hadn’t done what he’d done, then Duncan would have been the one killed instead. River had NEEDED to wield that axe and save Duncan. But, even in his most miserable, most angry days, River had never wanted to kill anyone. Having a death on his conscience, even one that he realized was unavoidable, was something heavy River would have to carry with him forever.
River had never told Hugo that he’d been forced to kill during his time with the Organization. He hoped Hugo wouldn’t offer the axe to him today, wouldn’t ask him if HE wanted to be the one to cut down the tree. River never wanted to hold an axe again.
They arrived in a clearing, trees were lined up and waiting to be selected, but River couldn’t care less about them. He’d caught sight of a small, shabby looking building off in the distance. His bladder recognized what it was even before he did, and he was momentarily unable to move as an intense surge threatened to send a gush of liquid down his legs. “Ah— Hugo?” River asked.
“Hm?”
“I want to take a leak,” River told him. “The bathroom’s right over there… Can…” he swallowed. He knew what he was going to ask. He knew what he HAD to ask. He knew what he NEEDED. But, it wasn’t easy to force those words out, to ADMIT that this was what he needed, that he could no longer handle such a simple task by himself. Duncan had told him that he had to give himself a break, and that it was fine to need somebody to take care of him. It even felt GOOD to be taken care of, but it also felt bad. How could the same thing feel both wonderful and soul crushing? “Can you and Duncan take me, please?”
“…Sure,” Hugo said, not wanting to call any more attention to River’s new change in peeing habits. In the old days, River would have just said “Gotta piss now!” And run off to the toilet by himself. But, he reminded himself, these WEREN’T the old days. He had to get used to it just like River did…
As they walked towards the restroom, River could barely move quickly enough. The knowledge that he was getting his relief soon made his bladder cramp and throb more and more with each passing second. The power of suggestion untwisting the knots his holding muscles were tied into, making them go loose long before River was actually ready for them to. River stood in front of the door to the men’s room, hopping on his feet and swinging his fists. What was it like in there? Were there people in it, or was it too quiet and eerie? What if there was just ONE person in there, and it was someone waiting to ambush him? Someone from the Organization whom had seen him entering the farm and recognized him, could tell he needed the bathroom since he’d been unable to stop wriggling?
River didn’t feel any more safe going through that door by himself than he did walking to this building by himself. “Do… Do you need to go?” He asked both his companions.
They each shook their heads.
“Wanna… Wash your hands…?” He tried .
“River, are you scared to go in there alone?”
River said nothing, just shifted from foot to foot as his bladder pounded with confusion the longer he stared at the door and refused to grab its handle.
“We’ll go with you,” Hugo said. “Don’t worry.”
River nodded and finally tried to yank the door open.
But, it didn’t budge.
What— He could tell from the shape of the handle and the size of the building that this WASN’T a single stall bathroom. Surely a row of stalls and an even longer row of urinals existed right beyond the wooden obstruction, but he couldn’t get it to come open! His heart rate picked up speed, every thump jolting his bladder. He grunted as he pulled on the handle again, “Nnnh… Come onnnn…” he whimpered.
He finally took a step back, accepting that the toilets in that room were now out of bounds to him for whatever reason. “It’s locked,” River told Hugo, eyes wide and beseeching.
Hugo tried the door himself, having no more success than River had. He gave River a sympathetic look. “Is it an emergency?” He asked. He had a feeling that it was getting there. That had been a long ride with a lot of traffic, truthfully the fact River hadn’t asked for a stop during it had surprised him.
River said nothing for a moment. Then, “I could probably hold it for a little while…” There was zero certainty in his voice, his tone trembled and indicated that he really had to go. He just had a feeling that even if they forgot about the tree and went straight home, he STILL wouldn’t make it there in time. River was going to have an accident today, may as well actually GET the tree so that this trip wouldn’t be pointless.
Duncan frowned, leaning closer to River and nuzzling him softly. He wanted to say a few words of encouragement, maybe suggest they go back to that lady Hugo had been speaking to and ask for a key, but when he opened his mouth, his tongue just flopped around inside it uselessly. His tongue felt like something foreign, something that didn’t even belong to him. So, he settled for just rubbing River’s hand and hoping that got some sort of message across.
Hugo had one idea, but he wasn’t sure how to broach the subject; The women’s room might be unlocked. A few times in the past, Hugo had been with a male friend whom was desperate to relieve himself, while the nearest men’s room had been out of order. Hugo had suggested that they just use the ladies’ since it was an emergency. And it had been awkward, some of those friends had needed to be coaxed, or had needed a female friend to scope the place out and assure him that no one was there to be made to feel uncomfortable, but they’d given in eventually.
Hugo had every reason to suspect that making this suggestion to River would be very different. There would be another layer to it, one that Hugo couldn’t relate to, but always tried his best to understand. River had told him before that he had had trouble in public restrooms. When he was first living on the streets, River looked extremely androgynous; He caught people staring at him often, and knew that many of them were trying to figure out what he was.
His body naturally produced about the same amount of testosterone as any other guy. But, when he’d been with his parents, they’d forced him to take medication which suppressed that production, and ingest Estrogen hormones to replace it. Once he was away from his parents and no longer taking these medications, his body was masculinizing. He grew facial hair and his voice deepened, his shoulders broadened… But, the Estrogen had caused him to develop breasts. And people noticed them. River was malnourished on the streets, it was obvious the breasts were not the result of excess weight.
He knew his appearance confused people, he knew that they WANTED to know what he was, and some people seemed to take offense at the fact that they couldn’t tell, as if River was trying to confuse them on purpose for some devious and nefarious reason. So, if he went to a public restroom and enough people were around to see him do it, he would get confronted no matter WHICH door he went through. He’d be yelled at that he didn’t belong there and followed through the room as the other person badgered him with questions. Sometimes he’d get hit. Once, he got pepper-sprayed in the face, and he’d even had security called on him.
River’s chest was no longer a cause for confusion or judgement, however he would definitely still have those bad memories… “Do you wanna try using the women’s room?” Hugo asked.
River nodded. He didn’t ‘WANT’ to do it, but considering the only other choice available to him now was holding his pee until he inevitably soaked his pants, he WOULD do it. “Still come with me, though?”
Hugo looked away awkwardly. “Yeah, okay…” he said.
Duncan nodded, holding onto River’s hand as River approached the other door.
Again, River’s body tried to get ahead of him. Now given a second chance at relief, his aching holding muscles were excitedly loosening up, making him squeeze his thighs tighter to maintain control. But then, River tried the handle and found that THIS door was locked as well! A whimper burst from the back of his throat as a pressure build up behind his eyes. This was so unfair! Why were they BOTH locked? Why were they BOTH locked on a day when so many people were visiting the farm?! Didn’t whoever was in charge realize that a few of the guests would BADLY need to relieve their bladders before they left?
River stepped backwards and tried to steady his breathing. He was deeply uncomfortable, and he was under no illusion that he’d be able to hold his piss all the way back to the cabin, but freaking out wasn’t going to do him any good, either. If he panicked too much, he’d have an even trickier time keeping his sphincters shut. “Th—That one’s locked too,” River informed miserably.
Hugo frowned. “Do you want to just—“
River shook his head. “No, you paid for the ticket, and to rent the axe and everything… We came all the way out here. Besides, I don’t even need to go that much, I can wait.” The last statement was a lie, urine was swishing painfully in his midsection, the pressure weighing him down just as much as his heavy coat was. Just KNOWING that there were toilets and urinals a few feet from his current position, yet still out of his reach, did nothing to help matters. His bladder convulsed, muscles burning. “Let’s go find a tree…”
“Are you sure?” Hugo asked. “If it’s bad, I don’t want you to hurt yourself or have an accident…”
“I won’t, I’m fine!” River insisted. Truthfully, he knew that if they left now, he’d wet his pants in the car before they got home. A part of him was thinking it would be for the best if he stayed here until his bladder burst, so that he wouldn’t soak the car seats. Neither of these outcomes were good, but at least if he picked the second one, he’d only end up wetting a patch of snow.
He knew that if he explained this reasoning to Hugo, the other probably wouldn’t understand it, but it really DID seem like the most logical choice to River.
They left the restroom building behind, River’s bladder not the least bit emptier— In fact, it felt even fuller than it had before he’d discovered the toilets were locked. His middle pulsed with brilliant, hot points of need, his pee shrieking to be let out even though there was nowhere for him to release it.
When they got to a row of trees and Hugo started to look them over, River tried not to think about what he wished he could DO to those trees. He was positive that he wasn’t allowed to get any of them ‘wet’, no matter how much he wanted to. He actually started to think that the sight of the trees was worse on his bladder than the sight of the locked toilets had been…
River twitched, not realizing that he’d begun to squeeze onto Duncan’s hand so tightly that his knuckles were cracking until Duncan started to let out pained sounding mewls. “O—Oh,” River said, loosening up his grip. “Sorry…”
Duncan looked into River’s eyes. His wide, nervous eyes… His boyfriend was fidgeting, hips swaying left and right and feet crunching in the snow. He couldn’t understand why River hadn’t just BEGGED to go back home. Duncan wanted to ask, TRIED to ask, he managed to squeak out River’s name before his throat constricted with anxiety and his jaw pulsed.
River rubbed a soothing pattern into Duncan’s hand. “It’s okay…” he said, nerves fluttering in his stomach, getting dangerously close to wrapping around his full bladder. Duncan seemingly forgetting how to form words was even more worrisome the third time… “I just have to go piss, but I’ll be fine. Just let me—“
Duncan frantically shook his head back and forth. He’d thought their discussion the other day with the cookies had gotten through to River somehow, but he was still trying to insist he could handle everything, endure anything, all by himself!
“What?” River asked. “What’s—“
“Guys,” Hugo said. “What do you think of this one?” He beckoned them over to a very tall tree.
River looked up at it, and wasn’t so sure. “I think that one’s too tall to fit…” he said. “We need one a little short—Nnnh!— Shorter…” River bent at the knees, allowing them to rub together. ‘There’s nothing you can do!’ He reminded himself. ‘You’re going to pee your pants…’ Trying to accept his fate did little to soothe the painful demands of his bladder. Really, knowing that an accident was inevitable was heightening the pressure inside his body to panic-inducing levels.
He KNEW he was going to pee his clothes, but he was in PUBLIC, and Duncan was right next to him, holding his hand, and he didn’t WANT to pee his clothes! He just saw no way out! His bladder was strained and hard in his abdomen, holding back a wave of liquid. Holding it in for ten more minutes, to say nothing of the entire drive back home, wasn’t physically possible. A bladder could only hold so much, and River’s bladder could hold less than most.
He noticed Hugo had brought them to an area that didn’t have TOO many people milling around. Like he had the day their bathroom door had gotten stuck, River debated if he should just LET himself pee in his clothes now, while he had a little more privacy. If he did it RIGHT this second, he would be able to save himself the discomfort of waiting for it. No matter what, it WAS going to happen, it was just a matter of time. So, shouldn’t he do it right away before the pressure got excruciating, or they found themselves in a bigger crowd of potential witnesses? With as many layers as he had on, maybe no one would even notice if he walked away from the yellow snow quickly enough…
Ah, no… His pee was going to be warm, right. In the cold air, it might steam up or something. Even if the wet spot didn’t make it to the outmost layer of his clothes, the steam would still be visible. Nope, he was going to have to keep waiting until he actually lost it… Or at least until he was ready to PRETEND that he was really losing it.
As they kept walking, River kept his pee at bay by clenching his thighs, and crossing his legs whenever they paused. Every single tree they passed didn’t look like anything to cut down and put up in their living room. Instead, they all looked like beautiful relief River was dying to claim for himself. Maybe once they’d found the right tree, River could go on that one? Like… Like marking it as his own, yeah. Same way a dog would… It would be fine if they BOUGHT the tree River had urinated against, surely?
Ohhh, come to think of it, it wasn’t like there were any signs that said NOT to pee on the trees! So, that meant there were no rules against it! Or, more rationally, it meant that they didn’t think they needed to TELL people not to water them…
Not wanting to tease his bladder further, River tried to think of other things and focus just on putting one foot in front of the other. Hugo kept glancing at the trees, but he seemed to find something he disliked about each one. River wasn’t sure what, he had no idea what the criteria even was for a good Christmas tree. Really, they all looked identical to him, save for their heights and widths…
Every time Hugo paused, River was left swaying back and forth, the seams of his bladder tearing apart more and more until he was clasping one shaking hand around Duncan’s wrist, and trying to clutch his crotch with the other, legs frantically rubbing together, his thick underpants chafing and midsection screaming.
He needed to TRY to grab his dick because his Winter outfit had made such a task nearly impossible. The coat hung down so far that it was in the way, and then all the layers he had on over his legs made it even trickier. The fact he had gloves on added a whole extra level of difficulty. He pressed his hand against his crotch, and bucked his hips into his palm, but it was like he wasn’t making any contact at all! His hand failed to transform into the plug he wanted so badly to stuff into his opening.
Duncan was aware of River’s struggling, he could feel River jerking about as he held onto his hand. He saw the sheets of sweat flowing down River’s face, as though he was standing in the Sahara desert in the middle of Summer instead of walking through a snow covered Christmas tree lot in the Winter.
Duncan knew there must have been a key for the restrooms, and was surprised neither River nor Hugo had thought to ask someone for it. Duncan wanted to tell them. He pressed his tongue up against the roof of his mouth and let out a muffled noise.
Hugo turned around, “Wha—“ His eyes fell on River, twitching and wriggling and failing to even hold himself properly. “River, you should have sai—“
“KEY!” Duncan blurted out, louder than he’d intended.
Hugo was confused, but River got it right away. “A— A key for the restrooms?” He said. “There HAS to be one, right?” He felt like an idiot for not considering that before, and crossed his legs tighter to hold back the pool of piss trapped within him, too desperate to care if it made his need obvious.
“Right, right!” Hugo said. “I bet there is! Come on…” He was shuffling them off again, back to the kiosk they’d stopped at when they’d first arrived here.
Now that River’s hope had been reignited, he was suddenly more determined to hold it again. Maybe an accident WASN’T guaranteed, maybe he’d get to use a toilet. Ohhh, please, please, let him be able to use a toilet really soon! He didn’t have much time left! When they got to the kiosk, River wanted to unwrap his legs and pretend that he wasn’t on the verge of flooding himself, but he just COULDN’T. He tried to loosen himself out just a LITTLE and that was enough to send the first squirt of pee out into his clothes.
Besides, the woman would HAVE to give them the key once she saw how much River needed it…
He stood at Hugo’s side, stomping his feet as he listened. “Is there a key for the restroom? Kind of an emergency…”
Hugo’s words didn’t embarrass River; They were TRUE, after all. And, again, emphasizing the severity of River’s situation would hopefully generate a bit of pity for him.
But, Duncan seemed to be afraid that River WAS embarrassed, because the next thing he knew, Duncan was rubbing his shoulder and nuzzling him again, trying to smile.
“I’m okay…” River said. “I’m fine… I’m fine… I’ll be—“
“I’m sorry,” the woman told Hugo. “Someone accidentally took the keys home last night… You’re not the first person to ask. I’m REALLY sorry.”
River wasn’t going to be fine.
“That’s… That’s okay,” Hugo said. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry about it…”
River couldn’t STOP worrying about it! He was exploding! He kept feeling little drips falling into his underwear, the warmth rolling down the insides of his legs. He was scared he’d let out enough already that steamy fog was visible around his crotch…
River wasn’t going to be fine at all. He was absolutely dying for a piss. Even just a few seconds of relief— Just, please, please— ANYTHING.
River had a feeling they were going to forget about the tree now, Hugo was going to take them back to the car and try to get River home in time. River was going to come apart and gush all over his seat, probably before they’d even left the parking lot…
But, instead Hugo was leading them back to the trees they’d been looking at. River was confused at first, then figured that Hugo must have come to the same conclusion; River was going to wet his pants, and it would be better if he did it outside and spared the car seats from the deluge.
Hugo walked them past a few rows of trees, further and further, River leaking abundantly every handful of yards. When Hugo stopped, they were at the far end of the lot. The trees here were all scraggly, missing chunks of leaves, and very short. Clearly, these were not the ones expected to sell, and no one was even over here to look at them. River got nervous, and Duncan was shaking too. It was too quiet, too much solitude. Anything could happen when no one was around to see…
They could be attacked. They could be grabbed. They could have rags shoved over their mouths and noses and be taken away to—
‘Hugo has the axe, though…’ River thought. ‘Don’t be—‘
Hugo brought River back to reality when he brought up one of the more common things that occurred when nobody was around to watch. “Alright, River, guess you’re gonna get to write your name for the first time today, huh?”
River looked up at him. “H—Huh?”
“Pee,” Hugo said. “I don’t know if it’s allowed but… Hey, no one’s gonna find out all the way over here, are they?”
Oh. Right… River could ‘write his name’. He hadn’t ever done that before. It had snowed one other time after he’d had his phalloplasty, but it hadn’t even crossed his mind that he could DO that now. Ohhh, God could he do that RIGHT now, though… In fact, forget writing his name, he had enough piss in him to write a whole fucking novel.
Suddenly hit by a surge of adrenaline brought on by extreme levels of need, River tore at the bottom buttons of his coat, yanking them apart as he kept jumping between his feet. He fought with the button and zip of his snow pants, and moaned at the layers he still had to get through. His bladder was crying, streams of uncontrollable liquid still strolling slickly down his legs, and there was just SO much still there, separating his dick from the outside the world.
He tried for the button on his regular pants, but his hands were shaking so much by that point that he couldn’t move it. “Nnnhh… Ah—!” He choked, hopping up and down more urgently, fighting with his clothes all the while. He crossed his legs, palmed his crotch and doubled forwards.
Next thing he knew, Duncan was knelt in front of him, parting the button, lowering the zipper. “Hurry!” River begged him, his fists clenching at his sides, shuddering. “Hurry! I’m already pissing!” He surrendered himself over to Duncan’s help. Duncan’s hands weren’t spasming, Duncan was still calm, still in control of his body. River was the opposite. River needed help. River WANTED help, and he wanted to cover Duncan in kisses for giving it to him, for taking care of him when he had no way of taking care of himself. “Hurrrryyyy!”
Duncan finally unbuttoned River’s thermal underpants, parted the flap on his boxers open, and River’s hand dove inside. Duncan stumbled back as River freed himself from his clothing and blindly aimed a torrent into the snow— If it had taken him a second longer, River may have peed on him…
“Ahhhhhh…. Fuuuuuuck…” River moaned, every seam in his bladder pulling itself apart and allowing its contents to spill out with wild, reckless abandon. His eyes fluttered back open, and he decided that he actually WOULD like to write his name out, or at least try to. His aim was definitely way better than it had been the first time he’d peed standing, and he never missed the bowl anymore, but he wasn’t sure if he could actually make any shapes in the snow or not.
He tried, shifting his hips and adjusting his grip on his dick, wriggling around to try and get out something legible. He decided to do it all in capital letters, since he thought that would be easiest. It was WAY harder than he’d thought it would be. His bladder had completely split apart and was going to keep spraying until it was bone dry, so he couldn’t pause between the letters or anything— Was he supposed to? He doubted people pissed in cursive very often… Or did they? In the end, it WAS recognizable as his name, but he was STILL peeing so much, STILL felt so full…
So, he went for his LAST name as well. His last name was a lot longer than his first, and he’d be REALLY proud of himself if it turned out he had enough piss in him to make it. As he made his attempt, he had a silly thought that a member of the Organization would find his name pissed out in the snow and figure out he lived in this area. He didn’t worry about that for very long though, because even if someone DID come over here for some reason, it was still snowing a bit and everything would be covered up soon.
He kept going, the letters growing more legible the longer he peed, and his bladder going looser and looser. He was finally able to stand upright all the way without the heaviness of his middle sending shooting pains through him. He was astonished when, not only did he have enough urine left to finish his last name, he was STILL peeing after he’d finished with it. He considered trying add on something like ‘WAS HERE’ but could tell he was nearing the end of his relief, so he just let it taper off into a puddle between his feet.
Then he realized Duncan was giggling… And, though he was happy to hear Duncan making some noise, River blushed anyway. “Wha—What?”
“Eheheh, you actually wrote it, like a kid…” Duncan said. “That’s cute…”
“W—Well, I never was able to when I WAS a kid…” River reminded.
“I’m not teasing you,” Duncan promised. “I told you, I think it’s cute! And, wow, you got your FULL name!”
“I really needed to go…” River said.
“You did,” Hugo said. “Why did you tell me you DIDN’T?”
River shrugged. “Because we’d already come all the way out here. And, I wasn’t going to make it home, so I thought… You know, I should piss myself OUTSIDE instead of in the car.”
Hugo struggled with that logic for a second; It was at once both sensible and flawed, something he thought could have only come from River. “… Um, alright… You feel better now?”
River nodded.
“Okay, good, that’s all that matters,” Hugo said. “Now maybe you can both concentrate more on helping me pick a tree.”
Edited January 4 by secretomoact
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Written for the 12 Days of Omo prompt "Christmas Movie"
***
River’s first Christmas with Duncan had gone as well as he could have hoped. Better, even. They may have been stuck inside, just the two of them and Hugo, like always, but it wasn’t like any of them had family to visit. They WERE the family now. So, they celebrated like any family would. The day started with them opening gifts under the tree. River was delighted with all of the new manga volumes Hugo had gotten him, and Duncan was pleased with the dance CDs.
Since River and Duncan couldn’t go out alone to shop for anything, and they were no longer able to use the Internet either, they’d needed to MAKE their gifts for each other. Duncan was clearly the better artist of the two, presenting River with a brilliant portrait of a rose garden. River was in awe at the differing textures and light levels present throughout it, but confused by the way Duncan kept snickering.
“Hm?” River asked. “What…?”
“Did you notice?” Duncan asked.
“Er… Notice what?”
“Look at the centers of the roses…” Duncan said, barely holding back snorts of laughter.
River did. The roses all had the expected layers of petals, circling out around one cluster of… Actually, as he looked more closely, that didn’t really resemble a cluster of petals…
The reason that they didn’t resemble clusters of petals, River now realized, was because they WEREN’T clusters of petals. They were floral phalluses. Duncan had painted a field of roses with penises jetting out in the middle of each flower. It was indeed difficult to notice it at first, but once it WAS spotted, it was impossible to unsee it. It was… Funny, but just… “Why?”
“Because it was funny,” Duncan said, laughing more now.
River shrugged. It was still a lovely painting, had clearly taken ages to complete. And, yes, it WAS amusing. Besides, they weren’t going to have anyone over to visit, so there was no reason that they couldn’t hang— No, no, not ‘hang!’, ‘DISPLAY’— it anywhere.
“What is it?” Hugo asked, leaning forwards for a closer look.
“Pfft, heheheh,” Duncan kept up his raucous laughter, bending forwards on himself. “All the flowers have—“ He broke off very abruptly, his giggling ceased, and he got a look of pure panic on his face.
“Duncan? What’s wr—“
Before River could finish, Duncan was crossing his legs and gasping out “E—Excuse me!” He took off for the restroom, palming his crotch along the way.
Duncan was scrambling for the toilet as soon as he’d gotten past the doorway. His boxers felt clammy and warm, the result of a leak that he seriously hadn’t even felt COMING until it had already spilled out of him. Fuck, fuck… He knew that sneezing made him pee now, but hadn’t realized there were other things that could do it.
He yanked his pants down and sat on the toilet seat, his dribbles bursting into a stream. He panted, but not so much from relief. He was just desperately trying to catch his breath after rushing here at breakneck speed. As he sat there, bladder emptying, he examined the damage done to his pants. A dark spot was visible on the crotch of his boxers, but he didn’t think he needed to change them. It wasn’t any worse than what happened if he didn’t ‘shake off’ well enough after a pee.
It wasn’t the severity of the leak that bothered him, it was just the fact that it had happened at all. He’d learned that he needed to be careful when he sneezed, sometimes instinctively grabbing his crotch when he felt one coming just to try and forestall the inevitable drip. That was probably the hardest he’d laughed since he’d escaped the Organization, though. He’d had no idea that laughing was dangerous for his bladder, too!
God… What had happened to his body when those weights slammed into him? He’d had PERFECT control over his bladder up until then! Sure, he’d had a FEW leaks before it, but those had all been brought on by pretty severe desperation. Now, he was dribbling when he didn’t even think he had to go!
He really hoped that, whatever was going on with his holding muscles now would start to get better soon… He stood from the toilet, flushed it and washed his hands off. He stood there a moment longer, recalling how he’d basically freaked out in the living room and run to the toilet like he was escaping from a fire.
River and Hugo both knew about his sneezing issue, but he didn’t want to let on that there were even MORE problems… So, when Duncan returned to them, he sighed and said “Ahhh, sorry about that. I was excited and forgot to go this morning, then it all kinda just hit me.”
Hugo chuckled, “Micah used to do that every Christmas too,” he said fondly.
Duncan, perplexed by the unfamiliar name, looked at River.
“Micah was Hugo’s son,” River explained, briskly pulling something else out from beneath the tree. “A—Anyway, here’s what I got you!”
Duncan didn’t press further. River’s quick change of subject, and his use of the word ‘was’, were enough to tell him everything he needed to know. Duncan took the gift into his hands and unwrapped it, finding a beaded bracelet containing their initials, a rainbow pattern, and a few heart shaped beads. “Yeah, I can’t draw worth shit,” River said. “And I hope to God that actually fits you, and—“
Duncan slipped it on and hugged River, “It’s so sweet!” He gushed, nuzzling him.
“Eheh,” River laughed, leaning into Duncan’s touches.
They each had things to give to Hugo as well, which he was surprised by. River had used the old Polaroid camera to take a bunch of photos around the cabin. He may not have been great at drawing, but photography was a different story. He was able to capture all the familiar objects in such unique ways that Hugo had to pause a couple times to figure out what he was looking at. Duncan had painted him a field of flowers as well, but when he started to scrutinize it, he was assured that this one didn’t have any hidden dicks.
A few hours after the present opening, Hugo went out to get a pizza for dinner. When River asked for pineapple and anchovies as his toppings, Duncan thought he was joking and started to giggle. But, then he realized River was being serious and laughed even harder, so hard that his bladder ejected another unwanted spurt into his clothes. Just like that morning, he stopped cold, went silent and was barely able to keep his hands off his dick as he ran to the toilet.
He was already tugging down his pants while he was shutting the door, feeling more pee resting precariously at the edge of his sphincters. He slammed himself down onto the toilet seat, and didn’t even need to TELL his bladder to let go. He was peeing the instant he felt the porcelain beneath him. But, he felt little in the way of relief. Was he going to have to fight not to soak his pants EVERY time he thought something was a little funny?
He finished after only fifteen seconds, proving that his bladder HADN’T been full at all. He washed off his hands and met up with River again in the living room. “S—Sorry, I guess I’ve been distracted and didn’t notice how much I had to—“
“Do you pee when you laugh?” River interrupted.
Duncan sucked in his cheeks. “I… I didn’t used to…” he said reluctantly.
“Thought so,” River said, glum. “I’m really sorry… It’s not fair that you have to deal with this now.”
“It’s not,” Duncan agreed. “It sucks.”
“I’ve kinda been noticing you… Like… Grab yourself when you sneeze? Does that help any?”
“Yeah,” Duncan said. “It usually makes it stay in, at least— Unless I already had to go really bad. But, even if I hold myself, I’m going to be having an emergency once the sneezing stops. Like, I have a minute to get to the toilet afterwards, otherwise I think I’ll…”
“Okay,” River said. “At least it makes it a little easier, right? Maybe you should try to hold your crotch when you laugh, too?”
Duncan hated having to discuss this. He shouldn’t have needed to come up with strategies to manage his newly fickle bladder. Before, the only time he had to talk about peeing was when he was desperate to do it and needed directions to a toilet. “I guess…” he said.
Hugo got home with the pizzas. River kept trying to convince Duncan to try the toppings he’d selected, to which Duncan continued to refused. They talked a lot as they ate around the table, and it felt like they really WERE just a regular family enjoying Christmas together. Duncan forgot all about the Organization, about being scared, about how they were inside because they HAD to be, and focused only on how good it felt to spend the day with River and Hugo. Apart from his little urinary mishaps, everything had been perfect.
During the evening, they watched some Christmas DVDs on the couch together. Hugo eventually got tired and headed to bed, but Duncan had been so happy all day that he wasn’t ready for it to end. River decided to stay with him, which overjoyed him even further… Particularly because he’d been hopeful that River would have ANOTHER present for him at some point tonight.
He wasn’t going to push for it or anything… But, they’d been together for so many months now, had slept in each other’s arms, had kissed, cuddled, felt one another up… Duncan thought that the right time should be coming SOON, and tonight would be just the perfect occasion.
He couldn’t let himself get TOO excited, though. He didn’t want to get his hopes up high if, like every other night, they simply kissed each other goodnight, snuggling and talking until they fell asleep. Duncan wanted more, was dying for more… Thoughts of River touching him without the barriers of their clothing in the way were sometimes enough to send Duncan running to the restroom to take care of a DIFFERENT urge.
He THOUGHT River wanted it too… River said all the time that he loved him, and had drooled over the sight of his arms on several occasions. He’d caught River staring at his ass when he came back from a shower with nothing but a towel covering it. When they fondled each other over their clothes, River was always moaning and shuddering, showing how much he was enjoying it.
But, there were other things that made Duncan wonder if maybe River didn’t want it. When they got really hot and heavy, Duncan would ALWAYS get hard as a rock within minutes. But, no matter how much he felt River up, no matter how much he got the man to whimper and mewl, Duncan had never felt River’s cock growing in his pants, and he’d been TRYING to, that confirmation that he was turning River on would be irresistible…
River acted like he enjoyed it. He made all the right sounds and all the right expressions, he told Duncan to keep it up… Yet, his body kept telling a different story, and Duncan was confused.
Once Hugo had gone to bed, Duncan cozied up a lot closer to River, putting his arm around his shoulders and pulling him into his body. River blushed and snuggled against him. They kept watching the movies. River commented that he hadn’t liked Christmas movies that much before, since they were usually so cheesy. “But, it feels different watching them with you…”
Duncan’s chest warmed and he kissed River’s cheek, before trailing more kisses along River’s jawline, down his neck. River wriggled, shivering. “Heheh, mmm… That feels good.”
Encouraged, Duncan carried on, kissing River all over his face and neck, stroking his back and reminding him how much he loved him. Something struck him then; River was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Duncan had never believed he’d get to have a REAL relationship with another man, that the best he’d ever manage were meaningless hook-ups that were over as quickly as they began. But, what he and River had was real. They relied on each other, they needed each other. Duncan loved River’s determination and strength, the way he survived in spite of everything life had thrown at him. River loved Duncan’s sense of humor, his playfulness… Things that were finally starting to come back as Duncan started to feel safer.
River was the best thing that had ever happened to him… But he and River had met during the WORST event of Duncan’s life. How could it be that his most painful and most wonderful experiences had happened simultaneously, intertwined?
As Duncan thought this over, and the movie continued on the TV screen, River eventually ended up laying sideways. His head was resting in Duncan’s lap, his arms wrapped around his body. River’s body heat was so warm that it put Duncan in a new state of ease. He wished that this moment never had to end. He didn’t even care if they ended up not having sex again tonight, because everything that was happening now was just so perfect.
Before long, River had started to snore, fast asleep in Duncan’s lap. He looked adorable that way, eye lashes lightly brushing against his cheeks, breaths coming out slow and even, arms still coiled around Duncan and squeezing rather tautly against his bladder—
Okay… That last one wasn’t so cute. And it definitely wasn’t relaxing. Ugh, why hadn’t Duncan noticed that he had to pee until just NOW? And, why did noticing it have to make the urge so much worse? He’d been fine a moment ago, now he was cursing himself for the glasses of water he’d had with dinner, feeling them stretching out inside his bladder.
Should he wake River up…? No, probably not. Peaceful sleep was so hard for either one of them to come by, Duncan wouldn’t DARE take it away from River if he could help it. Duncan could wait until River woke back up… Just so long as he didn’t sneeze or laugh.
He checked which movie was playing now, wondering if it was one that featured any loud scenes. If it was, then perhaps River would wake up and Duncan wouldn’t have to feel quite so bad about it. But, few Christmas films were all that noisy, and Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer was a fairly quiet one. Hell, many of the songs would make alright lullabies. He didn’t think THIS would wake River up.
Not helping Duncan’s situation was the need to keep himself still. He didn’t want to be the one responsible for waking River up, and since he was coiled around his body, any jiggling or squirming would likely disturb him. His need for the toilet, which was already somewhat severe when he’d noticed it, had grown exponentially in the time since.
Duncan’s lips thinned as he hitched his hips just the slightest bit— Enough to take a little of the pressure away from his sphincters, but not enough to rouse River. His hands fluttered uselessly around his waist, River’s head still nestled in his lap and blocking him from being able to adjust his pants or pinch his urethra closed. His thighs pressed together until he felt them starting to cramp.
He told himself River would probably wake up soon. His position didn’t even look that comfy, so he couldn’t sleep for THAT long.
Half an hour later, with his bladder feeling nearly engorged from the pressure, Duncan was worrying that River was going to keep him pinned here for the rest of the night. As soon as that thought had presented itself, a far more worrying one chased it away; River wouldn’t keep him pinned here all night, because Duncan would wet his pants before morning came. River would DEFINITELY spring awake when his ‘pillow’ suddenly got warm and sopping wet while emitting a loud hissing sound.
A stabbing pulse from his bladder made Duncan jolt slightly in his seat, grinding himself against the cushion as subtly as he could manage. He looked back at the TV, trying to focus on IT instead of his bladder. He did his best to focus on Rudolph encountering the Island of Misfit Toys, only for his midsection to spasm so startlingly that he had to fling his upper body backwards to give his bloated ball of piss some space, hissing through his clenched teeth.
The swollen, tense lump encompassing his lower abdomen COULDN’T find enough room, though. The weight of River’s head in his lap was like placing cinderblocks atop his bladder, and he couldn’t get away from it. It all felt so heavy on his sphincters, muscles weakening beneath the strain. “Hfff…” he exhaled, trying to take in little puffs of air, as if that would calm the rest of his body down.
It didn’t. A small dribble of pee squirted free from his urethra. It wasn’t enough to leave a stain on his pants, but he could feel the wet patch on his boxers already. He ground his teeth together, bit down hard against a groan, and another trickle of heat jetted forth. He bounced lightly, unable to stop himself.
He felt another pulsing throb radiate from within his bladder, and he drummed his fingertips onto the couch’s armrest, for lack of anything more helpful to do. He leaked twice more, feeling the wet patch on his underwear growing ever larger. ‘Just… Just watch the stupid movie…’ he ordered himself. ‘Watch it, and forget about peeing.’
He made another attempt. He’d seen this thing loads of times, and he couldn’t recall any part of it that should make his bladder feel any worse, thankfully. He couldn’t think of any scenes involving water falls, or rivers, or toilets… Except, now he was just THINKING about water falls, rivers and toilets— Especially that LAST thing.
He was thinking about how there was a toilet right down the hall. He was thinking about how he could see the open door from his current position. He was thinking about how it would take him a maximum of ten steps to get there and empty himself. He was thinking about how GOOD that would feel…
God… It would feel amazing… He wanted nothing more than to rip down his pants and collapse onto the bowl, gushing away for all he was worth, his stream echoing with its force. If only the seat he was on right NOW were a toilet, if only River had fallen asleep on him in the bathroom instead, then he could just let it all out and stop feeling so bloated…
His bladder enjoyed his fantasy a little too much, its walls crumbling inwards and squeezing out another leak. This one carried on for several seconds, and he fought hard to clamp it off. He could do nothing to stem his spill apart from tightening up his already tensed thighs and gritting his muscles so hard that they burned. Eventually, it did cease, but he was sure the crotch of his pants looked wet now.
‘Ohhh, please wake up, River…’ Duncan pleaded silently. Maybe he SHOULD just shake him? This was getting really, really bad! River would certainly be more upset if he got woken up because Duncan pissed on him than if he got woken up because Duncan nudged him…
He reached for River, tapped his shoulder. “River…?” He whispered. He wasn’t sure why he was being so gentle, so soft, when he wanted River up and moving NOW. “River… Come on…” he said, poking him again. “I’m practically wetting myself… You have to let me up…”
***
‘I’m practically wetting myself!’ River thought, panic coursing through him. He was immensely confused by several things. First, and most troublingly, he could feel his long pigtails touching his shoulders, could feel a weight in his chest that was both foreign and somehow familiar, and the crotch of his pants was disturbingly empty. Second, he was at school, a place he hadn’t been to in several years. Third, his teacher had just said something about his Mom, as if his Mom was even a part of his life…
But, River didn’t think he had the time, nor the brainpower, to waste on figuring all of this out. His bladder was bloated and hard as a rock, and if he didn’t get to a fucking toilet soon, he wouldn’t NEED to figure out what had happened to his body, because it would be scattered all over the place in tiny, urine-flecked pieces.
He held himself and wriggled in his chair, his heart thumping in his ears as he did so. He was panicking from how bad he had to pee, and also from how his crotch felt beneath his hands. Something EXTREMELY important was missing. He could feel he was wearing short sleeves, and when he turned his head to look, the scar on his arm was gone too…
Christ, what was happening? Had he dreamed everything about the last several years of his life? The part with that Organization HAD been pretty surreal, so maybe…
Was he going to have to do it ALL over again? Come out to his parents, try to reason with them, try to get off the Estrogen… Would they react better than they had in his dream? He didn’t think so… He’d be homeless again, have to find someone to live with, since apparently Hugo was just a dream. Would he find someone as kind as Hugo, someone as willing to help him with his surgeries as Hugo?
Ohhh, God, and what about Duncan?! Duncan wasn’t real, either?! He didn’t have someone who loved him after all? Fuck, of course that had been a dream, Duncan had been too good to be true… Hugo, too… Fuck, fuck, he wanted his old life back, a lot of it had sucked, but it had been HIS—
A gasp fell from River’s lips as his bladder sent two hot spurts of piss into his… Well, he wasn’t going to check, but he was probably wearing panties… He clutched his hands against himself with more fervor when a stream started to slosh out. He crossed his legs beneath his desk, clenching his muscles, eyes welling with tears.
He needed the toilet, he could figure the rest out after he’d gone… What— What was happening now? What did he need to do to get himself to a bathroom? He finally looked up from his lap, gazed around the classroom. He recognized it as his homeroom from eighth grade. Shit… What classes had he been taking in eighth grade? God dammit, if there was a fucking test today he was going to set something on fire… And then not put it out, even though he was full of enough piss to do the job easily.
Okay, okay… It didn’t look like it was a test day. Actually, there were cookies and stuff out on some of the desks, and a TV sitting on a cart at the front of the room. It was a party day, so at least he wouldn’t have to actually go to school while he figured his situation out. And, more importantly, it should be easier to get to a restroom…
Dear fucking GOD he needed a restroom…
The TV was turned on, it started playing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, which meant Christmas was coming up, so he at least knew what month it was… His situation started to feel a LITTLE more familiar now that the movie was on, although he wasn’t sure why.
Nor did he care. He needed an empty bladder NOW. He struggled onto his feet, and it sort of felt almost like he had to REMEMBER how to hold it in with his old parts…? He didn’t bother moving his hands away from his crotch as he hobbled to the teacher’s desk and blurted out his request for the restroom. The teacher took way too damned long to respond, and River crossed his left leg over his right as he waited.
“Go ahead,” she said, waving him off.
River rushed for the door and threw it open, cursing madly under his breath as he tried his best to remember the layout of his high school. Where the fuck were the toilets? Christ! He must have made mad dashes to them at least four times a day when he’d been a teenager, how could he have forgotten their locations?!
He turned around a corner and managed to remember this hallway, and that there would be a restroom if he turned to the left at the end of it. He made an odd, limping walk down the hall, taking care to keep his legs pinched together as he moved. At last, he saw the doors he needed, and placed his hand on the one marked with a blue stick-man. Thank God… He’d never been so relieved to see a men’s—
Oh… Fuck, that was right…
Grumbling, he went to the OTHER door, and jiggled its handle. Locked. “You’ve gotta be shitting me…” he muttered. Not like he wanted to use the girls’ anyway… He returned to the FIRST door and tried to open IT up, but it refused to budge as well.
And then it struck River why this situation felt so familiar. It was the last day of eighth grade before Winter break, he’d had too much fruit punch at the party. When the class sat down to watch Rudolph, he was hit with a powerful need to urinate… And then he’d spent the rest of the day flailing around in desperation and yanking on door handles because the school had decided, in all its brilliance, to lock some of the rooms up EARLY for the break. And, of course, they’d decided to pick the ones MOST important to River.
How had that ended…? Right, he’d eventually gotten so pissed off and needy that he’d gone out the back door of the school, dragged himself to the little bit of woods behind it, tore down his pants, crouched, and watered the everliving crap out of a poor, defenseless bush. Nobody had caught him doing it, and when he’d gotten back up he’d flipped off the school building for driving him to it…
So, should he just skip straight to THAT part and avoid all of the mindless running around and pulling on locked doors…? His bladder blazed within him, telling him that that was the PERFECT plan…
***
“River…” Duncan whined, jostling River’s shoulder more sharply. “Come onnnn… I’m bursting!” He was beginning to feel LESS bad about getting River up, and NOT because he was having such an awful emergency. River had begun to fidget around in his sleep, his expression going pinched. It was clear he was having a nightmare and would APPRECIATE being woken up.
Duncan had given up on quelling his squirms, he jiggled his legs and tried his best to reach a hand past River’s head so he could grab at himself. Finally, he shoved River harder and the other’s eyes popped open. Wild and frantic, his pupils darted around the room as his breathing went from completely panicked to only SORT OF panicked.
“River, let me up, I need—“
“I have to go piss!” River interrupted, lurching up onto his feet, before stumbling and stomping them against the floor, hands flung between his legs. Duncan watched as he grabbed himself, watched his expression visibly slacken with relief, his breaths evening out as he squeezed away. “Oh… Thank fuck…” he muttered, confusing Duncan to no end, as it wasn’t like he was at the toilet, peeing yet…
“You need to go, too?” Duncan whimpered out, now grabbing his own dick with both hands. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had a gallon stored inside himself, judging by the overwhelming pain in his bladder.
“Like crazy!” River said. “I’ll— You go in the toilet, I’ll use the sink.”
“We can BOTH use the—“
“It’ll be easier for you to sit this way,” River reasoned. “I’ll just…”
“I’ll— I’ll stand this time, if you’re with me it won’t be as scary to face away from the door.”
The decision made, they both struggled to the restroom, hands clutched between tensed thighs. River was reaching beneath his waistband before they’d passed the doorway, and Duncan let out three more dribbly spurts hobbling up to the toilet.
River aimed himself, a droplet plinking into the bowl, followed by two more as he jumped in place and waited for Duncan to free himself as well. Once Duncan was in the right position, River stopped holding back, releasing a torrent that far outmatched the one he’d doused the bush with in eighth grade.
Duncan’s stream crashed into the bowl beside River’s, ripping a loud moan from his throat as waves of piss were evacuated from his bladder. It felt even better than he’d been imagining, everything in him was loosening, losing all its tension. His shoulders, his back, his poor, poor bladder… His thighs, his knees, his legs—
He started to go a little wobbly… The muscles in charge of holding him upright relaxing SO much that they were forgetting they still had a job to do. He pissed sitting down so often now that he was used to just letting EVERYTHING fall apart when he went, he wavered, trying not to let his legs fall asleep.
River had both hands on his dick, but he let one go when he noticed Duncan wavering. He assumed the guy was just sleepy, so he put a hand on his shoulder to keep him steadier until he was done.
River finished first, and Duncan tapered off a few seconds later, exhaling loudly and stumbling backwards against the wall, grinning. “I…” he panted out. “I… I like cuddling you… But if you’re gonna fall asleep… warn me so I can pee first…”
River laughed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trap you.”
“It’s okay… Hey, were you having a bad dream?”
“Not… Not exactly,” River said. “I had to pee really bad, so I kinda just had a dream about ANOTHER time I had to pee really bad back at school… And I was, like, super confused because my body was… Like it WAS, and I thought I’d just dreamed everything about the last few years, since…”
“Since the Organization sounds like something out of a nightmare?” Duncan guessed.
“That, and because sometimes I think you and Hugo are too good to be true.”
“Aww…” Duncan held him. “MOSTLY me, right?”
“Eheh, yeah… Mostly you.”
Written for the 12 Days of Omo prompt "Christmas Movie"
***
River’s first Christmas with Duncan had gone as well as he could have hoped. Better, even. They may have been stuck inside, just the two of them and Hugo, like always, but it wasn’t like any of them had family to visit. They WERE the family now. So, they celebrated like any family would. The day started with them opening gifts under the tree. River was delighted with all of the new manga volumes Hugo had gotten him, and Duncan was pleased with the dance CDs.
Since River and Duncan couldn’t go out alone to shop for anything, and they were no longer able to use the Internet either, they’d needed to MAKE their gifts for each other. Duncan was clearly the better artist of the two, presenting River with a brilliant portrait of a rose garden. River was in awe at the differing textures and light levels present throughout it, but confused by the way Duncan kept snickering.
“Hm?” River asked. “What…?”
“Did you notice?” Duncan asked.
“Er… Notice what?”
“Look at the centers of the roses…” Duncan said, barely holding back snorts of laughter.
River did. The roses all had the expected layers of petals, circling out around one cluster of… Actually, as he looked more closely, that didn’t really resemble a cluster of petals…
The reason that they didn’t resemble clusters of petals, River now realized, was because they WEREN’T clusters of petals. They were floral phalluses. Duncan had painted a field of roses with penises jetting out in the middle of each flower. It was indeed difficult to notice it at first, but once it WAS spotted, it was impossible to unsee it. It was… Funny, but just… “Why?”
“Because it was funny,” Duncan said, laughing more now.
River shrugged. It was still a lovely painting, had clearly taken ages to complete. And, yes, it WAS amusing. Besides, they weren’t going to have anyone over to visit, so there was no reason that they couldn’t hang— No, no, not ‘hang!’, ‘DISPLAY’— it anywhere.
“What is it?” Hugo asked, leaning forwards for a closer look.
“Pfft, heheheh,” Duncan kept up his raucous laughter, bending forwards on himself. “All the flowers have—“ He broke off very abruptly, his giggling ceased, and he got a look of pure panic on his face.
“Duncan? What’s wr—“
Before River could finish, Duncan was crossing his legs and gasping out “E—Excuse me!” He took off for the restroom, palming his crotch along the way.
Duncan was scrambling for the toilet as soon as he’d gotten past the doorway. His boxers felt clammy and warm, the result of a leak that he seriously hadn’t even felt COMING until it had already spilled out of him. Fuck, fuck… He knew that sneezing made him pee now, but hadn’t realized there were other things that could do it.
He yanked his pants down and sat on the toilet seat, his dribbles bursting into a stream. He panted, but not so much from relief. He was just desperately trying to catch his breath after rushing here at breakneck speed. As he sat there, bladder emptying, he examined the damage done to his pants. A dark spot was visible on the crotch of his boxers, but he didn’t think he needed to change them. It wasn’t any worse than what happened if he didn’t ‘shake off’ well enough after a pee.
It wasn’t the severity of the leak that bothered him, it was just the fact that it had happened at all. He’d learned that he needed to be careful when he sneezed, sometimes instinctively grabbing his crotch when he felt one coming just to try and forestall the inevitable drip. That was probably the hardest he’d laughed since he’d escaped the Organization, though. He’d had no idea that laughing was dangerous for his bladder, too!
God… What had happened to his body when those weights slammed into him? He’d had PERFECT control over his bladder up until then! Sure, he’d had a FEW leaks before it, but those had all been brought on by pretty severe desperation. Now, he was dribbling when he didn’t even think he had to go!
He really hoped that, whatever was going on with his holding muscles now would start to get better soon… He stood from the toilet, flushed it and washed his hands off. He stood there a moment longer, recalling how he’d basically freaked out in the living room and run to the toilet like he was escaping from a fire.
River and Hugo both knew about his sneezing issue, but he didn’t want to let on that there were even MORE problems… So, when Duncan returned to them, he sighed and said “Ahhh, sorry about that. I was excited and forgot to go this morning, then it all kinda just hit me.”
Hugo chuckled, “Micah used to do that every Christmas too,” he said fondly.
Duncan, perplexed by the unfamiliar name, looked at River.
“Micah was Hugo’s son,” River explained, briskly pulling something else out from beneath the tree. “A—Anyway, here’s what I got you!”
Duncan didn’t press further. River’s quick change of subject, and his use of the word ‘was’, were enough to tell him everything he needed to know. Duncan took the gift into his hands and unwrapped it, finding a beaded bracelet containing their initials, a rainbow pattern, and a few heart shaped beads. “Yeah, I can’t draw worth shit,” River said. “And I hope to God that actually fits you, and—“
Duncan slipped it on and hugged River, “It’s so sweet!” He gushed, nuzzling him.
“Eheh,” River laughed, leaning into Duncan’s touches.
They each had things to give to Hugo as well, which he was surprised by. River had used the old Polaroid camera to take a bunch of photos around the cabin. He may not have been great at drawing, but photography was a different story. He was able to capture all the familiar objects in such unique ways that Hugo had to pause a couple times to figure out what he was looking at. Duncan had painted him a field of flowers as well, but when he started to scrutinize it, he was assured that this one didn’t have any hidden dicks.
A few hours after the present opening, Hugo went out to get a pizza for dinner. When River asked for pineapple and anchovies as his toppings, Duncan thought he was joking and started to giggle. But, then he realized River was being serious and laughed even harder, so hard that his bladder ejected another unwanted spurt into his clothes. Just like that morning, he stopped cold, went silent and was barely able to keep his hands off his dick as he ran to the toilet.
He was already tugging down his pants while he was shutting the door, feeling more pee resting precariously at the edge of his sphincters. He slammed himself down onto the toilet seat, and didn’t even need to TELL his bladder to let go. He was peeing the instant he felt the porcelain beneath him. But, he felt little in the way of relief. Was he going to have to fight not to soak his pants EVERY time he thought something was a little funny?
He finished after only fifteen seconds, proving that his bladder HADN’T been full at all. He washed off his hands and met up with River again in the living room. “S—Sorry, I guess I’ve been distracted and didn’t notice how much I had to—“
“Do you pee when you laugh?” River interrupted.
Duncan sucked in his cheeks. “I… I didn’t used to…” he said reluctantly.
“Thought so,” River said, glum. “I’m really sorry… It’s not fair that you have to deal with this now.”
“It’s not,” Duncan agreed. “It sucks.”
“I’ve kinda been noticing you… Like… Grab yourself when you sneeze? Does that help any?”
“Yeah,” Duncan said. “It usually makes it stay in, at least— Unless I already had to go really bad. But, even if I hold myself, I’m going to be having an emergency once the sneezing stops. Like, I have a minute to get to the toilet afterwards, otherwise I think I’ll…”
“Okay,” River said. “At least it makes it a little easier, right? Maybe you should try to hold your crotch when you laugh, too?”
Duncan hated having to discuss this. He shouldn’t have needed to come up with strategies to manage his newly fickle bladder. Before, the only time he had to talk about peeing was when he was desperate to do it and needed directions to a toilet. “I guess…” he said.
Hugo got home with the pizzas. River kept trying to convince Duncan to try the toppings he’d selected, to which Duncan continued to refused. They talked a lot as they ate around the table, and it felt like they really WERE just a regular family enjoying Christmas together. Duncan forgot all about the Organization, about being scared, about how they were inside because they HAD to be, and focused only on how good it felt to spend the day with River and Hugo. Apart from his little urinary mishaps, everything had been perfect.
During the evening, they watched some Christmas DVDs on the couch together. Hugo eventually got tired and headed to bed, but Duncan had been so happy all day that he wasn’t ready for it to end. River decided to stay with him, which overjoyed him even further… Particularly because he’d been hopeful that River would have ANOTHER present for him at some point tonight.
He wasn’t going to push for it or anything… But, they’d been together for so many months now, had slept in each other’s arms, had kissed, cuddled, felt one another up… Duncan thought that the right time should be coming SOON, and tonight would be just the perfect occasion.
He couldn’t let himself get TOO excited, though. He didn’t want to get his hopes up high if, like every other night, they simply kissed each other goodnight, snuggling and talking until they fell asleep. Duncan wanted more, was dying for more… Thoughts of River touching him without the barriers of their clothing in the way were sometimes enough to send Duncan running to the restroom to take care of a DIFFERENT urge.
He THOUGHT River wanted it too… River said all the time that he loved him, and had drooled over the sight of his arms on several occasions. He’d caught River staring at his ass when he came back from a shower with nothing but a towel covering it. When they fondled each other over their clothes, River was always moaning and shuddering, showing how much he was enjoying it.
But, there were other things that made Duncan wonder if maybe River didn’t want it. When they got really hot and heavy, Duncan would ALWAYS get hard as a rock within minutes. But, no matter how much he felt River up, no matter how much he got the man to whimper and mewl, Duncan had never felt River’s cock growing in his pants, and he’d been TRYING to, that confirmation that he was turning River on would be irresistible…
River acted like he enjoyed it. He made all the right sounds and all the right expressions, he told Duncan to keep it up… Yet, his body kept telling a different story, and Duncan was confused.
Once Hugo had gone to bed, Duncan cozied up a lot closer to River, putting his arm around his shoulders and pulling him into his body. River blushed and snuggled against him. They kept watching the movies. River commented that he hadn’t liked Christmas movies that much before, since they were usually so cheesy. “But, it feels different watching them with you…”
Duncan’s chest warmed and he kissed River’s cheek, before trailing more kisses along River’s jawline, down his neck. River wriggled, shivering. “Heheh, mmm… That feels good.”
Encouraged, Duncan carried on, kissing River all over his face and neck, stroking his back and reminding him how much he loved him. Something struck him then; River was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Duncan had never believed he’d get to have a REAL relationship with another man, that the best he’d ever manage were meaningless hook-ups that were over as quickly as they began. But, what he and River had was real. They relied on each other, they needed each other. Duncan loved River’s determination and strength, the way he survived in spite of everything life had thrown at him. River loved Duncan’s sense of humor, his playfulness… Things that were finally starting to come back as Duncan started to feel safer.
River was the best thing that had ever happened to him… But he and River had met during the WORST event of Duncan’s life. How could it be that his most painful and most wonderful experiences had happened simultaneously, intertwined?
As Duncan thought this over, and the movie continued on the TV screen, River eventually ended up laying sideways. His head was resting in Duncan’s lap, his arms wrapped around his body. River’s body heat was so warm that it put Duncan in a new state of ease. He wished that this moment never had to end. He didn’t even care if they ended up not having sex again tonight, because everything that was happening now was just so perfect.
Before long, River had started to snore, fast asleep in Duncan’s lap. He looked adorable that way, eye lashes lightly brushing against his cheeks, breaths coming out slow and even, arms still coiled around Duncan and squeezing rather tautly against his bladder—
Okay… That last one wasn’t so cute. And it definitely wasn’t relaxing. Ugh, why hadn’t Duncan noticed that he had to pee until just NOW? And, why did noticing it have to make the urge so much worse? He’d been fine a moment ago, now he was cursing himself for the glasses of water he’d had with dinner, feeling them stretching out inside his bladder.
Should he wake River up…? No, probably not. Peaceful sleep was so hard for either one of them to come by, Duncan wouldn’t DARE take it away from River if he could help it. Duncan could wait until River woke back up… Just so long as he didn’t sneeze or laugh.
He checked which movie was playing now, wondering if it was one that featured any loud scenes. If it was, then perhaps River would wake up and Duncan wouldn’t have to feel quite so bad about it. But, few Christmas films were all that noisy, and Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer was a fairly quiet one. Hell, many of the songs would make alright lullabies. He didn’t think THIS would wake River up.
Not helping Duncan’s situation was the need to keep himself still. He didn’t want to be the one responsible for waking River up, and since he was coiled around his body, any jiggling or squirming would likely disturb him. His need for the toilet, which was already somewhat severe when he’d noticed it, had grown exponentially in the time since.
Duncan’s lips thinned as he hitched his hips just the slightest bit— Enough to take a little of the pressure away from his sphincters, but not enough to rouse River. His hands fluttered uselessly around his waist, River’s head still nestled in his lap and blocking him from being able to adjust his pants or pinch his urethra closed. His thighs pressed together until he felt them starting to cramp.
He told himself River would probably wake up soon. His position didn’t even look that comfy, so he couldn’t sleep for THAT long.
Half an hour later, with his bladder feeling nearly engorged from the pressure, Duncan was worrying that River was going to keep him pinned here for the rest of the night. As soon as that thought had presented itself, a far more worrying one chased it away; River wouldn’t keep him pinned here all night, because Duncan would wet his pants before morning came. River would DEFINITELY spring awake when his ‘pillow’ suddenly got warm and sopping wet while emitting a loud hissing sound.
A stabbing pulse from his bladder made Duncan jolt slightly in his seat, grinding himself against the cushion as subtly as he could manage. He looked back at the TV, trying to focus on IT instead of his bladder. He did his best to focus on Rudolph encountering the Island of Misfit Toys, only for his midsection to spasm so startlingly that he had to fling his upper body backwards to give his bloated ball of piss some space, hissing through his clenched teeth.
The swollen, tense lump encompassing his lower abdomen COULDN’T find enough room, though. The weight of River’s head in his lap was like placing cinderblocks atop his bladder, and he couldn’t get away from it. It all felt so heavy on his sphincters, muscles weakening beneath the strain. “Hfff…” he exhaled, trying to take in little puffs of air, as if that would calm the rest of his body down.
It didn’t. A small dribble of pee squirted free from his urethra. It wasn’t enough to leave a stain on his pants, but he could feel the wet patch on his boxers already. He ground his teeth together, bit down hard against a groan, and another trickle of heat jetted forth. He bounced lightly, unable to stop himself.
He felt another pulsing throb radiate from within his bladder, and he drummed his fingertips onto the couch’s armrest, for lack of anything more helpful to do. He leaked twice more, feeling the wet patch on his underwear growing ever larger. ‘Just… Just watch the stupid movie…’ he ordered himself. ‘Watch it, and forget about peeing.’
He made another attempt. He’d seen this thing loads of times, and he couldn’t recall any part of it that should make his bladder feel any worse, thankfully. He couldn’t think of any scenes involving water falls, or rivers, or toilets… Except, now he was just THINKING about water falls, rivers and toilets— Especially that LAST thing.
He was thinking about how there was a toilet right down the hall. He was thinking about how he could see the open door from his current position. He was thinking about how it would take him a maximum of ten steps to get there and empty himself. He was thinking about how GOOD that would feel…
God… It would feel amazing… He wanted nothing more than to rip down his pants and collapse onto the bowl, gushing away for all he was worth, his stream echoing with its force. If only the seat he was on right NOW were a toilet, if only River had fallen asleep on him in the bathroom instead, then he could just let it all out and stop feeling so bloated…
His bladder enjoyed his fantasy a little too much, its walls crumbling inwards and squeezing out another leak. This one carried on for several seconds, and he fought hard to clamp it off. He could do nothing to stem his spill apart from tightening up his already tensed thighs and gritting his muscles so hard that they burned. Eventually, it did cease, but he was sure the crotch of his pants looked wet now.
‘Ohhh, please wake up, River…’ Duncan pleaded silently. Maybe he SHOULD just shake him? This was getting really, really bad! River would certainly be more upset if he got woken up because Duncan pissed on him than if he got woken up because Duncan nudged him…
He reached for River, tapped his shoulder. “River…?” He whispered. He wasn’t sure why he was being so gentle, so soft, when he wanted River up and moving NOW. “River… Come on…” he said, poking him again. “I’m practically wetting myself… You have to let me up…”
***
‘I’m practically wetting myself!’ River thought, panic coursing through him. He was immensely confused by several things. First, and most troublingly, he could feel his long pigtails touching his shoulders, could feel a weight in his chest that was both foreign and somehow familiar, and the crotch of his pants was disturbingly empty. Second, he was at school, a place he hadn’t been to in several years. Third, his teacher had just said something about his Mom, as if his Mom was even a part of his life…
But, River didn’t think he had the time, nor the brainpower, to waste on figuring all of this out. His bladder was bloated and hard as a rock, and if he didn’t get to a fucking toilet soon, he wouldn’t NEED to figure out what had happened to his body, because it would be scattered all over the place in tiny, urine-flecked pieces.
He held himself and wriggled in his chair, his heart thumping in his ears as he did so. He was panicking from how bad he had to pee, and also from how his crotch felt beneath his hands. Something EXTREMELY important was missing. He could feel he was wearing short sleeves, and when he turned his head to look, the scar on his arm was gone too…
Christ, what was happening? Had he dreamed everything about the last several years of his life? The part with that Organization HAD been pretty surreal, so maybe…
Was he going to have to do it ALL over again? Come out to his parents, try to reason with them, try to get off the Estrogen… Would they react better than they had in his dream? He didn’t think so… He’d be homeless again, have to find someone to live with, since apparently Hugo was just a dream. Would he find someone as kind as Hugo, someone as willing to help him with his surgeries as Hugo?
Ohhh, God, and what about Duncan?! Duncan wasn’t real, either?! He didn’t have someone who loved him after all? Fuck, of course that had been a dream, Duncan had been too good to be true… Hugo, too… Fuck, fuck, he wanted his old life back, a lot of it had sucked, but it had been HIS—
A gasp fell from River’s lips as his bladder sent two hot spurts of piss into his… Well, he wasn’t going to check, but he was probably wearing panties… He clutched his hands against himself with more fervor when a stream started to slosh out. He crossed his legs beneath his desk, clenching his muscles, eyes welling with tears.
He needed the toilet, he could figure the rest out after he’d gone… What— What was happening now? What did he need to do to get himself to a bathroom? He finally looked up from his lap, gazed around the classroom. He recognized it as his homeroom from eighth grade. Shit… What classes had he been taking in eighth grade? God dammit, if there was a fucking test today he was going to set something on fire… And then not put it out, even though he was full of enough piss to do the job easily.
Okay, okay… It didn’t look like it was a test day. Actually, there were cookies and stuff out on some of the desks, and a TV sitting on a cart at the front of the room. It was a party day, so at least he wouldn’t have to actually go to school while he figured his situation out. And, more importantly, it should be easier to get to a restroom…
Dear fucking GOD he needed a restroom…
The TV was turned on, it started playing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, which meant Christmas was coming up, so he at least knew what month it was… His situation started to feel a LITTLE more familiar now that the movie was on, although he wasn’t sure why.
Nor did he care. He needed an empty bladder NOW. He struggled onto his feet, and it sort of felt almost like he had to REMEMBER how to hold it in with his old parts…? He didn’t bother moving his hands away from his crotch as he hobbled to the teacher’s desk and blurted out his request for the restroom. The teacher took way too damned long to respond, and River crossed his left leg over his right as he waited.
“Go ahead,” she said, waving him off.
River rushed for the door and threw it open, cursing madly under his breath as he tried his best to remember the layout of his high school. Where the fuck were the toilets? Christ! He must have made mad dashes to them at least four times a day when he’d been a teenager, how could he have forgotten their locations?!
He turned around a corner and managed to remember this hallway, and that there would be a restroom if he turned to the left at the end of it. He made an odd, limping walk down the hall, taking care to keep his legs pinched together as he moved. At last, he saw the doors he needed, and placed his hand on the one marked with a blue stick-man. Thank God… He’d never been so relieved to see a men’s—
Oh… Fuck, that was right…
Grumbling, he went to the OTHER door, and jiggled its handle. Locked. “You’ve gotta be shitting me…” he muttered. Not like he wanted to use the girls’ anyway… He returned to the FIRST door and tried to open IT up, but it refused to budge as well.
And then it struck River why this situation felt so familiar. It was the last day of eighth grade before Winter break, he’d had too much fruit punch at the party. When the class sat down to watch Rudolph, he was hit with a powerful need to urinate… And then he’d spent the rest of the day flailing around in desperation and yanking on door handles because the school had decided, in all its brilliance, to lock some of the rooms up EARLY for the break. And, of course, they’d decided to pick the ones MOST important to River.
How had that ended…? Right, he’d eventually gotten so pissed off and needy that he’d gone out the back door of the school, dragged himself to the little bit of woods behind it, tore down his pants, crouched, and watered the everliving crap out of a poor, defenseless bush. Nobody had caught him doing it, and when he’d gotten back up he’d flipped off the school building for driving him to it…
So, should he just skip straight to THAT part and avoid all of the mindless running around and pulling on locked doors…? His bladder blazed within him, telling him that that was the PERFECT plan…
***
“River…” Duncan whined, jostling River’s shoulder more sharply. “Come onnnn… I’m bursting!” He was beginning to feel LESS bad about getting River up, and NOT because he was having such an awful emergency. River had begun to fidget around in his sleep, his expression going pinched. It was clear he was having a nightmare and would APPRECIATE being woken up.
Duncan had given up on quelling his squirms, he jiggled his legs and tried his best to reach a hand past River’s head so he could grab at himself. Finally, he shoved River harder and the other’s eyes popped open. Wild and frantic, his pupils darted around the room as his breathing went from completely panicked to only SORT OF panicked.
“River, let me up, I need—“
“I have to go piss!” River interrupted, lurching up onto his feet, before stumbling and stomping them against the floor, hands flung between his legs. Duncan watched as he grabbed himself, watched his expression visibly slacken with relief, his breaths evening out as he squeezed away. “Oh… Thank fuck…” he muttered, confusing Duncan to no end, as it wasn’t like he was at the toilet, peeing yet…
“You need to go, too?” Duncan whimpered out, now grabbing his own dick with both hands. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had a gallon stored inside himself, judging by the overwhelming pain in his bladder.
“Like crazy!” River said. “I’ll— You go in the toilet, I’ll use the sink.”
“We can BOTH use the—“
“It’ll be easier for you to sit this way,” River reasoned. “I’ll just…”
“I’ll— I’ll stand this time, if you’re with me it won’t be as scary to face away from the door.”
The decision made, they both struggled to the restroom, hands clutched between tensed thighs. River was reaching beneath his waistband before they’d passed the doorway, and Duncan let out three more dribbly spurts hobbling up to the toilet.
River aimed himself, a droplet plinking into the bowl, followed by two more as he jumped in place and waited for Duncan to free himself as well. Once Duncan was in the right position, River stopped holding back, releasing a torrent that far outmatched the one he’d doused the bush with in eighth grade.
Duncan’s stream crashed into the bowl beside River’s, ripping a loud moan from his throat as waves of piss were evacuated from his bladder. It felt even better than he’d been imagining, everything in him was loosening, losing all its tension. His shoulders, his back, his poor, poor bladder… His thighs, his knees, his legs—
He started to go a little wobbly… The muscles in charge of holding him upright relaxing SO much that they were forgetting they still had a job to do. He pissed sitting down so often now that he was used to just letting EVERYTHING fall apart when he went, he wavered, trying not to let his legs fall asleep.
River had both hands on his dick, but he let one go when he noticed Duncan wavering. He assumed the guy was just sleepy, so he put a hand on his shoulder to keep him steadier until he was done.
River finished first, and Duncan tapered off a few seconds later, exhaling loudly and stumbling backwards against the wall, grinning. “I…” he panted out. “I… I like cuddling you… But if you’re gonna fall asleep… warn me so I can pee first…”
River laughed, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trap you.”
“It’s okay… Hey, were you having a bad dream?”
“Not… Not exactly,” River said. “I had to pee really bad, so I kinda just had a dream about ANOTHER time I had to pee really bad back at school… And I was, like, super confused because my body was… Like it WAS, and I thought I’d just dreamed everything about the last few years, since…”
“Since the Organization sounds like something out of a nightmare?” Duncan guessed.
“That, and because sometimes I think you and Hugo are too good to be true.”
“Aww…” Duncan held him. “MOSTLY me, right?”
“Eheh, yeah… Mostly you.” |
Hugo had been thinking about what would be good for River and Duncan’s next trip outside. So far, it seemed they did a little bit better in places that were a little crowded and filled with witnesses, but ALSO quiet and without any sudden noises. It was tricky to find spots like that. The Christmas tree lot had been a good one, too bad it wasn’t open all of the time.
The two main ideas he came up with were taking them to a library, or to a museum. Those locations would definitely be quiet, but he would have to choose a day where he could be reasonably certain a lot of visitors would be present.
He decided to try the history museum out on a Saturday, that seemed to be the best option. River and Duncan both agreed, the museum should be the perfect place for them to spend a couple hours.
The drive to it was long, however. River and Duncan had both relieved themselves before leaving the cabin and, while that was enough to satiate Duncan’s bladder for a good long while, an hour long drive gave River’s time to fill back up pretty considerably. Hugo had been talking to them about all the different exhibits and time periods, asking them about which spots they’d like to see first.
Duncan kept mentioning that he wanted to see old sculptures from the Greeks or the Romans, and River said “The first thing I gotta see is the restroom, actually.”
“River, did you go before we left?” Hugo asked.
“Yes, of course I did,” River said. “But, it’s been, like, an hour. So I kinda need to go again.”
“Okay…” Hugo said, glancing at the clock. It HAD been an hour since they’d left, longer than he’d thought. And that generally WAS plenty of time for River to start feeling a slight urge for relief.
It took Hugo some time to find a spot in the large parking garage across from the museum. He had to go up a few floors before he found a vacant one. This part of town had so many things to do, it was usually crowded on the weekends. River got more uncomfortable the longer they drove around in circles and was very pleased when the car finally stopped. Now that he’d voiced his need for the toilet, he couldn’t stop thinking about peeing, making himself more eager for it.
Leaving the parking garage gave River and Duncan the creeps. Even with the sun out, it was pretty dark. The corners were filled with shadows, hard to tell if anything was lurking in them. If it weren’t for all the other people walking around, they would have been beyond terrified.
When they got to the museum, Hugo paid for the tickets and led River and Duncan inside. “Okay, so we can go to the—“
“Still gotta pee,” River interrupted. His voice was calm, not betraying any urgency. He didn’t FEEL urgent, just uncomfortable enough to want to let his piss out before he got busy with anything else.
“Right, right,” Hugo said. “Toilets first.” He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “And, we’ll both go in with you, okay?”
River nodded. He’d been hoping that they would. He also hoped the men’s room would have at least a few OTHER people in it. So long as the restroom was bustling, and he could hear sinks running, toilets flushing, streams trickling… So long as activity was taking place and he wasn’t alone in dead-quiet, trying to relax and pee, he knew that he’d be able to go.
But, then they got TO the restrooms, and River didn’t think he’d be able to go after all.
The men’s room had a sign tacked to it; Out of Order.
Frowning, River tried the door anyway, and discovered it was locked. His bladder throbbed, angry at having its relief taken away. Knowing there were toilets behind that door made him want to use one that much more.
Hugo watched him struggle with the door, worrying that his need was a lot worse than he was letting on. He looked at River’s feet, anxiously twitching on the floor. Then, he turned to the door for the women’s room. He heard a toilet flush inside of it, saw River flinch at the noise, and when a woman exited a moment later, Hugo rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… If the guys’ is closed…” he said. “I’ve used the ladies’ a few times, actually. And, I mean, it’s been fine… Everyone gets that it’s just… What happens if the other one isn’t working.”
Duncan looked at River, concerned. HE had used the women’s room once before, he’d been at a bar that mostly catered to gay guys. Naturally, the line for the men’s was enormous while no one at all was waiting for the women’s. Duncan had been bursting, taken one look at the line, and just KNEW that he’d wet his pants waiting in it. So, he’d gone into the women’s, taken a stall, peed, and no one had cared. Granted, a gay bar was probably one of the last places on Earth where someone WOULD care, but still…
He had reason to believe that this was more complicated for River. During a few of their late-night talks as they’d fallen asleep, River had mentioned that it used to be really common for him to have ‘issues’ using public bathrooms… He hadn’t ever elaborated on what those ‘issues’ were, but Duncan could certainly GUESS.
“So,” Hugo said. “If you… I mean, we’ll still go in WITH you if you need us to. And I can even check first if there’s anybody in there…”
River looked at the women’s room door, too. There were toilets in there, and the ONLY difference was the sign, and the lack of urinals affixed to the wall… He got spooked if he shut the door to a stall, so he could just leave it open while he used it…
But, there were all those… THINGS that had happened when he’d been homeless.
Back then, River was never sure which bathroom to use. No one could tell what he was, he caught people staring at him often enough, caught them trying to figure him out. He’d been off his Estrogen for so long that he had a fuzzy face, his shoulders were broad, and when he spoke what came out was a decidedly unfeminine voice. He’d cut his hair short, and he dressed like a guy.
But, then he had the breasts. His parents had forced the Estrogen and T-blockers into him for long enough that he’d developed fairly large breasts that couldn’t be hidden beneath just a shirt. He’d seen it several times, people would look from his face, down to his chest, and then back and forth over and over. Usually, what would cross their expression then would be disgust.
Public restrooms were River’s only option when he wanted to use a toilet, since he didn’t have a home to return to. Sometimes, he’d be lucky and find a gender-neutral one, but those were rare. So, most of the time he’d have to pick a door and hope for the best. And he really had to hope, because most places he was able to go weren’t safe.
No matter which restroom he chose, there was usually a problem. Women shouting at him and demanding to know what he thought he was doing, men calling him a faggot and threatening to beat him up. A couple times, he actually WAS beaten, and then the worst part was needing to pay to take his clothes to the laundromat after the assault had caused him to soil himself.
Once he’d had security called on him, and was forced to explain his condition at great length to a bunch of strangers while crossing his legs and trying not to wet his pants. After that was finally over, the security guard informed him that the appropriate restroom for him to use was ‘neither one’. When the guard had walked off, he overheard the man talking into his radio. ‘Yeah, I got the bathroom thing sorted out, I told it to leave.’
It.
And then, the woman who’d reported him told him that he could go pee outside ‘like the other animals.’
The worst part was, after a while, River stopped getting all that upset when these things happened. He’d come to expect them. He’d come to see himself as an animal, just like that woman had said. A mangy, disgusting stray dog that was too loathsome and broken to ever be loved. The kind of dog that rotted in the back of the pound for months until it was finally put to sleep to make room for more deserving creatures. River wasn’t a human, he’d been disqualified from the species, he even BEHAVED like a mutant dog sometimes.
He ate out of dumpsters, drank out of puddles, consumed things that a regular dog wouldn’t even touch. When he had actual food, he devoured it and glanced with paranoia at all who came close, fearing that they’d steal it from him if he didn’t swallow every last morsel as fast as he could. He saw everyone who came close as a threat, but he allowed himself to be used by them if it meant the possibility of food. He got into fights, and he even growled at people.
He wasn’t a human. He was a creature that had crawled up from the depths beneath the Earth, and even his own parents hadn’t been able to figure out a reason to love him.
For a while after the ‘like the other animals’ incident, River did just exclusively relieve his bladder outside. It was scary to unclothe himself in dark alleys, it was scary to crouch and be so vulnerable until he was through peeing. But, he’d learned his lesson; Toilets were for humans, and he didn’t count as one of those.
One night, after a group of teens had decided it would be hilarious to break a bottle on River’s arm while he slept, he had to use his planned food money to buy things to clean the wound. He got peroxide and some medical bandages and tape. When he felt how tight the bandages were, he had another idea. He wrapped them around his chest as firmly as they’d go, and fixed them in place with the tape. When he put his shirt back on, he was mostly flat.
And the next day when he had to pee, he tried to use an actual bathroom. When he went into the men’s room, no one gave him trouble. No one ever did again. The bandages hurt like Hell. If he turned in the wrong direction, inhaled too deeply, or moved too fast, it would feel like he was being crushed. But, he didn’t dare take them off. They were there to stay. People thought he was a human if he had them on.
He couldn’t use the women’s bathroom now, no matter how badly he had to go. Security could be called again. And, even if now the only thing he’d have to explain was “It’s an emergency, the guys’ is out of order and I just need to pee,” he never wanted to talk to security over using the restroom again. He never wanted to be called an animal again, to hear people referring to him as an ‘it’. Maybe the last two things wouldn’t happen this time, but that wasn’t enough for him to risk it.
He would hold it.
He shook his head. “No,” he told Hugo. “I’ll just wait until we’re back home. I don’t even need to go that much.” He wasn’t even lying really. His urge was a constant low thrum, always there and drawing his attention. It wasn’t urgent, though.
He just knew that, when he needed to pee, it tended to BECOME urgent rather quickly…
He would be okay, though. He was sure of it.
The first half hour of the trip went well, River and Duncan both felt very comfortable with their surroundings. There were lots of people, but they were all quiet. No sudden bangs or squeals made either of them jump. It was nice.
After about an hour though, River was a little LESS comfortable. His bladder was becoming less of an annoyance and more of an actual problem. He was now trying his best to distract himself with all the sights of the museum. They were currently in an area that was focused on American pioneers, looking at a display that showed items which would have been in their cabins.
Some of it reminded River of his OWN cabin, the appliances and things were just a lot more modern where he lived. And the pioneers didn’t own any DVD players or mangas.
He glanced around the exhibit. The giant cooking stove was sort of interesting, because he hadn’t known people used them to warm up their houses before heating systems existed. Yep. Definitely not thinking about peeing. The spinning wheel was kind of cool. Nope. River was not gonna think about peeing. Oh, the pattern of the quilt on the bed was nice, and River was not imagining himself in front of a toilet at all. Those pillows sure looked fluffy, and River didn’t even want a urinal THAT much. He was fine, he was fine. He was perfectly fine, and he wasn’t thinking about peeing. In fact, he was doing such a good job distracting himself that he had forgotten what peeing even was! It was like his bladder didn’t exist anymore!
He spotted a white bowl with a tiny handle on its side. It looked like a giant coffee mug. It was set right next to the bed. River knew what it was, and he knew what it was for. He knew he shouldn’t look at it. He knew he shouldn’t linger on it. He knew he shouldn’t imagine himself as a young farm worker during the times of the pioneers, waking up far too early, and far too full of pee. He knew he shouldn’t imagine himself then pulling that little bowl thing out from beneath his bed, lifting up his night-shift and relaxing as liquid poured from his tip and into the receptacle. He knew he shouldn’t imagine putting the bowl back underneath the bed, nuzzling beneath the warm quilt and falling back asleep, nice and comfy again.
He imagined it all anyway.
He even imagined just climbing over the rope, into the exhibit, picking up that pot and using it for what was probably the first time since, like, the 1800s. That was what it was FOR after all, wasn’t it? He may not be able to bash down the locked door of the men’s room and use a regular, modern urinal, but he could EASILY climb over a rope and use the old chamber pot!
Hugo had told him the museum had security cameras, though. That had been comforting at the time, but now that he was fantasizing about doing something that he didn’t want filmed, he didn’t think he liked the cameras anymore.
Besides that, there were lots of other people milling around the museum, plenty of people to watch as River did something that was both disgusting and wrong. He would DEFINITELY have security called on him if he pissed in the pot, and THIS time it would be completely justified.
He shook his head, the whole idea had been absurd. He had to forget the pot was there, had to forget that anything existed within his vicinity which he could, theoretically, relieve himself into. He glanced at the little note cards set in front of the exhibit. He tried his best to ignore the one for the pot, but to his dismay, it was the only one his eyes were willing to scan over.
‘CHAMBER POT
‘Chamber’ was a term which meant ‘bedroom’. Chamber pots were small, portable toilets meant to be used during the night. They were typically kept beneath a person’s bed, and were in common use in many parts of the world prior to indoor plumbing.
Chamber pots have existed since at least the 6th century BC and were common until the mid 1900s.
In those days, people may have found it quite convenient to be able to relieve their bladders in the comfort of their bed, if you were to try that now, you’d have to change your sheets!’
River really wished they hadn’t put that LAST sentence in there, it was making him REALLY have to clench up his thighs!
Duncan had kept hold of River’s hand this whole time, and furrowed his brow as River started to waver. “Mmmf… Wr—Wrong?” He managed.
River shook his head. “Noth—Nothing’s wrong. Just shouldn’t have been looking at the chamber pot is all, it’s giving me funny ideas.”
Duncan nodded. “Go?”
It took River a second to figure out what exactly Duncan meant from just that one word. It had quite a few DIFFERENT meanings to River in that moment. “Not THAT bad,” he said.
“Mmnn… Leave?”
Oh. He’d meant that sort of ‘go’. River shook his head. “I’ll be alright. Just gotta stop looking at the pot is all.”
Hugo heard them whispering, delighted that Duncan must have said at least ONE word for River to respond to him. “What are you talking about?”
River forced a smile. “Nothing. Just ready to move on.”
They continued through the museum. They passed a replica of an old outhouse. It looked a lot like the one that existed in the woods near their cabin. The memory of how he’d basically drowned the urinal inside that thing weighed heavily on River’s bladder. Again. He wanted to feel that way again. River was sure that if he pushed open the door on that one though, there wouldn’t even be anything inside. His bladder throbbed and urged him to at least go CHECK.
He started to really wish that the museum hadn’t included things about how people in the past relieved themselves. Especially if they were going to lock up the one place River could relieve himself right here and now in the present. There WERE lots of things in all the exhibit rooms that WEREN’T related to urination, but try as he might, all River could focus on were the chamber pots resting in the bedroom displays, the urine bottles located in some of the others… When they got to a room which talked about Rome, instead of looking at any of the old statues and columns, he couldn’t take his eyes away from an illustration on the wall.
It was just one image in a sea of many, and it showed a big open room with long rows flanking each side. The rows all had a series of circular holes cut out of them, and the illustration showed two men sitting over a couple of the holes.
Of course River, again, knew what the image was showing and he knew better than to look at it or think about it. Of course River, again, couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t stop himself from reading the text placed beside the image, either. Stuff about how, in ancient Rome, relieving oneself openly and surrounded by people was seen as totally normal. All the seats faced inwards, turning the bathroom into a social environment. The toga allowed a person to move up the cloth and still stay covered while using the toilet, which allowed for some privacy. This meant that men urinated while seated. There was some stuff after that about how other things were handled before the invention of toilet paper, which River managed NOT to read.
The issue was, he’d only stopped reading because he was deep in a fantasy again. One in which he was suddenly zapped by some sort of big laser and sent through time, back to ancient Rome, appearing suddenly right in front of one of these restrooms. He imagined being confused, but so overwhelmed by the relief of having a place to pee that he decided not to worry about the time-travel thing until after his bladder was empty.
Assuming he stayed in the same clothes he had on now, rather than a toga, he wouldn’t be able to stay covered while he sat on the toilet. So, he’d stand up to go like he always did, gushing a stream into one of the holes. Anyone else in there would be surprised by his presence, by how different he looked from them, by how different his clothing was, by how differently he peed… But none of that would matter, because River’s bladder would be shrinking away and he’d be feeling so much better, and he just wouldn’t have to hold another drop—
Drip…
Speaking of drops, he felt one warmly soak into the front of his boxers, and his daydream collapsed in on itself as he gave a few urgent hops to try and calm his bladder back down. There wasn’t really a hole carved into a stone block right in front of him. His pants weren’t really unzipped. He wasn’t really allowed to go.
He had to hold it.
So, River did.
He was, in a way, a little proud of himself. The amount of people around him, and the quietness of the space, was making him feel safe. He felt more relaxed than he had during any of his previous outings. Really, if it weren’t for his bladder aching so much, he thought he’d be perfectly fine.
Duncan was even talking a bit. Just, single words at a time. But still!
River started to jiggle his leg where he stood. His urge to go was worsening, he felt a sharp sensation at the base of his dick. It really WAS about time for him to start really thinking about where he’d go for his next piss. Thinking REALISTICALLY about where he’d go for his next piss, anyway. Flooding museum artifacts and hoping for a time-travel beam to hit him wasn’t at all realistic.
THAT men’s room may have been out of order, but maybe there was another one. There probably would be, right? On the second floor? River could hold it until they got up there, even if he WAS feeling uncomfortable now. The waistband of his pants was feeling tighter than it had that morning, and the area between his thighs was getting a little sweaty.
Duncan had finished reading all of the text on the wall— Though he wished he HADN’T read the paragraph about the Roman’s version of ‘toilet paper’. He turned to River, who seemed to be done as well, so he started to walk him off to look at the statues more closely.
Duncan liked the statues a lot. Since he enjoyed art, it was fun to see works that had stood the test of time like this. It was so cool that the statues had been carved hundreds and hundreds of years ago, but hadn’t gotten broken too badly or just crumbled to bits yet. Also—
Well. Yeah. Okay. So, MAYBE the main reason Duncan liked them so much was, honestly, just because a lot of them were of hot, naked guys. But, so what? Someone a really, really long time ago, had decided that those dicks were all important enough to carve them out of marble and immortalize them forever. Why SHOULDN’T Duncan appreciate them?
River could see that, with every statue they passed, Duncan would give a cursory glance to most areas, and then fixate on the chests and crotches for a bit before moving onto the next one.
‘Oh, Duncan, you’re such a perv, you know that?’ River thought fondly. He actually liked that about his partner. He liked how Duncan didn’t often try to HIDE when he felt turned on. He liked how it compelled him to make comments to River about his body. GOOD comments— Telling him he was sexy, drooling over him, statements like “Well, YEAH, of course I’m gonna get hard if you come in here without a shirt! You’re ridiculously hot!” And, knowing that Duncan MEANT all of it, that he truly DID love River’s body.
That was something River had never experienced before. His whole life, his body had been something disgusting, defective, and wrong. It had been something he was supposed to be ashamed of. Before Duncan, the closest he’d come to having someone be attracted to him had been ‘clients’ talking to him about how ‘fascinating’ it was to be with… With a…
River didn’t like to remember the word they all used for him.
They’d never been attracted to him, really. They’d just thought his condition was interesting. Something to check off a sexual bucket list.
Duncan wasn’t like that, he really did love River, he really was attracted to him. And River loved and felt attracted to Duncan. He really wanted to start ACTING on that attraction more soon, and he hoped he could. He thought he’d maybe come close to saying “Let’s get our clothes out of the way, I want more!” a couple times now, but he kept holding it back. He didn’t want this to be the case, and he couldn’t even understand why it WAS, but River was scared to get physical with Duncan. He couldn’t understand how he could WANT Duncan’s touch so badly, yet be afraid of it at the same time.
He was grateful Duncan hadn’t tried to PUSH him into going further yet, though he knew his boyfriend wanted more intimacy just as badly as he did…
River was drawn out of his thoughts by a more urgent tingle in his bladder. Instinctively, all of his muscles tensed up, including the ones in the hand joined with Duncan’s.
Duncan flinched at being squeezed so firmly. “Mmmf…”
“S—Sorry,” River said, shifting his weight around as the spasm passed over him. “You like these statues?”
Duncan nodded.
He wasn’t talking again…
“I bet I can guess which parts you like best…” River said.
Duncan smiled, a small laugh leaving his mouth. He could admit that his staring had been pretty obvious. And he’d noticed River had been looking at the crotches as well.
River HAD been glancing, but for a different reason. His need for the restroom was starting to overwhelm his mind again, so he kept imagine the figures the statues depicted sitting on those stone toilets, peeing away. He hadn’t thought about it before, but those old bathrooms in ancient Rome were probably awfully loud, right? A big circle of people all gushing out their streams at the same time, not even any doors to muffle the sounds?
River pictured himself in Rome. He’d been very, very busy all day. He’d spent hours being forced to stand perfectly still, posing as Duncan carved a statue of him. The statue had come out beautifully, but having to stay still for so long had taken its toll. River was as desperate as could be! He had to hurry along a very far distance, carrying his bursting bladder so painfully in his center. But, then he finally found a bathroom. His body got loose as he dashed into it, but with dismay, he saw that EVERY toilet already had someone sitting on it. All of the other men were releasing long, loud waterfalls of urine, making the room sound like an aqueduct. Since there wasn’t any privacy, River could see the relief present on all of their faces, and all he could do was stand there in the middle of it, squirming and stomping his feet as he begged for someone to finish and let him have a turn! But, they just kept going, for minutes upon minutes, as River’s pain worsened, and he started to—
River snapped out of the daydream at the same time his legs snapped together. “Ooof…”
Hugo, who’d been looking at the statues on the other side of the room, heard River’s wince and came to his side. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” River said. “I keep… Getting a little distracted.”
“By needing to pee?” Hugo guessed.
River said nothing.
“We can go,” Hugo said. “If it’s getting bad for you, you don’t need to keep waiting.”
River nibbled on his lip. He didn’t WANT to cut the trip short, so far this was the calmest he’d felt outside of the cabin! But, he really WAS starting to get desperate. The ache in his bladder was becoming a much more solid pain. “There might be another restroom upstairs,” he reasoned. “Let’s just check before we leave.”
“Okay,” Hugo said.
River, who was NOT looking forward to having to climb up the stairs, followed Hugo towards them. Hugo easily ascended them, and River tried his best to do the same, but lifting his foot and placing it onto the FIRST step sent a ripple through his bladder, made him cringe and adjust his fly uncomfortably. His hand gripped tighter around Duncan’s.
Duncan flinched, but squeezed back. He took the first step as well, then coaxed River along up the rest of the staircase. River winced, shuddered and gasped the entire time. His legs didn’t want to move that way! It kept making the muscles around his bladder strain! He felt the liquid slosh and bubble within him, felt like his piss was frothing and burning the walls of his bladder. Oooh, he needed to go! Simply going up the stairs had sent his need from ‘bad, but manageable’ to ‘urgent and painful!’
He was hoping that the restrooms would be right NEAR the staircase, but they weren’t. Hugo glanced around, then pointed in a random direction and said “Let’s check this way first.”
Trying to stay optimistic, trying to believe that there WOULD be a toilet for him very soon, River walked beside him. He kept squeezing Duncan, his nails digging into his boyfriend’s skin.
“Mnnnn…” Duncan winced. “River…”
River looked down, realized he was scratching Duncan, and tried to loosen up. He was just so tense, though! The need thundering through his bladder made ALL of his muscles want to pull taut to keep anything from leaking out! “S—Sorry, just… Gotta go.”
Duncan nodded. ‘I’m sure you can make it…’ he thought.
They passed through a few more rooms, many of them having objects or images that made River think about peeing. There was one room that featured uniforms from some place that existed a really long time ago in another country. The uniforms were cool, but then there was a glass box full of items the soldiers had used, including an object labeled as a ‘urinal bottle’, for use when one of the soldiers was bedridden with an injury or severe illness.
Against his will, River was imagining himself as a soldier in one of those uniforms. He was supposed to guard something, but his leg had gotten broken, so he had to stay in bed until he healed. He had to go pee very, very badly, and the urinal bottle was on the other side of the room where he couldn’t reach it. The belts on those uniforms all looked thick and tight, so River imagined the strap straining hard against his full bladder as he tried so hard to hold it in. He could actually feel it, he could feel his bladder being dug into, being cut open, the belt trying to slice him apart and send his urine spraying.
When he managed to rip himself out of that daydream, they had gotten to a different room, and River was feeling sort of bad for those soldiers. They had probably ended up having to do lots of stuff that offered no time for piss breaks, right? And if those belts felt as awful on a full bladder as River THOUGHT they did…
He suddenly wondered if any of those soldiers had ever had an accident. And not like an ‘I almost got shot! I got so scared that I pissed my pants’ sort of accident, either. More of an ‘Ahhhh! I haven’t peed in so long, I can’t wait anymore, it’s coming out!’ kind.
They passed through a few more rooms, but nowhere did River see a sign designated what he needed. He did, unfortunately, see a few more references to historical toilets, but not a single one that he was allowed to use.
The only men’s room was on the first floor.
The only men’s room was out of order.
River’s bladder cramped up hard at the realization that he was inside a building that had LOTS of toilets, but had no place for him to get relief. It made him sort of panic, and he tugged the waistband of his pants away from his full bladder, uncomfortably fidgeting in place, hopping where he stood.
“Starting to become an emergency?” Hugo asked.
“Y—Yes!” River said. “I can make it home, but only if we leave now, okay?”
“No problem, you’ll be alright…” Hugo assured him. They went back towards the staircase but, recalling how much River had struggled with it, he turned down the corridor for the elevators instead. “This should be a little easier for you,” he said, hitting the button.
The doors dinged open and River scrambled inside. His hands went between his legs as they closed. Now that he, Hugo and Duncan were alone, he saw no reason not to hold himself. Except, now he was inside a very small, narrow space, with the door shut. No way out…
But, they were STILL the only people here! No one could appear to harm him in here! It was safe, but he was just… Locked in. He was in a place that he couldn’t easily leave right away. The series of locked doors he’d been imprisoned behind by the Organization rushed back to him, and he really, REALLY wanted out…
Duncan huddled closer to him, and River could tell he was feeling the same way. River’s heart pounded as he felt the elevator descend. Dread flooded into him alongside the awful memories of being locked away. Trapped. Stuck. What if the elevator got jammed, and then he really WAS stuck? Stuck like THIS, filled with urine, nowhere to let it out?
If… If this fucking thing got stuck, that would be it. If it remained stuck for very long— If it passed the half hour mark— Then River was going to say ‘fuck it, any reasonable person would understand, at most we’ll just have to pay for the cleaning supplies’. And then he was going to unzip and make a puddle on the floor. The floor was tiled, so it wouldn’t even be that much work to mop it.
If the elevator got stuck for a long time, that was the only reasonable course of action to take. The only other option would be to wet both the floor AND himself, either way there would be a puddle. At least one choice let him escape with dry clothes.
He needn’t have pondered that, however, because the elevator reached the first floor without a problem, the doors slid right open, and River limped his way out on twisted, crossed legs. He was almost a little disappointed that his whole ‘Desperately piss on the elevator’s floor, because it’s stuck and I can’t wait’ scenario hadn’t come to pass. Now he was gonna have to hold it in all the way home. Upstairs, he’d been confident that he could do that if they left right away.
Now, he was doubting it. His hands were still buried between his legs, even with the privacy granted by the elevator gone. He just couldn’t move them! And he was bent forwards a bit, his legs knotting together. He HOPED he could get home in time, but he was less certain that he would!
Duncan wrapped his hand around River’s arm, seeing that both of his boyfriend’s hands were otherwise occupied now. Hugo came to his side as well, looking at his desperate, tangled body. “Okay… There’s a gift shop in the lobby. What I’m gonna do, is I’m gonna ask someone in there if you can please use the staff’s restroom. I’m sure they’ve got one…”
“Th—That’s fine with me,” River said.
Walking to the gift shop wasn’t easy for River, the steps caused his first really bad leak to spurt out of him, but he managed to cut it off with a few hard squeezes to his dick. Inside the gift shop, it was more crowded than most other parts of the museum. It was for that reason that River didn’t feel too frightened when Hugo went off to speak to an employee, telling him and Duncan to wait by the doorway.
They did, River shuffling between his feet and jiggling up and down. He glanced at the shelves in front of him, trying to find something that would distract him. There were lots of books and postcards, but it was the middle shelf that actually got his attention.
The shelf held ceramic chamber pots, like the one in the exhibit. Obviously, meant as some sort of a gag gift, but there wasn’t any reason River couldn’t use one for its original purpose. The contents of his bladder swished and rushed hard up against his sphincters. He wanted to unzip RIGHT where he was, crouch down and flood the receptacle. But, he shuddered at that idea. There were so many people milling around, they’d see him go so crazy from his need that he assuaged it in the middle of a crowded gift shop. River wasn’t yet so far gone that he wasn’t too embarrassed to do that.
Besides, he knew that… ‘using’ one of the items here without paying for it first would get him into a lot of trouble. They needed to buy the pot first, then go back to the car where River could have some privacy to fill it up in.
River snatched one of the pots off of the shelf with the hand that wasn’t being squished between his legs. He flinched at the feeling of its material against his skin. Even though he’d been born WELL after chamber pots were commonplace, and had thus never used one, his bladder seemed to just KNOW what it was for, and gave a sharp lurch.
Duncan smiled at River, the corners of his lips tugging. River grew hopeful that he was about to REALLY speak, say more than just a single word. Say something like “Oh, yeah! That’s a good idea if they don’t let you use the toilet!” But, he didn’t. He didn’t say a word. Though, he DID manage to make a sound; He snorted, and then gave a quick snickering laugh. He put a hand up to cover his mouth, and was obviously trying his hardest to stifle it— Whether to spare River’s feelings or to prevent a laughter-induced leak of his own, River wasn’t sure.
“Ah— Well… J—Just in case,” River said. “S—So that I’ve got SOMETHING, you know?”
Duncan nodded, still fighting down his giggles.
Hugo returned, shaking his head. “They said ‘staff only’, I’m sorr—“
“That’s fine, look!” River interrupted.
Hugo glanced down at the item in River’s trembling hand, and the agony that still flared in his eyes. “… Oh,” he said. “You want me to buy that for you?”
“Yes, I need it!” River nodded frantically. He wanted it. Nothing else in this whole store could ever be as important as this one thing was! “Can I get it?” River asked. “A—And, just keep in mind, if you say no, I probably WILL pee the car seats.” He didn’t mean it as a threat, just as a warning. River did not want to piss all over Hugo’s car seats, but if he didn’t do it somewhere else before they headed towards home, that would definitely be what happened.
“Of course you can get it,” Hugo said. “Just— Don’t… ‘do anything’ with it until it’s paid for and we’re back at the car, alright?”
River blushed hard. He was desperate, yes. He felt piss flooding into his bone marrow for God’s sake! But, he STILL wasn’t to the point where he could completely forget where he was and gush out his stream in front of an audience of horrified strangers.
They got in line to check out, River shuffling and bobbing in place. He swayed from foot to foot, the hand crammed against his crotch turning white as his grip grew tighter and tighter. His face continued to glow red. He was, indeed, still VERY aware of his surroundings. He knew he was doing one Hell of a piss dance, and that anyone who spotted him would be able to tell he was bursting. He was also… Holding the chamber pot in his other hand still.
He was jumping out of his skin with urgency, gripping a chamber pot, on a day where the only men’s room in the building had a huge out-of-order sign tacked to it. Not only could people tell he was bursting, they could probably ALSO tell what he intended to do to remedy his problem. That, to him, was somehow even more embarrassing than them knowing he had to go at all!
He handed the chamber pot to Duncan instead, and let his other hand fall down to his crotch. Immediately, the extra pressure blocking off his exit made him feel world’s better.
Duncan held onto the pot for him. ‘Guess he needed both hands down there…’ he decided. Duncan wished he hadn’t laughed like that. He hadn’t meant to! He felt really awful for River, poor guy was covered his sweat and shaking from head to toe. He was in so much pain that it made Duncan’s chest hurt.
But then, when he’d seen River holding the pot with those needy, watery eyes, he’d immediately pictured his boyfriend USING it. And, for some reason, the image that popped unbidden into his mind’s eye was just so… cute. So cute that he’d laughed. And now he felt terrible about it.
The line moved slowly, and that was excruciating for River. He thought, maybe, that he’d be able to handle being in line a little better if there was a toilet at the end of it. If he could count the heads in front of him and think ‘I only gotta wait through six more people, and I’ll finally piss,’ then he’d feel at least a LITTLE more relaxed about it. He’d know he’d just have to stand here, squirm, shuffle forwards every time the line moved, and then it would suddenly be his turn, and he’d be allowed to unzip and stand there in bliss.
But, no. There wasn’t a toilet at the end of the line. The only toilet available to River right now was in Duncan’s hands, and he wasn’t allowed to use it yet. Instead of making the most minimal movements he could manage, he’d have to struggle his way to the front of the line, wait while the pot was rung up, leave the gift shop, go back through the parking lot, reach their car, get into the car, unzip, position the pot…
As he mentally counted off all of the things he was going to have to endure before he was allowed even a second of relief, his middle started to feel heavier than ever. His bladder was weighing him down. He felt like the gravity had increased, just trying to stand up all of the way was causing him pain.
Duncan kept glancing over at River’s distress. The more panicked River appeared, the worse Duncan felt about laughing. He nudged closer to River, using the hand not holding the pot to grip his boyfriend’s arm. He rubbed his thumb along his skin in a way he hoped felt soothing.
Ten minutes of agonized waiting later, they’d gotten to the front of the line. Duncan placed the chamber pot on the counter, trying to ignore the way River doubled over on himself when he heard it clink. Hugo started to take out his wallet.
River, meanwhile, did his best to gain back a little composure. He let go of his dick, prompting a new dribble of pee into his boxers. He unwound his legs, which made the dribble increase to a spurt. He made himself stop bouncing, and then he was leaking in earnest.
The cashier, of course, could see what they were buying. She could see it was the ONLY thing they were buying. And, as an employee, she would know that the men’s room was closed. If River allowed himself to look even the TINIEST bit like he needed a piss, she would instantly KNOW what he was about to do.
What he was about to… Ohhhh, but he wanted to be doing it NOW, he had to do it so bad! His ears were actually ringing from the all the silent screaming his bladder was doing! He was bouncing on his heels again, managing to slow his leakage a little, but he was just so embarrassed and he needed to GO, and he had to do something to keep it in, and—
River leaned himself against Duncan, hugging onto him, pressing their bodies together. Most importantly, he was digging his crotch into Duncan’s side, wriggling urgently against him. It was helping, it was helping… Duncan made a fine dam between River’s ocean and his pants. Duncan worked as well as River’s hands did…
Duncan’s eyes widened at the unexpected contact, and when River started to thrust subtly against his side like that, a fire ignited in Duncan’s belly. Duncan rubbed River’s back, making it seem a little more like they were just sharing a hug. He knew what River was doing, he knew River was trying to take the edge off his need, but… Did River REALLY know what he was doing? Did he have ANY idea what he was doing to Duncan?
Because… God damn… Duncan’s arousal had just gone from zero to three hundred in the blink of an eye. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for River to rub against him like this in earnest, when they were in bed at home, with no fabric barriers separating them from each other. What he wouldn’t give for this needy, desperate grinding to be needy and desperate in a completely different way. He wanted to kiss River now, but he settled for continuing to hug him, nuzzling.
“Oh, your friends make a really cute couple,” River heard the cashier say. THAT was sort of embarrassing too, but at least it didn’t sound like she could tell he was trying not to wet his pants.
“Y—Yeah…” He heard Hugo say. “Ah— We don’t need a bag for it, it’s just one thing.”
After another moment, Hugo was telling River and Duncan that they could leave now. River released a relieved breath and parted from Duncan to follow after him, palming his crotch and trying not to trip as his knees continually rubbed together.
Now that River wasn’t glued to him anymore, Duncan had a bit of a problem too. He wasn’t sure when it had happened exactly, but his cock had gotten VERY stiff. He put his hands in front of himself as he walked to shield it— Which made it look like he TOO was fighting off an accident.
River noticed Duncan holding himself and whispered, “You can use it too if you gotta, don’t worry.”
When Duncan found himself unable to speak that time, it had far more to do with feeling embarrassed than it did with feeling scared. Duncan knew that he couldn’t have HELPED getting hard, even though he was in public. What the Hell else was his dick supposed to do when he had an incredibly hot man grinding on him?! Besides, it had been so long since Duncan had last really gotten to… ‘release some tension’. At this point, he’d probably get erect if the wind blew too strongly.
They went towards the parking lot, River fighting against his body, letting out pained mewling noises, and squeezing himself so hard his hands were getting numb. He began to breathe very heavily when they got to the garage, huffing harshly, whimpering. “Ah— Ooooh….”
Duncan’s erection refused to fade. Simply hearing River make noise— ANY noise, any reminder that he was THERE— was driving Duncan nuts. ‘He’s making those noises because he’s about to have an accident,’ Duncan reminded himself. ‘He needs help.’ Duncan stayed close to River, even closer than they usually did when they went out. Being so close made Duncan’s skin burn with electric tingles though. Dear fuck… He wanted River so bad… He didn’t feel like he could get close enough to him.
Duncan was going to have to jerk off when they got home. Not just edge— The occasional touches he did to get his cock too hard to piss were the ONLY things he’d done to himself in so long, and it wasn’t cutting it anymore. He had to get off, he had to cum. He hadn’t been able to do it in the bathroom at the cabin yet. He didn’t like ejaculating in the shower any more than he liked pissing in it, and when he tried doing it on the toilet, eventually the silence would creep him out too much. Maybe River wouldn’t care if he did it in their room where he could see.
Maybe River would even say “No, you don’t have to do it all yourself,” and Duncan wouldn’t have to rely on just his own hand anymore.
The further they got into the garage, the fewer people there were, and that started to become scary to both River and Duncan. Duncan’s lustful thoughts at last started to fade as the eerie surroundings overpowered them. They’d been in the museum for a long time, longer than Duncan had thought. It had gotten much darker. And the corners all looked pitch black, and their footsteps all sounded too loud. Someone could be hiding, hearing them walking around, hearing River’s urgent winces of desperation, Hugo’s breathing, Duncan’s… “Nnnnhh!” Without deciding to, Duncan had begun to whimper.
His inconvenient boner had gone away at last, the heat scorching through him had evaporated, replaced by the chills of fear that ran through his body.
“Duncan…?” Hugo asked. “You need to go too?”
River paused to stomp his feet against the ground a few times. Duncan cringed at the loud noise. He knew River couldn’t help it, knew River’s bladder was taking control of the rest of his body. But it had still been too noisy, someone would hear.
“I th—think he does,” River told Duncan. “A—At least a little bi—“
“T—Too dark!” Duncan interrupted. “I d—don’t like… I don’t want to…” He wished he could teleport them all to the car, where he would feel safe again. He probably wished they could be there already just as badly as River did. “Too dark…”
“Oh,” Hugo said. It WAS pretty dark in here. There were lights, but they didn’t illuminate the space fully. And it was quiet, and empty save for the three of them. He hadn’t even thought about how it would make Duncan and River feel to go back through here late in the evening. He should have… He should have taken care of them, should have suggested they go somewhere different, somewhere that they wouldn’t have to walk through a creepy place. He’d messed. Up again! “W—Well, I’m right here…” He tried to say, tried to give some form of reassurance. If someone really was lurking in the shadows somewhere, would he even be able to fend them off? He didn’t have a weapon, and he was a middle-aged Cancer survivor. From what he’d heard about the Organization, some of the people working for them were like body-builders. “I won’t let anybody hurt either one of you.”
Duncan shuddered, tried to feel better. “H—How much furth—“
A hissing sound filled the air, interrupting Duncan and sending him to a blind panic as he spun around, looking in all directions. “A—Ah—!” He tried to scream, but his voice died, his throat twisted, and dampness bloomed over his crotch. He didn’t realize the last thing until he heard—
“H—How much further!?” River exclaimed. “I’m pissing!”
Duncan’s heart rate started to slow down. The hissing had been River having another leak. That was all. Duncan finally felt the trickle running down his leg and pinned a hand to his crotch with a moan of despair. He hadn’t even felt like he had to pee before! But now, not only had he gone a tiny bit in his pants, he suddenly felt like he was going to make a huge puddle if he didn’t go soon! “Ah— M—Me too!” He cried out, voice full of dismay.
This was terrible!
If he ever sneezed, he would pee.
If he ever laughed too much, he would pee.
If he ever got too scared for a second, he would pee.
NONE of that used to happen! He used to sneeze and just MOVE ON. He used to be able to laugh as hard and as long as he wanted! He used to feel scared for a second, and then NOT have to clean anything up! His bladder used to just… WORK. He only ever had to worry about dribbles and accidents if he’d been holding it in for a long time and was reaching the limit! This wasn’t fair!
“O—Okay,” Hugo said, now faced with BOTH his friends on the verge of an accident, he looked at the sign on the wall that denoted which floor they’d reached. Thank God, this was finally the one they’d parked on. The car would be close by. “We are nearly there, hang on just a few more—“
Hsss!
River’s knees buckled and he lowered into a crouch against his will, palms digging furiously into his crotch. “I’m gonna—“
Hugo held up the pot he still held. “W—Wanna do it right h— Ugh… If a car drives through before you’re done, you’ll get hurt… How about, in the corner?”
River shook his head, while Duncan whimpered about the corners all being too scary to go anywhere near. River started to sniffle, tearing up. It was not the immense physical pain of his bloated bladder which made him want to cry this time, it was how utterly weak and pathetic he must have been to have gotten into this situation.
The old River would have probably DEMANDED to take the pot into a corner and flood the Hell out of it the second they reached the garage. The old River wouldn’t have been too terrified to do it.
“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Hugo said, helping River back up. He ignored the audible gush of pee that flowed forth as River struggled to move. “You’ll be alright, we’re close, I promise.”
Duncan went to River’s side and gripped onto his arm with his free hand. The other was too busy trying to act as an iron gate between his bladder and the fabric it wanted so badly to be let loose into.
It only took three more minutes to get to the car and River’s bladder ejected three more agonizingly brief spurts into his already sodden boxers at the sight. When the doors opened, the lights inside flicked on and both he and Duncan felt much safer right away. Hugo passed the chamber pot into the backseat for them, his heart twisting a little since he could already hear them unzipping before they actually HAD the receptacle in front of them. It hurt him to know they were in so much pain.
Duncan placed the pot down onto the seat in between himself and River. They got onto their knees and aimed for it. Piss exploded out of River’s tip first, echoing hard as it made contact with the ceramic material. Duncan’s release flowed forth a second later. For about half a minute, the only sounds in the entire parking garage were the violent hisses of two badly needed streams, and the gasps and groans of relief River and Duncan couldn’t stop letting out.
Truthfully, Hugo was a tad worried. Since BOTH of them had been having emergencies like that, it stood to reason that each of them had a LOT of liquid to get rid of now. No doubt the chamber pot could hold the contents of ONE blazingly full bladder, but could it handle TWO?
He relaxed some when, to his surprise, he heard Duncan finish up first. “Ahhh… That’s better…” he breathed out, followed by the zip of his pants.
“Mmmmmm….” River hummed, sounding a bit delirious as the gushing spray of his pee just seemed to get louder.
“… You all done, Duncan?” Hugo was a little stunned by that. He knew River was the one with the smaller bladder. Duncan had said so himself several times.
“Mm-hm,” Duncan said with a small sigh. He turned. Now that he was unburdened from his own emergency, he could… Well, he could sneak a peek at River. He knew River wouldn’t mind, after all. River had let him look lots of times before. Duncan wanted to see how the real thing matched up with what he’d seen in his imagination earlier.
It wasn’t QUITE like he’d been picturing— For whatever reason, he had been picturing River SITTING on the pot to answer nature’s call, pants around his ankles, knees pulled up with a bleary, flushed look on his face. Of course, River couldn’t have sat on it, otherwise Duncan would have had no way to use it and would have soaked his pants. River’s expression was exactly what Duncan had imagined it would be— Mainly because Duncan had seen River go a few times now and knew what his ‘Ahhhh, I barely made it!’ face looked like. Duncan didn’t know WHY, but he just found that expression really, really adorable. It was so nice to see River look calm and at peace…
Duncan’s eyes flicked from River’s face to his cock. Again, Duncan longed to see what it looked like WITHOUT urine spraying from it, but the sight was a welcome one nevertheless. It was dangling above the pot, which was… Getting dangerously full.
Uh oh…
“River,” Duncan blurted out. “It’s almost—“
Too late, small rivulets of liquid started to flow up and over the sides, trailing slowly down them. River’s eyes popped open. “Wha— Oh!” He tried to clamp it off, but he was just SO close to being done and his muscles were fried to bits. The last few jets flew from his nozzle, pooling into the overflowing container.
And then River was finished. Wordless and shame-faced, he tucked his member back into his pants and zipped them.
“I— I guess it wasn’t quite big enough for two…” Duncan said.
“Is there a mess?”
“Not a big one!” River assured. “I went just a little too much!”
“Open a door and pour it out, I guess,” Hugo said. “And be careful nothing else spills.”
Duncan did as instructed, popping open his door and gently nudging the chamber pot towards himself. The liquid kept wobbling inside of it, more rolling down the sides. Duncan was so scared that he’d accidentally dump it all over himself trying to empty it. When he turned it upside down to empty it onto the concrete beside the car, the splash all of the fluid created was ear-splitting. He realized he should have poured it slowly instead of emptying it all at once when a little sloshed back onto his shoes.
He sat back down in the car and put the pot back between him and River. He stared straight ahead, not daring to look at the wet spot he was sure was on the seat now.
River had, though. “I—It’s not that bad,” he said. “If we use, like, a spray-cleaner on it, it should come right up…”
Duncan nodded. He was so ashamed and embarrassed that even a TINY mess had been made.
“Ready to go now?” Hugo asked.
“Yeah,” River said.
As they drove off, River hoped Duncan wasn’t too upset about the spill. So long as they didn’t both use the thing at the same time ever again, they wouldn’t need to worry about it. What River really hoped for was that Duncan would remain comfortable with USING the chamber pot. He had an idea of something else they could do with it after they got it washed out.
River really hoped his idea would work. Duncan just didn’t like peeing into things that weren’t toilets, the only alternatives he seemed to think were ‘acceptable’ were bushes and trees. He’d been a little put-off by using the bottle during the days he didn’t want to get out of bed, and he’d HATED having to go in the paint buckets when they’d been locked in the attic.
The chamber pot, though… It just… WAS a toilet. An old-timey sort of toilet that nobody really used anymore, but still a toilet. The only purpose it had was to be peed into. So, there was no reason Duncan should feel upset, nervous, or like he was going to be punished if he ever used it for relief.
So, that night at home, after the pot had been cleaned and he and Duncan had gotten into their pajamas, River slid the chamber pot underneath their bed, just like the museum said used to be done in the old days. He made sure that Duncan SAW him doing it, but called no attention to it.
Then, they went to sleep.
A few nights later, River was woken to a loud, tinny noise echoing through the room. At first, he started to panic, heart beating wildly around in his chest. He was more scared when he realized Duncan wasn’t holding him anymore, and that he was on his own in the bed. The strange sound was getting louder, too, a high-pitched rattle.
He looked over the edge of the bed and relaxed, feeling silly that he’d gotten so spooked. Duncan was sitting on the chamber pot, pajama pants pulled down, looking very content as he urinated into it with a fair bit of force.
River turned away to give him privacy while he finished. He was glad that he’d gotten to see Duncan pissing for a moment. He was glad, because it meant Duncan finally had somewhere to relieve his bladder during the night if River was asleep— Somewhere that he actually felt comfortable going.
Duncan’s faucet ran for almost a minute, then there were a few dwindling drips before it stopped altogether.
River heard some clothing rustle, followed by a scraping sound as the pot was nudged back below the bed. He felt the bed shift, then Duncan’s warm arms encircle him. “Thank you for putting it under there, River…” Duncan whispered, kissing his cheek. |
This one has a more explicit scene— Their first time has finally arrived!
But, I also wanted to give a warning for some heavy things being discussed. River is going to talk about some trauma he has relating to sex/being touched. Topics include painful sex (sometimes causing injury) and coerced/dubious consent, some of which occurred while still a minor. None of this is shown in very graphic detail. River also shares some things about his original anatomy and the non-consensual surgery performed on him, so warnings for medical abuse and some anatomical words as well.
***
Duncan woke feeling dampness between his legs. Shame filling his chest, he tried to remember what his dream had consisted of. To his relief, it hadn’t involved any scary memories, nor any toilet usage. He even recalled how he’d gotten up in the middle of the night to relieve his bladder into the chamber pot.
But, that didn’t change the fact that his crotch felt really wet… He worried that maybe River had had an accident, and had just gone on him a little. That had happened a few times before, but as Duncan felt around the sheets, he didn’t come into contact with any other damp spots closer to River.
Again, he tried to remember his dream.
In the dream, the Organization had been gone, and he and River were free. They had been on a cruise ship, and they’d been having lots of fun. Duncan had gotten to see River in a swimsuit for the first time ever, water dripping lazily off his skin as he laid in the sun on the boat’s deck. Duncan had just been staring at him, practically drooling. River’s body was shimmering in the light, his chest so firm, his legs all smooth, his bulge visible in his trunks.
Very visible, because River had been hard. River had been hard, and gripping Duncan’s hand, murmuring “Let’s go back to our room, I need you RIGHT now.”
And then they’d GONE to their room. They’d gone to their room, and torn one another’s clothes off ravenously, unable to contain themselves. Before Duncan knew it, he had his lips wrapped around River’s length, and River was pushing his head down, encouraging to take him in even deeper. Then, River had been inside him, filling him up, rutting him with so much fervor that their bed was squeaking and slamming against the wall. River delivered wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure, until finally Duncan had cum all over his chest with an ear splitting moan.
Which… Meant that the wet sticky stuff Duncan felt coating the insides of his boxers was probably NOT pee. He should have KNOWN that this would happen eventually. He hadn’t made himself cum in ages, all he’d gotten were edging sessions and some heavy petting from River that never went far enough for him to orgasm. Then, he slept in the arms of the man he loved every, single night, feeling him against him, hearing him breathing. Duncan was well overdue for a wet dream, the only reason it hadn’t happened earlier was just because of all the nightmares he’d been having instead.
He needed to clean himself up now, though. So, he got out of bed, got a change of clothes, and headed towards the restroom. In the hall, he noticed the sound of rain pouring against the roof, and decided that had probably been the thing to prompt the subject matter of his dream.
Beside the tub, Duncan peeled down his pants and boxers, confirming that he’d basically PAINTED them. It was too bad he’d slept through his orgasm, he would have preferred to have felt it in its full glory. Blushing, he remembered Hugo did his and River’s laundry for them. He hoped the guy wouldn’t notice…
Duncan took off his shirt and was about to turn on the shower, but a tugging in his bladder made him have a seat on the toilet first. His stream hissed into the bowl below him as his shoulders slumped, losing a little tension. Once he’d finished, he got into the tub to wash himself off.
That had been one Hell of a dream. Duncan wished at least ONE part of it would hurry up and come true soon! He knew he couldn’t expect the Organization to just suddenly get uncovered and disbanded, all of its members sent to prison. But, he thought he COULD expect River to want to fool around with him soon! Duncan was absolutely DYING for it, and he was beginning to get worried that River didn’t want to spend that sort of time with him for some reason.
Outside of that dream from last night, Duncan still hadn’t ever seen River get hard. He’d tried to get him that way a few times, fondling his bulge overtop of his pants while they’d kissed. His own erection would spring to life after just a few seconds of this sort of thing, but River’s never did, leaving Duncan wondering if he was doing something that River didn’t enjoy, and River just wasn’t telling him.
Duncan wanted to make River feel good, he wanted it more than anything. He loved River so much, and wanted to give him all the pleasure in the world. Sometimes, Duncan even caught himself starting to think that his experience with the Organization couldn’t have been THAT terrible, since it had brought him River. He’d been drawn to River from the very moment he’d first seen him that first day. It was the hair that had done it, River’s hair was dyed a brilliant blue and it made him impossible not to notice. Then, Duncan had gotten closer, and he realized that River was also taller than him, and lean, his arms muscled. And he’d thought ‘This man has the perfect body.’
It wasn’t until they were nearly away from the Organization that Duncan learned River had always believed his body to be anything BUT perfect. And, yes, it had stunned Duncan a little bit to learn that River had lived as a girl when he was younger, and he hadn’t really known what the word ‘intersex’ meant, either. He didn’t think it had changed much about how he saw River. His attraction to River never faltered, but… He was curious.
The curiosity was something he didn’t know how to talk to River about. He didn’t know what he could ask, what he shouldn’t ask, if his interest in River’s body was okay, or if it was fetishization. Knowing the particulars of River’s medical history hadn’t made Duncan feel any more turned on by him, not that he thought that was even possible, but it still worried him any time he fantasized about River and his mind eventually drifted to ‘Oh, but would that feel the same way for him as it does for me?’
Or were those thoughts just natural to have? After all, he was thinking about how best to pleasure River, wasn’t he? He wanted to make River feel good, because he loved River. And Duncan didn’t KNOW if River’s parts would behave differently from his own, so it was normal to wonder about it, right? And— And, no matter how River had been born, there would still be things he liked that Duncan didn’t, things that Duncan liked that River wasn’t excited by. They would still need to explore each other.
That was how it had been with any other guy Duncan had ever slept with. But, he had to admit he dwelled on those thoughts a lot more with River than he had with anyone else. That could have been for a number of reasons, though! Duncan had never loved anyone the way he loved River! And, when Duncan had hooked up with other men, it had been JUST that— A hook-up. Very, very casual. They’d met, and then they’d had sex, not much time to dwell on any lingering questions. Duncan had been with River for months now and they still hadn’t done anything below their clothes— Unless Duncan aiming for River as he relieved himself could be counted. Duncan had had a lot of chances to imagine scenarios with River and focus on the details, he’d never really DONE that before.
Besides, shouldn’t the fact that he WAS so worried that he was disrespecting River or viewing him as a fetishistic object prove that he WASN’T? Every time he ended up going down those paths, he would immediately start thinking about River’s feelings, and how he didn’t want to hurt them.
He allowed himself to wonder more about things now. Since River’s penis was made out of his arm, maybe it simply didn’t FEEL the same to have it touched. Maybe that was why River never got erect, Duncan was touching the wrong spot because it was just what he was used to. If that WAS the problem, then there were a lot of OTHER fun spots Duncan could touch him in. Maybe River liked having his nipples played with, maybe River liked being fingered. Duncan could ask him if he wanted that sometime, maybe River would even get—
Maybe, since River’s penis was different, it didn’t actually GET hard. Duncan hadn’t ever even considered that possibility before, but it sounded possible. Duncan didn’t know exactly how River’s surgery had worked, he’d never asked very detailed questions about it because he was worried about making River uncomfortable, making him feel ‘different’ or ‘strange’, something he knew River had been made to feel often.
Duncan hoped River could get hard. He hoped River could cum. He hoped River could top if he wanted to, just like in his dream. But, maybe River just… Couldn’t. And he’d been scared to TELL Duncan that. Duncan had been starting to get the feeling that there was something important which River wasn’t telling him about.
He knew the best solution was just to ASK River what it was that he enjoyed doing, ASK him if he could cum, or get hard, or top, ASSURE him that it was perfectly fine if he couldn’t do those things, because there were still so many OTHER things they could do! But, what if all of those answers were supposed to be obvious? What if River felt bad because Duncan was calling attention to the thing that set him apart from the other men Duncan had been with? What if River felt like, in spite of all promises to the contrary, Duncan was comparing him to them, and that there was no way he could measure up?
Duncan really wanted to make River feel good, just imagining the look on River’s face as he came— If he COULD cum— was getting Duncan hard. He nearly started to stroke himself there in the shower, but resisted the urge.
***
River woke feeling his hands wedged up between his legs, at urgent war with a very intense pressure. Desperation clouding his mind, he tried to remember what his dream had consisted of. After he’d gotten back to sleep following Duncan’s trip to the chamber pot— And, oh, River did NOT want to recall what THAT had sounded like— He had dreamed that the Organization had been shut down, that he and Duncan were free. They’d been on a cruise ship, gallons upon gallons of water slapping against the sides of the boat, rocking it all around in the ocean. It had been raining too, the hiss intensifying a very frantic need that was filling River’s middle.
He’d been wearing a swimsuit in front of Duncan for the very first time, enjoying all of the lustful stares that it got him from his partner. But, then those stares became more concerned, because River was at the back of the line for the men’s room, hopping up and down, using one hand to pin his cock against his thigh while the other ran its agitated fingers through his hair. He’d moaned to Duncan over and over, “Let’s go try to find another bathroom! I need one RIGHT now.” And, every time, Duncan had needed to remind him that this was the ONLY toilet on the entire ship.
So, River kept scrambling in place, groaning and gasping and openly BEGGING for someone to let him please, please cut before he wet his pants. No one would let him, though. They all had to go as bad as he did, and the line was not MOVING. He’d been there for an HOUR already and hadn’t been allowed to take even ONE step forward.
He’d thought about going in the deck’s pool, just jumping into it and letting it flow. But, for some reason, there was no SHALLOW end to that pool, it was nine feet deep all around. River had never come close to learning how to swim, and wasn’t about to DROWN himself trying to take a leak. He held it and held it and held it, eventually clinging onto Duncan just from his desire to SQUEEZE something, mumbling to him incoherent pleas for a moment of relief.
He thought that was when he finally woke up.
At least he hadn’t wet the bed during all of that, he felt perfectly dry. Now he just had to STAY that way until he reached the toilet. He registered the sound of rain hitting the cabin’s roof, gushing hard and reminding River SO much of the noise urine made when it struck the toilet bowl. Wriggling into his clenched hands, he sat up and forced his way onto the floor. He moaned, like he’d just been burned, folding himself double in half.
Could he get down the hall without peeing? His bladder actually STILL felt a little worn out from his long hold at the museum…
But, maybe he didn’t HAVE to get all the way to the restroom before he went? The chamber pot was under the bed, if Duncan hadn’t peed TOO much into it, then there should be enough room for River to go now…
Dreading what he was about to do, he lowered his body into a crouch. He felt like something in him was just snapping, like a rubber band being pulled so hard that it just broke apart. There was an awful boiling sensation in the area surrounding his bladder, and then a squirt of liquid trickling into his boxers. He used to get into EXACTLY this position to relieve himself all of the time. Whenever he had to turn an alley into his toilet, he squatted JUST like this and let it flow. His bladder seemed to still remember that, taking it as a cue to start compressing and letting go of its contents.
“Nnnh!” He growled, forcing a hand from his groin so that he could pull the chamber pot out from beneath the bed. He heard the slosh of the fluid still in it, mixing with the sound of the rain outside. He trickled more into his pants, squeezing down harder on himself to get it to stop. The chamber pot now visible, his heart sank.
It appeared that Duncan had really, REALLY needed to go last night, the pot was filled past its half-way point, and River didn’t think that left enough room for him to let go of everything he was carrying. He had no choice but to go use the toilet. He stumbled out of the room easily enough— raising himself from the painful crouch had sort of given him a second wind— but as he went down the hallway, some of his resolve started to fade. His bladder screamed with every step, growing heavier and heavier. Drips started to roll down his legs.
When he got to the restroom door and found it closed, he did not hesitate to begin pounding a fist against it. He heard the shower running inside, adding to the hiss of rain still assailing his ear-drums. “Ah— Duncan? Hugo?” He called. “Wh—Whoever’s in there, please say I can come in! I’m having an emergency!”
“You can come in!” Duncan shouted back.
“Gah!” River exhaled breathlessly, flinging open the door and dashing inside. Dancing from foot to foot, he lifted the toilet seat and lowered his pajama bottoms to free his member, all the while rushing out a litany of “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” His pee slammed ferociously into the water, granting River an immediate drop in pressure that made him feel like he was floating. “Ohhhhh… fuck…” he sighed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you so, so much…”
Duncan could hear River’s stream rushing out and colliding with the water in the bowl, and that made him blush a little. But, not as much as the sound of River MOANING like that while thanking him over and over again. Considering the focus of his thoughts all morning, THOSE noises were flicking a very important switch in Duncan’s mind and body. The longer River let out his flurry of breathy, grateful cries, the harder Duncan got. WHY couldn’t he cause River to make those sounds by doing something ELSE to him? WHY did he only get to hear those amazing exclamations when he managed to help River relieve himself?
River, unaware of Duncan’s frustration, continued to enjoy all the wonderful sensations taking place in his middle. He could feel his bladder slowly deflating, compressing itself back down to its comfortable, empty size. As his pee kept flowing, he quieted down some as his franticness faded away alongside his pain. Once the last of it had ebbed forth from him, he shook his dick a few times and flipped the seat back down. “Phew…”
Behind the curtain, Duncan was still stiff as a board. He wished that he HADN’T gotten this erect from listening to River urinate. He knew that the pissing hadn’t been the thing to turn him on— River’s VOICE had done that— but it was still a little awkward. “F—Feeling better?” He squeaked out.
“Soooo much better,” River agreed. “Thank you, if you’d told me to wait I definitely would have gone in the hallway— I always gotta piss SO bad when I wake up.”
“Eheh, um… It’s like you’ve got a built-in alarm clock?” Duncan wasn’t sure why River was still here if he’d finished everything he needed to do.
“Yeah, I guess…” River said, he went quiet, feeling himself blush. “Er… You are… Naked in there, huh?”
“Y—Yeah…” Duncan said, water still running down his body, still rushing over his stiff-cock. His body just refused to calm back down, even though River wasn’t moaning anymore.
“I… Um… H—Have I seen you with NOTHING on yet?”
“N—No…” Duncan’s dick strained. River wanted to peek at him! River wanted to peek at him! “W—Would you like to…” He swallowed. “You wanna join me?”
River’s shoulders tensed. Duncan had seen him completely naked once before though, and Duncan had liked it… River started to disrobe, he climbed into the shower and, as he admired his partner’s body, he felt some of his nervousness fade. Duncan looked incredible when he had nothing on him, not even a pair of boxers. He looked incredible with all that water flowing down him and making his skin glisten. His ass looked firm and squeezable, and River… He WANTED to squeeze him, to see how he would react to it, but something held him back. River could also see that Duncan was hard, and he felt both elated and a little anxious at the sight.
Duncan caught River looking at his erection and blushed a little. “Eheh… Uhhh, I’m… Really, really happy to see you, I guess…” He didn’t want to admit that he’d gotten that way while River was still urinating.
“Um… Y—yeah,” River said. “I can see that.”
Duncan reached out to touch River’s arm, his hand glided down until it wrapped around River’s wrist, pulling him in closer for a hug, pushing their bodies together. River’s eyes widened for a second, but then he started to relax into Duncan’s touch. Duncan started to move his other hand down River’s abdomen, towards his cock, but River suddenly tensed and backed away slightly. “H—Hang on…” he said.
Duncan tried not to look disappointed.
“I— I want to,” River continued. “I really, REALLY want to. I just… I— I think there’s some things we need to talk about first, okay?”
“Oh. Okay…” Duncan said. “Did I do something wro—“
“You did NOTHING wrong,” River promised. “There’s just… I want to talk about some stuff. That’s all.”
Duncan nodded. This probably wasn’t anything bad. He’d been WANTING to talk to River more about this stuff anyway. It was good that River felt the same way. It was good. This was fine, and Duncan didn’t have to worry.
He did worry, however. Throughout the rest of the day, he fretted that he’d crossed a line by trying to touch River’s penis in the shower, that River was angry with him now, or upset, or hurt. He didn’t want to make River feel that way at all… Not now, not ever.
Duncan thought back to his earlier questions. Maybe River was just going to explain to Duncan that he couldn’t cum or get hard, and that he shouldn’t get stressed out when he couldn’t MAKE him do that. Maybe that was all it was.
He HOPED that was all it was, because then Duncan would just say “Oh, that’s alright. I’m sure I can still make you feel really good!” And, they could start having fun… Duncan decided that he’d talk to River tonight, ask him to say whatever it was he needed to say so that, maybe, they could fool around a little.
Following his shower that evening, Duncan went to their bedroom. River was already beneath the blankets. Duncan sat beside him, twiddling his fingers. He’d never felt this awkward prior to proposing sex before. In the past, it had always been “So, you wanna do it?” followed by several minutes of sweaty, frantic pleasure that made him see stars, and then that was the end of it. Sometimes he’d spend the night with the man, other times he’d just leave, either way by the time morning rolled around, they wouldn’t be in one another’s lives anymore.
River would always be in Duncan’s life. If he did this wrong, he could wreck so much…
“Duncan…?” River asked, yawning. “Lay down, it’s late—“
“You said you wanted to talk to me, and… Um… You ever cum before?” Duncan blurted out. Holy shit, he was so stupid! What a dumb question! Who just ASKS crap like that? Dear God! Back when he’d gone out to bars and hit on guys, he liked to think he’d been smooth as ice, he’d had AMAZING pick-up lines that always got men interested in conversing FURTHER with him. What he’d just said to River probably merited the other turning around to face the wall for the rest of the night and refusing to talk to him.
River shook his head, blushing strongly. “Um, no,” he admitted. It was a little embarrassing. He was twenty-three and he still had no idea what an orgasm was even supposed to FEEL like. And, it wasn’t like he was a virgin, either. He’d had more sexual encounters than he’d ever wanted or needed. "That's part of what I wanted to talk about."
Duncan frowned. He was surprised that he’d GOTTEN a response, and wished it had been different. Maybe River actually COULDN’T do that…? “Never?”
River shook his head. He’d tried to plenty of times, he’d tried to ENJOY sex in the past, but it had never once been pleasurable for him. He’d always just been so eager for it to be done with.
“You mean, you just can’t do it since the surgery, or—“
“I’ve never done it, ever,” River said.
“What about in your sleep?”
River shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Can you… not do it?”
River shrugged. “I think I SHOULD be able to, but it’s never happened.”
Duncan wasn’t sure what to make of that. River HAD told Duncan that he wasn’t a virgin. “The other people you’ve been with must have sucked.”
“Er, well…” River said. “That’s actually what I wanted to tell you about. The only other times I’ve done it, it was back when I was homeless, and I wasn’t exactly… I mean, it’s not like anybody ever… held me down and… forced it. But, it was… It was sort of one of the only ways I could make money. I didn’t want to do it, but I just had to.”
Duncan didn’t know what to say. He felt like he should have assumed River’s past sexual encounters were something of that nature. “Oh…”
Duncan had never slept with a sexual assault survivor before. True, that wasn’t exactly how River looked at it, since he’d always said ‘yes’ to his clients. But, Duncan couldn’t help but think of it that way. River may have said ‘yes’, but when his ability to put food in his stomach was dependent upon his willingness to have sex with strangers, the amount of actual consent involved was hard to tell. River’s consent had been coerced, so was his ‘yes’ even a ‘yes’?
It was one thing for a person to be involved with sex-work because they wanted to be. But, the problem was that River HADN’T wanted it…
“I made, I guess, okay money doing that. I could always afford to eat for a few days after I’d gone home with someone. I worked for this one guy, and when people stopped he’d try to sell me as something ‘exotic’, I guess… He called me a he—“ River struggled, swallowed. “He called me a— herm— A he— A—A word I really didn’t like that started with an H. And it got some people more interested in me. Some people, they hear… that word… and right away they want to see what I look like naked.”
Duncan flinched, he suddenly felt warm in a very unpleasant way. He remembered how he’d been so curious to see what River’s penis looked like before, and a part of him HAD wondered about how River’s body had been like prior to when he’d gotten his surgery. “Um… Please don’t be mad, but when I found out, I got… A little curious, too.”
River didn’t say anything. He couldn’t get angry at Duncan. He knew his condition was… Rare, and extremely misunderstood— It was that sort of misunderstanding at his birth that had wreaked havoc over his life for so long. “A—At least you knew better than to ask right away, or tell me to ‘show’ you… That’s what normally happened.”
“I still feel bad… When I found out, I couldn’t stop thinking about if, how it was before, if it was painful for you. Physically, I mean. I know it hurt emotionally. And I couldn’t stop wondering how miserable it had made you, and thinking about how angry I was at your parents and the doctors for—“
“Wait, so you were mostly just worrying about me?”
“Well, yeah,” Duncan said. “You had your… your private parts all messed up before you could even say no, and then forced to be someone else while you grew up. Of course I’d worry about that.”
“… Your first thought WASN’T ‘So, does that mean he used to have both parts’?”
“No,” Duncan said. “Did people ask you that before?”
“All the time,” River said. “That was almost always the first thing a ‘client’ asked me once they’d gotten me home.”
“I didn’t think that,” Duncan promised. “You said ‘ambiguous’, so I thought that when you were born you looked, like, in-between, or something. I wasn’t super sure… But, I mean, I only thought about that for a second because THEN I heard how the doctors just went ahead and… ‘modified’ you, or whatever you’d call that, and I was too angry to think of anything else.”
“Yeah, I think right after I was born, it was something more in-between.”
“Oh,” Duncan said. “And for some reason they decided to just turn you into a girl?” His face burned. This was probably the most personal topic in River’s life, he hoped he wasn’t feeling pressured to share the details. “Y—You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”
“Yeah,” River said. “I have literally NO idea why the doctors picked ‘girl’, I swear they just flipped a fucking coin,” he sighed. “I—It still didn’t look totally like an endosex person’s vagina after they did that, eith—“
“Endosex…”
“It just means ‘not intersex’,” River said. “So, like you and most other people. When they operated on me, they were trying to make me look like an endosex girl. But, my… Er, my clitoris was always… bigger. Uh, if you didn’t know, it’s like the clitoris and the penis start out from the same thing. And, what usually happens is as the baby’s getting ready to be born, it will grow into either a penis or a clitoris. But, with me I had what looked like either a huge clitoris or a tiny penis, and after the doctors decided to… I honestly think of it as they just mutilated me… The size didn’t change. And, like, I pissed out of it.”
“And, I guess that’s not where—“
“Endosex girls don’t pee from there,” River shook his head. “That’s why I used to have so much trouble sitting down to pee and always had to kinda hover. Tried to do it standing a few times, but there wasn’t… enough… to really grab and aim with, so that was a mess too. And, like my labia— which is the folds of skin around the vagina— part of it was sort of fused together, and that’s not how it usually is, either… The opening was really small.”
Duncan winced. He wasn’t sure if he liked the word ‘fused’ in relation to those sorts of parts. “Uh… Did they do it wrong?” He asked. “You don’t have to answer, but—“
“I—It’s okay,” River said. “If you have questions, that’s okay. It’s… This is probably the first time you’ve ever even… Heard about this stuff, right?”
Duncan nodded. “I mean, I’d never heard the word intersex before, but I did know what trans people were. Is that kind of what you are?”
“In a way, I guess. The things I’ve gone through are similar— I grew up confused, lonely and not understanding why being a girl hurt me so much. Everyone was always telling me I was something that I wasn’t and it was hard to live up to their expectations. I got surgery on my chest and lower parts to help me feel better, and all that. Some things are a little different, though. My body actually makes enough testosterone on its own, so I don’t need to take hormones like other trans guys would. I have… Er… I have testicles that are inside of my body, around where the ovaries and uterus would have been, I guess. Sorry if that’s super freaky for you, or—“
“Hey, no. It’s okay,” Duncan promised. “It’s not freaking me out at all. They’re… Hey, they’re inside, right? So, they’re, like, protected if you get kicked! That’s just lucky, isn’t it?”
River laughed, “I— I never thought of it that way, but yeah…”
“Oh, but the surgery you had later gave you—“
“Yeah, I have balls,” River said. “And, I COULD get kicked there, of course. I don’t think it would hurt AS bad for me as it does for you, though. But, anyway, because of the internal ones, as soon as I stopped taking those pills my parents were giving me, my body was doing what I wanted it to.”
“What were the pills?”
“They were actually the same things a trans woman would take,” River explained. “So, estrogen, and this one called Spironolactone, which suppresses testosterone production. My parents lied to me. They said that I was anemic and that the pills were iron supplements, so I didn’t think there was any reason not to take them. I never had to deal with getting a period, thankfully, since I never had the internal parts for that. And, like you asked earlier, with the operation they did on me as a baby, I’m pretty sure they DID do it wrong somehow. I got an examination there once before phallo, and they said I was… ‘shallow’. Usually, the depth for a vagina is, like, five inches I think? Mine was under one inch. So, my lower parts were never… having sex with my… My old front-parts always hurt like shit. I’d… Bleed a lot most times.”
“Wha—“
“Like I said, I don’t think they did it right. The first time I had sex, I felt like I was being ripped apart, and afterwards I just thought that was how it was supposed to be, because I’d heard lots of people bleed the first time. But, it kept happening, and it always hurt SO much, and I still kept thinking ‘Okay, this is just how it goes’, ‘cause when I was in middle school, my Mom wouldn’t sign the permission slip for me to take Sex-Ed, so all I knew was what was in the health textbook, which wasn’t much. I just… I had no idea what was normal, or how to do anything, so I thought it was just supposed to feel like that. Only, then I started to wonder how the Hell humans haven’t gone extinct yet if THAT’S what having sex is like.”
“Were people really rough with you?”
“A lot of them were,” River said. “But, even if I was with someone that was trying to be gentle, it would still hurt. Back when I could go online, I’d read stuff about trans people, and trans women who’d had a lower surgery WERE able to enjoy sex. I have to assume that procedure’s at least kinda similar to what was done to me, so that means the doctors must have fucked something up.”
“I think they did that a lot…” Duncan wondered if River had forced himself to become numb to the pain so that it didn’t show on his face, or if he DID react to it and his clients always kept going regardless. Surely, at that point, it HAD to count as assault, right? His clients KNEW he was homeless, they KNEW he was—
Something else hit Duncan then; River was only sixteen years old when he became homeless.
And when that struck him, it was like the brakes had suddenly be slammed on this whole thing. “Ummmm… River? I just… Did you start seeing clients RIGHT after your parents kicked you out?”
“A couple months after,” River said.
“Did your clients know that… Er…”
“They knew I was homeless.”
“You were sixteen,” Duncan said. “You were still… Did they know that part?”
“Yeah.”
“River… Sixteen is… Real young.”
“I know, it was bad, but I HAD to—“
“Hey, no. YOU’RE not the one who did anything wrong,” Duncan told him. “That stuff NEVER should have happened… Are you okay?”
“I think so,” River said. “But, the thing is… What I’ve been meaning to tell you is… You know, since every time that I had sex before, it just wasn’t fun… It always hurt, and sometimes I felt scared, and… All of that… I’m nervous that…”
“You’re scared to have sex with me?” Duncan asked. “You’re afraid I’ll hurt you, or that you’ll have to do something you don’t like?”
River nodded. “Yeah…”
“I don’t want to hurt you, River,” Duncan said. “That’s the last thing I want. If something feels bad, you can tell me and I’ll stop it right away. I… I want to make you cum, River. I really, REALLY want to make you cum.”
River went red. “Tonight?”
“If you want. If you’re not ready, we don’t have to.”
“Okay, I DO want to try,” River said, shakily fiddling with his pajama buttons. “I’ve never… Done things with— I’ve never done anything since I got my phalloplasty.”
“Cool, so I’ll be the first one!” Duncan smiled. “Apart from you, I guess…”
“Um, no,” River said. “When I told you I’ve never done anything like that with it, I meant I haven’t done ANYTHING.”
“You never did stuff by yourself?” Duncan was surprised. If he’d just gotten a new dick that would be the FIRST thing he did!
“Nope,” River blushed, looked away. “I’ve only ever touched it to pee, or to adjust it in my pants and stuff. It’s… Stupid. But, uh, I spent my whole life wishing I had a penis, and then when I got one, I thought if I wasn’t careful with it, I’d break it…”
“Pffft— WHAT!?” Duncan couldn’t help laughing. He clamped a hand over his mouth and fought to hold it in when he saw the red-faced humiliation on River’s face. “I—I’m sorry!” He cried. Hell, for all he knew, maybe it WAS possible for River to break it somehow! “Y—You can’t actually do that, can you?”
“No,” River said. “I know, it’s stupid. But, I got all anxious about it anyway. I’ve had nightmares where it’s suddenly gone and I’m back to how it was before. And, sometimes I just kinda stare at it in the shower because I can’t get over the fact it’s actually a part of me.”
Duncan was still covering his mouth. “Oh, well, THAT’S totally normal, I look at mine all the time too.”
River pulled down his pajama pants, cupping the bulge in his boxers. “I guess you’ve already seen it a few times,” he said. “Dunno why I’m feeling shy now.”
“It’s okay. If you just wanna do something over your clothes again, that’s fine too.”
“Cool.”
Duncan swung his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of his head. He’d never felt this nervous before a sexual encounter in his life! He’d usually been so confident, ready to get down to it right away. With River, he felt anxious, afraid of messing it up, and a deep need to go slowly since that seemed to be what River needed. “And, you said you ARE supposed to be able to cum, right?”
“Yep,” River said. “It IS supposed to be possible for me to orgasm. They keep… The nerve endings of the clitoris are kind of ‘released’ during the surgery and they’ll, like, grow into the dick. And the clitoris itself gets sorta buried around the base. So, I’ll be able to feel… Whatever you end up doing to me.”
“Cool…” Duncan said. What WAS he going to do to River, though? River needed slow, so maybe he’d just feel him up tonight. Then, later they could do more. Duncan had never had a preference between being the top or the bottom. “Hey, would you be able to top if you wanted?”
River blushed even harder as he imagined it. The idea of gripping Duncan around the shoulders as he pounded into him… “Y—Yeah,” he squeaked.
Duncan tugged at his own pajama bottoms, holding the material from the need to do something with his hands. River had never fooled around with himself before, so he wouldn’t know what he enjoyed. What if Duncan accidentally did something that he REALLY didn’t like? Like, maybe there was a spot River couldn’t handle being touched? “Promise me that you’ll speak up if something feels bad, alright?”
“I will…” River stood, took a deep breath, and tugged down his boxers. He left them on the floor as he climbed back into bed, sitting with his legs parted, trying to display himself for Duncan. He was shaking, this felt so weird. Every time he’d done this in the past, he’d bared himself and tried not to let the shame show on his face, unable to look away from the reaction of whoever was staring. He’d always know what they were thinking, and that it was never anything kind. They’d be turned on, but only by the idea that having sex with River was something they could say was ‘unusual’. Some ‘exotic’ activity they could cross off of an imaginary list. River would be an object, a sex toy, his value always came from the fact he was viewed as a ‘rarity’, a ‘collectors item’. He was never a person with any thoughts or feelings.
He was staring at Duncan now with trepidation. Duncan wouldn’t see him that way, River knew he wouldn’t! He couldn’t! Duncan always said how much he loved him, Duncan knew River was a human, Duncan loved him, Duncan loved him…
Duncan’s eyes had been trailing all over River’s body, but now he stopped when he realized his boyfriend’s tremors. “Hey…” he said. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I— I want you t—to…” River managed. “But— But… What do you see when y—you look at me?”
Duncan answered quickly, and he hoped not too quickly. “I see someone that I love,” he said, kissing River’s cheek. “I see someone who is very strong,” another kiss. “I see someone who’s… Who’s been hurt before, and who needs me to take care of him,” one more kiss. “I see someone who needs me to help him see himself the way I see him.”
River leaned into Duncan’s kisses. These were the words he needed to hear, and he could tell Duncan meant them. “I l-love you too…” he said.
River was shaking less now, but Duncan still wouldn’t feel right moving forward yet. “When you… Were with other people, they saw you a different way, didn’t they?”
River nodded. “They just liked how they could pretend I was whatever they wanted me to be at their convenience. They didn’t think I was a person at all, and once my clothes were off, it was like I wasn’t even a living thing. A lot of them got… Rough, and called me… Things, and… Stuff…”
Duncan held River. Now, he really wasn’t sure if River was ready to be touched again. All of the past touches had hurt… Would new touches be scary even if they weren’t painful? “If you don’t want to do anything tonight… It’s okay,” Duncan told him. “I can be patient for as long as you need… And, I promise, I will never be rough, I will never call you things you don’t like, I—“
“I— I want you to touch me…” River said. “I want… I want to know if it can actually feel good. Just… Be real slow, and tell me everything that you’re going to do before you do it. I th—think I just need for you to ask before every new thing.”
“I can go slow…” Duncan’s mouth went dry. “I can do this however you need me to, River…”
River parted his legs again.
“Can I…” Duncan tentatively a hand slowly towards River’s crotch, and River went red. “Can I stroke it?”
“Yeah, if you want to,” River breathed out.
Duncan moved his hand, shocked by how nervous he felt as he touched River’s dick. It felt exactly like he’d imagined it would. Thick and warm. Duncan stroked It gently, the skin and the scar tissue varying in texture. River gasped sharply when Duncan slowly circled along his base, and Duncan pulled back. “W—Was that a bad place? I’m sorry, I—“
“N—No…” River said, parting his legs further. “It felt… Really, really good. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like it before. Can you do that more?”
Duncan placed his hand back, moving it up and down along River’s shaft, pumping it. He enjoyed the feeling of it against his hand, but not as much as he was enjoying River’s little moans. The concern was still there, though. River still wasn’t getting… He stopped, and River whimpered, protesting the loss of the stimulation.
“Am… Uh, am I doing it wrong?” Duncan asked.
River shook his head, “You’re doing great, please, I want more…”
Duncan shrugged, River sure was acting like this was making him feel amazing. “Uh…” Duncan went back to stroking River’s dick. He felt some tension down around the base now, but… “You still aren’t getting… This is a stupid question, but does it just not get hard?”
“I—It’s not stupid,” River promised. “I guess you just wouldn’t know this stuff. But, yeah, I CAN get hard, it’s just… Different.” He reached between his legs to cup his balls and began squeezing firmly, which really confused Duncan until he saw River’s cock beginning to raise. “I—Is this too weird?”
“It’s not weird,” Duncan assured. “Want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” River breathed out. “Please? It feels so good…”
Duncan went back to pumping River’s cock. “Gonna go faster now, alright?”
River nodded eagerly.
Duncan increased his speed, River’s cock was so much easier to grip now. River bucked his hips against Duncan’s touch, and Duncan sped up further. River had never felt this way before in his life. None of the previous times that he’d had sex had felt even remotely good. At best, it had been an inconvenience that he had to get through before he could have food. At worst it had been excruciatingly painful. River had honestly come to believe that the idea sex was supposed to be pleasurable was some sort of myth and everyone was so set on keeping up the illusion that they refused to admit it.
This felt amazing, though. And River didn’t think it was only because he actually had the right part this time. It was because he actually WANTED to do this, he WANTED Duncan to touch him. This wasn’t just something River was doing because he HAD to, because if he didn’t he’d have to go hungry for another day. This wasn’t about surviving, this was about living. “Mmmf… Duncan…”
River looked into Duncan’s eyes blearily, and he saw someone who wasn’t viewing him as a toy, a thing to ‘try out’ and toss aside, then shamefully pretend he’d never had anything to do with. He saw someone who adored him, who adored his body— And not because it appealed to a kink, but because it was HIS body. He saw someone who wanted to make HIM feel good, rather than someone trying to think of the various ways to USE him for their own pleasure.
Duncan loved River’s body, it was clear on his face. He thought River was an attractive, hot man, just like any other. For the first time in River’s life, he felt like the person touching him respected him. Duncan’s mouth pressed itself against River’s, his tongue poking past River’s lips to explore further. River opened his mouth wider and allowed this, because he WANTED to allow it. He wanted it so, so much… He wanted Duncan…
Tension and ecstasy built up in River’s body, growing and growing until he was squirming his hips frantically. He wanted more, he needed more, and Duncan was all too happy to oblige.
River moaned loudly into Duncan’s mouth as he came. Nothing visible happened to his cock, save for a very tiny amount of clear fluid, but he arched his back and his hands dug themselves firmly into Duncan’s shoulders, pulling him even closer. Duncan kept up his strokes as River rode through wave after wave of pleasure.
River’s eyes flew open, stunned by this new sensation. He had definitely NEVER felt this before. Was— Was this what an orgasm felt like? His body just kept getting inundated with more pleasurable trills, and River couldn’t think of anything else this could be. Duncan had actually gotten him to cum…
River started to go slack a moment later, and Duncan pulled back. “Did… Did I make you—“
River nodded limply, “I… Hadn’t thought I could…”
Duncan slowed his hand, looked at it and saw it was clean. “Oh, but—“
“Th—That’s… Another thing that just works different for me,” River said. “But, you… I’ve never felt anything like that before…”
‘Ah, right,’ Duncan thought. ‘Of course, River’s body wouldn’t make…’ He looked into River’s lap. “Aw, somebody’s still hard,” he teased. “You need more?”
“W—We can do more in—in a second, I have to catch my breath…” River looked down. “Uh… it goes down if I…” He reached between his legs, squeezed his balls and pressed on his member to deflate it. Right away, his cock was going soft again.
Duncan stared. Luckyyy! SO many of Duncan’s awkward high school experiences could have been avoided if all he’d needed to do to get rid of an unwanted boner was push it down for a second before getting up from his desk!
“I hope you’re a little less curious now,” River said.
“I—I wasn’t just curious! I wanted to make y—“
“I know, I know,” River smirked. “And you DID make me feel good… I’m actually glad you asked me so many questions, and everything. I could tell you just wanted to make sure you were doing the right stuff.”
Duncan leaned against him, “Did I do the right stuff?”
River gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Definitely. Congratulations, you’re the only person to ever make me cum.” He thought for a moment. “Y—You know what? I’m gonna say that what we just did was my REAL first time.”
“Because of how you had the right parts?”
“No,” River said. “Because it was finally with someone I loved and WANTED to get touched by.”
Duncan kissed River back. “None of it made you feel scared, right?”
River shook his head, “I felt safe. You KEPT me safe.”
“Good…” Duncan stroked his thumb against River’s hand. “I’m really sorry that you had to feel un-safe so many times before.”
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault…” River said. “But… Yeah, what you were doing? Asking me for permission for everything and being so gentle? That’s exactly what I needed, you did everything right.”
Duncan hugged him tightly, “Thank you, I was really worried about messing it up.”
“You did really good,” River assured. “We can try more things later, and it’s okay if you have more questions.”
Duncan laid down. River took the place beside him and nuzzled his shoulder, so Duncan rubbed his back. There was one other thing Duncan had been wondering about. The only surgery he’d ever had was when he got his wisdom teeth removed, and he could still remember how sore his mouth had been afterwards. River’s surgeries had involved tissue being removed from his chest, skin coming off his arm, and his pelvic area getting re-modeled. That was a LOT more intense than just having some teeth pulled out. “Uh, did the surgeries hurt?” He asked. “I don’t mean the one from when you were a baby, I know THAT one hurt you, but what about the others?”
“They weren’t actually THAT bad,” River said. “I had some trouble walking after both the top and bottom surgeries, because I was definitely pretty sore. And… Well, I guess you’ve probably noticed I’m not much of a clean-freak, or whatever…”
“You barely ever remember to wash your hands after you pee,” Duncan laughed.
“Yeah,” River agreed. “But, even so, it’s tricky to shower after the operations, because you aren’t supposed to let certain areas get too wet. I had to take sponge baths with just a rag, pretty much. And, even for someone who doesn’t care that much if they get dirty, that got uncomfortable after a while. The bottom surgery was a little more difficult to recover from, Hugo had to help me do basically EVERYTHING until I was able to move on my own easily again. He even had to help with super embarrassing, personal things for a bit... But, the actual PAIN wasn’t that bad, it wasn’t like I was in agony. Just really sore, like if I’d exercised too hard. I think some of that was mental though. I mean, I was just SO happy that my body was fixed, it was hard to feel anything else.”
Duncan smiled, “And, I guess, by now it doesn’t hurt at all, right?”
“Mostly,” River said. “Sometimes I get, like, phantom pains in the arm they took the skin from. I think THAT might all be mental too, though. ‘Cause I only really feel it if I’m paying attention to the arm and really thinking about it… Actually, now that I think about it, the most painful part of the whole process happened BEFORE the actual surgery.”
“Oh?” Duncan asked.
“Yeah… It’s actually a sorta funny story,” River said. “Um, you know what an ultrasound is, right?” |
Some discussion of surgery here, but it's fairly glossed over since River wasn't awake for it, and I kinda skipped straight to the "important" (read; piss-related) parts. But, that does mean there's some description of catheter-use. (Nothing about it being inserted.) Everyone's experience with catheterization will be different, so what River feels here is based off how it felt for me.
I don't think everybody is required to have an ultrasound before a phalloplasty, but I did have one since there was something specific they wanted to check, and they did require a full bladder for it (I may write about my own experience with that some day, since me being pee-shy made it a little harder lol). River would have been told to have this procedure as well.
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When Hugo had first met River, had first found this hurt, angry boy that reminded him so much of his lost son, Hugo had at first had no idea what River’s situation was.
He’d just seen someone that was extremely combative, lashing out, and obviously deeply wounded. He’d seen someone that seemed to have nobody at all. He’d seen someone that needed help and guidance. He’d offered River a place to sleep for a while, and when River had crawled into his car, he’d reminded Hugo of an abused feral cat, not at all capable of trust. He’d wondered what could have happened for such a young person to behave that way, for such a young person to be out on the streets all alone.
When he’d gotten River home, he’d fed him and was startled by how fast River stuffed food into his mouth, by how aggressively he acted when Hugo got close to him, like he was scared the food was about to snatched away if he didn’t protect it and eat it as fast as he could. At that point, River had only said a few words to Hugo, answering his questions with single word answers.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Are you hurt?”
“Kinda.”
“Where do you live?”
“Nowhere.”
“Have you got a family?”
“No.”
“Do you have somewhere to sleep?”
“No.”
“Do you want somewhere to sleep?”
“Okay.”
“How do you feel?”
“Hungry.”
But, when Hugo made his next offer to River, he finally managed to get more of a response from him. “Your clothes… Let me wash them.”
It was like he’d just asked River if he wanted to be stabbed. “No!” He’d backed away, wrapping his arms around himself.
“I don’t mean you need to take them off right in front of me—“ Hugo said cautiously, understanding why River was so bothered. He’d just taken in a guy who looked maybe… Nineteen…? Twenty…? It was hard to tell since River was so malnourished and scrawny. He’d taken this guy home, had given him food, had been coming across perhaps as overly nice. He knew how it must have looked to River. River didn’t act like he’d ever had someone be nice to him just for the sake of being nice. “I meant in the bathroom, behind the door. I’ll give you some pajamas, and—“
“I— I can’t—“ River was shaking. “I can’t… You— You don’t want to know what I am…”
River was wearing long sleeves, long pants… He wasn’t sure why River had been without a home, but lots of people in his situation tended to have had issues with drugs. “Hey, if you’ve got scars,” Hugo said. “If you don’t want me to see them, I’ll just get you some PJs that cover them up… But, I don’t care if you have a gnarly scar, it’s—“
“I can’t!” River repeated, voice raising.
Hugo stepped back, holding a hand out, in the way he would if he was trying to pet that abused, feral cat River reminded him of. “Okay… Okay… I do think you’d feel better if you took a shower, though.”
River continued to tremble. He stroked the unruly stubble coating his chin, and shook more. “I— I’ll take a bath…” he said at last. “Y—You can wash my clothes… But…” he crossed his arms over his chest, each hand holding the opposite arm in a vice. “I need… I need bandages…”
“You’re hurt,” Hugo finished. So, that was what this was about. He had an injury, and he didn’t want Hugo to see it. “Where are you hurt? Your chest? Let me—“
“NO!” River shot all the way to the other end of the room when Hugo reached for him. “I’ll do it! Just— I need bandages, the kind they wrap around you if your arm’s swelling up, okay?”
Hugo knit his brow. “Something’s swollen? Have you broken something?”
“Nooo,” River said. “It’s nothing, I just NEED them.”
Hugo reluctantly went into the bathroom to check. He wished River would tell him what was hurting him so he could help, so he could take River to a clinic if he needed to, but if River didn’t trust him enough yet, that was fine too. That was understandable. He did have the sort of bandage River was asking for, and he told him as much.
River finally agreed to take a shower then. Hugo listened as he did, for any whimpers of pain that would suggest River’s injury was more serious than he was letting on. He didn’t hear any, though. Once the water was off, River stayed in there for a VERY long time. Hugo heard the bandages being ripped, and clothing ruffling, and then silence as River just… stayed there.
Hugo didn’t know what all River had been doing on the streets, he hadn’t been ACTING like he was high, but then again, Hugo didn’t know what high LOOKED like. Maybe all that defensiveness was a sign of something else… Fearing the worst, he knocked on the door. “Are you okay?”
“Y—Yes!” River called back.
“Can you come out now?”
“I— I don’t…” he broke off, sniffling. “I can’t…”
“Why not?” Hugo asked. “Are you oka—“
“You haven’t got enough bandages…” River said miserably. “It’s not… It’s not working, and—“
“… Can I come in?”
“No, please… Just… Just leave me alone. I’ll go. I’m sorry for taking up your time. I’m sorry for…” River was crying now, and it twisted something inside Hugo.
Hugo opened the door, and stepped inside. “Hey…” he said. “Don’t cry. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not so bad…”
River hiccuped, his arms once more crossing over his chest. “N—No, don’t look at me!”
“I want to help you out,” Hugo said. “It looks like you’re in a lot of pain. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
“Y—You’ll make me leave…” River sobbed. “You’ll be… You’ll hate me…”
“I’m not going to make you leave,” Hugo said. “Just, let me help you. I promise, whatever it is, it will be okay.”
“It won’t be…” River said. “Nothing can fix it… SEE?” He pulled his arms away, and Hugo looked. At first, he had no idea what River was talking about, but then he noticed it, River’s chest wasn’t flat and smooth, and he was way too thin for what Hugo was seeing to merely be excess fat.
Hugo was perplexed for a second. River had stubble on his face, messy facial hair that hadn’t been trimmed in too long. His voice wasn’t super deep, but it wasn’t anything like a woman’s. But, then he also had… He wanted bandages to stop swelling… “Does… Um… Is that what it looks like if you broke your ribs…?”
Silence permeated the bathroom, and then to Hugo’s astonishment, River’s sobs turned into laughs. Laughter that made him double over and hold his sides, and that would have been excruciating if his ribs had been broken. Once River had calmed down, he said “Is THAT what you think?”
“Well… Yeah,” Hugo said, unable to come up with any other reason, except maybe… “Er, did you… Did you use steroids?” That seemed unlikely given how skin and bones River was…
“No,” River said. “But… It is because of something else I took… But, I didn’t want to take it, that’s… That’s why I’m alone now.”
“Can you tell me about it?”
From there, River had explained a lot of things to Hugo. Hugo had never heard the word ‘intersex’ before, had no idea that there were people out there who were in between male and female, had no idea how those people were sometimes treated after they were born. “So, your doctors and your family decided to make you into a girl?”
“Yes,” River said. “But, I never was one. And it made me feel awful, so when I found out that those pills were the only reason I was turning into a woman, I stopped taking them. My parents got mad and made me leave.”
“How old were you?”
“Sixteen.”
“Jesus Christ…” Hugo breathed. “Alright, I can’t say I understand ALL that stuff you just told me about, like, chromosomes and hormones and everything else, but I can tell you that throwing your child out at sixteen because some pills made them feel uncomfortable is a load of nonsense— Did you NEED to have that surgery done when you were a baby, or the pills?”
“Nope,” River said. “When I found out, my Dad told me that I would have been healthy without the surgery and without the pills, but that I would have ‘confused’ other people too much if I stayed that way.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Hugo said. “I was confused at first, but then you just… Explained it. And I guess it’s new, and I’m probably gonna say some stupid stuff to you for a bit because I’m not getting it, but I’m not gonna throw you out of here over it. I still want to help you.”
So, that was what Hugo had tried to do. He’d just… Had no idea WHAT to do. He got River more bandages so he could keep his chest flattened, and that made River happy. But, they also seemed to HURT him. He struggled to run, and seemed to fight to catch his breath often. He slept with the bandages still on, and was often found rubbing his shoulders and wincing with pain. Hugo started to wonder if the bandages were the right thing. He couldn’t think of anything else, and River was always upset if he didn’t have them.
One day, after seeing River fidgeting at the material beneath his shirt again, Hugo had an idea. “So… All this started because somebody gave you a surgery you didn’t want, right?”
River nodded. That was the simplest way to explain it… “If they’d just left me alone, I would have been…” he trailed off.
“But, what if a different surgery can fix it?” Hugo asked. “Put it back the way it was, or better, or… Something?”
River shook his head. “There’s a surgery to get rid of the chest. And another that can fix… down there. But, they’re both really expensive. I’ll never be able to do either one. I just have to learn to—“
Hugo shook his head. “Don’t say ‘never’, River. Maybe we’ll think of something.”
River shrugged. He’d accepted long ago that he was going to have to live with what had been done to his body for the rest of his life. He’d been working for Hugo’s furniture business for months by then and it was nice— certainly better than any other job River had ever worked— but they lived in a small apartment, their hours of meticulous work only getting them the barest of essentials. River was fine with that, it was still more than he’d had in a long time. But, nowhere near enough to pay for surgeries.
But, then Hugo let River in on a secret. Their business was actually making a bit MORE money than he’d been letting on. But, the vast majority of it had been going to charities to help victims of gun violence. “For a while,” Hugo said. “I can donate to YOU instead.”
River was shocked, utterly shocked, that a human could exist that was as giving as Hugo was. Here he was, making enough money to live in an actual house and eat out often, but he was choosing instead to cut back so that he could help others. A burning had ignited in the backs of River’s eyes then, he’d believed for so long that everyone on Earth was out only for themselves, that they’d all gladly step on each other to get ahead…
River had done the work to find the right doctors, and Hugo had gone with him to the appointments. When River revealed how he’d been dealing with his chest, he’d actually gotten scolded a bit. The bandages had been the wrong method, they’d put him at risk of ACTUALLY breaking a rib like Hugo had initially guessed. He was given something else to wear until the date of his top surgery, and he found it much more comfortable than the bandages. “You need to take it off when you go to bed,” the doctor said. “Don’t forget.”
“… Should he have been taking the bandages off before he sleeps, too?” Hugo asked.
At that, the doctor insisted on examining River more thoroughly for a second. River was reluctant, but complied, and was relieved nothing was too terribly wrong.
A couple months later, his chest was all fixed up, and even though he was recovering from a surgery, he felt better than he ever had. “When’s the next step?” Hugo asked him.
Fixing River’s lower parts was going to be trickier. River was scared that his Intersex condition would make Phalloplasty impossible, but after he saw the surgeon for the first time, he was promised there was nothing to worry about.
At the time, River wasn’t entirely sure if he needed a hysterectomy or not. “My Dad mentioned I have… ‘internal testes’,” River said. “So, I guess someone must have checked out my insides when I was really little, and I just don’t remember it. He didn’t say if the testes meant there wasn’t something else.”
River told everyone that he’d never gotten a period in his life, and that he assumed that meant there wasn’t anything in there, but they still wanted to confirm. There was still a small possibility that he had at least one ovary, even if it wasn’t functional.
The easiest way to know for sure was to give River an ultrasound, which he didn’t think he’d mind doing. Until he learned that he’d need to arrive for the exam with a full bladder. A really, really full bladder. He began to dread the examination.
When the day came, he woke up in desperate need of the bathroom, like he always did. But, he was advised by Hugo not to waste his pee. “You might not fill up again in time for your appointment.”
River paused with his hand against the restroom door. Miserably, he shimmied his hips and said “It’s already an emergency, though…”
“I know, but your appointment is pretty soon,” Hugo told him.
River shuffled between his feet, gazing longingly at the bathroom. Just looking at the door was making his bladder squeeze. He didn’t think he could contain this until his appointment. At least, not ALL of it. He had an idea, but wasn’t sure if it would work. “Could I just go a little bit?” He asked.
“River—“
“I mean— I’ll pee for, like, ten seconds. Just so it’s not as bad. Then I’ll hold the rest of it, I promise.”
Hugo looked at him skeptically. Hugo had certainly never been capable of stopping a piss partway through. The way River was staring at him, his eyes filled with pure need, his body twitching and writhing through his desperation made Hugo REALLY want to give in. “Okay…” he said finally. “But, make SURE you stop.”
River nodded, gasping out a “Thanks!” As he shoved open the restroom’s door. Crossing his legs tightly, he opened the lid on the toilet, then pushed down his pants. His bladder was searing. Just being in this room was murder on the bloated organ. He lowered himself above the bowl, one hand gripped onto the sink counter beside the toilet for balance. Then, he leaned his upper body forward a little and finally allowed his urine to start pouring.
With a relieved breath, River thought to himself ‘Pretty soon, I’m not gonna have to piss this way anymore, I’ll be able to just go…’ He looked down, making sure his pee WAS falling into the toilet, rather than gushing too far forwards and hitting the seat. Once he’d confirmed he wasn’t making a mess, he started to relax further, his stream picking up speed. Ahhh, that was bett—
But then there was a knock on the door. “That’s been more than ten seconds, River,” Hugo called.
Oh, right… River wasn’t supposed to let himself finish. With a pained grunt, he clamped down on his holding muscles and tried to put an end to his flood. He restrained it, but a few more eager trickles managed to push their way out. Finally, he shoved a hand up against himself and held it there for a few seconds, and he was able to stop going. Something inside him felt like it was being pinched and he moaned loudly in pain. It took him several more seconds to manage to get his pants back up and leave the restroom.
“Did that help at all?” Hugo asked him.
River paused and considered it. His bladder was definitely irritated now, annoyed that it hadn’t been able to drain itself completely. But, he also didn’t feel the pressure all the way up to his ribcage anymore, so it was a LITTLE better. “I… I guess now I feel like I’m gonna burst in ten minutes instead of in ten seconds,” he said. “That’s gotta count for something.”
“That’s good,” Hugo said, then hesitated. “I… I know you aren’t gonna like this, but you should have one glass of water before we go…”
“I don’t think I’ve got anywhere to PUT it until I ‘go’,” River complained.
“You heard what they told you at the last appointment, you need to be… ‘full’.”
“I am beyond full already!” River said. “Please— I can’t fit anymore, I’ll—“
“Half a glass,” Hugo interrupted. “Okay? That a good compromise?”
River didn’t know if he could take even a SIP, but half a glass was still better than a whole one. “O—Okay, fine…”
Hugo went to the kitchen and retrieved a glass. River doubled over when he heard the sink come on, heard the water tinkling into the receptacle. The respite his ten seconds of relief had granted him was rapidly evaporating. And now he was gonna have to put MORE fluid into himself.
Hugo returned and held the glass out to River. River used the hand NOT shoved between his thighs to take it. He didn’t even think the glass was necessary, he half expected the sonographer to come in, see how utterly desperate he was, and say “Oh no, when we said ‘full’, we didn’t mean THIS full! Go let some of that out and come back!”
River forced the glass up to his lips and parted them. When the cool liquid coated over his tongue, he started to shudder. Swallowing it made it feel like an iron fist had slammed into his bladder. He forced himself to continue, forced himself to keep drinking, to keep filling up a container that was already at the edge of overflowing. He pulled the glass away from his mouth like it was full of molten lava. There was still a TINY bit of water left in the bottom, and he hoped Hugo wouldn’t make him finish it.
“Is that all you can do?” Hugo asked. “Just one more sip, River…”
River shook his head, like Hugo just requested him to pour acid all over his feet. “Please, no more… I— I need to actually MAKE IT to the appointment, remember?” As the words flew from his mouth, he realized he hadn’t even considered THAT possibility yet. He’d only been thinking about how horridly uncomfortable the drive would be, how torturous the exam itself would be.
He hadn’t thought about how he may actually have an accident before he even GOT there. There was a fairly good chance of that, too…
“Okay, okay,” Hugo said. “I guess by the time you’re there, you should be ready.”
“I am so fucking ready right now…” River mumbled. Beseechingly, he looked up at Hugo again. “Could I… Maybe… Have ANOTHER ten seconds before we—“
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, River. It sounded like you just barely stopped yourself the last time… Let’s just go. This won’t take too long, I promise. And the doctor’s office is really close. It’ll all be over before you know it!”
River frowned and chewed on his lip. He didn’t think this would be done quickly enough for him. His bladder was gnarled and angry, thrashing around and sending shooting pains up his back. He tried to recall if he’d ever needed it this badly before…
Hugo didn’t LIKE having to make River suffer like this. It made his chest hurt to deny River something he needed so horrifically. But, this was a step on the road to improving River’s life monumentally, one morning of (very severe) discomfort was a small price to pay. He hoped River would see it that way once it was all over.
He hoped River would MAKE it…
As Hugo drove, River fidgeted in the passenger seat, yanking desperately on his seat belt, trying out every position he could. He kept muttering curses to himself, occasionally just moaning “I have to peeeeee!” under his breath. His hands dug between his legs and his feet tapped constantly. “How far are we?” River asked suddenly.
“You’ve been there before, you know where—“
“How many more minutes!?” River groaned. “I— Ah— I can’t even see straight!”
“Maybe five more minu—“
“Holy fuck, stop the car, I gotta use a bush NOW.”
“River—“
“Ten seconds!” River blurted. “I won’t let it all out, just— Just please, another ten seconds, I NEED to—“
“We’re almost there, River,” Hugo promised. “This is important to you, isn’t it?”
“Yesssss,” River gritted. “I— I know that I have to do this, but— Christ, PISSING is super important to me right now, too!”
“I know it is, just hang on…” Hugo said.
They pulled into the parking lot and River scrambled out of the car. He jumped in place and held his crotch tightly. He didn’t care if anyone saw, he didn’t care if it was obvious that he was about to erupt like an overactive geyser. He was in the parking lot of a place that performed ultrasounds! He probably wasn’t the first person to be flailing and jiggling all around here.
Hugo had to guide him into the building and help him take a seat in the waiting room. River immediately scrunched up on himself, eyes glued closed as he took panicked, hurried gasps.
Hugo went to the receptionist and handled everything— No way could River do it himself right now. If HE tried to talk, all he’d be able to say is something along the lines of “For the love of God, PLEASE tell me I can use a fucking toilet soon!”
As Hugo filled out the paperwork, he spoke in a hushed tone. He knew River was beyond the point of caring, but he didn’t want to embarrass him. “And… Could you please try to call River back there as fast as you can? I’m sure you’ve seen this happen before, but he is… in VERY desperate need of the bathroom, and I’m not sure how much longer he can put it off.”
“Oh. Yeah. Everyone coming here for that needs to go,” the receptionist laughed. “A full bladder makes the scan better, so it’s actually awesome that he’s feeling uncomfortable.”
“I—It’s a little more than uncomfortable…” Hugo said. “Could you tell me how long it will take for him to be seen? Just so I can give him an estimate?”
“We’re a TINY bit backed up today,” the receptionist said. She was still smiling as she said it. Hugo was grateful River wasn’t here to see it, otherwise he may very well go ballistic. “But, we should get to him in about half an hour.”
Half an hour…
Hugo REALLY hoped River had that left in him.
Hugo took a seat beside River, whom was now folded in half and tying his legs in pained knots. “River, buddy, it’s gonna—“
“H—How much longer!?” River pleaded.
“Thirty minutes,” Hugo said.
River responded with an anguished moan, squeezing his thighs tightly around his clamped hands. That sounded like an eternity! Part of him wanted to get up, head over to the receptionist, and DEMAND that he be moved to the very FRONT of the line before he urinated all over the floor.
Hugo would not be pleased if he made a scene though, so he forced himself to remain in his chair and stay quiet. His bladder kept screeching and shouting for relief, though.
A girl on the other end of the room was clearly fighting hard not to pop, too. As River waited, he saw her get up and hobble to the receptionist’s desk multiple times. Eventually, she was speaking loudly enough that River could hear her.
“I’m about to wet my pants! I need to go next!”
Her voice pinged something in River’s brain, and it struck him that he actually KNEW this girl. Or, rather, he USED to. They’d gone to school together. He remembered her, her name was Becky. She and River had been lab partners in science class, back before River’s parents had evicted him and he’d needed to drop out of tenth grade.
River trembled for a different reason when he figured that out. He knew he looked a HELL of a lot different from how he had back then. He’d cut his hair a lot shorter, he’d dyed it blue. He had stubble on his face now. He didn’t have… the chest that he’d had before. Still, he worried that she’d recognize him, and that idea was frightening.
Even if Becky saw him, knew who he was and simply thought ‘Oh, I guess my old lab partner isn’t a girl anymore’, what if Becky then ran into his Mom and mentioned seeing him? What if Becky told his Mom what he’d looked like, how much progress he’d made? River had a terrible feeling that, if his Mom ever DID find out that he’d come this far, something absolutely awful would follow.
Luckily, Becky seemed too caught up in containing her bursting bladder to notice River and think that he may have looked like someone she used to know. River relaxed a bit then…
A bit TOO much. Fretting over Becky had distracted him from his bladder for a few minutes, and now his need was back in full force. His twisting and clutching could only help so much, and the pee inside him kept pushing so hard against his exit that he was trying not to cry.
When someone finally entered the waiting room and called his name, the relief River felt was astonishing. He forced himself onto his feet, rubbing his knees together as he limped off.
“River,” the nurse repeated. “Sorry it’s taken so long, we’ll see you in a couple more minutes.”
“But—“ River sputtered. “What— I— I’m about to—“
“I know,” the nurse said. “I see you DID come here with a full bladder— Good job! But, we’re going to have to push you back just a LITTLE bit, because one of the other patients waiting is having… A struggle. You’ll be RIGHT after her, though.”
Fuck! So if River HAD gone up to the receptionist and made a scene, they would have let him cut?! How was this fair?! He’d waited patiently and quietly! Why did Becky get to go first?! “But, I’m almost—“
Before he could finish, Becky had rushed over. “Thank you,” she gasped out. “I’m about to pee my pants, hurry up!”
“It’s alright,” said the nurse. “Follow me.”
Becky started to, and then she stared at River for an uncomfortably long second. River’s skin started to itch, and his need to pee skyrocketed to an astronomical level. A squirt managed to seep into his boxers, he felt the warmth seeping into his clutching hands. She’d recognized him! He was sure of it, and if she ever saw his Mom, she’d—
“I’m sorry,” Becky told him. “But, I’m sure you can wait— I can’t.”
River forced himself to return to his seat. He didn’t dare say a word to Becky. She might figure out who he was if she heard his voice. And… Also, if he spoke, he’d DEFINITELY say something like “No the fuck I CAN’T! My kidneys are SWIMMING! It’s supposed to be MY god damned turn, YOU wait!” And Hugo would NOT be happy with him after that.
Miserably, River sat back down, letting out a low moan as his waistband pinched into his hard, firm bladder. “Oooohhhh…”
Hugo looked at him. “I thought—“
“Th—They let someone cut me. That g—girl who kept g—going to the desk, and stuff…” River explained. He pulled his foot up into his seat and rocked frantically against it. “I’m going to piss my damned pants…”
Hugo patted his shoulder. It… REALLY wasn’t fair they’d let someone go ahead of River like that. Hadn’t they even LOOKED at him? River was obviously at the very brink of his endurance! “Y—You’re doing good,” Hugo encouraged. “You can handle this. Just a little bit longer.” He hoped River’s actual appointment would be over with quickly. He assumed it WOULD be, since all they were doing was checking if River HAD certain organs, they weren’t looking for any PROBLEMS with them. If he had ovaries, or just one, then it would be removed. If he didn’t have any, then nothing had to be done. Surely, it would only take a minute or two to confirm what was and wasn’t present inside River’s body.
“I can’t…” River was shaking his head. “I can’t wait, I have to— It’s SO fucking bad!”
“You can do it,” Hugo repeated. “Just… Just hold yourself tight, and—“
“I’ve been doing that for, like, two hours!” River exclaimed. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna have an accident… I can’t wait, I can’t do it. It hurts, it hurts…” He kept rambling for a few more minutes, until a door burst open and Becky ran through it, hands pressed firmly into her crotch.
“Ah— Where’s the—“ She dashed through the waiting room, flinging open the door to the single stall restroom. River watched in numb envy as she entered it, then lost another burst of pee into his boxers when he was able to clearly hear her stream.
“River…?” The nurse called, and River lurched to his feet, hobbling after him.
He was led into another room and instructed to pull down his pants and lift up his shirt to start the scan. River obeyed, not even feeling the embarrassment of disrobing. He needed this to be DONE, there was no time for self-consciousness. “Hurry,” River pleaded. “I am— I gotta piss like fucking crazy, and—“
“Lay down on the table,” the nurse interrupted.
River followed the instructions, then he was told to pull his boxers down a little bit from his hips, which he did. The nurse put some clear gel onto River’s lower belly and rubbed it in. River flinched and groaned as the cold hit his skin. “Oooh…”
The nurse put the scanner into the gel and slid it about. At first, it was pretty gentle, yet still enough to make River’s firm abdomen ache. But then, the device was pushed in more and more, and River was fidgeting and jerking, instinctively trying to escape the pain.
“Try to hold still,” the nurse said.
“I AM trying,” River said, managing to quell his squirms to light trembling. “But, I need to go so bad, it’s really hard!”
He looked at the images displayed on the screen, and couldn’t make much sense of them.
“Ah, well… There’s your bladder,” the nurse said. “Looks like you followed directions. It’s pretty stretched out, that’s what we like to see. Awesome job!”
River shuddered and grimaced. “Do you HAVE to poke me right there?”
The nurse removed the scanner and River felt slightly better now that the pressure was gone. But, then the nurse was putting it BACK on him again. It was no longer stroking his bladder, but it was still close enough TO it to make River wriggle.
“Hold it…” the nurse said.
“I have been!” River exclaimed. “I seriously just need to—“
“I meant stay still,” the nurse told him. “If you empty your bladder now, you will have to start over again. And if you keep moving around, this will take longer. I need you to keep still.”
River sucked in a sharp breath and forced his hips to stop bucking. He twitched under the weight of his aching bladder, and hoped that wasn’t too much movement. “Pl—Please hurry, I don’t wanna pee on the table.”
“I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying…” the nurse sighed. “It’s great that you’re feeling desperate, though. We’re going to have a really clear view…”
River gnawed on his lip as the device dug more into his skin, like it was trying to bore through him. He was beginning to get very, very dizzy. He heard the nurse continuing to talk to him, but River could barely make out a single word. When he managed to respond, it was just vague noises that didn’t convey any real meaning. River could scarcely believe this level of desperation was even possible. He half-expected one side of his abdomen to rip open and for piss to start exploding onto the table.
“Okay… Keep it still…” The nurse encouraged.
River’s thighs quivered, his toes curled inside his shoes. He gripped his fingers tightly into the paper he was laying on. He honestly couldn’t even tell if he’d started pissing himself or not. Parts of him were in agony and other parts had gone numb.
“Alright…” the nurse said finally. “Here… You were right, you were born without any ovaries, and you don’t have a uterus. A hysterectomy would be quite unnecessary in your case.”
River nodded. Good. Good. He wished they’d just taken his word for it, he liked to think his ‘hunches’ were almost always right. “O—Okay,” River said. “I thought so. I can still get phallo, right? This won’t change anything?”
“You can,” the nurse said. “All this means is you get to skip a step. See? It’s actually going to be a little EASIER for you.”
Nothing about today had been easy!
“Do you want to go down the hall and discuss that a little further? We’re done here, so—“
“Please don’t tell me I need a full bladder for THAT too!”
The nurse shook his head. “Oh… Oh right, you still need to—“
“NOW.”
“You’re free to void before you do anything else,” the nurse said. “Get up, wipe off the gel.”
River gingerly set himself down on the floor, taking shallow choppy breaths as he smoothed down his shirt. He moved his pants and boxers up slightly. He almost zipped his pants closed out of habit, but stopped himself. He was going to be pulling them DOWN in just a minute now, he wanted to be able to do that as fast as possible.
Then, he dashed out. He ran back through the waiting room so quickly that his surroundings blurred. The only thing he could see clearly was the door to the restroom he needed so, so badly… He shoved it open loudly, and is it slowly eased itself shut again, River was hopping between his feet and already pushing his pants down his legs. When he heard the door click, he pulled his boxers down as well and positioned himself over the toilet.
“Ohhhhhhh….” River moaned in ecstasy as his urine at last pumped itself free of its prison. He was spraying very forcefully, and some was hitting the seat, so he begrudgingly held back a little so it would slow down. Now that it was all landing in the bowl where it belonged, he let his eyes drift softly closed and lost himself to a world of relief.
He peed for so long that his legs started to wobble and ache from the strain of having to hold his position. When he was finally emptied, he let himself sit down all the way. He just stayed there for a moment, taking big, heaving breaths and rapidly blinking his eyes. He remained in a daze for a bit, until rapid, urgent knocks made him remember where he was and that OTHER people were desperate to do the thing HE’D just finished with. He stood and pulled up his pants, actually zipping them this time. He ran his hands under the sink for a few seconds, then left.
He felt like he was made of jelly. Really, really light, floaty, so-fucking-relieved jelly. He returned to his seat beside Hugo and sighed again. “Exam’s over. I feel fuckin’ amazing now,” he said.
“Told you that you’d make it,” Hugo said. He smiled. “And, wow, that’s the fastest I’ve ever seen you run!”
“Eheh…” River blushed. “I need to go back in there to talk to someone else about the surgery now,” he said. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
When he returned to discuss his surgery further, a few more appointments were made— Luckily, none of them involved River holding his bladder until he was too full to think.
After that, he needed to get all the hair removed from part of one of his arms. This wasn’t as simple as just shaving it off, because then the hair would just grow back. He had to have it taken off permanently. When he heard HOW that would happen, he got scared again. Someone was going to place a super fine needle into EVERY hair follicle in his arm, and that needle was going to deliver an electric current in order to kill the hair root. He didn’t think he liked the idea of a needle that was going to electrocute him, but it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as he’d thought it would. It was kind of like a bee sting, it definitely didn’t feel GOOD, but it wasn’t as excruciating as the description had made it sound.
The rest of the steps didn’t freak him out that much. After all, he was going to be knocked out for all of those.
In the end, once everything was complete, he woke up in a bed and he finally had a fully functional penis… It had a tube sticking out of it— a catheter— and that looked strange to him. He was REALLY glad it had been put in while he was still asleep.
But, the actual finished dick didn’t look odd at all. It didn’t look out of place, which was far beyond what he could have said about his previous parts. The penis just looked like it BELONGED there. That was the most interesting part to him about it, that the sight of a penis attached to his body DIDN’T shock him, it was just what he SHOULD have had all along.
Hugo had to help him out a lot while he recovered that time. He was having a ton of trouble moving around, and the catheter had to stay in for a bit and that had to be managed. Having a catheter in was really, REALLY weird. River was used to needing to pee every couple hours, but with that thing there, a lot of the time he didn’t feel any urge to go. But, OTHER times he’d have a sharp pain, and feel like he was desperate beyond all measures for a second, only for it to immediately go away.
River slept a whole lot, took a ton of painkillers. Sometimes his arm hurt, but apart from the random spasms in his bladder, his pelvic area never caused him pain. He knew it probably SHOULD have, but he suddenly felt so GOOD about that region of his body that the discomforts of healing weren’t registering.
When it was finally time for his catheter to be removed, he was supposed to pee at the hospital just to be absolutely certain that no complications had occurred. River wasn’t sure what part of the process had done it, but once the catheter was out, he immediately felt like he was about to go all over himself— Not that his bladder was full to bursting, but that he had almost no control over the muscles that controlled it. But, he was informed that his first attempt to urinate was not supposed to occur immediately after the catheter was gone. He was to wait instead.
The doctor must have noticed the panic on his face, “I— I know it probably feels like you need to go RIGHT now, doesn’t it? Your bladder might be a little irritated for a couple days, you could have some stinging when you pee, a bit of soreness in that area, and your urine might be pink. Some patients also experience ‘leakage’ or have accidents. But if any of that happens, don’t panic, it should stop after you’ve relieved yourself a few times.”
River wanted to relieve himself now… He wriggled. “I— I don’t know, it’s like I can’t remember how to hold it, everything feels really weird…”
“Steady breaths,” the doctor encouraged him. “You’re just anxious…”
River tried to even out his breathing, and the strange ‘wobbly’ feeling in his holding muscles faded a bit. Again, he didn’t feel like he desperately had to pee, merely that ‘holding it’ at all was a major challenge, like his body was trying to remember where all those muscles even were and what to do with them.
“Now, you should drink about one glass of water per hour, bacteria builds up when you’re using a catheter, so you’re going to need to flush out your system. Don’t drink any more than that, you don’t want to ‘overfill’ your bladder while it’s still recovering, or urination will become more difficult. Avoid caffeine, and try to urinate every two hours for the rest of today— And, of course, if you NEED to go more often than that, don’t try to hold it.”
He was soon handed a cup and instructed to go.
River understood then that he was supposed to relieve himself right where he was. He was, of course, allowed to turn around, but he had to stay in this room. His bladder felt so odd and difficult to hold onto that he didn’t mind, just placed the cup beneath his tip and told himself it was time to empty.
His heart was pounding, everything around his bladder felt different now in a way he wasn’t even sure how to describe, and when he didn’t start peeing right away, he got nervous. He’d been informed that sometimes there could be ‘blockage’ of some sort following an operation like his and hoped that hadn’t happened. Would the catheter have even worked right in that case, though? And the doctors had already done some examinations River hadn’t been able to parse and they didn’t SEEM to be concerned…
“River,” the doctor said, overhearing his heavier breathing. “Don’t panic if it’s taking a second, that’s perfectly normal. We only need to worry if it keeps up for a really long time. But, it’s important you don’t try to push or force it out, just focus on relaxing.”
River tried that, but ‘focusing on relaxing’ was not an easy thing to do. Relaxing wasn’t the sort of thing a person was supposed to THINK about, if they had to concentrate on doing it, then they couldn’t actually relax!
“Hang on…” the doctor said, reaching for the sink in one corner of the room. He cranked it on, letting the water flow into the basin.
River listened to the trickling gush, and exhaled slowly as a stream began to fill the cup. He watched it pouring from his tip, and it was a surreal thing to see. It was one thing to, at last, see a penis on his body, but now he knew it could do the same things any other guy’s penis could. As he’d been warned, the pink tinge to his urine was there, and his bladder throbbed a tiny bit as he went, nevertheless, just knowing that his ‘plumbing’ was in working order made him feel immensely better.
He’d filled the cup pretty high, which the doctor was pleased about, since it meant that River was able to fully empty himself now. “Feel like you got it all out?” He asked.
“Yeah…” River said, a little embarrassed.
River was told to call the office again if he had any problems, such as worsening pain, an inability to urinate, or if the pink color in his urine got darker.
But, River didn’t have issues like that, and he stuck to the drinking and peeing schedule he’d been prescribed. The first time he had to go back at home, he lifted the lid and started to get himself into the half-hovering-half-sitting position he’d always had to use before. He felt delirious with relief, and a touch silly, when he realized he was NEVER going to have to do that again.
He could finally just sit, adjust his member and go, and none of it would spray out where he didn’t want it. ‘Oh, wait…’ he thought. ‘Duh, I can stand up now, too!’ Wanting to try that, he turned around so he was facing the bowl. He enjoyed the feeling of his penis in his hands while he aimed it, it felt so right, he felt so complete… There was nothing about him that seemed out of place anymore, nothing about him that was missing.
He was certain that he was pointing his dick correctly, but when he relaxed and started to pee, it sloshed onto the edge of the seat at first. He flinched, blushing as he tried to correct it… But went too far and sprayed the OTHER edge. Finally, he ended up leaning forwards, so that his tip was pointing straight down into the bowl, and finished peeing that way.
Feeling VERY ashamed, River got some toilet paper and dabbed up all the spills that had landed on the seat… Which he NOW realized he was probably meant to have lifted up first. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to wipe his tip off at all; Urinals didn’t have toilet paper dispensers… River didn’t want to accidentally get a wet spot on his clothes, though, so he blotted it for a second just to be safe.
When River left the restroom, Hugo was on the sofa waiting for him. “Everything go okay? It didn’t hurt, did it? Do we need to call—“
“It was fine…” River sighed. “I’m not in pain… But…” He turned away, too embarrassed to continue.
“What’s the matter?”
“I… Er… I wanted to stand up, and… I sorta missed a little.”
“Did you clean it up?”
“Yeah…”
“Then it’s fine,” Hugo shrugged.
River sat down beside him. “Should I not have stood up?”
“River, I think if you gave up a piece of your arm to do it, you earned the right—“
“That’s not the only reason I wanted to have—“
“I know…” Hugo said. “But, why shouldn’t you stand?”
“Because I made a mess, and I’m bad at it.”
“It was only your first try,” Hugo told him. “Look at it this way, I learned how to aim when I was, like, three, so I’ve had a ton of practice. You’re learning to do it now, and there’s still time to catch up. I’m sure once you’ve done it a few more times, you won’t have any more trouble.”
River hoped that was true. The next time he went, he DID remember to lift the seat up, and that made it a bit easier, but he still ended up hitting the rim for several seconds, and even dripping a bit onto the floor. He cleaned it all up, and flopped back onto the couch when he was finished. Before Hugo could ask, River said “Don’t worry, I wiped it off…”
“Missed again?”
“Yeah… Not as bad, I don’t think. The seat was up this time, anyway.”
“I see… Y’know, it’s been a LONG time, but I kinda remember my Mom putting cheerios in the toilet bowl, and I was supposed to aim for them. I think it helped…”
“Do we have any?”
“Yeah,” Hugo said. “You wanna give that a try?”
River nodded.
And after that, it only took River five more tries before his aim was close to perfect.
***
“So, I guess that was kinda how I got re-potty-trained,” River said with a blush.
Duncan snickered, “Pfft… Hugo really IS basically your Dad, huh? He even taught you how to pee!”
“Yeah, I guess so,” River said.”Actually, I…” He gazed up at the ceiling, away from Duncan. “I dunno if this is weird but, like, a few times I’ve sorta… I’ve just BARELY stopped myself from accidentally calling him ‘Dad’.”
“Awww,” Duncan said, tugging River even closer and pressing him to his body. “That’s so cute. How do you think he’d react?”
“I dunno,” River admitted. “I mean, Hugo has— Er— He HAD a real son once before, and I had a real Dad, so—“
“Ummm…” It was Duncan’s turn to look away. “I hope this doesn’t come out wrong, but your ‘real’ Dad… Uh…”
“I know, he wasn’t much of a father, was he?” River said. “Hugo’s done more for me than either of my biological parents ever did. But, like, we’re still not each other’s REAL family.”
Duncan snuggled River, “I think we are a family,” he said. “The three of us. Family’s supposed to be the people you love and feel safe around, right? That’s how I feel when we’re together. When I was younger, I didn’t feel very safe at home with my parents, and you probably didn’t either.”
“I didn’t,” River agreed. “I meant what I’ve told you before, even after everything bad that’s happened to me, I always feel happy when I get up each morning, this is the first time that I’ve ever felt loved and at home.”
“Aww…” Duncan nuzzled him. “I bet if you ever DO end up calling Hugo ‘Dad’, he’ll be real happy.” |
Hugo sat at the kitchen table drinking some water. He was waiting for River and Duncan to wake up so that he could propose another day trip for them. But, THIS morning, it was going to feel more awkward greeting them. The bedrooms in the cabin were right next to each other, Hugo had overheard River’s moans during the previous night, urgently crying out Duncan’s name, telling Duncan how ‘good’ something felt.
Hugo had been EXPECTING that to happen sooner or later. River and Duncan were both adults, and Hugo could see how much they loved each other. They had every right to explore one another’s bodies if they wanted to. Really, Hugo was surprised that it had taken so long.
River was just like a son to him, though. Duncan was starting to feel that way, too. And it was awkward for a person to overhear their son having an orgasm.
He was happy that they’d both gotten to have such a nice night, though. Surely that had relieved a little of their tension.
They certainly seemed more relaxed when they entered the kitchen, they were laughing, and getting pretty touchy-feely with one another. Duncan kept tickling River and teasing him for the little squeaks and squeals he made. “You are just too cute…” Duncan told him, giving him a kiss before sitting down at the table. River sat beside him, holding his hand and smiling.
“Well…” Hugo cleared his throat. “I see you’re both in good moods this morning.”
“Yeah,” Duncan said.
“That’s nice,” Hugo nodded. “Do you guys feel up to going out today?”
To his surprise, both of them nodded right away. He didn’t even need to tell them where, or remind them of how he’d keep them safe. They just agreed, just like that!
“Okay,” Hugo said. “I was thinking we could go to the zoo.” Even though they were in much more agreeable moods than usual, he added; “It will be outdoors, and there will be lots of people around. It might be a LITTLE loud, and I guess some of the animals might make sudden noises, but I think it will be a good spot.”
Again, they nodded. Hugo breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped they kept… Enjoying each other. Awkward as it was to HEAR it, it sure seemed to be lifting their confidence.
***
As Duncan and River got dressed, Duncan reminded his boyfriend to pee before they left. It felt pointless, because River always DID pee before leaving home, it just did little to prevent desperate ordeals since his bladder filled up so quickly.
“I know, I know,” River said as he buttoned and zipped his pants. “Don’t worry, I NEVER forget that.” He reached for the shirt he’d lain out on the bed, but was stopped when Duncan wrapped his arms around him from behind. “Heh, what are you doing?”
“You’ve been shirtless for too long,” Duncan said. “I can’t help myself anymore, I gotta touch it…”
“Pfft,” River snickered. “Didn’t you get enough of me last night?”
“Never…” Duncan smoothed his hands over River’s chest, feeling his nipples and rubbing them gently, River wriggled. “Sensitive there?” He asked.
“Just a bit…” River admitted.
Duncan continued to caress River, sucking on his ear-lobe. When he did THAT he was rewarded with a low moan. “Ohhh,” Duncan said. “You like this, huh?”
“I do,” River agreed. “But— Gotta get dressed now, remember? And you reminding me to pee over and over kind of made me need to go.”
“Awww,” Duncan said, releasing him. “Can we do more tonight?”
“Of course,” River agreed. “I…” He pulled his shirt on, then rubbed his hands against his pants nervously. “I don’t know if this is a stupid thing to say, but… I’m really thankful for last night, for how much you were checking in on me, and everything… You made me feel safe, and I’ve never felt that way when having sex before, so just… Thank you.”
Duncan went to hug River. It hurt something deep inside of him to hear River admit that he’d never felt safe while getting intimate before. Sex wasn’t supposed to be scary. He was relieved to hear River tell him again that he’d done a good job, though. Duncan was still worried about messing it up, doing something that frightened his boyfriend instead of something that made him feel good. “You’re welcome… When we do more, I want you to promise me something, okay? If anything starts feeling bad, please tell me right away. I’ll stop as soon as you tell me.”
“Okay,” River said. “I promise.”
“Good…” Duncan kissed him. “I want you to know that you’re always gonna be safe with me. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
***
River, of course, did remember to pee before leaving the cabin. Duncan nearly walked out without it, and River had to remind him, laughing. “You told me to ‘be sure and pee’ SO many times, and now you’re forgetting it yourself!”
Duncan blushed as he hurried off to empty his bladder. When he sat down on the toilet and felt the release flow out of him, he was grateful for River’s reminder— He hadn’t noticed how sharp the pressure in his bladder actually WAS until he’d allowed it to ease.
A while later, Duncan realized he would have been in a LOT of trouble if he’d neglected to pee prior to leaving. The drive to the zoo was longer than he’d expected it to be. Not that he’d had many clues about that. He had no idea where it was located— He didn’t know where much of ANYTHING was in the area in which he now lived. He’d been there for almost a full year, yet he still couldn’t say where a single thing was in relation to his cabin.
He knew that was bad. He should know the area just fine by now. He should have already explored most of it. He just… Hadn’t.
River’s small bladder detested the long ride more than Duncan did. After a while, he was forced to speak up; “Hugo? How much further? I need to use the bathroom soon…”
Hugo didn’t bother asking River if he’d peed back at the cabin or not— He KNEW he had. Poor guy just had to go so often. “We’re close,” he promised. “Probably about fifteen more minutes.”
“Okay,” River said, crossing his ankles. He could handle fifteen minutes. He was uncomfortable, and he wanted to use the toilet as SOON as they arrived, but he didn’t feel that threatening tremble that came when he was truly desperate.
By the time they arrived, River’s knee was bouncing. He hoped there was a bathroom right beside the entrance. Now that they’d reached their destination, his holding muscles were starting to flutter a little bit, anticipating relief even though River still wasn’t sure how close to it he was.
He got out of the car, cringing as his legs tingled. They’d fallen asleep in the car, and now they stung a bit. He shifted from side to side, both to work out the cramps and to quell the more insistent pangs now flaring up in his bladder.
Duncan was next to him right away, taking his hand and squeezing it. River hoped he’d be able to talk here. He was such a chatter-box at home, it was frightening to see him lose his voice when they went outside.
They went to the entrance and bought tickets, once they were through the gate River spotted a set of restrooms, but could see they were closed for cleaning at the moment. He tensed his thighs and looked away.
Hugo noticed as well. “Want to try to find another bathroom before we do anything else?”
River shook his head. It wasn’t an emergency. He could handle waiting a while longer. He was sure he’d find somewhere to go before his need got too intense. He was aware of how quickly he could fill up, but was confident that a venue frequented by families with young children would have tons of restrooms. He didn’t want to make Duncan and Hugo focus on locating a toilet for him, they’d come here to have fun and relax.
River was able to stay mostly calm for a while. This place felt safe to him, and watching the animals play was soothing. He especially liked the various species of big cats. They were so deadly, but when most of them just laid around and slept, it was hard to believe that. It looked like he could walk right up and pet them.
“I always wanted a cat,” River said to Duncan. “Mom said no pets, though. Did you ever have any?”
Duncan nodded, gripping River’s hand more firmly.
Lately, when they went out, River tried to ask Duncan more open-ended questions, things he wouldn’t be able to just nod or shake his head to, things that would prompt an actual response. So, he pressed on; “What kind?”
“My family had a dog when I was younger…” Duncan said. “She always liked my sister better, though. Since I was away most of the year at boarding school, I didn’t get to spend much time with her. She kind of just thought I was a stranger any time I came home.”
River had been aware that Duncan had a sister, but he didn’t speak about her very much. All he knew about her was that she was a lot younger than Duncan, and that even before The Organization, and Duncan’s need to make it appear as though he didn’t exist, he seldom talked to her. “Your sister didn’t go to the same school?”
Duncan shook his head. “It was my idea to switch to the boarding school. I was getting bullied too much at the one I’d been going to before…Dad gave me the choice of staying where I was or going to his old school, and I thought things would be better if I switched.” He shrugged, eyes flicking to River’s, then back to his feet. He wriggled them. “So… You’ve never had pets?”
“No,” River said. “I mean, I had a Tamagotchi for a while, if that counts. I guess I was pretty attached to it, but when I came out my Mom took everything from my room except for the mattress and the lamp. Took away the door, too. She thought that I only ended up this way because of video games and books, so if she removed all of that, then I’d go back to what she wanted.”
“I’m sorry,” Duncan said. “I guess you never got any of your stuff back?”
“Nope,” River said. “I always lost stuff. Anything I had, my Mom would take it away eventually. Or it would get stolen when I was homeless, or I’d have to pawn it eventually since food was more important. That’s why I…”
Duncan thought back to when they’d been escaping. As they’d run, River hadn’t released his wrist for a second, hadn’t even loosened his grip. It had remained strong and firm, protective. He’d always walked in front of Duncan, so he’d be the first around any corner. When they were confronted by members of The Organization who’d tried to execute them right where they stood, River had fended them off, suffering injuries but always shielding Duncan from the worst of it.
River had had so many of the things that made him happy taken away from him, he’d been willing to do anything to keep it from happening again.
And he was still so protective of Duncan, any time they were outside he held him close, he never let him out of his sight. Even when they were asleep, he clung to him, needing the constant reminder that he was there, that he hadn’t been taken, that there was one thing he’d managed to save and keep.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Duncan said softly.
“I know,” River said. “If anyone tries to take you away from me, they’re going to have a hard time doing it.”
Duncan felt some tension ease from his shoulders, and he hadn’t even noticed it was there. He realized he’d been needing some assurance as well, that he was with someone who’d always try to protect him. “Do you think Hugo can find you a new Tamagotchi somewhere?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” River said. “I guess that would be kind of nice. Like I said, what I’ve always wanted the most is a cat.” He gestured to the lions they’d been observing. “Probably not one that big, though.”
Duncan smiled. “It could guard us,” he said.
“Heh, maybe… I don’t think it would fit in the cabin, though. And… Uh…” River paused, he was beginning to feel quite uncomfortable, he delicately crossed his legs as he registered a few more severe pulses of need in his abdomen. He quickly moved his legs apart, but Duncan had noticed.
“Need to go now?” Duncan asked. He turned around, finding Hugo a few paces away from them. “Tell Hugo you have to pee.”
“He knows,” River said. “And, it’s not THAT bad. I’m sure there will be another bathroom around here soon.” He started to walk away from the lion enclosure, Duncan still clinging to his hand.
Hugo followed them. “What did you want to see next? River, do you still have to use the toilet?”
“Yeah, but I’m fine,” River promised. “I’ll go as soon as I see a place.”
“If you want to just start looking for one—“
“I’m alright,” River insisted. His bladder was rippling more and more insistently, but he still refused to be alarmed by it. This was a big place, no way were the closed restrooms the only ones here, there would be plenty of opportunities for relief if they just kept exploring.
He could feel his pee sloshing in time with each of his steps, though. That WAS a little troubling, the liquid battering up against his sphincters made for quite an urgent sensation, and he had to continually clench and unclench his thighs as he moved. He kept glancing around, searching for any sign that may direct him towards a restroom, but he couldn’t find any just yet.
River reminded himself they were still close to the entrance, and to the restrooms he hadn’t been able to use earlier. It made sense that they hadn’t found another just yet.
They entered an area filled with concessions stands, and River grew hopeful that a restroom would be near it. But, as he turned about, he failed to spot one. He did, however, see one stand selling ice drinks, a machine behind the counter was filled with liquid that was being sloshed and splashed around. The liquid filling River was moving around in the same way, and he bent forwards a little, trying to angle his hips in such a way that they put some pressure against his opening.
Duncan was looking at the drink stand too, and the sight of the fluid was making him a little uncomfortable as well. Just, not for the same reason as River. Seeing a big container filled with such a cool, refreshing looking drink reminded him that he hadn’t had much water today. His throat was tinged with a painful dryness, tongue thick and heavy. “Mmmf…”
“Duncan…?” River asked in response to his muttering groan. “Need something?”
Duncan trembled a little. He’d been able to talk to River when they were near the lions, but that was because there weren’t as many people, and the sight of sleeping cats was a calming one. Here, there were more strangers working at the stands or lined up in front of them, Duncan couldn’t remember how to work his voice…
He lifted a hand and pointed at the drink stand.
“Thirsty?” River guessed, trying not to be too disappointed that Duncan had forgotten how to speak again. He’d been doing well a few minutes ago, maybe this issue was something that was just going to switch off and on for him.
Duncan nodded. He suddenly felt like he could drink an entire lake.
“You want me to get you something to drink?” Hugo gathered. “Your favorite is Cola, right?”
More nodding.
Hugo hesitated. If Duncan was getting thirsty, that meant River probably was too… But, Hugo had spent enough time with River to know how fast any fluid he drank would begin to appear inside his bladder. They still hadn’t found a bathroom… “River… You want any fruit punch?”
“Okay,” River said. His bladder twinged at the thought of more liquid, he rubbed his free hand against his midsection in an attempt to soothe the pangs away. He WAS thirsty, and he doubted that anything he drank now would filter through him before he located a restroom. They were probably just a couple minutes away from one right now.
Hugo got them both their drinks and took them to a nearby bench to sit down. Duncan drank his soda far more eagerly, chugging down big, fizzy gulps. River slowly sipped at his own cup, every time he swallowed he felt his bladder throb, tingling with the warning that this might not be such a great idea. His throat felt soothed by the liquid, though, imploring him to finish the entire cup.
Once Duncan had drained his, he felt loads better. He smacked his lips a few times and smiled at River. “Ahh,” he said. “I was getting really thirsty.”
River smiled back, pleased to hear his voice once more. “Me too,” he agreed. He moved to stand up, the action jostling his still expanding bladder. He tensed all of his lower muscles, straining his sphincters and bobbing a couple times on his heels. He got the surge under control, but now he could feel pressure right at the base of his dick, and when he started walking again, the inner-walls of his bladder almost felt ticklish. They were trembling and spasming hard, buzzing with the force of his need.
That drink may have done him a bit more harm than good. He was sure none of it had actually HIT his bladder yet, but knowing that more liquid was on its way when it was already difficult to hold onto what he HAD was a little nerve-wracking.
They stopped to observe a monkey enclosure. The monkeys were cute, and full of energy, running all over the place. River’s desire to pee was forgotten for a moment in favor of watching them. But, before long, River realized he’d been paying a bit MORE attention to the trees the monkeys were climbing. They had thick stumps, thick enough for a person to hide behind and be completely concealed, just in case they wanted to do something private…
River tried his best to force that thought from his mind. The trees were behind bars, so he couldn’t DO anything with them. And, while he didn’t know how the monkey’s social hierarchy worked, he figured that ‘marking his territory’ in their home would be seen as offensive and possibly as a declaration of war.
Since he was now fantasizing about relieving himself in less-than-acceptable ways, that was a pretty good sign that his situation was starting to get a bit critical. His pants were beginning to feel a little too tight, and he sort of wanted to unbutton them. The fabric of his waistband was taut around his bladder, confining it and pressing it in uncomfortably. Every slight movement he made placed more pressure onto it, until he was crouching a little and trying not to let his knees wobble too much.
“Okay,” River said finally, rubbing his ankles together. Wow, he was full… And he doubted if all that fruit punch had finished flowing into his bladder yet. “I really have to go now, and I still haven’t seen any restrooms.”
Hugo glanced back at him, “Do you want to focus on finding one now?”
River shuffled his feet, his bladder thrashing tyrannical. A twitching throb forced him to cross his legs around one another. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m sorry, I thought I would have noticed one by now, but I just haven’t, and—“
“It’s alright, River,” Hugo said. “We’ll just find a map or something.”
“O—Okay,” River said.
They left the monkey enclosure and wandered around for a bit, searching for either a bathroom or a map that could direct them to one. They weren’t able to find either, though, and River was starting to get a tad frantic. The calm he’d managed to maintain so far throughout the trip was rapidly vanishing as he kept thinking back to the cup of fruit punch he’d stupidly drank when he’d believed a toilet would be EASY to find. All of that liquid was now stuffed inside his body, and he didn’t know when he’d be able to release any of it. The uncertainty made his bladder strain harder.
He palmed his crotch a few times as they walked, at last moving to unbutton his too-tight pants. He bit back a fluttery sigh as his bladder was given a little more space to expand. The relief of that only lasted a few seconds, because then he was able to clearly feel the way the bottom of his shirt rubbed against his lower abdomen, taunting the quivering muscles there.
At last, they found a restroom but, rather than relieved, River’s bladder only felt even more confined. He was not at all confident that he would be able to restrain his need through the entirety of the long line stretched out in front of him.
In his mind, he tried to convince himself that the line was actually a good thing. Empty public restrooms frightened him and he couldn’t even relax enough to use one. Therefor, since this one was so crowded, he’d feel safe and have no trouble emptying himself once his turn came.
Trouble was, he knew he wouldn’t have any trouble emptying himself BEFORE then, either. He took his spot at the end of the line, Duncan and Hugo behind him. River was a lot more self-conscious about his squirming now, if he fidgeted while waiting for a urinal, then the reason for his discomfort would be obvious. It was so hard to contain his heavy, swollen bladder WITHOUT moving around, though!
He lifted his feet from the ground, one right after the other, jogging in place. He hoped he merely looked bored, but he couldn’t even fool himself; He looked like a man in desperate need of a bathroom. His bladder was so engorged that he could barely stand it, and he couldn’t fight back the small whimpering noise that bubbled in his throat.
Duncan tightened his grip on River’s hand, hating to see him in so much distress when they’d been having such a nice time at first. He could see that River had parted the button on his pants, giving him a small peek at his boyfriend’s boxers, and the slight curve of his belly that looked a little rounder than it usually did. Poor thing, he really WAS full…
He watched as River pinned his hand to his crotch before quickly yanking it away, rapidly bouncing on his toes instead. His whole body went stiff for a moment, then returned to its anxious wriggling.
The line moved forward a few paces, but River didn’t move with it. Apparently, he was too caught up in the urgent aches firing through him to notice that he was suddenly a little closer to relief.
Hugo had to tap him to get him to walk again.
“Mmmf…” River mewled, needing to grab at his crotch again before he could take a step. His bladder was shaken roughly by just those few tiny paces, and the door to the restroom still looked SO far away. Liquid beaded up in his urethra and began to slowly trickle forth. It was a thin, sluggish stream, nowhere close to the waterfall he was trying so hard to prevent, but he couldn’t get it to stop coming out!
River shook his legs frantically as he tried his best to regain his control. He had to go so bad! He couldn’t hold it through this whole line! He was going to pee on the ground really soon! His bladder throbbed, begging him to relax himself all the way, continuing to force out its drippy little stream. He tucked the hand back between his thighs, feeling it grow soggy within seconds. His pants were dark enough to conceal any wetness, but he could feel that they were becoming soaked. “Nnnh, I’m already pissing…” he choked out softly. “I can’t hold it…”
Duncan tried to stroke his arm for comfort, but River wouldn’t stop shaking. Duncan’s chest hurt at the sight, at the idea that his partner might have an accident in public if the line didn’t speed up. When they were able to move forwards again, Duncan practically had to drag River, fighting to ignore the moan it drew from his lips, and the unmistakable hiss indicating that he’d released a substantial gush of his burden.
“Ah—!” River gasped out. That last leak had felt like a lot, he could feel warm rivulets spilling down the hand clamped around his dick. For a second, it had actually felt good to pee forcefully like that. For a second, the unbearable pressure he’d been under all day had lifted. It hurt him badly to have to pinch it off.
His heart was starting to beat wildly, he really felt like he was on the verge of an accident— Technically, he was already having one, but he didn’t want to accept it. He was in public! People were going to stare, it was going to… To attract attention, and what if a member of The Organization was here? What if he was recognized just because he’d failed to hold his bladder and had caused everyone to stop and get a good, long look at him?
He needed to hold it, he couldn’t let anything else out. He’d spilled a lot into his pants, so that meant he could restrain the rest of it. But, even as he told himself this, he knew that it wasn’t true. Now that his boxers were sodden, the wetness was a cruel tease to his bladder. Now that he knew what it felt to let go of a little, the desire to push out the rest was strong. It was almost overwhelming, and he thought that if he was in this state at home, struggling to hold back while Hugo or Duncan was in the shower, he would have just given up by now. He would have accepted his fate and allowed the puddle to form around his feet.
He couldn’t let that happen here, though. As tempting as it was to simply admit defeat, accept that his bladder was filled beyond its capacity, and just let it release, he couldn’t allow himself to give in. Even IF no one with ties to The Organization was here, there were still a lot of people. He didn’t want to be watched as he unleashed a typhoon down his legs. Especially since a lot of the people in line ahead of him were little boys with their fathers. The thought of having an accident in front of kids who hadn’t even been out of diapers for that long was mortifying.
River’s body didn’t want to listen, his bladder was cracking apart, and he was wetting himself. The slow trickle and occasional spurting gushes escalated into a real stream, hissing loudly as it soaked through the crotch of his pants and billowed out into his cupped hand. River was losing control right there in public. The backs of his eyes started to burn. ‘No, dammit,’ he thought. ‘Don’t cry. That’s the only way you could make this worse!’
Duncan heard River starting to flood himself and he went rigid, the same way he did when something scared him. He didn’t know what to do! He could see a stream leaking out of the bottom of one of River’s pant-legs, could see a tiny dark patch forming on the ground, could see River still clutching and bouncing and fighting SO hard to make it stop…
Duncan let go of River’s hand, feeling insecure and untethered without it, but when he saw River immediately cram it between his legs he knew he’d done the right thing. River crossed his legs, doubled over, and the hissing noise finally ceased.
Duncan was sure the sound hadn’t stopped because River was done, because he still looked utterly miserable with intense need. He was still bursting, the puddle at his feet seemingly hadn’t brought him any relief.
“Do you want to ask to cut?” Hugo inquired from behind them. “River… You’re…”
River shook his head frantically, and Duncan didn’t understand why. It was obvious River needed the bathroom worse than anyone ahead of him did. He didn’t think River would be ashamed to ask, River was usually pretty pushy about needing to pee. Always muttering for him or Hugo to ‘hurry up’ if they’d beaten him to the toilet.
Duncan sometimes caught himself rushing River when their roles were reversed and he was having an extreme emergency, usually brought on by a sneeze or bout of laughter. Luckily, that had only ever happened at home so far. Duncan had never had to beg a stranger to hurry up because he’d sneezed too hard in public and his bladder suddenly forgot how to stay closed. Good thing too, Duncan didn’t think he’d be able to ask a stranger for tha—
Oh…
Duh.
River was scared of strangers now, just like Duncan was. Of course he didn’t want to talk to one, of course he didn’t want Hugo to speak to one on his behalf. After everything that had happened, River didn’t trust anyone, and was frightened of what would occur if he inconvenienced a complete stranger.
River had managed to plug his faucet closed again, no longer urinating quite so copiously into his pants, but even with all he’d let out, his bladder didn’t feel that much better. It had felt like he’d been peeing for ages, the shock and humiliation of that uncontrollable gush warping his sense of time, but really it couldn’t have been happening for more than a few of seconds. Nowhere near enough time to get a decent amount out of him.
His pants were now clinging stickily to him, and it sure FELT like he’d unleashed an ocean into them, but judging by the intense, cramping aches in his bladder, it couldn’t have been that much. When he glanced down and saw the small puddle beside one of his shoes, that confirmed it. He’d wet himself, but not enough to make a dent in his still VERY full bladder. He still needed relief so badly that it hurt.
The line moved again, and River was finally actually IN the restroom, but for now, that only meant he had to listen to a whole host of noises that he could really do without hearing. Toilets and urinals flushing, streams spraying… The control he’d regained was slipping away from him quickly, and a warm droplet formed on his tip to seep into his still drying boxers.
His holding muscles seemed to be forgetting their purpose, when he tried to clench, they instead squeezed inwards around his bladder, trying to pump out the liquid trapped inside him. If it wasn’t for the vice grip he had around his dick, he would have been letting loose again. His hands were the only things restraining the flood now, and they felt clammy and pruny from how much he’d already drenched them.
The guy ahead of him finally got to go, and River bit back a moan. His turn was next, just a few more seconds. He could get most of his piss into an actual toilet if he just managed to hang on a few more seconds!
One of the stalls unlocked, and the door was left wide open and inviting. River could partially see the now vacant toilet from where he was standing, and his bladder pushed out another involuntary release at the tantalizing sight.
But, River didn’t… Stalls were uncomfortable for him now. He didn’t like how cramped they were, he didn’t like being locked inside somewhere that was tight and dark, it frightened him. It made it hard for him to pee.
Hugo nudged him again, trying to point out the stall, but River just… He didn’t think he’d be able to use it. He’d try but, even with as bad as he needed to go, he knew he’d be too scared to relax and pee. He needed a urinal, where he’d be able to stay visible, and the walls wouldn’t feel like they were closing in on him. His sphincters burned, protesting his decision to keep waiting when there was a toilet RIGHT there, but it only took a second for a urinal to open up and he rushed to it instead.
As River fought to pull down his zipper— grateful to himself for having already taken apart his buttons— Duncan realized he needed to pee as well. Not as badly as River obviously needed it, but if the lines were going to be like this ALL day, he knew better than to miss his chance now.
River heard the stall door shutting as Duncan went in. He finally freed his dick and pointed the dripping thing at the urinal. Glassy eyed, he unleashed a moan as his pelvic muscles all went slack and a heavy stream rained thunderously against the porcelain. He hadn’t even needed to tell himself to start pissing, just the sound of his zipper coming apart had instructed his bladder to begin emptying whether River gave the permission or not.
Duncan sat down in the stall and he actually DID need to tell himself to pee. However, to his dismay, his bladder didn’t follow his instructions. He felt pressure at the base of his cock, he definitely NEEDED to go, but nothing would come out. He was more focused on how awfully small and confining the stall was, and on how neither River nor Hugo would be able to see him for however long he was in here.
Uncomfortable, he stood and pulled his pants back up, his bladder twinging as he raised himself off the toilet without releasing a drop. He needed to get himself emptied, he was being inundated with sharp throbs, his body trying to warn him that it would be a terrible idea to leave this room without peeing.
Unsure, he unlocked the stall door and let it swing open, he saw there was an open urinal next to River, so he stood at that one to try again. It had been a while since he’d last stood up to pee, and he didn’t really like that he now had his back turned to everyone. That didn’t scare him nearly as badly as being concealed and locked inside a stall had, though. He knew Hugo was still in the room with him and River, so he would be watching over them.
Duncan relaxed and sighed contentedly as his earlier drink flowed down his pipes to spatter into the urinal. He hadn’t realized how uncomfortable the pressure in his bladder actually WAS until he’d managed to release it.
Beside him, he could hear River gushing away, panting heavily as he enjoyed his badly needed piss. Duncan tried to ignore that, he tried to ignore that River was right next to him with his cock out, making those breathy, pleasured noises. He tried not to peek.
Not peeking was never easy for Duncan. In his old life, before The Organization, when he’d been able to go out more often, he had to stop at urinals more frequently. If someone was right beside him, it was always so tempting to glance over. He knew he shouldn’t, he knew it made him a pervert, he knew if anyone ever CAUGHT him, he could be confronted for it. But, the urge to do it was ALWAYS there.
It was there and VERY intense now. He’d watched River pee before, he’d stared directly at his cock as he’d relieved himself several times now, and River hadn’t minded it. They were in public now, though, Duncan had to keep his eyes on his own stream. Hell, now that he’d finally gotten to play with River’s dick, he shouldn’t want to sneak a glance at it so badly anymore. Judging by how much River had enjoyed last night, Duncan was going to have plenty more opportunities to see it.
But, if anything, now that he was so much more familiar with River’s cock, he wanted to look at it even more. He just couldn’t help himself, his eyes shifted to glance at River’s member. It looked as fantastic as it always did, but Duncan also noticed the ferocious stream still erupting from its tip. It was like a faucet, strong and loud and not slowing down in the slightest, like River’s body was so desperate to be empty that it was fighting to push everything out as fast as it could. Wow, poor River had needed to GO…
When River was finally all done, Duncan watched him shake off, a couple droplets trickling down his shaft. For whatever reason, the urine-factor didn’t make the sight of River shaking his cock any less arousing, and Duncan was disappointed when River put it back away and zipped his pants. He knew that, with River finished peeing, he no longer had a reason to keep his dick out, but Duncan wished he’d waited a couple more seconds.
Duncan’s own release came to a stop then, and he zipped up to follow River to the sinks. His face felt warm as he replayed the image of River with his hand on his dick over and over. He cursed himself, looking at River had been a delightful treat, but now he felt himself getting a bit of a semi and knew he’d have to think of something else before he became hard.
They realized Hugo had gone into one of the stalls for a pee, so they waited for him before leaving the restroom. Once outside, River whispered to Duncan; “Did you like what you saw?”
Duncan flushed. “You noticed?”
“You were staring, I couldn’t NOT notice.” |
Hey guys this is the third story in my series. It’s much shorter and more to the point than previous ones! Enjoy! ♥️
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Caitlyn was collecting her things, preparing to leave the bar she was spending the night at with her friends.
“Hey are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home, Caitlyn?” Her friend asked.
“Oh noo! I am totally fine don’t worry about me! My apartment is near i’ll be there in a flash.” Caitlyn said.
“Well you had much to drink, and besides there are rumors that a monster lurks in the dark alleyways after midnight and preys on solo venturers. And it’s half an hour past midnight now. I just wanted to keep you company and make sure you’re safe.” Her friend said putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Ohhh it’s probably just a hoax, i don’t believe any of that none sense! Monsters don’t exist!” Caitlyn said waving her hands dismissively.
“Yeah you might be right.” Her friend said nodding.
“Alright excuse me now i am gonna run! I really need to pee too i drank too much! I can’t believe the bar’s bathroom is under maintenance at a time like this!” Caitlyn said with disappointment in her eyes.
“Alright take care, Caitlyn. And just text me when you get home.” Her friend said worryingly.
Caitlyn then rushed out of the bar door and began walking towards her home. She was wearing pretty tight short denim shorts, a white blouse and white sneakers.
She started shuffling towards an alleyway that she’s supposed to go through to reach her apartment at the other side of the street.
It was pretty dark and she instantly remembered her friend’s words. She looked around carefully but there was nothing.
“Pfftt.. what am i doing! There certainly isn’t a monster lurking around here.” Caitlyn said sarcastically and started moving slowly through the dark alleyway.
Suddenly she saw the manhole in the middle of the alleyway slowly opening. She stopped her advance feeling goosebumps all around her body. Her bladder seemed to have ached harder for a release in her nervousness. She immediately grabbed her crotch.
“Uhh.. probably someone doing maintenance in the sewers.” She said dismissively in order to calm herself down. With a hand over her crotch she started to resume her advance slowly walking close by the opened manhole. She peeked inside but it was dark and she couldn’t see anything.
As she finally seemed to relax and shake her head denyingly while proceeding through the alleyway, a giant hairy hand with black claws emerged from the manhole immediately grabbing her leg.
She started screaming in her shock and what scared her even more is when she looked down at her feet and realized what’s holding her down. A giant ambiguous hairy clawed hand.
Without any warning her bladder began leaking its contents into her shorts. She started uncontrollably wetting her denim shorts in her fear. A small wet dark patch started expanding on the front then quickly expanded around her butt.
She screamed some more as the urine stream grew stronger and it started leaking from both sides of her legs; Flowing down her bare legs and onto the monster’s hairy hand.
The monster didn’t budge and kept holding her legs pinning her down. She looked around quickly and reached for a broken pipe on the wall. She grabbed it and started hitting the monster’s hand while screaming.
The monster finally let go, and as soon as it did Caitlyn trampled on the ground. She immediately looked behind her to find the monster somehow squeezing out of the manhole like a cat. She was mesmerized and couldn’t move a muscle in her fear.
The monster finally came out. It was gigantic standing tall and wide over poor Caitlyn. Its entire body was covered with thick gray hair. Only a pair of red eyes appeared in that mess of a hair. Its dark claws growing longer and longer as it growled at Caitlyn. Somehow something this big as this monster could fit through something as small as a manhole.
Caitlyn couldn’t hold her bladder anymore in her terror, profusely pissing the remainder of her urine in her shorts and all over the ground beneath her creating a puddle that expanded to the monster’s hairy feet.
As soon as the monster looked down at Caitlyn’s puddle touching its feet Caitlyn made a run for it. She crawled backwards quickly and somehow stood up and gained her balance running outside of the alleyway and screaming for help.
She heard distant sirens and started screaming for them to stop. “HELP PLEASE!! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!”
The police car pulled over and saw Caitlyn running out of the dark alleyway with urine soaked shorts and a urine trail behind her as she screamed and cried.
They quickly pulled her behind them and looked towards the dark alleyway.
“What’s wrong? What are you running from?” The policeman asked.
“A.. a.. a monster!” Caitlyn said between her sobs. Both police officers looked at each other and laughed.
“A monster you say?” One policeman said sarcastically.
“What’s the situation.” A voice over the radio said.
“Uhh not much, we found a girl running soaked in her own urine saying that she was chased by.. a monster ha.” The policeman said.
“Oh it’s one of those days ha.” The voice over the radio said.
“Yup she’s probably drunk, we’ll have a look and then get her back home.” The policeman said then pointed a gun towards the alleyway as he walked slowly inside looking around with his partner.
There was nothing. No sign of anything around. They pulled Caitlyn with them to have a look. She found nothing and even the manhole was closed.
“See anything here that says monster?” The policeman asked.
“Wha..what.. that can’t be! I swear there was a monster here! It was hairy and had these terrible eyes and giant claws!” Caitlyn said in her disbelief.
“Ehh.. you probably had too much to drink tonight. It’s obvious from that wet patch on your shorts.. seems like you already expelled that liquid.” The policeman said as he looked down at Caitlyn’s wet shorts.
Caitlyn was embarrassed and immediately covered her shorts with her hands. Was she actually really hallucinating?
The policemen took her to the police car and put her in the backseat to give her a ride home.
“I.. i am sorry i made your seat wet..” Caitlyn blushingly said.
“Eh it’s fine, you’re not the first. This seat had seen a fair share of wet pants. Mostly drunk people like yourself and other people who are too afraid when they get arrested that they just piss themselves.” The police officer said.
Caitlyn then looked one last time at the alleyway to confirm that there was nothing as they drove off to her house. And there really wasn’t. She believed that these were hallucinations after what her friend had said. She drank too much after all and it was probably the after effects.
‘I am home and you wont believe what just happened to me! I totally just soaked myself in fear! I think your story got to me and i imagined a monster grabbing me in an alleyway. You wont believe it but two officers found me and escorted me home. I sat in my wet shorts the whole ride it was really embarrassing!’ Caitlyn texted her friend and then went for a hot shower to relax.
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Two men were standing in what seemed like a futuristic office. They both wore black fedoras and black coats. One of them was bald and he seemed disappointed.
“Could you explain why didn’t you record the incident at the alleyway near the bar Mr. Rashi?” The bald man asked.
“Well.. i am afraid it didn’t appear on the timeline i am following, Mr. Omo.” Mr. Rashi said.
“Elaborate.” Mr. Omo sharply said.
“It seems like when Amy came out of the backrooms she unknowingly created multiple anomalies, being the sole survivor of the backrooms the realities couldn’t apprehend it. Multiple rifts started to appear all around the globe unleashing different backrooms entities into the world. Thus the monster in the alleyway case.” Mr. Rashi explained.
“Hmmm i see.” Mr. Omo said while nodding.
“I believe that we will have much more random fear wetting incidents right now that deviates from the original timeline. This will make our work much harder. I no longer have an established solid map of the original timeline.. there are a lot of deviations happening even right now.” Mr. Rashi said.
“Fine. Come Mr. Rashi. There is much work to be done.” Mr. Omo said as both men leave the office in a haste.
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I’ll start with a little preface. I’ve never really written any fiction or fantasies on here before until lastnight. I had actually originally posted this as a response on the omo fantasies thread under omo general. It really was a lot for a simple response on a thread and I also wanted to add more to it so I felt it may be a little more fitting to put this here. I may not be the best with this, I’m usually writing about first hand experiences but this one was just too good not to share so excuse my lack of writing abilities!
For me, one of my biggest fantasies would be to spend the evening out on the slopes drinking and having a good time with a lady friend. Then have it devolve into us both wetting our pants together and discovering that she’s very much into it so here’s a little outline of how I imagine it all playing out.
I meet a nice girl at the local coffee shop and we end up talking quite a bit. She’s super cute and we really hit it off. It turns out we both love being outdoors, hiking and snowboarding so we decide to meet up in the afternoon at the local ski resort for a night out on the slopes. We end up having a great time taking majestic pow runs through the woods all day and drinking beers on the lift, popping back in to the lodge frequently to use the bathroom and grab drinks at the bar. We take some runs with some of our friends for a bit before we all have a beer together in the parking lot and they go off they’re separate ways. By this point i have a slight urge to pee but know I can always duck off behind a tree on the way down so it’s not a big deal to me. I ask if she wants to run inside quick before we go back up but given how crowded and busy it looks down at the lodge, combined with the short lift line she says “it’s all good, let’s take another run and go back after”
Fast forward about 20 minutes. The lift operator seemed to be having some minor issues with the lift and it stopped inexplicably about 3 times, a few minutes at a time, while we were in line to get on. I had felt my urge to pee grow considerably during that time but we had finally made it on the lift and were on our way up.
By this time It’s after dark and we both have a nice little buzz going when the lift suddenly stops about halfway up the mountain. There’s no one on the chairs in front of us or behind us and we both have to pee pretty bad but have been trying to stay strong and not show it, so neither of us knows how bad the other has to go.
Ten minutes go by and we see a bunch of workers on snowmobiles heading down towards the bottom of the lift and it seems pretty evident to us both that they’re having some technical problems and we may be stuck there for a bit until they can get it going. By this point I’m clenching my thighs together and wiggling my toes in my boots but making my best effort to not show how bad I really have to go. We chat and joke about the situation and I start to notice she’s squirming around a little but I pretend not to notice. A few minutes later a ski patroller is skiing down the mountain below us and she yells down to him nervously asking how long he thinks it will be until we’re moving again. He tells us to be patient and that they will hopefully have us going again in a few minutes. By this point I’m already doing the math in my head, knowing it’s still another ten minute ride up once the lift starts going again. I look over at her and she’s visibly squirming and bouncing in her seat. I reassure her it’s no big deal, these things happen sometimes and she tells me she understands that, she just has to pee sooo bad. She looks down at my legs and back up at me and asks if I do too because she thought she saw me fidgeting and squirming a little. I tell her I actually do have to piss incredibly bad and joke that if it takes any longer my eyeballs will start floating.
By this time we’re both squirming around desperately and unable to really say too much. Another 5 minutes pass and she tells me she’s afraid she’s going to pee her pants and I jokingly tell her “I hope your snowpants are waterproof!” We both laugh and she says “well this isn’t exactly how I expected I’d be testing that”. By this point I’m absolutely desperate and can’t stop squirming around and she appears to be in the same situation. I ask her what she thinks about the logistics of me trying to get my snowboard off and hand it to her while I pull myself up onto the chairlift seat, stand up and just pull it out right there and piss off the lift. She tells me “that’s not fair!, you want me to hold your board for you while I probably pee my pants and you get to enjoy the sweet relief of peeing off the lift?!. No way, If I take my hands out of my crotch I think I’ll pee right here!”. So I tell her playfully “ Ohhhhh! I see how it is! If you’re not making it off this lift dry then you’re gonna make damn sure I don’t get to either huh?” and we both share a little laugh. She stops squirming for a minute and grabs my hand, moans and says “help me hold it” as she pulls my hand between her legs. I press firmly as she bounces and squirms. I can’t stop moving my legs back and and forth and wiggling my toes as I feel the little bursts of warmth as the first couple leaks spurt out and soak in to my pants.Neither of us say a word to eachother.
By this point we’re both concentrating every ounce of our being into not peeing. I can’t help but wonder if she’s been leaking too when suddenly the chairlift comes back to life and gives our chair a slight jolt as we begin moving again. She immediately gasps and looks me dead in the eye as she smiles in ecstatic relief. Right about the time I notice the outer shell of her snowpants growing warmer to the touch and I hear a subtle hiss emanating from within her snowpants. As I continue to squirm in desperation she moans “oh my god, it feels AMAZING , it’s so warm!” She giggles and looks down at my crotch as I squirm around. She puts her hand between my legs and while looking me in the eye and asks “are you leaking yet?”. I can’t even speak, I just nod and while still holding her hand between my legs she says “ it’s okay, just go, it’s not like you’re going to make it anyways, you’re already leaking. It’s over. Just. Relax.” I immediately relax and start flooding my pants. I feel it pooling up across my lap and overflowing back down over my hips as the enormous flow of warmth just spreads everywhere. I’m sure the look of relief in my eyes was impossible to hide at that point. She suddenly giggles and says “ohhhh, I can feel it getting warmmmm!! You’re wetting your pants aren’t you?!!” I laugh and say” I’m sorry, I just couldn’t hold it any longer!! You really weren’t kidding about this being warm!”. She smiles while looking me in the eye and pulls my hand over to the waistband of her pants. She guides my hand down into her warm, steaming wet pants and undoes her button for me before reaching over and unbuttoning my pants too and sliding her hand in. She squirms as I rub her hot, soaking wet pussy while she grabs my rock hard cock inside my soaked snowpants. We bring eachother to orgasm within a few short minutes, leaving us just enough time to get our pants buttoned back up before riding off the lift..... To be continued...
Part Two.
As we stand up and disembark the chairlift I feel the warmth begin to spread further down my legs like a nice warm blanket wrapping itself around my entire lower body. I can’t help but imagine she’s feeling a similar sensation. We briefly discuss which trail to take on our next run and she gives me a little smile and wink as she takes off down the mountain ahead of me.
I follow her in to a dimly lit little patch of woods between a few trails about halfway down the mountain and we both stop just barely out of sight from the trail. She turns around and pats her butt in her snowpants and asks “ how do I look, can you tell I just pissed myself?” I flip on my cell phone light and and determine there’s not even the slightest hint of a wet patch to be seen. She giggles and says “ I feel like I just peed in a diaper or something” I ask how I look and she tells me I’m dry on the outside as well. I ask if she’s getting cold or anything to which she replies no. She tells me it still feels really warm and asks if I’ve still got my chairlift beer in my pocket as she pulls her beer can from her coat pocket. I had almost completely forgotten that I had mine in my pocket still.
Considering our prior situation, drinking anything was the last thing on my mind at the time. We both crack our beers open and she gives me a little cheers and a wink before we both sit down in the snow and drink our beers fairly quickly. We talk a little about what to do going forward and agree we’re both warm enough for a couple more runs but that maybe we should grab a water at the lodge quick first. We were going to be leaving in the next hour or two and figured it would be a good idea to burn off the slight buzz we had beforehand. We enjoy the rest of our ride down to the lodge and head inside.
Once down we go in and each grab a water bottle and strike up a conversation with a few friends. I don’t about her, but I felt so incredibly naughty just standing there with her, casually chatting with friends while the two of us were the only ones aware of the hot steamy mess we had both made inside of our ski pants.
After about 20 minutes we decide to use the bathroom quick before we head back up. I tell her “ you know, just in case” she glances down between my legs and looks back up at me and laughs before we go our separate ways in to the bathrooms. I unzip my pants at the urinal and am absolutely drenched. There’s not single dry spot visible as I pee in to the urinal and zip back up to head out. We meet in the hallway and make out way back out to strap in and head for the lift line.
There were only 3 people in line ahead of us and within a few minutes it was out turn to board. Our ride up this time was much less eventful. The lift never stopped and we just talked a bit about which trails we were going to take next and I offered her the use of my washer and dryer if she wanted to come kick it for a bit after, I was after all just a few minutes up the road. She smiled and said “ sure, I really appreciate it”.
Our next three or four runs were fun yet fairly uneventful. We chatted a little and on the lift but didn’t speak too much about what we had done earlier. We eventually made our way back to the parking lot and hopped in my car. It wasn’t until we were on our way back that she said “I hope that wasn’t all too much for you. I’m really sorry. I just had to go so bad and then I couldn’t help but get a little carried away” I told her to not to apologize. I, in all honestly absolutely loved it and told her, “I mean it’s pretty obvious that I was just as turned on as you were over it, I’ve honestly always kind of had a little bit of pee kink so naturally it was all a huge turn on for me” She didn’t say a word, but just looked over at me and smiled. She then broke the short silence that followed by spontaneously saying “ Go pee with me! I have to go again. You must have to go again by now!” Slightly surprised I said “right now?” To which she responded “Yes’ right now silly! We’re already wet. Just think how warm it’ll be. I don’t think I really need to tell you at this point how much of turn on this is for me. I’ve been in to this for as long as I can remember! “ “Sheesh, you’re even more fun than I thought” I responded. She smiled and said “ok, on the count of three lets go ok? Are you ready” I nodded yes as I smiled “ ok, one, two, three!....” she playfully announces “ I’m peeeeeing!!” before asking “are you going?!” I tell her I certainly am and it feel AMAZING. As we pull in to my driveway she puts her hand between my legs and gropes me through all of my sopping wet layers as I’m still peeing full force right there in the drivers seat. I lean over towards her and pull her close as we start kissing in my driveway..... To be continued!
Edited December 4, 2022 by jboarder64L
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Amy had been run ragged trying to organise this charity event for work. It felt like it was all that she had been thinking about for the past 3 months, and here we were, the big night was upon us! She had work as normal all day, then when she finished at 4, a mad dash across London to a hotel, where she was playing host to the big event! She hated being the centre of attention, but she knew that there was a potential promotion in the offing here, and she was out to impress.
She finished work at 4, and nipped into the Ladies room, more just to see how she looked than anything else. She spent 5 minutes touching up her make up and checked herself out in the mirror. She was wearing a short black skirt, but not too short, with black sheer tights, a white shirt and black jacket. She looked thoroughly professional. She was only 21, and the thought of her as a businesswoman made her laugh, but that was very much her goal, and as she stood back, she knew she had nailed the look! She took the opportunity to quicky use the toilet and then headed off to the tube.
It was a hot day in London, and that meant tourists...everywhere. It was Friday afternoon, and it was packed. She dashed to the tube station, on a tight schedule, and found the station absolutely bustling. She missed the train she was aiming for and had to wait 6 minutes for the next one. She glanced at her watch, nervously. 16:15. She was meant to be at the hotel for half past 4. It was going to be a close run thing and she knew it. She was just grateful that her partner, Rob, had agreed to meet her there to set up. Guests were due to start arriving from 5, and it was going to be tight. She opened her bag and finished her bottle of water. It was hot, and stress situations always made her thirsty!
She waited impatiently, and texted Rob, only to find out that he was also delayed in London's tea-time gridlock. When the train arrived she got on, but it was every bit as packed as the station, and she found herself standing, and having to hold the overhead rail. As she stretched she could feel the hem of her skirt rising and was painfully aware of how close she was to flashing her bum to a carriage load of tourists.
It was only a ten-minute tube journey, but it consisted of an uncomfortable compromise between almost falling over at every station, or flashing herself to anyone who was looking her way. Finally though, the train arrived, and she dashed out of the station and straight to the hotel, arriving at 16:45, just as she saw Rob dashing down the road. The guests were arriving at 17:00, and they still had a room to set up. She did not need them both to be late.
As they dashed into the conference room, they were met by hotel staff who explained that they had plenty of drinks available, and they would come to check the room was fully stocked regularly. There was tea, coffee and ice water, along with plenty of wine and beer for her guests. Amy hurriedly poured a glass of water, it was hot and she was stressed, so she glugged that down and set to business. Rob rearranged the furniture, whilst she went about decorating the room, putting up posters, and promotional materials, at one point, as she stretched to hang some bunting, Rob caught a glance and said,
"Wahay Ames, that skirt is a bit short isn't it, nice knickers!".
Even though he was her partner, she felt herself blushing beet red. She was, by no means, a shy girl, but she was certainly not happy about flashing herself in such a public space!
When they finished setting the room up, guests were already beginning to arrive, and Amy went straight into hostess mode. This was her event and she was out to impress! Wine was flowing freely, but Amy needed to keep a clear head. As she welcomed various people, she found herself constantly topping up her glass with water and true to their word, the hotel staff were replenishing the drinks freely and regularly. As the presentations started, she felt her bladder for the first time. Nothing serious at this stage, but enough to make her glance at her watch. Now the event had started there was 2 hours to go, and no way she would have time to run to the Ladies. She needed to slow down with the water, she poured herself a coffee and vowed she would make that last.
Over the next 2 hours the coffee and water that she had quaffed made its way to her bladder and she felt herself getting fuller and fuller. She found she was looking at the sign for the toilets at the back of the room at regular intervals, but she suppressed her need and continued to impress. Her presentation was last, and she had put a lot of work into it! She did most of it with her legs crossed, although her need was great, she was by no means desperate, but she was glad when it was over. The presentations ended and Amy and the company director schmoozed the guests and collected many donations. There was no doubt it had been a huge success.
Finally, the event was over, and she could take care of her bladder, so she made straight to the Ladies room. To her horror though, she was met at the door by Lauren, her company director, and the woman she was trying so hard to impress.
"Amy" she exclaimed, "Darling, this has been superb".
She moved in to hug her, and Amy awkwardly reciprocated.
She wanted to pull away, and run into the Ladies, but knew she had to talk to her boss.
"It's going well, isn't it?" she said, but Lauren stopped her in her tracks.
"Amy, sweetie, I'm really sorry, we'll talk in a second, right now though I MUST use the little girls room".
Amy blushed at her brazen admission. She could never talk about bodily functions, especially not to a colleague, but Lauren obviously needed to go, and didn't care who knew it! As Lauren pushed into the Ladies, so Amy followed, and they were faced with a room containing 3 cubicles, and 3 locked doors, with 2 young girls waiting patiently outside.
Lauren immediately gasped out "You have got to be kidding me! All the free wine at these events is great, until it needs to get back out again, can I jump the queue?".
"You're joking aren't you?" said the girl at the front, squirming, "I'm bloody bursting here".
To Michelle's shock, she watched as Lauren pressed her hand into the crotch of her business suit.
"Oh fuck, they better hurry up in there, I am seriously about to piss myself here."
At the same point, the door opened, and a staff member walked in.
"Can I ask you to use the toilets in the main reception please, these are being closed now the event is over".
The second girl in line shrugged and left, but the girl at the front and Lauren refused point blank to go. Amy was mortified and said she didn't need to go that badly, and she'd go to the reception. She left the room as her bladder twinged in protest, but she couldn't bring herself to make a scene, no matter how bad her need.
When she got to the reception, she saw there was only one disabled loo and already 4 women waiting to use it. She groaned as Rob suddenly approached her.
"There you are", he said, "You good to go?".
She looked at the door to the Ladies room longingly. She needed to pee, badly. Really badly, but it wasn't an emergency, and the line was not moving. She'd just go at the station, she'd be fine, she thought, and smiled at Rob "Come on then".
As soon as she got outside she started to worry that she'd made a bad decision, and as she hobbled across the road, she thought about nothing but dashing to the station toilets immediately! It'd be quicker than standing in line in the hotel anyway, she kidded herself. As they entered the station, Rob already had his ticket out, but there was only one thing on Amy's mind.
"I'm just going to run to the Ladies" she said, trying to sound calm, "I didn't get chance in the hotel."
"You can't, silly", replied Rob, "They've closed them down"
"WHAT!" gasped Amy, as her bladder protested furiously, "you can't be serious!"
"Yes, do you not remember the thing in the press, something about policing, or security or something, apparently station lavs are rife with drugs, so they're locking them all at 7."
"They can't do that!" gasped Amy,
"It was 5!" he added calmly, "They only increased it to 7 after commuters were protesting about it."
Now that he mentioned it, she did remember reading something, "Shit" she thought, this couldn't be happening, she needed to pee, and it was getting urgent!
"Come on" said Rob, "the train will be here soon, you'll be home in no time"
She thought about dashing back to the hotel, but she'd definitely miss her train, she was staring almost aghast at the signs which teased "TOILETS".
"Is it that bad?" Rob asked sounding concerned.
"Erm, no" she lied "Well, I need to go, but I'll be OK"
What choice did she have, she pulled out her ticket and they made their way to the station, she was just going to have to wait!
As they stood on the platform, Rob was clearly looking for an invite back to Amy's.
"You were so amazing tonight" he said, "I hope you know how special you are".
Whilst flattered, all Amy could think about now was having a wee. Her bladder was throbbing, she had to get rid of him. She pressed her thighs together, as she said,
"Thanks Rob, I really appreciate your help you know",
"Let's go back to yours and celebrate a great event"
"Aw no, I would, but I am working really early again tomorrow though".
His train pulled onto the platform, as he said "I don't mind that, I will ride in with you, and then go home and freshen up".
Amy squirmed, and snapped at him
"NO ROB",
he looked shocked,
"I'm sorry, I just really need to get home and go to sleep, I am sorry, I will see you at the weekend, please, just go home".
"Fine" he said, sharply, as he turned to leave, "be like that".
She felt awful, but as soon as his back was turned, she started to bob up and down frantically. She NEEDED a wee, like really badly, and she was really starting to panic about what her options were.
Surely there had to be a Ladies room open somewhere in this station, there had to be. Was it not the law? Maybe they had brought in porta-potties? She looked back to the stairs and really thought about dashing up them to search for the toilet, she knew didn't exist, and then looked at the screen.
"NEXT TRAIN - FINCHLEY ROAD - 1 MIN".
"SHIT" she said to herself, there's no time, and I need to catch this train, or I'll miss my connection, and I'll never get home! Her bladder pulsed and asked her to reconsider, but she had no choice. She was a fully grown adult, and she was just going to have to hold it! Just another half hour, that was all. She wasn't a child, anyone could hold their bladder for 30 minutes, no matter how bad their need...Couldn't they?
As she stood waiting, she could feel herself squirming. Why? Oh God, WHY had she drunk so much at that bloody charity event and WHY WHY WHY didn't she just use the toilet before she left! She cursed herself, but as the train pulled onto the station, there was nothing she could do but clamber on board, cross her legs, and wait until she got to Finchley Road!
As the train pulled away, she scanned the station, and couldn't believe how busy it still was. How were there still no seats. She stood at the back, legs crossed, biting her lip and clenching herself closed for all she was worth. This could not be happening. The first station passed, then the second. The train was making good progress, but her need was increasing by the second. Her bottom lip quivered as her bladder screamed at her, demanding that she find some relief. Another station passed, 15 minutes had passed, but it felt like she'd been on there for hours. She was almost bent double as her thighs scissored together, when she heard a little boy sat near her say,
"Look mummy, I think that lady needs to potty too".
She was absolutely mortified and stood bolt upright, as the young boys mum told him off. She tried to pretend there was nothing wrong, and to look composed, but there was something wrong. Her bladder burned and she felt a quick squirt spurt into her expensive knickers. She groaned out loud, and went into the most incredible pee dance, fighting herself for control.
Another station approached, "The next station is Baker Street", the Tanoy announced. Just 1 more to go and she could get off and find relief. Her bladder screamed at her with a new urgency. She wanted to cry; this couldn't be happening. For the first time in her adult life, she genuinely felt that she might break down and wet her pants. She had never even contemplated such a thing, and always assumed she could hold on as long as was necessary, but her bits were on fire, demanding relief NOW. She couldn't stand still for a single second. Her mind was racing, she had to get to Finchley Street to change trains, or she'd never got home.
The train pulled into Baker Street, and she stared at the open door. She wanted to wait 'til the next stop, but she was in agony. There was no way she could wait, even if she got to the next station, she didn't know where the toilets were, and she would wet herself looking.
"OH FUCK" she stammered under her breath and darted for the door.
As she staggered out onto the platform, she tried to press a hand between her legs, but her skirt was too tight. She was fully panicking now, as she hopped up and down on the spot, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I need a wee" she whimpered, to no-one in particular, "Oh Christ, what am I going to do". She frantically scanned the scene, desperately searching for a toilet, but there was nothing, other than a huge flight of stairs.
She started up them, each step sending a jolt of urgency to her bladder. She was going out of her mind! At the top of the stairs she scanned desperately, but couldn't see any toilets! She hobbled over to the ticket barriers and ran to the miserable looking security man.
"Toilets" she gasped, "erm, sorry, where are the toilets please"
"Sorry Love, they've locked them" he replied, barely looking up.
"Oh, erm, it's kinda an emergency" she pleaded.
He looked her up and down, "Yeah, I can see that, sorry, there's nothing I can do"
"PLEASE" she almost wailed, "please, help me, is there a staff toilet, honestly, oh shit, it's nearly coming out"
"Don't be ridiculous" he said, gruffly, "there's a Wetherspoons over the road, if it's bad, I'm sure you could nip in there."
There was no point arguing with him, she had to get there now, so she made for the exits, and dashed across the road, desperately trying to press her thighs together as she moved. Her head was spinning.
She burst through the door of Wetherspoons, and it was predictably packed, but Amy was beyond caring, she needed the Ladies and she needed it now. She knew the toilets were upstairs, but there was no way she could face another agonising flight of stairs, she would have to use the disabled. She pushed into the main bar, and frantically scanned around. Her bladder screaming at her.
"WHERE ARE THEY!" she gasped out loud, and a young lad turned to her. Her vision was blurring she needed to pee so badly, as she pushed on, she saw a sign for the disabled toilet.
"oh thank fuck" she thought, she ran towards the door, and then THUD, it was locked.
"NO NO NO" she wailed, "PLEASE". She was hammering on the door, "Please, please hurry up in there".
A young glass collector walked past her and she tried to compose herself. He looked about 17, and she didn't want to make a show of herself.
"The toilets are upstairs madam" he said.
Michelle wanted the ground to eat her up, but more than that she wanted, no she NEEDED to pee, like right now.
"I need to use this one" she said, again, knocking on the door.
"There's no point knocking, there is no-one in there" he said.
"WHAT" gasped Michelle, "Please, open it then, please, I need to go..."
"...and as I said, the toilets are upstairs madam".
She felt a spurt of pee blast into her knickers, much more serious than the last and she started the most frantic pee dance she had ever done, "PLEASE" she wailed at him, as her pussy burned, trying to force the deluge of red-hot piss into her knickers, "PLEASE, OH GOD, please. Look at me, please help me, please, I neeed a weeee".
"I'm sorry madame, but disabled patrons carry a RADAR key, and this toilet is for use by disabled persons only".
It was all getting too much, and she burst into tears, "please help me, please, I am going to wet myself, you have to help me".
The young lad's face visibly changed, as he realised this girl was having a genuine emergency. Every week he had to turn people away from the disabled loos, just because people couldn't be bothered going upstairs, and he'd assumed this was more of the same. She stood infront of him now though, with tears flooding down her face, absolutely begging him to help her. He wanted to, but he couldn't.
"Oh my God" he said, "is it really that bad? I will go and get the key, but it is in the manager's office, and its packed, it'll take ages, honestly, you'll be quicker running upstairs, it looks like you haven't got long to spare!"
"PLEASE" she babbled again, almost incoherently, she had her hand underneath her skirt now, no longer caring who could see what, "Is there no way you can open it now, I NEEEEEED it".
"I can see that love, but honestly, it'll take me at least 5 minutes, you need to make a run for it".
Another red hot spurt forced its way out of her tighly clenched lips, and into her now soaking knickers.
"OH GOD" she gasped and turned to make her way out, dashing for the stairs. She couldn't take her hand away now, her aching, tired muscles needed all the help they could get. She tried to dash up the stairs, but each one caused her a new agony. She barely knew if she was weeing or not, as pain seered through her whole body.
"Come on, come on" she muttered to herself, as her right hand worked furiously between her legs, her skirt now almost around her waist. She heard a couple of derogatory comments, but her whole world was a blur right now. Nothing, literally nothing, mattered to her other than that little hole between her legs. Never had she had to clench so hard to contain herself. She had been desperate to wee before, god knows, she had nearly wet herself on a night out a few years back, but she had never felt anything like this, she didn't even believe it was possible to be so desperate.
Each step sent a jolt of pain through her bladder and the leaks were almost constant. She was agony, her knickers were soaked and there were small rivulets running down her thighs. Finally, though she got to the top and saw the door she had longed for, for so long.
"LADIES".
"Oh thank god", she said, running for it.
She burst through the door to find it was really busy in there. There were a group of girls around the sinks taking selfies, who turned to look at her. One stepped back, blocking her path.
"There's a queue in here" she said, pointing her phone at Amy, as one of her friends shouted, "don't be tight, look at her".
Michelle pushed past them, towards an open cubicle. She could see the toilet she had needed for so long. She yanked her tights down and was already pulling the crotch of her knickers aside as she dashed for it. The cubicle next to it opened and a young girl saw her desperate dash, "What the fuck!" she gasped, but the floodgates opened, and Amy started to pee full force, she threw herself down onto the toilet, the door still open, and
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH, Oh fuck yes, oh my God, oh a wee, oh thankyou" she babbled as she finally relaxed and let her full bladder empty. The relief was like nothing she'd ever felt before as pee gushed from her. She was shaking as she opened her eyes, and saw at 4 girls staring at her.
"Are you OK?" asked the girl who'd been leaving the cubicle next to hers.
"It looks like you needed that" added the young chav stood next to her.
Humiliation now washed over her as she clamped her legs closed and tried to cover her private parts. She was still in floods of tears.
"I'm sorry" she stammered, "please don't look, I needed a wee so bad"
"We can see that" added the young chav, "You left a fucking stream across the floor"
An older lady pulled her cubicle closed telling the others to leave her alone. Michelle tried to clean herself up. Her knickers were soaked amd her tights were wet right down past the knees, so she took them off, and to her horror, found the back of her skirt was wet too. She put her ruined knickers and tights in the sanitary bin and dried her legs with loo roll, there seemed to be wee everywhere. As she flushed the toilet, the older woman was still waiting for her.
"You poor thing" she said "At least it's over now, you must feel better for it, it's awful being caught short isn't it"..... |
Chapter 1 (Thanks to @DerivativeWings for proofreading)
“Senator, we would like further comment on the recently approved Booze Fiesta program!” One of the interviewers closest to the Senator exclaimed, eclipsing many others who weren’t as lucky to get the latest scoop on the new government program.
Not looking at the lucky interviewer, but instead at the cameras, as if she could see the thousands of eyes currently on her, Senator Isabel Luna replied firmly.
“Our country’s alcohol market has always been a stronghold of our economy, having made up to 4% of our total revenue on prior decades. But there has been a steady decline on its consumption over the past few years. Through tax breaks, awareness, and the use of cutting-edge technology, we hope to bring our numbers up, develop the alcohol industry, and the country along with it.”
She walked away, white heels clacking, past the crowd of interviewers bombarding her with questions regarding her program promoting alcoholism and the strain on elderly care that this could put on the health care system. They could not see the bigger picture anyways. A cutthroat prodigy with a blossoming politics career, she was making a gamble and was not going to be interrupted. She then got into a black Lexus that was waiting for her.
“Take me home, will you?”
“As you wish, Senator.” A driver, who might as well be nameless to the cold aristocrat behind him, said.
Inside, while fixing her make-up, she saw the 37-year-old wavy haired brunette prodigy responsible for a new gilded age on her pocket mirror, the golden child of democracy, sharp green eyes piercing the souls of any who dared question her competence. She was going to conquer this world, and no one could stop her.
As the black Lexus drove away from the crowd of journalists, another woman was looking at her own car. She had a slim frame, shoulder length blue hair, big blue eyes, a red shirt, and a black jacket with matching tight pants. The blue haired woman was staring downwards at a beige Toyota that, in contrast to the Senator’s Lexus, had seen better days.
“Someone pissed on the tire again…”
This was the third time this week that Irene Andalucía found her car, a joint-venture between her and her photographer, assaulted by the contents of an overflowing bladder. Senator Isabel’s press conference had been ironically positioned three blocks away from a very popular bar, business booming from the recent policy. But most of the press did not discuss what to her seemed like an obvious consequence. Public restrooms were already somewhat scarce to anyone who wasn’t a customer, and many were in a pitiful state. Not enough to be considered a public health emergency, but enough to where one would think twice about going to the restrooms.
It wasn’t uncommon for a woman to rush to the toilet as soon as she got home from work, a date, shopping, from living a healthy life in general. Slightly inconvenient, but on the grand scheme of things, inoffensive. But the Booze Fiesta program meant that the average woman would be pumping herself of what was essentially a diuretic far more than usual on a city that lacked the infrastructure to accommodate for that, and the streets were already facing the consequences.
Past midnight, it would not be infrequent to see women searching for somewhere private: a bush, an alley or in this case, the side of a car. After having clashed with eternal bathroom lines and rejection from local businesses that already had someone making good use of their plumbing, tons of women had no other choice.
Irene, being a sturdy drinker herself, had also been the one power washing the pavement on occasion, so she couldn’t feel but feel some empathy. But empathy can start to run dry when the tires of your car get wet thanks to some greedy bimbo playing around with your city’s budget. She did not think things had to be like this, this was something that modern society should have already been under control. The government was supposed to be for the good of the nation, therefore it shouldn’t be too much to ask for public restrooms that would not be revolting or useless to half of the population. But politicians clearly didn’t care.
Inside the car was a woman reclined on the seat, curly black hair falling over her black shirt, wearing a plaided red and black skirt, long legs clad with fishnet tights and crimson leather boots on the car board, playing around on her phone.
“Hey Alex, someone pissed on the car tire”
“Yeah, a girl came, I thought she was just going to tie her shoelaces. Next thing I know she got the whole thing soaked”
“You should really clean this car...”
“Eh, nothing good ol’ road dirt won’t fix. Car wash weekend’s almost there anyways.”
“Whatever you say…” Irene then got inside of the car, reclining her seat, resting from the hectic wilderness of the press conference.
“You got any good ones?”
“Barely, place was packed. Here’s the best I could get.” Alex then showed the screen of the camera to Irene, scrolling through the three photos she took.
“Two of these are just some random guy’s back”
“Yeah, they were almost good shots, but there’s always some asshole shoving themselves into the frame. Last one’s decent enough.” The photo currently on the screen was one of the crowd of journalists listening to Senator Isabel on the podium, her beige shirt, along with the white blazer and skirt combo almost made it seem as if she was emitting light herself.
“Ooh this one’s nice!”
“It better be, I almost got my arm crushed for that one.” Alex exclaimed, an odd pride coming through her voice.
Irene then reclined her seat, exhaling deeply.
“So, anything spicy? Couldn’t hear the interviews with all the noise going on.”
“Nope, the big channel guys were all over her. No way around them.”
“Those assholes. Who even watches that shit anyways? So many resources for something that is only watched by dying old geezers.”
“Old money’s hard to match, I guess.” Irene said, looking distraught.
“Hey, cheer up! I got these!” She then took a can of beer and coffee out of her purse, holding it up for Irene to see.
“Not a scoop but a sip! The coffee’s for me. Don’t drink and drive, y’know. Drink up!”
“Thanks…”
Irene stared deeply at the beer can on her hand.
“Hey, all good?”
“Did you know that in India 23% of girls drop out of school due to it not having any toilets?”
“Ah?”
“This shit’s serious, women should be able to pee in peace instead of catching whatever biological weapon might be brewing on public toilets or having some creep ogling her half naked.” Irene exclaimed, with a subtle, yet deep rooted anger.
“Oh right, public urination epidemic.”
“The whole Booze Fiesta nonsense isn’t making things any better either. They clearly don’t care about fixing things.”
“Hey, at least the account’s doing well. You can thank yours truly, media master Alex Merelo whenever you wish!” Alex said, bringing a hand up to her chest.
“Still can’t believe the Ministry of Equality rejected the campaign. I mean, one’d think advocating for women to have proper access to toilets would fall in their area, right?”
“They’re all equally pigs, I tell you. The campaign account’s starting to get clout anyways.”
“Getting blocked by fascists online isn’t clout, Alex.”
Irene then opened the beer, gulping away at it.
“I shouldn’t have to play Russian Roulette with my bladder every time I want to leave my house y’know.”
Alex fidgeted slightly on her seat.
“Speaking of, coffee’s kinda knocking on the door right now...had to stay awake somehow.”
“Yeah, same, I had a lot waiting for that bitch to show up. My apartment’s close, let’s go. See, if this city was halfway decent, I wouldn’t have to go all the way home just to be sure I’m not going to be pissing outdoors.”
“Almost there, almost there…”
Both women heard those words and some jostling coming from outside the car.
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“F-fuck yesssssssssss…” A strained voice moaned, being drowned by the sounds of liquid hitting the ground.
“You hear that?”
Irene and Alex leaned over the car window, finding a well-endowed blonde in a short white party dress squatting next to the door, lacy lavender panties with slightly frilled edges pulled down to her thighs and a relentless stream coming from between her legs. Her face seemed absent of any worry, only bliss coming through it.
“Four times! Four times, goddamnit!”
“Ah!”
The straight-haired blonde jolted at the woman below her, putting her scarce balance at risk.
“D-don’t you dare piss on the car paint!” Alex howled,
“I’m so, so sorry, I couldn’t find a toilet and I just couldn’t take it anymore!”
The blonde exclaimed, stream still going full force.
“Oh god, it won’t stop-”
“…Wait, have I seen you somewhere before?”
“…No, you haven’t” She said, her face suddenly pale now.
Irene then took a closer look at the woman in front of her, being struck with a sudden realization.
“Hey, you’re Gigi Gali!”
“No, I’m not!” Gigi exclaimed, hands covering her face. Alex then popped up, phone in hand.
“Oh shit, as in, the fashion influencer?!”
“That’d explain the fancy earrings and watch...”
“Woah, we got big leagues in here! Hey, can I have your autograph? Not selling it, I swear.”
“What are you s--?!
F-Fine, fine, whatever. But at least let me get proper first…” Gigi said, stream still going.
As Alex was caught up in the societal whirlwind of celebrity worship, Irene Andalucía felt her blood boiling civically at the sight of the overflowing woman before her eyes, having just had a realization of the golden opportunity that she had just run into.
“Name’s Irene Andalucía, social rights journalist. Are you interested in an interview?” |
Chapter 2 (Thanks to @DerivativeWings for proofreading)
Gigi, Irene and Alex entered into the small apartment, comprised of two rooms, a makeshift living room with a table, a few chairs and a TV, a kitchen and a toilet. With its size it felt more like an L-shaped hallway than an actual home, but it was a living and the two girls thought it was good enough for now.
“Fucking traffic…Hey Irene, take care of Gigi for a while, I really gotta take care of business right now!” Alex said, hunched over and pulling her skirt downwards, clearly eager for release.
“Alright, just don’t take too long, I want to go too.”
Alex did not bother to answer, but rather made a beeline for the toilet, quickly closing the door behind her.
“She better not take long…” Irene took out a laptop out of her bag, putting it on her lap, getting into a typing stance.
“So, you got a social rights thing going on, right?” Gigi asked Irene, trying to get a better grasp of the situation.
“Yeah, trying to do something about the whole public toilets situation, y’know.”
“Yeah, it’s fucked up. I was looking for a toilet for like an hour and nothing. If it was past midnight, it’d be one thing, but right now it’s like, 11 pm. Really fucked up.”
PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-
A faint “Fuckkkkk…” could be heard coming from the closed restroom.
“I’m sure Alex agrees…Anyways, I’m writing a thing for the blog, it’s a piece with testimonials and stuff. I had been filling it with comments from anons and stuff but since you’re here, I figured an actual interview would spice things up.”
“As long as you keep it anonymous, then sure.”
“…can I at least say you’re famous?”
“What?”
“You know, sorta like ‘we had a really famous influencer testify her experience regarding this situation’.” Irene said, trying to get on Gigi’s good side.
“I- Ugh…Sure, I guess. Just don’t say ‘fashion influencer’, that’d be too obvious.”
“There are a ton of fashion influencers.”
“Yeah, but who do you think people think about when hearing those words, honey?” Gigi said, running a hand through her hair.
“:..Fine, famous influencer then. So, what’s the story?”
“Okay so, I was doing a shoot during the afternoon for a perfume brand. Ever heard of True Chic? It’s a pretty big brand.”
“I met an old lady who used that, she went to jail for tax evasion.” Alex returned, feeling much lighter than before. She slouched on the couch, next to Irene, legs crossed.
“Anyways, we had an afterparty thing afterwards at the hotel, which means drinks. Which means whoever thought that having two restrooms for a whole gala would be a good idea should be hanged.” Gigi hissed, contempt seeping through her voice.
“Restrooms? They weren’t stalls?”
“Nope, just two rooms with a toilet and a sink. The line for the ladies was really long so after a while, a ton of us started leaving and trying our luck somewhere else. But everything was already occupied. A ton of girls from bars and stuff had already taken up most of the public toilets. And the ones that weren’t got taken by people who weren’t me. I hadn’t gone since the beginning of the shoot and drank a lot during the afterparty, so things got dicey real quick and well, you know the rest.”
“I see…” Irene then closed her laptop. “Fucking assholes…”
“For real. Other countries have like, actual public restrooms, y’know. There are almost none here and the ones that exist are broken.”
“Yeah, about that. The other thing I told you about, you’re up for it?”
“…Oh, the spokeswoman thing?”
“Yeah, it’d do wonders for the campaign to have someone famous backing it.”
“I’m not sure…” Gigi seemed somewhat concerned at the request.
“Hey, come on, it’s the least you can do for pissing on our car!” Alex furiously exclaimed.
“Come on, no blackmailing.” Irene said, looking sternly at Alex. “So, what do you think?”
“…Only one. If you ever want more promo vids, they’ll cost you.”
“Alright, let’s get the camera rolling! Camera?” Irene said, turning to Alex.
“You could say please, you dumb bitch.” Alex said as she took a circular light and a tripod out of her backpack.
“Wow, I thought you only had the camera.”
“I’m always ready. Professionals have standards.”
“…Uh, I don’t have to say I was pissing outside, right?” Gigi said, pocket mirror in hand, getting ready for the cameras.
“Yeah, don’t, it’ll make it weird.”
“Great.”
“Alright Gigi, we need you to act empowered, but not intimidating. This thing’s supposed to reach regular people.”
“Who do you think you’re talking to? I wrote the book.” Gigi said, her hand on her chest.
“Fine then, camera roll.”
“Rolling…”
“Action!”
“This isn’t a film shoot, y’know...”
“Shush, we’re making cinema.” Irene then turned to Gigi, paying close attention to her, her newly found, fancily dressed silver bullet.
“Hello, my name is Gigi Gali. I’m here to talk to you about an issue that concerns all women. Access to sanitation is one of the most important aspects of society and currently, there are many of us who aren’t getting the access to it that they deserve." Gigi had a stance similar to that of a swan, her words being coated with regality and and empathy. Or at least the idea of empathy, Gigi hadn't thought about that kind of issues too much, but she very much could pretend like she had.
"Having access to a restroom can be life changing, and it is something that just can’t be taken for granted. Currently, the few public restrooms available to us are in a dire state, completely unusable. I ask our leaders, to please consider our situation. To please, help us fight for equality.” She stared at the camera, as if she could stare at the people watching her video, beckoning them to take action.
“Aaaaand, cut!”
“Again, this isn’t a film shoot.”
“Another Gigi slay, I’d say. All good then?”
“Yes, all good!”
“By the way, do you have something to drink? Water or something?” Gigi said, feeling the dehydration that a constant intake of alcohol entails.
“Brr!” As soon as Irene heard that request, a shiver traveled through her body, the weight resting on her lower abdomen quickly becoming apparent to her.
“What was that?” Alex said, looking confused.
“Nothing, I just need a bit with the throne. I forgot about my bladder.”
“Oh, right.”
“At least you have a toilet near you…” While Gigi was saying this, Irene had gotten up, making her way to her restroom. The interview had taken her focus away from a bladder that by now had been filling up with coffee and beer for quite some time.
She got in, closing the door behind her. The apartment restroom was small, comprised of a sink, two glasses with toothbrushes with toothpaste next to them, and a small wooden compartment below it. The shower had a multitude of creams, hair products and soap on top of a glass rectangle. And to the left of the shower, there was the green-colored, porcelain focus of Irene.
After having to fight her belt for longer than she felt comfortable with, the belt buckle gave way. She unzipped her pants, feeling her bladder expand into the newly gained space, pulling them down and revealing a teal-colored thong covering her butt. After lowering it to her knees, she lifted the lid and sat down. Feeling the touch of the toilet seat, she relaxed and let her bladder’s contents come out of her.
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“Ah…”
Irene hunched over, basking in her release. It wasn’t uncommon for her to focus excessively on projects and neglect her bladder, which would then usually lead to a strong stream going into her toilet bowl. Other than a loud gush being a common sound in her apartment, this hadn’t been of any major relevance in Irene’s life as of now since she had been clever enough to plan her life so that she wouldn’t be caught off guard by the increased scarcity of public restrooms. Her body and mind had been strong and sharp enough to take the urinary consequences coming from her overfocusing. Maybe she was testing her luck more than she should. But for now, she felt fine just unloading and letting the bliss run through her half naked body.
“I should drink less coffee; water doesn’t hit as hard…”
As her stream slowed down to a trickle, a post-pee shiver hit Irene’s body again. A good pee after a day’s work always felt rewarding. She wiped herself and pulled her thong up, letting her waistband snap against her.
“Much better…”
Irene grabbed her pants, their tightness making it somewhat hard to pull them up properly. Perhaps a tight pair might be dangerous given the current social context, but if being overly careful meant hiding a well-toned butt, she was willing to take the risk. Even though she felt that a skirt might be just as flattering for her, she felt scared about the unwanted accidental exposure that might come with it. She had not had the best of experiences with them. Belt now re-buckled, she was now ready to face the world again, a few cans lighter. She flushed, washed her hands, and left the restroom.
“Took your sweet time, princess” Alex said to Irene as soon as she was out again. “The cab for Gigi’s already here.”
“Take care girlies, don’t drink too much!” Gigi exclaimed, flying kisses towards the two girls, and leaving the apartment in a hurry.
“Could’ve been worse for a famous influencer, I guess.” Alex said in a deadpan tone.
“Well, we need to get to work too.”
“More? It’s almost midnight, you freak.”
“We should have this ready for posting next thing in the morning. You have any idea just how big this could be?”
“Gigi’s a pretty big deal, I guess...”
“Let’s get the ball rolling then!”
“Fine but order some coffee, we’re gonna need it. At least I will.” |
Spoiler
Duke and Paulo are two good looking guys who happen to be best friends. Unfortunately for them, their good looks attracted the attention of a spirit. A spirit long sincere dead who has a desire for good looking guys! But this ghost, her name is Hannah, in life, she had a secret fetish… Male desperation. She loved to watch men wiggle and squirm for the toilet. So now, in death, Hannah uses her powers to hold guys prisoner and make them beg for the toilet.
Warning! Scenes are not too graphic, however, there is talk of inappropriate body parts. And obviously, there is urine involved. There is also some swearing, masturbation, and (very little) talk of suicide. If any of those things make you uncomfortable, please leave. Remember, YOU are the one choosing to read this! Enjoy! 🙂
Spoiler
Duke and Paulo sat on a bed, overlooking the ocean. The window had bars on it. The room was completely empty. Just a bed, a mostly empty bookshelf, and an old sink. Dude and Paulo were going nuts having to stare at these same eggshell colored walls. Other than the tacky wallpaper, they were also uncomfortable for another reason. Minus being kidnapped of course, neither boy was liking the full feeling down inside their bladder.
Suddenly, a wisp of light came into the room. The light passed through the solid oak door and materialized into a figure. The figure was see through, but she was clearly very good looking once upon a time. She had long silvery hair and a nice curvy body. She wore nothing but a bra and underwear.
The boys knew that to her, they were also very attractive, hence why she kidnapped them. Duke had a rugged chin bone, scourging blue eyes, and dimples. He had a round head and black hair. He was tall, very tall and had muscled arms. Pualo was also handsome with his clenched jawline and double chin and his long brown hair which he kept into a stylish man bun. Paulo also had a neat beard that added an extra element of character to his face.
“Hello, gentlemen.” Hannan smiled.
“Hey, Hannah,” Paulo grunted.
“Hi, Hannah.” Duke grumbled.
“Aw, why are my guys so sad?” Hannah asked, using a frowny face as she asked the obvious question.
“Take a guess.” Paulo said.
“You kidnapped us!” Duke wailed.
“I sorry,” Hannah made an extra frowny face. “But a ghost gets lonely all by herself. Can you imagine? My soul is trapped in the same tower where I died. I can never leave. I am all alone.”
“Look, Duke and I live only half an hour from here in town.” Paulo said.
“Oh, you gents are far from home, huh?” Hannah licked her transparent lips.
“Yeah.” Paulo said. “Anyway, we live close by. We can be friends, okay, but you can’t kidnap us.”
“I am afraid you boys misunderstand.” Hannah smiled. She floated around the room. The boys noticed that she didn’t have any feet. Only wisps of where her feet would be. “I don’t want to be your… ‘friend’.” Hannah made air quotes. She sat her transparent butt down on the windowsill and crossed her legs. “No, no, no,” the ghost giggled. “I want to be your lover!” She stroked her long legs, attempting to draw attention to them.
Duke leapt to his feet. “Absolutely not!” The young man cried. “I have a girlfriend!”
“Sure you do!” Hannah laughed. “Me!”
“No, I meant a living girlfriend!” Duke snapped.
“Sit!” Hannah ordered. She waved her hand through the air and pointed her finger to the floor. As soon as she did, Duke found himself forced against Hannah’s ghostly powers to sit back down on the bed beside Paulo.
Paulo uncomfortably crossed his legs.
Hannah turned to him, having taken note of this small movement. “How about you, Paulo? How are you?” Hannah asked.
“Fine.”
“Yeah? You have a girlfriend too?”
“No, but I have a two-year-old daughter that stays with me.” Paulo said.
“Ah.” Hannah tilted her head back now. “Where is she now?”
“At home being babysat by my mom.” Paulo replied.
“What happened to the wife?” Hannah wondered.
“We got a divorce.” Paulo said.
Hannah made her sad face. “Sorry to hear that. Btw, how old are you gents again?”
“Twenty-three.” Duke said.
“Twenty-four.” Paulo said.
“Oh, well no worries.” Hannah said. “I like younger guys. Of course, I am dead. Finding a younger guy is not hard. Just have to look at the mortal world.”
“Enough games, ghost!” Duke stood up again. “Let us go!”
“Oh,” Hannah made that sad face again. “But I get such few visitors. Please, stay.” She did the finger trick again, forcing Duke to sit once more. “I am being a bad hostess.” Hannah said. “Would you gents like anything to eat, drink?” She leaned forward and smiled. “How about some water!”
Paulo began to get a sneaking suspicion that Hannah knew what was going on with them. Until now, Paulo had hoped Hannah had just trapped them, which of course, wasn’t ideal. But at least they could ask for a bathroom (which Paulo was getting closer and closer to doing). But on that last word, he began to suspect that Hannah was up to something.
Paulo and Duke exchanged looks. Joyful at their expressions of confusion, Hannah giggled a little high pitched giggle. She hugged her knees, then flew back into the air. She hovered a few feet above the boys.
“I want to show you guys something.” Hannah said. “Do you know why it rains?”
Paulo really wished they could talk about anything else!
“Yeah, condensation.” Duke said.
Hannah shook her ghostly head. “That is what they tell you in school.” She said. “It is easier to explain, I suppose. But no, wrong. Us ghosts control the weather. Whenever it rains, you boys can think of me. Watch.” Hannah snapped her fingers together sharply. There was a boom of thunder, then, storm clouds rolled in and millions and millions of pellets of water rained down right outside the iron bars of the window. “Pretty cool, huh?” Hannah continued to float in the air. She had her legs raised in the air and kept one leg crossed over the other. She crossed her arms and smiled, looking really proud of herself.
“Yeah…” Paulo said, doing his very best to hid his squirming. “Real cool.”
Duke snuck a grab of his crotch.
“What’s the matter?” Hannah the ghost giggled. “Why are you boys so fidgety? It’s almost like you…” her voice trailed off. “Oh… I see.” Hannah nodded. She looked like she was finally grasping the situation fully.
This might be a mistake, but it was now or never. Now was the best time to ask.
“Hey, Hannah.” Paulo said, crossing his legs tight. “If you are keeping us trapped here, umm, well… do you have any bathrooms?”
Hannah floated down so she was eye level with the guys. “Bathroom? Bathroom, bathroom…” Hannah tapped her lip. “I have been dead for a while, you guys. You are going to have to refresh my memory. What exactly is a ‘bathroom’?”
“Stop this nonsense!” Duke rose again. “You know very well what we are talking about! We need a bathroom! Do you have one, yes or no?”
Hannah wiggled her finger. Duke sat again. “Man, you don’t get tired of that, do you?” Hannah asked. She faced Paulo. “I’m sorry, but seriously, remind me what a bathroom is.” She glanced back at Duke. “I might remember.”
The boys exchanged looks. They nervously looked back at the ghost.
Keeping his hands tucked in between his crossed legs, Paulo began, “A bathroom is a place us humans use to take baths and showers…” Speaking of the bathroom was not helping his urge.
Hannah nodded. “What else takes place in a ‘bathroom’, I wonder?”
“Umm… well… we, uh, we also use the bathroom to clean our hands in the sink.” Paulo said.
“Okay. Anything else that can help jog my memory?” Hannah wondered. “I feel like you are forgetting something, my guy. I just can’t for the death of me put my finger on it…” she tapped her lip again.
“Umm… we, we, uh, well, we…” Paulo stammered.
“Yes?” Hannah raised an eyebrow.
“We also use the bathroom to… relieve ourselves.” Paulo said.
“Relive yourselves how?” Hannah asked.
“Pee, pee, we pee in the toilet which is located in the bathroom!” Duke snapped. “We poop too! Remember now?”
“The bathroom,” Hannah tapped her finger to her chin as if she was doing difficult mental math. “The bathroom, the bathroom… ah, yes!” Hannah snapped her fingers and looked up at the boys. She nodded, triumphantly. “The bathroom.”
“You remember?” Paulo cried.
“How could I forget the bathroom?” Hannah smiled. She then giggled that high pitch giggle.
“Do you have one?” Duke demanded.
“Why, yes, I believe I do.” Hannah said. “Second floor of the tower, first room.”
“May we please use it?” Paulo asked, beginning to lose his patience.
“Um… no, no I am afraid you cannot.” Hannah placed her hands behind her back and continued floating around the room.
Unlike his friend, Duke’s patience was already gone. Duke stood again. “Stop playing games, ghost! You know what we need! Let us use it!”
Hannah smiled. She wiggled her finger, making Duke sit again. “That is a great idea, Duke!” Hannah wailed. “Let’s play a game!”
“What? No,” Duke began. “I didn’t mean….”
“I do apologize, boys.” Hannah kept her back to them. She floated in front of the windows, watching the rainfall. “It is just that… I know I am dead, but in life, I got super turned on by watching guys desperate to pee.”
“Really?” Paulo asked. “Why? I mean, I’m not shaming you, or anything. Just curious.”
“I don’t know.” Hannah shrugged her transparent shoulders. “Your guess is as good as mine. I know it is gross and I am disgusting. But it turned me on. I just loved watching cute guys wiggle and squirm… just knowing an accident was on the horizon! I may be dead, so I no longer have sexual pleasure… or any pleasure for that matter. But trust me, if I was still alive, I would be stroking my clit hard right now! Anyway, ghosts are able to turn invisible so no one sees us. But, as you no doubt know, ghosts are trapped on this plane of existence. We can only move on if we accomplish everything we wanted to do in life. I want to show you boys something else.” Hannah turned back to the boys and waved her arms. The rain drops flew in through the window. They began to swirl together and form images.
Paulo and Duke suddenly saw an imagine of a young girl. She looked just like Hannah. She lay in a bed. She wore the exact same bra and panties she had on now. The girl was wiggling. But Paulo and Duke could tell that she wasn’t uncomfortable. She was excited. She was eager for something to happen.
The door creaked open. A young man stepped in. He was handsome, real handsome. He smiled at Hannah and she smiled back.
“Who is that?” Paulo asked.
“My boyfriend.” Hannah said. The image froze as if it was paused on a TV screen. “Jonothan.” Hannah explained. “This scene took place in this very tower. It was my father’s tower. You see, boys, my mother died young. My father remarried. But my stepmom knew that my father preferred me to her. To make matters worse, my father refused to have children with her. He said he had me. And that was all he needed. Me and my father were best friends. I looked out for my daddy. If my stepmom hurt him in any way, if she did anything I didn’t like, I told my dad and he listened to me and got angry with her. My stepmom knew that as long as I was around, she would never get her way with my father. So, she devised a plan to get rid of me. She made me a piece offering. A cherry pie and some pumpkin juice, my favorite. I refused at first. But she told me that she wanted to be friends. She said that she knew I was dating Jonothan. And she knew my father didn’t allow us to be alone together. So, she said she could take my father on a long date so I could have one-on-one time with Johnny! We could do sexual stuff. I agreed. Realizing she might not be so bad, I ate the pie and drank the juice. My biggest two mistakes. Accepting her offering of food and accepting her offering of a night with my boyfriend. My stepmom took my dad on a date and Johnny came over to the tower. He knew of my fetish for male desperation, see, so he made himself desperate. I had a game in mind for us. I was so excited. See, how I wiggle and squirm. I may not have to pee, no. But I am overly anxious for my boyfriend who does! Now watch.” Hannah snapped her fingers and the image began playing again.
As Hannah narrated her story, the image before the men changed. They saw a wedding between a man and a woman. Young Hannah stood next to the man. They then saw young Hannah yelling at the woman with her father looking depressed in the background. They saw the woman offer Hannah a cheery pie and a glass of pumpkin juice. Then the image changed back to the scene in the bedroom with the handsome man stepping out of the bathroom and Hannah laying in the bed. The image resumed playing.
The young man, Johnny, lay down on the bed besides Hannah. “Ready?” he asked.
“Yeah…” Living Hannah giggled. “You have to pee don’t you?”
“I sure do!” Johnny promised.
“Oh, I love your little bladder bump.” Hannah ran a gentle hand over Johnny’s swollen bladder. “You have to go real bad, huh baby?”
“I sure do.” Johnny grabbed his crotch. In response, Hannah grabbed her clit and began playing. “So, what is this game anyway?” Johnny asked. “You weren’t very specific earlier.”
Hannah opened her mouth to respond. But suddenly, the young girl gripped her stomach and winced in absolute pain. She tumbled off the bed. Johnny leapt to his fete and knelt down besides her.
“Hannah! Hannah! Baby, baby what’s wrong?” Johnny shook the young girl, but it was clear to Paulo and Duke watching this image all these years later… that Hannah was already dead.
Hannah cupped her hands. The image raced into her hands and vanished from sight. “After that, my father was so distraught that I was gone, he hung himself.” Hannah went on. “I hoped to see him if the afterlife, but sadly, his journey came to an end. He moved on to the true afterlife. Life after limbo, I mean. My stepmom got away with it. She killed both of us and got off. I hated that bitch from the beginning!”
“What about Johnny?” Paulo asked. “Where is he?”
Hannah hung her head. “He married and now has a beautiful family and twin girls.” If ghosts could cry, it sounded like Hannah was about to. “I can’t be angry though.” Hannah went on. “I died. I didn’t want Johnny to mourn me forever anyway. I just wish we could have finished our game.”
Paulo and Duke exchanged looks.
“Is that the game you wanted us to play?” Paulo asked.
Hannah was silent a moment before responding. “I know it is nuts.” Hannah said. “But you boys put together looked a lot like Johnny. Didn’t you see? He had your dark hair, Duke. And he often wore it in a bun, just like Paulo. He also had Paulo’s facial structure and Duke’s dimples."
“You didn’t kidnap us just because we are good looking, did you?” Paulo realized. “We remind you of your old boyfriend. The two of us put together look like him… right?”
Hannah nodded sadly. The boys exchanged looks once again. They slowly realized what was going on. Hannah believed that if she played the game with them that she never got to play with Johnny, she could pass on. ‘We can only move on if we accomplish everything we wanted to do in life.’ Hannah had said. She also said, ‘I just wish we could have finished our game.’
“Okay, Hannah,” Paulo sighed. “What’s the game?”
“What?” Duke wailed. “She kidnapped us!”
“She is lonely! She’s lived a sad life!” Paulo protested.
“So has half of America!” Duke shouted. “She still kidnapped us! Let her suffer!”
“Duke!” Paulo snapped.
The boys locked eyes. They had a silent conversion with one another and came to an agreement. They finally looked back at Hannah.
“I know we will regret this.” Duke grunted, shifting his legs. “But, Hannah…”
Paulo continued, asking, “What’s your game?”
End of Part One!!!
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“Thank you, thank you, such fine young gentlemen, helping out a ghostly lady in need!” Hannah exclaimed.
“Yeah, yeah, just hurry before we burst.” Duke grunted, squeezing his legs close to his chest.
“I don’t know,” Hannah smiled, twirling her hair on her finger. “I would rather enjoy watching you boys burst with pee!”
“Hannah,” Paulo said, seriousness in his voice.
“Sorry,” Hannah dropped her hair. “Okay, the game is simple. I am in charge of you boys, of your bladders! I tell you when, where, and how you can pee. Simple enough. I also tell you boys what to do. Like, if I say drink, you drink. If I say, press your bladder, press your bladder. If I say, admire the pretty rain, you admire the pretty rain. Understand?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Duke grunted. “And if we do this, you’ll move on?”
“That is my theory, yes.” Hannah replied.
“Question,” one hand in his crotch, Paulo raised his hand.
“Humh?” Hannah asked, turning to him.
“What happens if we can’t hold it?” Paulo asked. “Like, we try, but we don’t make it?”
“That’s okay,” Hannah said, waving her hand aside. “Accidents happen. And truth be told, I would rather enjoy watching you handsome young gentlemen piss your pants.” She giggled her high pitched giggle.
“Okay… so now what?” Paulo squirmed.
“Now…” Hannah smiled. She snapped her fingers together. Two bottles of water materialized before them, floating in the air, one in front of each man. “You drink.” Hannah ordered. The two men reluctantly took the bottles of water out of the air, uncapped them, and poured them down their mouths. “Good boys.” Hannah giggled. “Drink up. Very good boys! Listening already!” Hannah jumped up and down in the air, excitement flowing through her.
After Paulo and Duke finished their water, Hannah snapped again and made them each drink a second. She then did the same thing again.
After being forced to drink three bottles of water on already very uncomfortable bladders, Paulo and Duke were doing extra squirming. Duke had his feet up on the bed. He pressed his knees close to his chest. Paulo kept uncomfortably crossing and uncrossing his legs. He occasionally had to grab his crotch and squeeze.
“Oh, you poor boys.” Hannah made her famous frowny face. “So full and so uncomfortable. How bad do you boys need to pee? Come on, tell me! Scale one to ten, how bad is the urge?”
Hannah’s face was so filled with excitement and wonder. Strangely enough, Paulo found that making this lonely ghost happy was worth the pain in her bladder. Even if she did kidnap him, Paulo was glad to make her so happy.
Duke on the other hand was not amused. He knew his girlfriend would not approve of him holding his pee for another woman. Granted, Duke didn’t do that for her either. Neither one of them had this strange fetish. But still, this was supposed to be a sexual thing. Duke did not like the idea of doing anything sexual with any one but his girlfriend. Especially this demonic ghost!
“It… it’s getting real bad, Hannah.” Paulo admitted, bringing his knees to his chest like Duke. “I’m at an eight, I think.”
Hannah’s eyes lit up. “Eight! Really?” She cried. “Oh, you gotta go, huh, Paulo? And you, Duke? How full is Duke’s bladder, I wonder!”
“I’m fine.” Duke squirmed, wiggling his legs.
“Come on, tell us, how full is that bladder of yours?” Hannah asked sweetly.
“Fine, a seven!” Duke snapped.
“Ah, so right behind your buddy.” Hannah giggled. “Well, if you boys are good, maybe I’ll let you use a bathroom soon! In the meantime, watch what I can do!” Hannah snapped her figures. A large waterfall materialized in front of the boys. The water ran down out of thin air and vanished before hitting the floor. The waterfall gave off a powerful roaring sound. Duke and Paulo sat on their bed, grasping themselves, holding on as best they could. But that water… Oh that water!
“And hey,” Hannah said. “Check this out!” She snapped again. The waterfall vanished. It was replaced by tiny, yet powerful geysers erupting from the floor. Bits of the floor cracked and broke off, giving way to dozens of small geysers. The geysers couldn’t be wider than a dime, but shot ten feet into the air and gave off another powerful roaring noise, nonetheless. Paulo and Duke watched, unable to break their eyes away from the miniature geyser field that Hannah created for them to witness.
“No, not impressed?” Hannah asked. “Does this do the trick for you?” Hannah snapped again. The geysers vanished. The broken floor repaired itself. Floating a couple feet in the air, appeared an image of a large dam. The dam stood several feet tall. It was nearly as tall as the ceiling. Suddenly, a crack grew and spread over the surface of the dam. A few drips of water spilled out. When the cracks grew big enough, a few squirts of water shot out here and there. Finally, the cracks spread so far that the entire dam broke and gave way. A tidal wave of water flooded the flood in front of them. Watching all that water flow everywhere made Paulo and Duke’s bladders groan and moan in agony.
Finally, growing sick of this, Hannah snapped her figures and the dam vanished. Hannah opened her ghostly mouth to speak, but before she could, Duke jumped in.
“Please, please no more water!” Duke wailed. Duke was now squeezing his genitalia with both hands through his pants. He was shaking. Hannah saw a tear in his eye. She grinned.
“What’s that, Duke? You want to drink more?” Hannah giggled. “Whatever you boys want.” Hannah snapped and a lone bottle of water appeared before Duke.
“Why doesn’t Paulo have to drink more?” Duke demanded. Paulo silently cursed his friend fro trying to drag him down with him.
“Don’t fret, Duke, I have a task for him as well.” Hannah promised.
“Well… what if I refuse?” Duke snapped.
“Then you break the game rules, I am trapped forever on these mortal planes, you boys will be trapped with me forever, and I’ll be real sad!” Hannah used a finger to trace her cheek to represent a tear. “And I know you wouldn’t want any of that to happen! Would you, Duke?”
Grumbling and cursing, Duke snatched up the water bottle and began downing it. Just from watching the water move down the bottle into Duke’s throat, Paulo felt his own bladder twitch. He was sure happy he wasn’t Duke right now! But what did Hannah mean by she had a task for him.
Hannah floated up to Paulo. “Now, Paulo,” she said. “While your friend does that, I have something I need you to do!”
“What’s that?” Paulo asked, horrified to know the answer.
Hannah snapped her fingers. An object appeared on the bed beside Paulo. It looked like a black belt, but strapped to the middle section was a tennis ball. “It’s my tennis ball belt!” Hannah cried. “Put it on! Oh, and make sure the tennis ball is right on your bladder.” Hannah smiled, showing her teeth as she patted her own stomach. Laughing, she flew off.
Paulo examined the foreign object on the bed. He glanced back up at the ghost. “You’re kidding, right?” Paulo asked, hopeful.
“Wow,” Duke smiled. “Suddenly, drinking another bottle of water doesn’t sound so bad.” Duke gently shook the nearly empty bottle of water as he said it. He had his knees pressed together and kept his legs wrapped tight in a pretzel. Duke went back to chugging the water.
Paulo miserably picked up the belt and tied it around his waist. He made sure to place the tennis ball on his bladder. Justin having that added pressure around his waist and even more pressure directly on his bladder made Paulo certain he was going to leak a little. But he somehow managed to keep the flood gates closed.
Hannah floated back up high into the air, giggling. “Insteed of one boy to tease, I now get two!” Hannah squealed with joy. “This is the best day ever!”
“Yeah, what now?” Duke set down his empty water bottle and rubbed his bladder. All that water he drank was already beginning to settle in his urinary bladder.
“We have three rounds.” Hannah said. “I give you a couple challenges a piece. And btw, the three bottles of water at the beginning didn’t count. That was just to warm up your bladders! But the good news is, if you boys pass my challenges successfully, I’ll let you pee a little. ” She pinched her fingers close together and pursed her lips. “Just a little.” Hannah dropped her hand to her side and smiled widely. “Sound fair?”
The boys grumbled. Paulo adjusted his tennis ball belt. Duke kicked away one of the empty water bottles at his feet.
“Music to my ears!” Hannah wailed. “Okay, you both passed the first half of this challenge! Now, challenge two! Duke, we can’t let Paulo have all the fun? Now can we?” Hannah snapped. A counter appeared before them. It appeared to look just like any ordinary kitchen counter. “Press your bladder against it.” Hannah exclaimed.
“Yeah, should have seen that coming.” Duke groaned. “Alright,” Duke stood. Keeping a hand in his groin and shuffling his feet as he walked, Duke knelt down beside the counter. He carefully ramed his bladder up against the polished marble.
“And Paulo,” Hannah said. “Your challenge is to catch up to Duke! I want you to drink, but I can sense you are a strong boy. We’ll give you a bit more. Well, actually you get less to drink, but a different… more powerful substance!” Before Paulo could ask what she meant, Hannah went on, “Tell me, Paulo… do you like coffee?”
Paulo froze up. Coffee always made him have to pee like crazy. He could not drink coffee right now! “Umm… no.” Paulo said. “I don’t like coffee! Sorry!”
Hannah tilted her head to the side, allowing her silvery-white hair to fall in a curtain around her. “Are you lying?” The ghost asked.
“Umm… yeah.” Paulo sighed.
Hannah snapped. A Starbucks coffee appeared floating in front of Paulo.
“It is a small.” Hannah said. “You are welcome! But coffee is still a diuretic. And for some of us, it makes us,” Hannah rose her legs to her chest and squeezed them tightly. Hannah used her ghostly powers to create fake beads of sweat which flew off on her forehead. Shaking her whole ghostly form, Hannah cried, “Gotta go, gotta go!” Hannah laughed, mocking the boys.
Paulo silently wondered if Hannah knew that coffee made him pee more than most people. Hannah is a ghost, Paulo wouldn’t doubt it if she was reading his thoughts right now. Paulo reluctantly began sipping his coffee.
“Nah, nah, take a big gulp!” Hannah cried. “Finish it all down!”
Paulo did as told. Once Paulo finished his whole coffee, Hannah said, “Good boys. Very good boys! Following all my rules! Okay, time for a break. You boys earned it! Paulo, you are free to take that tennis ball belt off… For now anyway. Duke, you may stop your counter torment.”
Duke quickly pulled away from the counter. He felt like all that pressure from pushing a heavy bladder full of urine into that solid surface would make it burst. Paulo was doing no better. As he desperately threw off his belt and grabbed himself, he felt the pressure of his bladder grow and grow as if he was holding back all the world’s oceans inside his body. And compressing them with a belt or tennis ball only made it that much worse.
“Congratulations! And now you boys can get a little relief!” Hannah cried. “But first, bladder check. How full are we? Same scale, one to ten.”
“Eight.” Duke said.
“Nine,” Paulo said, crossing his legs in a pretzel, just like he had seen Duke do earlier.
“Very good.” Hannah clapped her hands together. She then snapped and twin bedpans appeared next to the men.
“Bedpans?” Paulo cried.
“I thought we got an actual toilet!” Duke wailed.
“Just be happy I’m letting you boys pee at all.” Hannah pointed out. “And not even in your pants. You get the bedpans! Honestly, you gentlemen should be thanking me! Be lucky I am so generous. Be warned, boys, next round, I may not be. Now, these bedpans are mostly to discourage you boys from peeing too much. Now, as said before, if you have a little accident and cannot stop the flow, that is okay. But try your best for me. And remember, I am a ghost. I shall know if you are lying to me!”
Well, there went Duke’s idea of lying to Hannah. Duke had planned to pee everything out and tell Hannah he couldn’t hold back. Looks like Hannah was reading his mind now too.
“Now, whip ‘em out and pee!” Hannah cried.
“With… with you watching us?” Paulo demanded.
“No worries, I’ll close my eyes. I promise!” Hannah said, placing a hand on her heart. With her other hand, Hannah held up her second hand beside her and took extra care to cross her ghostly fingers.
“We can see you crossing your fingers!” Duke cried.
“Like you guys didn’t know I was lying to begin with!” Hannah pointed out. “Of course I will look! Sorry boys, that is the way things work around here. But, if you boys don’t want to… we can always pass on this and move on to round two.”
“No, no, we’ll do it!” Paulo cried.
Duke honestly wanted to skip this. He knew when he peed a little, it would be near impossible to stop the rest. Even if he did a two second stream, he would not be able to hold the rest in the rest of the game. But he knew Paulo really wanted to get some pressure off. Duke was afraid if he refused this, Hannah wouldn’t allow Paulo to do it either. Duke honestly thought it would be better for both of them if they restrained from letting any out until this dumb game was over! But he knew Paulo would disagree.
Anxious about Hannah watching them, both boys unzipped their pants. It felt great just getting that tiny pressure off.
As they were getting ready, they heard Hannah whistling above them. “Nice penises!” Hannah cried. “I’m not sure whose I like more. Paulo’s has more girth, but Duke’s is longer…”
“Be quiet, please.” Duke snapped.
“Oh, you shy?” Hannah giggled. “Sorry, I know guys like silence when they pee. I’ll be quiet now.”
Paulo held his bedpan up close to him while Duke left his on the bed and angled his penis at it. Both boys began spraying. A urine stream splashed down into the steel bowl of each bedpan. It felt heavenly! Duke and Paulo both felt their urine levels deceased. Their bladders themselves breathed out a collective sigh of relief.
“And, stop!” Hannah wailed.
Duke grunted, shutting off his lovely stream. Paulo’s stream was more forceful. Paulo took a moment before getting it back under control. Paulo quickly shoved his penis back in his pants to avoid any more coming out. Paulo felt a drip of urine fall from his pee hole into his underwear. His bladder hurt twice as much as it did before. He shouldn’t have peed at all! Now all his body wanted to do was let some more out.
“Good boys, listening to me!” Hannah cried. “Congratulations! You boys made it to round two!”
At least this first round was over. But the worst part of it was now, Duke and Paulo had to stare down at their bedpans and observe the tiny golden puddles against the metal. They watched the yellow swirl around, knowing full well, they may have let out a puddle a piece… but inside, they each still had an ocean.
End of Part Two!!!
“You boys are doing so well! I am impressed!” Hannah cried.
“Just give us the next challenge!” Duke snapped, moving his legs up and down from his chest to the floor.
“A couple little boys desperately need a wee wee, huh?” Hannah laughed. “Okay, round two. First challenge. Duke,” Hannah snapped. A large bowl appeared. Swirling around in the bowl was boiling water. The water inside was so hot, that steam came out the top of the water’s surface. Hannah fanned the bowl. Using her ghostly magic, Hannah commanded the steam to stop and the water to cool. “Sorry, fresh off the stove.” Hannah giggled. “But not to worry. I cooled it down some. Enough so you won’t burn yourself. But it is still warm enough, mind you that it will taunt your poor bladder. Stick your hands in it.”
“WHAT!” Duke wailed.
“Oh, does hot water make Dukey want to pee pee?” Hannah giggled. “Put your hands in the water, Duke. Let’s put it this way… Don’t, and you’ll never get to a bathroom!”
“Oh…” Duke groaned. He hugged himself tight. He reluctantly stuck a hand in the water. Just feeling the hot water made the urine inside Duke’s bladder swirl just like the water in the bowl.
“I’ll bet you want to pee.” Hannah whispered in Duke’s ear. “You have to pee? It’s okay, no need to be embarrassed. We all do it! Well, not me, I’m dead!” Hannah floated over to Paulo. “As for you, Paulo, I can tell you are still more desperate than your friend. Argo, I’ll let you off with an easy task.” Hannah snapped her fingers. A toilet appeared before them. It was the most beautiful sight either man has ever seen. “Stand in front of it.” Hannah ordered. “But no peeing.”
“What, no that’s impossible!” Paulo shouted. “I can’t stand there and not…”
“Do it, chop, chop.” Hannah clapped.
Paulo miserably got to his feet. He had to keep his knees together and hands pressed against his crotch. He waddled until he stood in front of the toilet bowl. The toilet was gleaming as if it had just been cleaned. The sky blue toilet water was smiling up at Paulo, ready for his stream. Staring down at the bowl, Paulo suddenly felt all that coffee e drank really hit his bladder. He had to go worse than ever. The pressure was so intense that he just couldn’t move his hands from his crotch.
“Go.” Hannah said.
Paulo unzipped and pulled his penis out.
“You pee with the seat down? Okay…” Hannah muttered.
Paulo had hopped in leaving the toilet seat down, it might discourage him from peeing. But he knew what Hannah was truly asking, rather telling him to do. Paulo lifted up the seat and held his penis. Paulo breathed heavily. He kept having to hop from foot to foot. It was his only way to keep it in. This was supposed to be an easy task? Paulo felt his bladder begin to cave. He knew some urine slipped out of his sphincter and was in his urethra now. The urine inside was thankfully trapped. Nothing came out. But it wanted to. It took Paulo every last ounce of willpower to keep all that golden liquid locked up tight inside his pee pouch.
Duke was having no better luck at having to stick his hands in water. The hot water ran over his fingers, making his skin itch. Duke’s sphincter began to relax. He quickly had to tense it up again. Beats of sweat made their way down Duke’s face like rainwater on a window. Why did he think of that! Duke felt a rain dew sized drop of urine well up on the tip of his penis. He felt it drip down and wet into his briefs.
This was not made any better by Hannah who insisted on teasing them the entire time. Hannah wrapped a ghostly arm around Paulo (tried to at least, her hand passed straight through him). “You wanna pee, Paulo?” Hannah snickered. “Just think about letting it all go into that beautiful porcelain bowl! Let that yellow stream fly! Relieve your poor bladder of all the pressure.” Hannah soared over to Duke. “And how about you, Duke?” Hannah teased. “Your hands in that bowl, wanting nothing more than to let out some squirts! That hot water reminds you of all the steamy hot liquid inside your full, full bladder. You wanna let it out, huh? I know you do.” Hannah floated to the middle of the room and began speaking to both men at the same time. “How looooooooooong do you boys think your bladders can last?” Hannah asked. “I’ll bet you boys are craving a nice! Long! Well deserved! PEE!”
The moments felt like hours as Duke held his hands in steaming water and Paulo stood in front of a toilet bowl. “Good boys!” Hannah cried at last. “You may stop now.”
Duke yanked his hands out of the hot water. Paulo quickly stuck his penis back in his pants, zipped, and rushed back over to the bed, not even wanting to see that toilet again.
“Now,” Hannah said. “For your last challenge of round two, you gentlemen get the same challenge! Fun, right?” The boys groaned. “Music to my ears!” Hannah giggled. “You boys have to sit perfectly still. That’s right. No potty dancing! Sit still and relax. Do that, and I will let you have an extra long squirt! Fail and well… you’ll see. Sit still, legs spread, no hands…”
“Legs spread too!” Paulo shouted.
“Of course!” Hannah replied. “What did you think I meant by no potty dancing?”
“I thought we could at least sit with our legs together.” Paulo grumbled under his breath.
“Oh, you thought wrong.” Hannah made a pouty face. The men stared up at her. Their eyes were filled with both pain and hate. Their bladders were painful right now and they both hated Hannah. Hannah laughed out loud at their expressions. “Do it, boys, do it!” Hannah shouted.
Miserable and hateful towards their ghost tormentor, the two men sat perfectly still. They kept their hands to their side and their legs spread. Duke and Paulo both closed their eyes and bounced their legs up and down. They each kept trying to grab their crotch before remembering they were unallowed to. It was so painful to keep their hands to the side and not grab on. They weren't even allowed to ease the pressure and sit with their knees together. Duke felt waves crash against his bladder's walls. Paulo felt cracks running along his bladder as it got ready to burst like a dam.
Suddenly, Paulo felt a warm sensation in his pants. He opened his eyes and to his horror, he saw a wet patch slowly form on the front of his jeans. Paulo abandoned sitting still. He quickly pulled his legs together and grasped his penis. He held, squeezed, shuffled it around, nothing helped. He managed to stop the flow, but it took a lot of energy. Paulo just wanted to pee and then nap. He was so tired from this. That coffee was aggravating his bladder beyond belief! Paulo felt another squirt come out. His wet patch turned darker for a moment. The wet patch spread a few centimeters before stopping again. Paulo still had tidal waves locked inside. But his wet patch was now the size of a baseball.
“I leaked…” Paulo whimpered in a heavy whisper. His voice went so high that it sounded feminine for a moment. “I leaked…” Paulo repeated.
“You leaked?” Duke looked up.
“I leaked!” Paulo whispered.
Hannah floated in the air on her stomach. She kicked her feet behind her and rested her head on her arms. She looked like a five-year-old watching TV. “Wow…” Hannah mused. “That is soooo hot! I swear, if I could still feel my clit, I’d be fingering it nonstop right now!” Hannah floated back into an upright position. “Okay, that is enough.” She said.
“Oh, thank god!” Duke quickly brought his legs back together and squeezed them until the circulation in his legs was completely cut off.
Paulo kept holding his now soaked crotch. His pants were so wet. It was as if they were tempting him to pee even more. ‘I am already wet,’ Paulo’s pants were saying. ‘What is the harm in wetting me some more? You know you can’t last…’
Hannah clapped her transparent hands together. “Okay, bladder check!” Hannah called. “How we doin’, boys?”
“Nine…” Duke moaned.
“Nine and three quarters.” Paulo whimpered.
“Oh,” Hannah made a sad face. “Well, I know what’s gonna cheer you boys up!” Hannah said with her ghostly smile. “Well, not you, Paulo. I’m sorry, but the rules clearly state that if you leak, you are unallowed to have relief.”
“No, they don’t!” Duke snapped. “You never said that!”
“I didn’t tell you guys?” Hannah shrugged. “Must have slipped my mind.”
“You can’t just make up rules!” Duke shouted.
“I am the game master here, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” Hannah replied. “Anyway, Paulo, you leaked on that last challenge. So no more pee pees for you! Sorry,” Hannah traced a finger down her cheek again. Another fake tear. “Duke, as for you, my dear,” Hannah said. “I was too generous last time with the bedpans. This time, just piss yourself. Five seconds, a quick piss in the pants, let’s go! You don’t want Paulo to have all the fun of pissing himself, do we?” Hannah let out her high pitched girly giggle.
“Is it okay if I don’t?” Duke asked. Duke may have peed in the bedpan last time. But not only was he determined to keep his pants completely dry, but he also knew the more he peed, the more he would want to let the rest out.
“Sorry, but I tell you what to do, remember.” Hannah said. “It is not optional. FYI, I was just bidding around last time about taking the bedpans away. I was still gonna make you piss in ‘em! Like I’m making you piss your pants right now.”
“Why are you such a bitch?” Duke asked.
Hannah laughed. “I am no bitch! You two are my bitches! Jeez, Duke, you are very argumentative today.”
Duke rolled his eyes. “Maybe because you kidnapped us and…”
“You still on that?” Hannah demanded.
“Still on that?!? You kidnapped us!” Duke wailed.
“Just pee your pants!” Paulo shouted. Paulo was at the point he just wanted this stupid game to end. Hannah would be free and the men could use the bathroom (hopefully). “Dude, as soon as she is free, you and I are free!” Paulo pointed out.
“He makes a good case.” Hannah agreed.
“Fine! I’ll do it!” Duke rose to his feet. Taking a deep breath, Duke lowered his hands to his sides. He then relaxed his muscles and felt his stream slowly inch out. Soon, Duke was making a hot stream in his pants. He felt it roll down his legs, soaking his pant legs as well as his butt. Duke slowly counted in his head. Even peeing his pants felt good at this point! Due wanted to prolong the moment as much as he could. Unfortunately for him, Hannah was also counting along out loud. When Hannah got to five, Duke was forced to shut off the stream. Duke’s bladder was so pressurized at this point, that it hurt to stop the flow. But he did. Duke sat down. He noticed a small puddle on the floor where he had been a moment ago. Hannah noticed too.
“Man, if I wasn’t already dead, I would lick that shit up.” Hannah said. Hannah’s hand flew down to her panties where she began fingering herself.
“I thought you said you can no longer feel your clitoris.” Duke said.
Hannah looked up. “Huh? Oh, I can’t. Force of habit I suppose!” Hannah pulled her hand away. “Congrats, boys!” Hannah said. “You beat round two! Onto the third and final, also the hardest, round.
End of Part Three!!!
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Hello everyone! I'm back with another alternate perspective from existing stories on Omoorg (these are turning out to be surprisingly fun!). After reading @BartleyZumboza's story Tales from a Country Where Women don't Pee (Link below), I thought it would be interesting to create another perspective of another character that lives in this island nation as the premise of the original story was really interesting and I wanted to expand on it (With the author's endorsement, of course.)! In case you haven't read the original, I highly advise you do so as it has important context to this story, as I would almost consider this story like a "fan sequel". Also the original is super cool so you should read it anyway! I hope to collaborate more with Bartlet in the future!
Without further ado! Here are More Tales from a Country where Women Don't Pee!
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Hello everyone! I have been a long-time lurker on this site but have finally decided to come out of hiding. This is in part due to Kanu’s explanation and stories of our small island of the Kingdom of Jalabhumi. Seeing such a positive reaction to our small island nation inspired me to write about some of my own experiences of our small island nation and it’s intricacies. I will be forgoing my name as well as the names of my friends and family to protect our identities as, well, we are a small nation. I wouldn’t want to expose my fiancé or my friends and family members as it wouldn’t be the most difficult thing in the world to find out who we are and where we live (For example, Kanu, if you’re reading this, I know exactly what hotel you work at and your wife’s name has been dropped from time to time, as she is becoming a local celebrity, but I digress… :P).
For those unaware, the people of our island practice a unique religion where our women act as our protectors against nature and invaders, by forgoing uses of the restroom to hold at their maximum capacities. Their service is to our goddess, Anakketta, helping her keep her liquids at bay by retaining as much of theirs. It’s a very spiritual and developed religion as it is one of great age. However, I admittedly am not very good at explaining it, Kanu does a much better job of doing so, so I will link his post here in case you haven’t read it already, which I highly recommend you do.
Anyway, I’d like to open about some of my experiences. My mother and father were what you would call a typical Jalabhumese family: my mother the head of household and my father being the “paṇikkutira”, or workhorse, of the family. My mother worked as well, but only a few hours a week, compared to my father which I didn’t see or even hear from too often. A Jalabhumese family is obviously matriarchal, with the woman of the house controlling the finances and decisions, but my mother was strict and dominated the house. It seems like an exaggeration, but my father was on a tight leash. Onto the rest of my family, well… it’s safe to say I wasn’t the favorite. I had SEVEN older sisters, I was the last child, and the only male. It seems as sex forward as Jalabhumese society can be, I think my mother still preferred forgoing contraceptives. Seven sisters. In a female dominated society. You’d be correct to say I got more than my fair amount of teasing from my sisters, elder and younger. I’ve watched them all go through adolescence and practice Niranyu. They are all very capable women, with my eldest sister being the most impressive. She was taught directly from my mother, who is just as impressive. My other sisters weren’t taught nearly as strictly as my eldest sister was, but they are all capable of holding two days, maybe three before performing an Anakketta Chearccha. My sisters would haze me for being a male and not being able to perform to the standards they could set. This is common in Jalabhumi, sexism against men isn’t very common as it is mostly teasing and hazing by the women, but some young men have stepped forward claiming they’ve been feeling harassed and marginalized because of how women treat them. It’s a topic everyone has an opinion on, but I won’t get too political here. My sisters’ hazing did make me feel a little inadequate, admittedly, so I started practicing my own holding schedule right when I hit my teens, and I found the first few hours to be pretty easy, easier than I thought, actually. I was able to hold for an entire day rather comfortably, easily being able to go when getting up, making it through school, then the rest of the day, then relieving myself before going to sleep. I’ve even been able to make it to the morning after, albeit with considerable discomfort. At this rate I could challenge my sisters at their Niranyu. I wouldn’t necessarily participate in Niranyu; a man doing so has been considered somewhat taboo as it supposedly threatens the standing of women as our dominate figures. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to for quite a few years.
I was always considered one of the best students in our school system, got very good grades, and my father always saw potential in me. My mother was content with whatever I end up being, be it a service worker of even just a house-husband, not uncommon occupations in Jalabhumi. However, my father saw more in me, and somewhat against my mother’s wishes, he arranged a host family in the UK to house me as I studied in one of Britain’s top secondary schools. At 14, I was moving halfway across the world from the tiny island I called my home.
I won’t go into too much detail here as obviously it is unrelated to Jalabhumi, but the TL; DR is that I completed my secondary schooling in the UK with honors, then moved onto college in Amsterdam where I earned a degree in Data Analytics. I became fluent in English and very easily could’ve stayed in Europe for the rest of my life. But I was homesick. I never revisited my family back in Jalabhumi, only exchanging video calls every week or so with my parents. I would rarely see my sisters as some of them had already moved out and gotten jobs on the island (the second oldest was the only one who left, becoming a resort manager in the Maldives). Needless to say, I missed my family, even my bothersome sisters. Perhaps because I had a point to prove to them. While staying in Europe, I continued to practice holding my bladder, not out of any need or desire, but just because I could. I dumbfounded myself with how natural holding came to me, and it was relatively easy to build up the strength to last another day, then a second, making it so I could easily hold for three days. My bladder didn’t so much as bulge from all this holding or liquid, as many Jalabhumi women are prone to do, to the point they look ready to give birth, but it made the area in my abdomen extremely hard and dense. I suppose my bladder doesn’t so much stretch as it does have strength for what it is.
Anyway, I had lived in Europe for 6 years, gotten a good job at an international corporation, but couldn’t deny myself from my home country any longer. I missed the culture and the food (European food always seemed so bland and dry to that in Jalabhumi), and the weather especially. The UK and the Netherlands were certainly rainy and wet as Jalabhumi often is but adjusting to the frigid temperatures in the winter almost turned me into an icicle. I asked my work if it was possible to work from a tiny island in the Indian Ocean, and to my delight, they said that my services would be more than satisfactory working remotely. I told my family the wonderful news, and my parents were delighted, my mother in tears. I suppose she did love her son even though she never really showed it before.
I said goodbye to the few friends I made in Europe, and basically sold the few belongings I had and moved back to my beloved Jalabhumi. My parents organized a big reunion with all my sisters to welcome me back. Everyone was happy to see me, hugs, gifts, and a lot of catching up to do. A couple of my sisters already had husbands, my oldest sister even expecting a child. However, she was still quick to harass me, much as she had in the past. She was skeptical that the “outside world” may have corrupted me, reminding me that as a man, I have a position in Jalabhumese society to service a wife, as opposed to the male-dominated society I had grown accustomed to. I’ll admit I got a bit annoyed. I started a bit of a heated debate with her which I probably shouldn’t have. Arguing with my sister is frustrating, as she always tries to divert the subject or come up with bullshit arguments. One of these diversions came up, when she realized she ran out of convincing arguments: “Whatever, [me]. I don’t have to take your word for a second. Especially a man unable to hold the burdens of Anakketta that a woman would.” She said smugly. I kind of lost it here. I told her that I am not the little boy she knew more than half a decade ago. I still had the blood of a Jalabhumi in me, my bladder is just as capable as any other. This outburst rocked the already awkwardly unsettled reunion. Breaking the gender gap and asserting that a man can hold as well as a woman can is unheard of in Jalabhumi; it was just common knowledge that they weren’t. But I was confident in my bladder’s abilities, and I had a massive point to prove to not only her, but my other sisters and my parents. My sister scoffed and said that the education in Europe had corrupted my mind of the superior gender dynamic in Jalabhumi. I called her out as saying she was scared. Honestly a bit of a bluff, but she was as competitive as anyone. And the gloves were off. My oldest sister officially challenged me, in front of my entire family, that she would be here tomorrow and participate in a test of our bladders. I confidently accepted; I even taunted her my claiming her pregnancy would make it an easy victory for me. She had no response but to sulk and return to her room, which her husband sheepishly and quietly followed behind.
My mother chewed me out for being so aggressive and claimed to not go through such a challenge to avoid humiliating myself. I snapped at her saying that I again was not the boy I used to be, and I wouldn’t back down from the sister that always harassed me. My father pulled my mother back and gave her a nod to say that it would be best to settle our differences ourselves. The reunion ended then and there, everyone quietly returning to their rooms. I went back to my old room, which my mother converted into a place she sewed after I moved out, the sewing machine on my old desk, but my bed just as I remembered it. I laid in bed, physically and mentally preparing myself for the contest to prove myself and see my sister fail.
Waking up the next morning was a bit surreal, being in the room I hadn’t been in since I was a child. The rush of nostalgia was complemented by my mother making breakfast. It was like going back in time. I crawled out of bed and into the dining room where my oldest sister was already eating, and notably had her legs crossed and bouncing. I admittedly hadn’t peed in almost two days so I was also feeling an early morning need but nothing I couldn’t manage. I said good morning, and my sister whipped her head around. I expected some kind of death glare or snarky comment, but to my surprise, she actually gave me an apology.
She said she was just worried about how I would be after being away for so long and that she was defensive because she cared about me and didn’t want me to change into some misogynist while I was studying abroad. The TL; DR, she was just worried about me and paranoid that I would change. It was a nice heart-to-heart, even barely though I was barely awake. We made up, hugged it out, and I can truly say that despite her past teasing, my sister still cared about me. It was nice.
But there was another thing. She made a very brief comment essentially calling off the contest we made in our anger yesterday, citing that “she didn’t want to put me through that.” I didn’t back down though. I jokingly said I wasn’t the younger brother she knew me as before and that I wouldn’t back down. She laughed, saying that even still, a man would never be capable of holding as much as a woman who was trained in Niranyu, slightly mockingly. She announced that even during her pregnancy, she would still only relieve herself at a minimum of once every two days. I mentioned it was more than two days since I had last relieved myself, and she was quite taken aback. The time didn’t exactly blow her out of the water, but I could tell her confidence had waned a bit at this notion. Finally, after a bit of bickering, she conceded: “Fine! If you want to be so adamant, we can have a friendly contest of strength after I complete my Anakketta Chearccha later today. Just don’t get too grumpy when you lose!” she said with a smug grin amidst fidgeting, crossed legs, even placing a hand on her lap. My mother could only smile as she heard our contest. It was not uncommon for my sisters to bicker about who had the best bladder, to which my mother saw as adequate “practice” for Niranyu in their adolescence. I suppose our little contest was a bit of a nostalgia trip for her as well.
My eldest sister and I were the first ones up, my other sisters slowly trickled into the dining room after smelling my mother’s cooking. The husbands had left the night before to return to their roles in the house and for work. We told them about our contest, and they all seemed quite bewildered for being able to hold for two days. The third oldest even called my bluff saying I was lying. I let her feel my rock-hard abdomen for confirmation, which she conceded. The force of her palm certainly wasn’t welcome. After breakfast, my eldest sister was already considerably more fidgety and desperate, as were the rest of my sisters, as a matter of fact. As they all were meeting up for my return anyway, they organized their Niranyu services to be synchronized for Anakketta Chearccha. It is said that group AC’s are good practices to occasionally take part in within groups of family and friends. The Anakettapustakam scripture (I don’t recall which passage) states that these group AC’s are ways of testing Anakketta’s strength so she can hold back even stronger floods, as well as improve the willpower of the women performing them, as well as deepening the bond and friendship between them. Occasionally you will see a long line of women at one shrine when others are available, as it is said breaking the group into multiple shrines is bad luck for Anaketta. So, I sat with my sisters eating our delicious breakfast as they each showed varying degrees of desperation. My youngest sister who is still a year older than me has the smallest bladder of the seven sisters, and she was about ready to explode. Fidgeting in her seat, scissoring her legs, and making slight moans and groans between bites. Sitting next to me, it was quite annoying listening to her, as it didn’t make my situation any easier either. Looking down the line of my sisters, glancing at their abdomens they looked just about as pregnant as the eldest, who of course was actually pregnant. More fidgeting, crotch grabbing, you know, the works. As I grew to know each sister, they all seemed to have their own “style” of holding, it would seem, it’s very interesting. However, for the sake of being concise, I won’t get into the details… for now.
After breakfast, the youngest seemed just about ready to burst, she begged the others if they could already commit their Anakketta Chearccha, and that she apologized for being so weak, blaming the drinks she had the night before, and that she would make it up for the next one. Rather begrudgingly, they all agreed, but I think they were all somewhat relieved that someone else asked first; they all seemed to be very clearly in a desperate state. As they were leaving to begin their short pilgrimage to the shrine, my eldest sister said that she would give me a slight head start by saying I should use the bathroom now, and that we would begin our contest when they came back (wouldn’t it be more of a handicap then, if I was going to relieve myself first?).
I did relieve myself anyway when they left, and this is where I would like to get into the bathroom facilities of Jalabhumi, to which I’m surprised Kanu failed to mention in detail in his work. Running water and plumbing services were introduced to Jalabhumi around the same time the rest of the world did, our capital city even getting a state-of-the-art water system that some western cities would envy even today (thank our brilliant women engineers!). However, the concept of toilets in Jalabhumi was a very controversial issue some decades ago. Historically women would of course commit to their shrines and men would mostly relieve themselves wherever they pleased, but the issue of the… “other” need was relegated to outhouses and sanitation shacks. These structures were mostly shared between houses and very basic, only meant to service that “second need”. When Jalabhumi got our plumbing system, we forwent our waste services for more than a century, but when we started getting tourists and other nations declaring us a third-world country for lacking private amenities, it created some controversy. The government went back and forth on the issue, seeing it as a necessary quality of life for modern homes in Jalabhumi, but more radical politicians stating it will make women complacent by having a way to relieve themselves in their own homes without needing to visit a shrine, and thus weaken the strength of Anakketta. A solution was reached when a team of engineers designed a very special toilet: one specifically used for that second need, while making it impossible for women to relieve their normal burdens without making a huge mess on the floor. By using a much smaller seat, you could comfortably sit on it and do your “business” without being tempted to piss along with it (which still took a great deal of strength). Men could still easily pee standing up into the bowl (granted they have good aim), but it was nigh impossible for women to pee in the bowl cleanly without doing some insane acrobatics and contortions. Generally speaking, it still uses the honor system, but peeing in a toilet as a women is a one way ticket to being called a jaladhara, naturally. So yeah, history lesson over.
I took a relaxing piss, taking well over a minute to complete, before heading back to my room to work on my laptop for a few things I needed to complete for work before my sisters get back. I took them the better part of two hours for them to come back, where they explained that another group of women were ahead of them, and my eldest sister, stubborn as she is, refused to commute to a different shrine, because the priestess at this shrine was a close friend of her that she had not spoken to for some time. Needless to say, you can imagine the state of my sisters with huge, bulging bladders, double crossing their legs, hopping from foot to foot, yet maintaining their composure as best they can with small talk with the other group. Before you ask why I didn’t tag along, it is generally frowned upon for a man to attend an Anakketta Chearccha if they aren’t their husband or lover, even if it’s family. Nevertheless, my sisters looked a lot less bloated and a lot more relieved come their return. This is when my sister declared our contest official, cementing it by downing an entire glass of fruit juice high in diuretics, and urged I do the same, which I did. We cheered to a friendly competition between family, but we went along our regular days, checking in on one another to tease and such.
The first day was naturally rather uneventful. We both matched our drinking levels, both of us attempting to one up the other. By the time I went to bed that night, I was quite full, not in the bladder, but in my stomach from all the liquids we drank. Sleeping it off was easy. Waking up the next morning was not much different, greeted my sister the same, and I made my own breakfast since our mother was out doing community work maintaining a local shrine. The only main difference was that my sister and I drank perhaps three times we normally would, but we didn’t overdo it. She then surprised me suggesting we go into town and scour the local market for fresh fruits for dinner. She also hinted that it would be a fun challenge for me. Seeing squirmy and bulging women in public in Jalabhumi was far from an uncommon sight, so much so it’s almost expected, so some desperation is only natural. Seeing a man squirm, tug on his crotch, and stagger his walk would raise a few eyebrows. Some conservative citizens would even cringe in disgust as they see it as an “attack” on the culture of Jalabhumi. I think that was my sister’s intention. I admittedly did have a bit of a nag in my bladder, all the juices were finally making its way through me. Maintaining my composure wasn’t too difficult out on the town, even after my sister offloaded heavy bags of fruit and vegetables. I concede that when we got back from our shopping, I did have a bit of an err in my step, almost like a limp. I was hardly desperate, but sometimes I would get a bit of a pang from my abdomen alerting me to consider using the bathroom. My sister exhibited little example of the sort. I was beginning to get a bit concerned whether I would eat my words, but luckily, I got a bit of a confidence boost while dinner was being prepared.
My father was staying late at his manual labor job, so my mother and sister made something like that of curry with the juicy fruits we bought today. I was relegated to the living room (or at least our equivalent of a living room in Jalabhumi), as I was as useless in the kitchen as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. I mostly browsed the internet on my laptop, and I suppose my sister didn’t think I was paying attention, because their signs of desperation were profound. They swung their hips back and forth, crossed their legs, hopped from foot to foot, pretty much someone on the verge of having an accident. I also noticed her whisper something to my mother next to her. I’m no expert at lip-reading but if I had to guess, it was something along the lines of: “How is he holding it so long? He should have pissed a long time ago!”. My mother’s shrug in response seems to support this theory. It gave me the confidence to keep going, even when my abdomen became solid to the touch, and I occasionally had to shift how I sat to keep myself distracted.
Dinner came and went and the fruits we bought were certainly beginning to have an effect. Jalabhumi has some fruits that are solely native to the island, and we hardly ever export them as we only produce enough to sustain ourselves on such a small, remote island. These fruits are incredibly juicy and flavorful but have some of the highest diuretic properties of anything that you can consume, much more that you would find in a normal pharmacy, that’s for sure. Jalabhumese men and women have almost built what you would call a tolerance for the effects of the fruits, but they are still extremely profound. An average Jalabhumese women probably would be able to go an extra day or more if given a normal diet of crop from the continents. I can’t say the same for tourists, however, it’s not uncommon for a tourist to finish a meal then rush straight to a restroom ready to piss themselves.
The curry was having an effect on me, going to bed after dinner I was able to grip my penis and hold myself to my heart’s content without the eyes of my sister, but it made falling asleep difficult. However, I could take solace in the fact that my sister ate perhaps twice as much as I did without thinking, as she was eating for two after all, and two would also be making fluids for the bladder of one.
Waking up the next morning was interesting. My dreams were filled with nothing but scenes of raging waterfalls and torrential rains. It was almost as if it was a flood not even Anaketta could contain. Luckily, I woke up dry, I thanked myself for the training and my bladder not failing me. I walked into the dining room to see my sister all by herself. Her hands gripping her legs, her foot tapping rapidly, and her left leg fiercely crossed over her right. Her expression was one that can only be described as truly desperate. I said good morning, and she frantically replied the same. I could tell things were getting interesting, but I admit I was starting to cut it close, nearing 72 hours of non-stop holding. I knew my limit wasn’t far off, but my sister’s wasn’t either. I asked her where everyone was, noting the emptiness of the house. She replied that everyone but her went to perform another Anaketta Chearccha, with my dad going to work. I sat next to her, I wasn’t particularly hungry considering how full I was, and I mostly wanted to just stay still to avoid an accident. It sounds weird, but at this point my sister was a sight to behold. Along with her pregnant figure, her abdomen was still very prominent below it, signifying a large bladder bulge, no doubt her baby resting and squeezing it from above. She looked the most desperate I had ever seen her, and I must admit I was almost proud of the fact. Bringing my sister to this state was an accomplishment for both of us, but I certainly wasn’t going to quit now.
Hours crawled by, each minute bringing more strain than the next. I tried my best to distract myself with movies and videos on my laptop, but it was incredibly difficult to stay still in any meaningful capacity. I wouldn’t say I was “pee dancing” by this point, but to say I wasn’t aggressively fidgeting would be a blatant lie. My sister was similar, but looked far more frantic. She didn’t wish to preserve her self-image anymore; she clutched her crotch around her curvaceous bulge and constantly scissored and gripped her legs tightly together. She was hardly subtle about observing my condition either, constantly fixating her eyes on my and my abdomen, looking for a bulge or a leak, anything to give her hope. My confidence grew, but I knew that nothing is over until it’s over.
And then, as if on cue, a faint rumble of thunder could be heard above us, followed by a louder rumble, then an even louder crack. A sprinkle of rain began hitting the window, which quickly grew into a massive downpour in no less than a minute. Jalabhumi’s weather on full display. This worked to my advantage. I’m not one to easily falter to the sound of rain or waterfalls or dripping faucets. They more so serve as a “reminder” of needing to pee rather than amplifying the need. My sister wasn’t in the same boat. As the onslaught of water berated the house, her expression showed the clenching of teeth and grimaces of strain. She audibly swore under her breath, pleading to herself to just hang on a little bit longer, that she would win if she just kept holding. I was starting to feel bad for her. Maybe I should just concede? I wouldn’t want her to hurt herself or her baby, as she was clearing going beyond her limit.
I gave her another 15 minutes of intense strain, and I couldn’t suppress my guilt any longer. My sister looked like an absolute wreck. Her face was pale with her brow drenched in sweat, her abdomen looking so swollen her shirt could not contain it, hunched over, her legs crossed so tightly it risked popping a blood vessel. I decided that there were no winners in this contest, and that I had to be the bigger man.
“Right.” I spoke up. “This is over. I had enough of this.” I began to stand up slowly, the action creating a great toll on my bladder as I could feel urine already start to enter my urethra.
My sister could barely speak. “H-h-huh?...” She spoke softly. “W-what do you mean?...”
I gave no response other than to walk to the sliding door of our living room, where upon opening it I was faced with the oppressive downpour created by Talikkuka. My bladder protesting fiercely but knowing relief was near, it nearly began the process of emptying itself then and there. It took nearly all I had to stem it off, just for a few more seconds.
That was all I needed. I undid my pants, whipped out my penis, and immediately pissed a downpour strong enough to contest the rain beating on my body. To say the relief was heavenly was an understatement. The stream was the strongest I could possibly produce, but the process of emptying my titanium-steel bladder took it’s time, and the relief was slow to escalate, but it was absolutely amazing. The stream even started to make a divet in the dirt, but I could hardly care about the landscaping at this point. Pissing so much, so freely, in the rain, it was like out of a movie or fanfiction, it didn’t even seem real. From about 5 minutes since the beginning of my piss, it eventually started to taper off, my bladder finally emptying, and myself in complete ecstasy.
I just barely noticed the hiss of a second stream next to me, and to my surprise, found my sister denying her duties as a servant of Anaketta, squat down with her pants around her ankles peeing into the grass as freely as I was, her stream contesting mine. She let out an audible moan that sounded more like an orgasm. You could see her abdomen shrink ever so slightly over time, almost as if her bladder took up more room than her baby. She prayed through her moaning, begging Anaketta for her forgiveness but also thanking her for her desperately needed relief. I was about done by this point, and wanted to give her some privacy, well, as much as I could. I shook off (as guys do when they finish), went back inside and started drying myself off from the rain with a towel. My sister went inside shortly after, looking beyond relieved and much healthier, her color returning to her face much more relaxed, only drenched, and the only semblance of a bulge being that of her offspring.
“I guess you won huh?” I asked her jokingly.
She didn’t respond at first. I took it as her being ashamed of pissing outside her duties, so I decided to keep quiet. But the next thing I knew was being hugged tightly by her.
“Thank you… Thank you so much…” She muttered with tearful eyes.
I’m glad I took the initiative to end our silly contest. I knew my sister was not one to lose easily or bring shame upon herself, even if it could kill her. She probably knew this as well, but was against herself with coming up with the courage to actually piss when she was well past her limit. I perhaps saved her from more than I know.
I hugged her tightly.
“You’re welcome.”
It was a heartfelt moment I’ve never felt with any of my sisters. It brought us closer together than ever before, and it made me appreciate my family as a whole.
The two of us relaxed, and talked much more freely like siblings, putting the contest behind us. The rest of the family showed up about an hour later, and noting our relaxed expressions, knew that the contest was over. My sisters immediately asked us who won. My sister looked at me, and said she did, but it was really close. I agreed.
My sisters were joyed that one of their own won, but still were beyond impressed by my sister’s account, citing that I had the biggest bladder of any man on Jalabhumi, a nice title, to be sure.
I never brought up my sister peeing in the backyard. To the rest of my family, she managed to reach a shrine well after I had already relieved myself, and that’s the story that appears to be true in my family’s eyes. But she knew the truth, and we came to a mutual respect between the two of us. We ate dinner as a family, being once again welcomed home by my family with much less tension and can truthfully say that I appreciated them much more after the contest than before.
But life moves on. My sisters went back to their lives and homes, and I decided to follow through living on Jalabhumi but separate from my parents. I found a nice home on the outskirts of Anakkettapuram, with a strong internet connection to work and even play games and chat online with my friends. This is where I met my fiancé, who I’ll get into detail the next time I write. She is a very interesting character I’d like you all to meet, and I’m proud to call her my future wife.
Until then, I hoped you enjoyed my own little excerpt of my small home nation and its intricacies! If you have any questions, I’ll do my best to answer them in my next post! And of course, I’d like to thank Kanu for the wonderful inspiration of exposing our island to you wonderful people.
Until then! Talkkālaṁ viṭa! |
Here's the next chapter in the Bedwetting Blunders series. This was originally meant to be published on Halloween, but different circumstances ended up delaying it. I hope you enjoy regardless. Let me know what you think, and feel free to tell me about any Halloween themed bedwetting stories you have.
“Do you want to hear a scary story I hear about our cabin?” Faye scanned the room for takers, but no one seemed to be listening. “Figures,” she said to herself. Faye was typically an outcast, always being shunned by her peers for being the weird girl that was into occult practices.
“No one wants to any of that because it’s all bogus,” Samantha chimed in. A beautiful and busty blonde, her popularity in school emanated a dominant aura that none would dare defy. “Besides, it’s already nighttime. I just want to go to bed.”
“Oh please, we all know the real reason is because you’re too much of a pussy to handle it,” Terri snapped back. Terri was a tomboy, but more on the muscular side. She used that for good, acting as the bully of bullies and an older sister figure to the more quiet and reserved girls in school. Faye was happy to have her in the same cabin, especially to keep Sam in check.
“Well, actually,” Sara interjected and adjusted her square-frame glasses before continuing, “even if she was scared, it’s theoretically improbable, if not impossible, for such a paranormal anomaly to occur. As Samantha states, it’s ‘bogus’.” Sara wasn’t the loud type, but as a girl of science, it was hard for her to keep her mouth closed when anything defied her way of thinking. She was a geek in every sense of the word, including her appearance, sporting impractically long, red, braided twintails that ended at her butt.
“I-I’m not scared of anything!” Sam rebutted, clearly taken aback by the accusations weighed against her. “We can listen to the dumb story. I doubt it’s nothing but fluff anyways.”
“Hehehe,” Faye chuckled to herself. “Sounds good to me. Everyone else in?” she asked with a slightly crooked smile.
“Eh, could be fun. Camp’s been boring so far anyways.” Terri sat down on the floor next to Faye’s bed, spreading her legs out as she got comfortable.
“Very well, I’ll humor your fairytale,” Sara said, taking her seat across from Terri. “But just so you know, I don’t believe any of this for a second!”
“Well, for once it seems we’re in agreement, dork,” Sam commented as she crossed her legs on her bed. “Well creep? Let’s hear it. Tell me a story that’ll make me pee my pants in fear,” she challenged sarcastically.
“Oh, how topical,” Faye said eerily, her cold chill entering the cabin. “I’ve got the story just for you then.” The cultist girl proceeded to open a black journal she had on her nightstand and read from it. “About 30 years ago, when Camp Wellspring was first founded, there were a group of four girls in this exact cabin. All of them were pretty typical girls, except for one. She had a certain… condition. She was a bedwetter.”
“What?” The blonde interrupted. “What part of this is scary? Are you sure you’re not just reading your fetish journal?” The two other girls snickered a bit, but that didn’t stop Faye from continuing the story.
“Don’t you worry. But just so you know, it’s rude to make fun of the dead.” All three girls shut up at that comment. “One night, the other girls in the cabin discovered her wearing nighttime protection and dogpiled onto her. They teased her and even beat her up for the entire night. The following night, she took her fate into her own hands. Brandishing a knife, she slaughtered all of her cabin mates, before taking her own life.”
“H-hey,” Sara said with a shiver, “that’s getting a bit too real, don’t you think?”
“Hehe, are you scared?” The purple-clad occult club member joked.
“Of course not!” Sam answered on the science girl’s behalf. “I-it’s preposterous. Totally horse crap!”
“I gotta admit, it does all come off as a bit farfetched,” Terri chimed in.
“Don’t believe me? That’s fair. After all, I didn’t believe it myself. I thought it was just a campfire story that my upperclassmen were gassing me up with. That is, until I got here and found this.” Faye moved her bed, revealing a large red stain soaked into the wooden floor. A shiver ran down the other girls’ spines. Even Terri, despite her usual courage, was unnerved by the sight and the obvious implications.
“That’s fucked up,” the butch girl said aloud, causing the less brave girls around her to shiver.
“Well, that’s not the end,” Faye said. “Apparently her ghost still roams around the campgrounds at night. Our school newspaper has had reports of sightings almost every year, ranging from the councilor’s office to the bathrooms, and worst of all, our specific cabin.”
“Okay, I’ve heard enough!” Samantha said before storming out the door. “I-I’m heading for a walk. I want to get some fresh air before bed.”
“Uh, yeah. I gotta take a piss. I’ll be back in a bit,” Terri said before making her own leave. Faye turned to look at Sara, prompting her to scootch backwards a little bit.
“I-I don’t have anything better to do, so I’m heading straight to bed!” And do so she did, burying herself under the covers, making herself invisible to the world around her. Faye chuckled, moving her own bed back where it was and getting in it to rest herself.
“Jeez, stupid freak,” Sam said as she kicked a rock in the dark. “She’s actually got me rattled over nothing.” She sauntered a bit into the woods to calm herself, but that turned out to be a mistake. As she went a bit deeper, the sounds of the wild animals and lack of lighting save for the moon only served to build the already nestled fear in her heart. What’s more she could feel the need to relieve herself rising. “Damn, I should’ve went with Terri to the restroom.” She scanned her surroundings before biting her lip. She could still go now, but she remembered what Faye said about the ghost. “I guess I could just go here. No one would know,” she thought to herself. However, she barely made it halfway through pulling her pajama shorts down before she noticed some heavy rustling in the bushes in front of her. “W-who’s there?” She questioned, pulling her shorts back up. Silence followed. She took a step backwards before bumping into something. She didn’t dare say a word as she felt a breath against her cheek, the presence behind her saying only one thing.
“Sam.”
Sam turned tail and ran with a bloody scream. Her feet carried her as she scrambled her way back through the woods. She didn’t stop running until she made it back to the cabin, slamming the door with a thud. She took several minutes to collect herself. Looking around the cabin, it seemed that Terri was still out, but otherwise everyone was sound asleep. Exhausted and scared, she made her way to bed too, ignoring the discomfort in her bladder as she eventually drifted to sleep.
“Shit, I’ve been holding it for forever,” Terri complained as she entered the public toilets. Maybe it had something to do with Faye’s story, but the building seemed eerier than normal. She was slightly taken aback by lack of lighting and the creaking of the wooden stalls, a draft moving the doors slightly. “Okay Terri, you’re not a punk ass bitch. Just take a piss and get out,” she emboldened herself. As she entered the stall, she could’ve sworn she heard whispers outside, but was able to shake it off, amounting it to the wind making weird noises. She pulled down her pants and boxers as her butt made contact with the cold porcelain. She was about to let the stream flow, when suddenly she heard a scream come from outside. “Fuck, shit! Shit!” With no hesitation, the butch girl’s calm stance broke as she rushed to pulls her clothes back on and leave the bathroom. She didn’t run, but paced quickly back to the cabin, being sure to check her surroundings the entire way back. As she entered the cabin, she noted the other girls all apparently asleep and sighed. “Sheesh, I’m all worked up over nothing,” she thought to herself as she got in bed, her need to pee still unsatisfied.
“Ugh, this isn’t good,” Sara whined in her head. “I gotta pee.” Ever since she’d hid herself in bed, she’d been dying to use the bathroom. However, Faye’s story had rattled her to her very core. Science and logic be damned, she couldn’t muster the courage to leave the cabin, let alone the bed. “What do I do?” She thought. “There’s no way I’m gonna be able to last the night.” She squeezed her hands between her thighs as she searched for an answer. Eventually, she came to one. “Logically speaking, it should be okay to wet the bed here.” The thought sounded dumb at first, but she continued to humor it. “Barring Faye, the other two girls were afraid of the story too. So even if I wet the bed, they won’t shame me for it!” It was a ridiculous proposition, but in her mind, it was her only option. She took her hands out from between her legs and placed her twintails above her head as she laid on her back. She took a couple of deep breaths before letting go. A hissing sound filled the cabin as she deliberately wet the bed, a pool of warm urine forming around her body. Tears began to develop in her eyes as she finished the deed. Disappointed and satisfied as the same time, she shut her eyes tight, eventually convincing herself to fall asleep.
Faye slept soundly. The knowledge that she’d managed to scare her cabin mates brought her immense pleasure. However, as she awoke from her sleep, she knew something was wrong. She couldn’t move, nor could she speak. “W-what’s going on?” she thought to herself in a panic. “Is this sleep paralysis?” As she stared at the ceiling, a being began to form in front of her own eyes, ghostly in nature. Faye’s eyes went wide, both in fear and excitement. The situation wasn’t good, but she couldn’t help but feel validated seeing a ghost in real life. That was, until the ghostly girl pressed a hand on Faye’s stomach and pushed on it. The eerie girl was given a hefty reminder of her need to pee, and from the looks of it, that ghost fully intended on making her do it in her bed. Faye wanted to scream, or shake her head, or do anything, but the paralysis held firm as the ghost continued to push down on her bladder. Faye was able to let out a small whimper as she felt her endurance give, her pee bursting out of her and onto the awaiting sheets and mattress, soaking her purple panties as well. As she finished, the ghost faded back into nothingness and Faye regained control of her body, but at this point she couldn’t do anything but sob to herself as she soaked in her own accident.
Morning came, with four girls standing in urine-soaked clothes, staring at each other and their accompanying wet beds. Nothing was said until Sara broke the silence. “Camp rules say that anyone who wets the bed has to wear diapers for the rest of their time here.” The girls collectively shivered at the statement, but didn’t have time to ponder it before the head councilor entered the cabin for the wake up call, and in doing so, caught them all red-handed.
“You’ve got to believe us!” Sara pleaded.
“Believe what? In ghosts? Stop making excuses,” the councilor chided.
“B-but how else do you explain the red stain under my bed?” Faye asked, more panicked than she had been by the ghost itself.
“Some girls had spilt wine there years ago without telling anyone. By the time we found out, the floor was already stained deep,” the older woman explained.
“B-but someone had gotten behind me and scared me last ni-,” Sam argued before she was cut off.
“That was me,” the councilor said firmly. “You were out way past curfew and I wanted to ask what you were doing before you ran off, screaming like a banshee.”
“That was YOU screaming?!” Terri yelled, pissed at this revelation.
“Yeah, what of it, bitch?!” The duo entered a shouting match with each other, throwing insults between each other.
“Enough!” the councilor demanded. “Normally, for bedwetters we just make them wear pull-ups so it’s not as embarrassing, but clearly you girls are just no good, loudmouth liars, no better than toddlers.” The girls all cowered at the older lady’s outburst. “As punishment for your misbehavior, you four will be wearing these large diapers, made for girls with incontinence. You will be checked regularly, and your privacy will not be respected.” That statement struck more fear in them than the ghost ever could. Realizing they were in a bad position and shouldn’t push their luck, the girls agreed to the punishment, a mix of anger, fear and sadness overwhelming them, tears streaming down their cheeks.
By the end of the week, all four girls were thoroughly humiliated. None of their clothes did anything to hide their padded undergarments. The diaper checks weren’t discreet at all either, sometimes being done in front of everyone at the site. Although Terri and Sam didn’t have any more accidents, neither Faye nor Sara were able to keep their diapers dry at night, still too mortified by the ghost to use the bathroom. They became close friends by the end of the week because they were now all they had at school. And to this day, all of them believe their dilemma was revenge from the bedwetter ghost of Camp Wellspring. |
Warning! There is very little swearing and talk of inappropriate body parts. There is obviously also urine involved. If you are uncomfortable with any of those things, please leave. Remember, you are the one choosing to read this story. With that said, I hope you all enjoy it! 🙂
Jenna sat on the bed in her jail cell squirming around. She regretted all that water and Gateriad she had to drink. But she was thirsty. Besides, she didn’t think she would end up in here! She had to bust out and find a place to pee!
Why wasn’t there a place to pee in here?!? Seriously, why didn’t the guys who kidnapped her at least give her a toilet. This was supposed to be a jail cell, wasn’t it? Where is the toilet? Even prisoners need to pee.
Jenna had half a mind to just unbuckle her pants and squat right here. Why not? These guys kidnapped her! She had every right to pee on their floor! But sadly, out of human decency, she could just not bring herself to do it. Besides, these guys that kidnapped her were unfortunately now her captors. She didn’t want to make them any more angry than they already were.
Under normal circumstances, as soon as they opened the door, Jenna would leap out in full badass mode and kick them all down to the ground and run off. But that depended on how many of them there were and whether or not they had weapons. It didn’t matter anyway. In this state, Jenna could barely remove her hands from her crotch let alone kick ass!
Jenna just hoped that someone, anyone would come soon! Her prayers were answered… but not in the way she had hoped.
The air before the jail cell began to shimmer. Suddenly, floating a few feet off the ground, before Jenna’s eyes was a ghost dressed as a warrior. He had golden armor which was a light yellow due to his ghostly glow. He wore a viking helmet. Half of his right arm was completely gone. He had an eye patch and a long scar above his lip. He had a sword and shield raised.
The ghost glared at Jenna with his one good eye. Jenna felt herself ready to pee (mostly from fear).
“Jenna, is it?” The ghost asked in a gruff voice.
“Umm… yes.” The young adventure stammered. “Who are you? How are you in my cell?”
“My name is Bjorn! I was leader of a great viking army!” Bjorn the ghost cried. “Sadly, like all the greats, I was defeated. The same torments that grabbed you, grabbed me as well. I was executed in this very cell.”
Jenna swallowed out of fear.
“I see you are in quite the spot.” Bjorn said. “Luckily for you, you have ghostly aid. These men have tried to end the world many times. They always fail in some way. You must leave this place at once Jenna and help your people defend against them! By the way, what is with all the fidgeting?”
Jenna was embarrassed. She was supposed to be a brave adventurer! And here she was doing the pee dance. But she could not help it. If she did not dance, she would leak.
“I just have to use the bathroom.” Jenna admitted.
“Why not take a piss here?” Bjorn asked. “Because you are female?”
“Oh, no, I am an adventurer! I pop a squat and pee outside all the time!” Jenna exclaimed. “I just do not like to pee on the floor inside. Even in my captor’s prison cell. I need a bathroom! It is the humane thing to do!”
“Humane thing to do.” Bjoorn scoffed. “Kidnapping you and forcing you here against your will where you are unallowed to piss for hours does not seem very humane to me! But if you insist.”
“So, can you help me?” Jenna asked.
Bjorn nodded. “I can. We must make haste and free you from your imprisonment!”
“Jenna began. “The door is locked.”
“We all have powers.” Bjorn explained. “Me and the two other ghosts. Sadly, we have been trapped in these walls, the same walls they executed us for many years. So, our powers are nearly gone. But we each have enough strength left for one final wish. You may ask us each for a gift and we shall grant it. What is your wish of me?”
“I wish I was out of this cell!” Jenna cried.
“That is an easy one!” Bjorn pointed his sword to the doors.
Jenna’s mouth dropped.
A blast of light shot from the tip of Bjorn’s sword and melted the iron bars of the door into puddles of liquid.
“You are free.” Bjorn said. “Seek out the library. That is where my comrade, Milo was executed. He may help you more. Good luck, my brave adventurer. Do it for Asgard!.” Bjorn raised his sword into the air and then vanished.
“Hey, do you know where the bathroom…” Jenna called, but Bjorn was already gone.
Jenna rose. Her legs were shaking. She could not believe that she would have help on this journey! She also could not believe how full her bladder was. She must find the library. Maybe she could ask this next ghost Milo for a bathroom. No, that would be selfish. The whole world was counting on her to escape and save the world.
Jenna stumbled past the puddle of iron and made her way down a dark corridor that was faintly illuminated with green torches. Jenna wished Bjorn had at least told her where the library was.
Jenna made it to the end of the hallway. She saw two flights of stairs. One going down and one going up. Decision time!
Jenna knew from past experiences that libraries are usually kept on higher floors in towers like this. Besides, she came in through the downstairs area when she was dragged in, and she didn’t see a library. She made the decision to go up.
Climbing stairs was torture on a painfully full bladder. Jenna stumbled upwards step after step. Each step put an extra pound of pressure down on her pelvis. She had to stop twice to grab herself and regain control before continuing. All this pressure hurt!
Jenna finally made it to the top. She looked around the third floor. She found a kitchen and dining area, a ball room, a chapel, and a few other miscellaneous rooms. Jenna made her way back to the staircase and ascended the next floor.
Once again, the steps were torture on her bladder/ This time, Jenna had to stop way more than twice to regain control.
To Jenna’s horror, the first thing that greeted her on the fourth floor was a large bubbling fountain. Watching the water spray up into the air and then shoot into eight different streams, one in each direction, it all made Jenna’s bladder ache and throb. The water in the fountain was bubbling. The fountain made a loud roar. Jenna felt a small drop escape just having to witness this monster before her. She pushed on.
To Jenna’s relief, behind the fountain, she found a pair of large double doors. And when she pushed them open, she found herself in a grant, two-story tall library.
Jenna took a few steps in. She looked around, examining all the dusty shelves with the even duster books. It appeared as if no one used this place in quite some time. Still, just looking at all these stacks and stacks of knowledge was remarkable! But right now, Jenna’s main priority was a bathroom. Now that was a room she wanted to visit!
“Hello, hello!” Jenna called. She kept one hand in between her trembling legs and used the other to cup around her mouth, making her voice louder and more audible. “Milo?” Jenna called. “Anyone?”
Slam!
The doors behind Jenna flew shut. The sound was loud enough to make Jenna lose another small trickle. A cloud of dust flew upwards and engulfed Jenna. She felt some dust get into her lungs and made her chock and gag.
“Sorry about that, lassie,” a Scottish voice said. “Sometimes I get a wee bit carried away, eh?” Jenna truly wished he had not phrased it like that! Wee! “Here, take this girl.” The ghost handed Jenna a glass of water. Desperate to rid the dust from her lungs, Jenna took the glass and took several big gulps. Finally, aware of what she was doing to her bladder, she spit some water out and passed the water back to the ghost.
“Thanks,” Jenna mumbled. Now with the dust cleared from her vision, Jenna saw the second ghost more clearly. He was dressed as a Scottish warrior. He carried a club over his shoulder and had a long orange beard. He had one sideburn off his left ear, but the right was gone as if someone tore it off. He was also missing his nose and a part of his right thumb. His knee cap looked like it was bashed in.
“Sorry again,” the second ghost said.
“Don’t worry about it, you Milo?” Jenna asked.
“Right to the point, ah?” The ghost chuckled. “Yeah, I be Milo! The bravest warrior Scotland has ever laid eyes upon!” He swung his club in the air, laughing like a mad man. “You look like you are in a wee bit o’ trouble, eh?” Milo asked. “What’s with all the funny movements, lassie?”
Jenna had to bend down and keep her knees firmly pressed up against her crotch.
“I just… I just need to use the bathroom.” Every time Jenna said this sentence out loud, she felt like she was losing a piece of her dignity. She is a fine adventurer! Savor of humanity! She shouldn’t be potty dancing, struggling to regain control of her dumb bladder. These guys were warriors! Jenna bet they never had been in a situation like this!
“Ah, I’m sorry, lassie.” Milo said. “I don’t know of a place you can relieve yourself. You may wish for one, however, eh?”
Jenna thought of it. She could wish for a toilet and one would appear like that… No! Jenna scolded herself for even having such a thought! Her mind was made up. These guys planned on destroying the world. All those innocent lives lost. Jenna had a duty. It was her job to protect them all. She would not be stopped by these villains that took her, not even by a full bladder! No matter how painfully full it was!
Jenna shook her head. “I can hold it.” She promised. Although, she mostly said this to encourage herself, but she didn’t add that last part. “Actually, truth be told, I don’t know a whole lot of what is going on here.” Jenna explained. “I am an adventurer, see. I go around and well… look for adventure. And last night, I was at a tavern and they told me of these guys and their evil plot. I came to scope it out and that is when they nabbed me! Bottom line, I have no clue what is happening here. What is going on? What are they planning? Why? That is my wish. I can see you inhabit a library full of knowledge. Well, that is my wish. Knowledge.”
“Ah, I am wise and knowledgeable indeed, las!” Milo cried. “I have been known to be a bit of a book worm in me time! Actually, when I came here to stop these foes the time before last, I came here to gain what you seek, knowledge. This is where they slain me! Not so bad really. I like reading. Library, not a bad place to spend all of eternity, ah? Anyway, these foes you face, hey obtain a large magical crystal. It is a million times grander than the biggest diamond you ever laid your eyes on! This magic crystal is kept in this very castle! Where, I do not know. But it has the power to transform men into rodents and women into birds and wee little babies into stones. These men plan to turn the world into animal and rock and then slaughter them all. As for why they do such horrible deeds? They do it to seek power. You see, they do not plan on turning all the world into these creatures and stones. No. Rather, only some. Enough to get their point across. After that, the world will be so scared that they will give these horrible men whatever they wish.”
Jenna nodded. “You said they killed you when you tried to stop them the time before last.” Jenna recalled. “And the first ghost I saw, Bjorn, he said these same men have tried to do this many times.”
“Ah.” Milo nodded. “You see, this magic crystal also grants our foes immortality. Meaning, they can never die. Unless the crystal were to be destroyed, o’ course! These men have lived for thousands o’ years, tryin’ to do the same nasty deed over and over again. Many have tried to stop them. First came Bjorn. They slaughtered him in the prison. Next, myself. I was killed off here in this library. The third and final hero was none other than Raven Feathers. He was killed in the corridor of the west tower.”
“Bjorn mentioned they have failed many times.” Jenan said. “How exactly? If you guys never stopped them… how?”
“The answer is the same as what they seek. Power.” Milo said simply. “They did not have enough power in the crystal. They must kill humans with special blades. When the human falls, the crystal gains a bit more power. They have spent many years killin’ and killin’ to gain enough power in the crystal. That is where they are now actually, on a killing spree.”
Jenna stood up straight, keeping her legs crossed, one in front of the other. “You said if this crystal were ever to be destroyed, they would no longer be immortal.” Jenna recalled.
“Good listening ears, lass!” Milo exclaimed. “When the crystal be destroyed, so do the men that obtain her.”
“How do you destroy this crystal?” Jenna asked.
Milo shook his head. “That I do not know. I know not how to destroy the crystal, nor where it is.”
“Okay, well, thank you. You have been most helpful!” Jenna squeezed herself. “I… I take it I must now visit the west tower’s corridor to see this Raven Feathers?”
Mile smirked. “You are a wise one. Good luck, lassie! Avenge us! Also, please get to a latrine before you make a puddle.” With that, the Scottish warrior, Milo vanished.
Jenna stumbled out past the now open doors and down the hall. She knew - from having overheard the men that brought her here - that the jail cell was in the east tower. That meant she had a long way to go.
Using great directional scenes, Jenna navigated her way back to the first floor, then across a very long corridor to the west tower. As Jenna arrived to the tower, she realized two things. One, she had no idea which corridor Milo had been talking about! And two, her bladder was more full than ever! Jenna wanted so badly just to pop a squat right here. But once again, the humane side of her told her no! She would just have to wait…
Jenna was so desperate now, she just wanted to wander around the west tower shouting Raven Feather’s name. But she didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to herself. Milo had stated that the men were out on a killing spree. Jenna would make sure that no one ese suffered at their hands!
But her growing bladder told her that her quest to save the world was quickly becoming a quest for a toilet.
Jenna wished she knew where the crystal was and how to destroy it. Then, she wouldn’t even have to bother with Raven Feathers, she could just go to the crystal and do it in. But as upset as she was, she was also happy. She was making a lot of progress! She came in here not knowing a thing about these men or their plan. Now she knew quite a bit.
But Jenna’s happiness was quickly being dulled by her swollen bladder which was now bulging from her skin.
Jenna began exploring the first corridor. She would have to do this the old fashioned way and look all over. She had a feeling - at least she hoped - that Raven Feathers would show himself when she stumbled upon his territory. The other two warrior ghosts did anyway.
Jenna was finally coming to the end of the hallway, when she saw a very familiar blue light. There before her was a Native American spirit. You could tell - even from his ghostly glow - that he used to have dark skin. He had all different types of animals tattooed all over his bare chest. He wore nothing but a loin cloth and a headband with a single eagle feather in it. Slung over his shoulder was a bow and a half empty quiver of arrows. Raven Feathers didn’t look beat up like the other two. But he did have lots of dried blood over both ears.
“Hey,” Jenna kept both hands in her crotch. She moved her legs up and down as she spoke. “Are you Raven Fetahers?”
The ghost kept his eyes on Jenna’s movements. Jenna feared he would ask that dreaded question. “What movements are you making?”
So he did.
“I have to go to the bathroom, all right!” Jenna roared. She didn’t mean to be rude. But after having answered that question twice so far, she was already very embarrassed. Some adventurer she made. She was close to peeing her pants.
“No need to get angry.” Raven Feathers said calmly. “The spirit of the buffalo takes a deep cleansing breath before grazing on the grain of tomorrow.”
“Sorry,” Jenna apologized, moving her legs quicker now, both hands still clamped against her pee hole through her pants. “I just really have to pee, and I’m embarrassed to tell you the truth.”
“No need to be embarrassed, my child.” Raven Feathers said calmly. “Urination is a form that connects us all, such as sweat or saliva or blood. It makes us one.”
“Yeah, umm, you have a wish for me, right?” Jenna asked.
“Indeed. What wish do you ask for, young traveler?" Raven Feathers asked.
Jenna still wanted a bathroom more than ever! But she would not dare ask for one. Her selfless nature would not allow it.
“I wish for a way to destroy the crystal. The one these guys are using to take over the world.” Jenna said. “I wish for a way to destroy the crystal and in turn, destroy them.”
Raven Feathers gently clapped his hands together. “My child,” he said. “You wish for something that you already obtain.” Raven Feathers looked her up and down. “And judging from those movements, you obtain quite a lot of it!”
“What do you mean?” Jenna asked.
“The answer, my child, is water.”
“Water?”
“Water is a form that…”
“Yeah, yeah, water is a form.” Jenna grunted. “Can we please not talk about what! What does… that word, have to do with any of this?”
“W… that word will destroy the crystal.” Raven Feathers explained. “You pour some onto the crystal and it will cave in on itself. The evil ones shall be destroyed and me and my brothers may finally be set free.”
“Set free?” Jenna asked.
“Me and the other ghosts that now inhabit these walls shall be set free once our life purpose - of defeating the evil ones - is accomplished.” Raven Feathers explained.
Jenna was overjoyed. Bjorn, Milo, and Raven Feathers have all been so kind to her. She was eager to see them gain their freedom. But in order for that to happen, she must stop these men from turning the world into rodents, birds, and rocks.
“But, I don’t have any… you know what on me.” Jenan said, moving her legs higher as she danced desperately around. “I drank it all.”
“Precisely, my child. You do still have it on you.” Raven Feathers said. “Just in a different form.”
“You… you mean?” Jenna knew that urine was ninety-five percent water. This might work. She could solve two terrible problems at once!
“Yes,” Raven Feathers nodded.
Jenna glanced off to the side and something caught her eye. Behind them was a small room. It was… a bathroom!
Jenna was so excited to see a proper restroom, she felt like crying. That was it! Jenna had a plan. She didn’t know where the crystal was, but… No! She already used her wish asking for a way to destroy the crystal.
“I don’t suppose I can get another wish?” Jenna asked Raven Feathers desperately. “I have a plan! I know what to do, but I need another wish. Do you have any powers left?”
“Whoa, whoa, slow down my child.” Raven Feathers held up his hands and chuckled. “What ‘another wish’?” The Bative American warrior asked. “I do not recall you wishing fro anything yet.”
“But… I asked for a way to destroy the crystal.”
“You already have a way to destroy the crystal.” Raven Feathers smiled. “You have not asked me for anything you do not have yet.”
Now Jenna knew she was going to cry. “I wish that the crystal was directly underneath the toilet and that the bottom of the toilet was gone!”
“Done.” Raven Feathers grinned some more. “I suspect I should give you some privacy now?”
Jenna smiled ear to ear and gave a weak nod of the head. “Please.”
Jenna dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Looking down, Jenna realized that this bathroom had an asian squat toilet in it. But that was okay! Jenna has squatted in the wilderness enough times that squatting to pee was no big deal fro her.
Jenna noticed that as her wish with Raven Feathers, the bottom of the toilet was gone, showing a large hole in the floor. Below that was an enormous glowing blue orb. Just as Milo warned her, it was a million times larger than any diamond she has ever seen.
Jenna eagerly unbuckled her belt, yanked down her underwear, spread her legs, and squatted down. Jenna breathed a heavy sigh or relief. “Whew!” Jenna sighed as she relaxed her painful muscles and felt a slow trickle of urine make its way out of her pee hole.
The stream started off small at first, but it quickly grew in both size and power. Soon, Jenna had a large gushing stream shooting out of her urethra. She felt her bladder empty and it was the most joyful feeling ever.
Except for the knowledge of what she was actually doing, of course. Jenna watched as her golden stream flew through the open gap in the floor and made direct contact with the giant crystal below her. She watched as the crystal began to fizz and hiss. Blue sparks began to shoot out of the crystal.
Jenna thought of all the men she would save from turning into rodents, the women she would save from a fate of being birds, all the children that would no longer become rocks. Jenna was destroying the evil men and stopping them from killing anyone else ever again. Jenna was freeing Bjorn, Milo, and Raven Feathers from this place and helping their spirits move on. Jenna was doing all of this… just by peeing!
Jenna felt her bladder a little over half empty, when she heard voices outside.
“Hey, how are you ghosts away from your locations!” Jenna recognized the voice as Dylan, one of her kidnappers.
“Yeah, I thought the viking was in the prison and the Scottish ghost was in the library.” Came the voice of Jay, another of one Jenna’s kidnappers.
“We may not be able to get rid of you guys,” said the voice of Rob, the third kidnapper. “To be fair, we had no idea after we killed you, you would always reside here. But either way, you do not have authority to…”
“Ah, zip it!” Came Bjorn’s powerful, booming voice. “We have been trapped her for centuries watching you three murder many men, women, and children. It ends now!”
“What are you three going to do to stop us?” Dylan demanded.
“We can’t even feel you touch us!” Shouted Rob.
“Not us.” Raven Feathers’ replied.
The door to the bathroom flew open. Jenna would normally be upset to have her privacy invaded. But she could not resist the looks of astonishment of the men’s faces. Jenna’s back was to the now open door. Still in her squatting position, her butt completely showing, Jenna turned her neck around and winked at the three villainous men.
“How did you get out of your cell?” Dylan snarled.
“I had a little help.” Jenna smiled at the three ghosts who all smiled back at her.
“A chick peeing?” Jay asked. “That is supposed to stop us?”
“Ah, lad, take a closer look!” Milo wailed.
The three men took a few steps closer. Jenna didn’t mind. On the contrary, she had hoped they would come closer. The three men suddenly froze. They noticed the floor ripped away and saw their beloved crystal right below Jenna’s strong stream.
“Wait, no!” All three men wailed.
The crystal slip in half and caved inwards on itself before turning into a massive pile of blue dust.
“Nooooooo!” Dylan, Jay, and Rob shouted as they followed in the crystals' lead and crumbled into three heaps of dust.
Jenna finished up. She stood, pulled up her pants, and buckled everything back into place. An empty bladder has never felt so good!
Bjorn, Milo, and Raven Feathers were all examining their hands which began glowing a blinding blue.
“Thank you, Jenna! You saved us all!” Bjorn bellowed.
“Nice job, lassie! Yeh really saved the day!” Milo cried.
“Nice work, my child.” Raven Feathers said. “Now, we may rest.”
“Thank you all! I couldn’t have done it without you!” Jenna cried.
Jenna watched as the trio of ghosts faded away into wisps of blue light and were gone. Jenna took a deep breath, then made her way out of the castle.
Jenna’s next stop was to go to the tavern and let everyone know the villainous men were defeated. Jenna realized she was the first - and only - person who tried to defeat these guys and succeed! And it was thanks to the help of three warrior ghosts and an achingly full urinary bladder.
Jenna promised herself that at the tavern, as a reward, she would drink as much as she liked and then would go out back for a nice long pee.
Please let me know what you all think! Out of all the stories I have ever written, this is one of the ones I am the most proud of! 🙂❤️ |
"Jogging out in the direct sun at temperatures like this...I´m a little surprised Dr.Ziegler would require you to do such rigorous training. I mean if it was cloudy today, I could understand...but even I know this can´t be good for your health..."
Tracer had just taken a long sip from the water bottle Mei had handed her after their little collision, however, the mentioning of the training subject immediately captured her full attention:
"I know right?! And she´s supposed to be a doctor! I like her and all, but for some reason Angela´s been hell-bent on the idea that I should lose some weight! That´s bollocks!"
She was met by a shy nod from Meis side, who was still trying her best to avoid looking at Tracers chest. Much to the latters silent amusement.
Maybe I should take my shorts off too...buuuuut....I suppose that would be a bit too far.
After all, she shouldn´t flirt or tease her comrades at Overwatch. She was still a professional and-
"I mean, I could use some training too..."
Mei blushed as she looked down her own body. With Lena right next to her, even exposing her upper body....
...she couldn´t help but being reminded of her own body shape.
"Hey, your body is perfect the way it is! Don´t let anyone tell you any different Mei!"
Tracer gave the other girl an encouraging nod.
The only thing wrong is that you keep those beautiful melons locked up in that bikini. Look at them, they´re begging to be free...
....
Just what was she thinking there? Didn´t she just confirm to herself that her team members from Overwatch were off the table?
....
Yet there was no denying that it was very hard not to fantasize about Meis large boobs.
"W-well, I suppose if you´re really interested in training...n-not that I think you need it, you could ask Angela if we can do it together...like...it would be much more fun if I had someone at my side when running those ten bloody kilometers every day..."
"She really tasked you with a whole ten kilometers? This is quite a lot..."
"You´re telling me! I´d like to see her after jogging in this heat. Probably all sweaty and..."
No...it was probably unwise to think too deeply about Mercys body covered in sweat after a long workout....in fact, it was definitely unwise! Her head was starting to spin with all kinds of fantasies right now.
Water! I need some bloody water!
...unfortunately, she had already finished the bottle Mei had given her.
"Umm..Mei? Can I have another bottle of water perhaps?"
"Oh Lena. You must be dehydrated. But don´t worry, I always pack a whole eight-pack of water..."
Yeees. Dehydrated, that´s it...
Tracer looked quite flustered as she took the bottle from the timid girl, however instead of outright drinking it, she first poured some of the water all over her head, enjoying the cool liquid running through her hair, down her face and washing off some of that sweat in the process.
This wasn´t good. She had to to try and control these thoughts. Emily wouldn´t be happy about this.
...but Emily is far away, all the way in London. And I´m here at the Gibraltar Watchpoint. Have been for months...Overwatch keeps me busy. Plus, are thoughts really that bad...? They´re just...thoughts...
....
She slowly drank the remaining water as her contradicting thoughts felt like voices in her head, argueing with each other and about what she should do about the situation.
....
Well there was one thing she could do. But certainly not right here, in front of Mei.
"I think...I´m gonna lie down a little. If that´s okay...? I need some rest...sorta..."
Lena looked at Mei, still blushing, then down at the towel her and the adorable plum girl were sitting on.
It was one of those extra large ones – large enough even for two people.
Damn it Lena, just STOP already! Don´t think about it that way!
"Oh...s-sure. That sounds good. It is still warm. But...I think I need to pee first, so if you excuse me...I´ll be right back..."
And that´s my limit!
She merely managed a soft nod towards Mei, watching the girl get up and walk away slowly.
I have to do something! Quickly.
Even without reaching between her legs, Tracer just knew how she was already soaked.
Her entire body was begging her to take care of her desires. However her brain was against it.
"It´s wrong....I can´t do that here, on her towel. P-plus, what do I do if she comes back early? It won´t take her so long to...p-pee..."
Images of the sweet, adorable girl peeing flooded Tracers mind, pushing the burning heat between her legs to unbearable levels.
Ohhh...I can totally imagine her to have a super powerful stream. A golden flood...and how I´d want to kiss her clean after she´s done. Must be quite a puddle too...mmh...
....
"Oh bloody hell..." she muttered to herself, realizing how her body had won the struggle versus her mind – and how her right hand had indeed wandered between her own legs, fingertips pressing against her twitching lips.
As expected, it wasn´t even just slippery anymore. The situation was far worse.
Screw it...
There was no use in holding back anymore. Tracer let out a defeated sigh, closed her eyes and allowed her instincts to take over.
Her other hand had grabbed the seam of her shorts, pulling them down, out of the way...
...just so that her main hand had free range, pushing harder and finally into her vagina, causing her to moan and shover.
"Nnh...M-Mei....f-fuck...p-please...pee..."
Why was this turning her on so much...? The thought of Mei peeing? On the ground?
While squatting...?
Wish I could hold my hand into her stream. Feel her warm urine run between my fingers...and finally lick it off.
She wondered what kind of flavor Mei had. Was it just salty, as usual?
....
I´m close...
Normally, she would drag this out longer. Savor the sensation and remain on the edge as long as possible. But time was of the essence...
The girls entire body spasmed as she slid her index and middle finger all the way in, her thumb massaging her clit, flipping that tiny bean.
"Ohhhhh...nnnh...I...fucking...."
The familiar tingling grew stronger, reaching the point of no return, sealing her fate.
"Ahh-ahhhh, yeeeesssssssssss"
And there it was! All the pent-up tension and lust erupted in a climactic explosion of bliss.
She even managed to open her eyes again, tho she could barely see anything: the haze of post-orgasm bliss blanketed all her senses.
All she could see was the blue sky straight above her...
This was...really intense...
Just how much time had passed before her dulled hearing returned to normal – she couldn´t tell.
However, as it did, Tracer was finally able to notice that sound of another person breathing.
And right next to her as well.
....
Right. Of course.
"Umm...h-hey Mei? W-when did...you return...?
Her face now felt about as much on fire as her crotch did a few moments ago as Tracer noticed the soft, cute girl standing in front of her, her eyes wide open like her mouth.
"P-please...feel free to scream and yell at me if you want to. I deserve it. I really just...couldn´t control myself..."
Great...I am SO fucking dead!
- |
It was the day before the big final exam and jay was studying hard. He had his head in books and online videos for weeks to make sure he was ready for this final test. The final test ever before he became a fully qualified mechanic. This was it do or die. If he failed this his dream was over. He was leaving nothing to chance. He had been keeping himself awake by drinking coffee and energy drinks to maximise his chances for retaining the info. He had been going to the toilet more and more but he didn’t think anything of it, he put it down to nerves.
He woke up in the morning and did his usual routine. He went downstairs and had breakfast. He had some fruit along with a full breakfast with all the trimmings and a couple of cups of coffee. He didn’t want to be hungry during the test and have his mind on his stomach. After breakfast he headed up stairs and and hopped into the shower. Usually he has to do his daily poop right after but he didn’t need. “Strange” jay thought “but hey more time to study”. He looked at his clock “time to get ready”. He took his pyjamas off and slipped his tight white boxers on followed by his socks and his skinny cargo trousers followed lastly by his work polo shirt.
Jay got into his car and started the 45 minute drive to the test centre. About 15 minutes from the centre he hit traffic. “Great, this is what I need when I have a test in 40 minutes”. Jays bladder had now refilled and was needing to pee. “God please hurry up, I can’t have a repeat of last time I was desperate in a car. I’m not going home this time Iv got a whole day ahead of me”. 10 minutes past and jay was now bursting. He loosened his seatbelt and grabbed his cock to ease the pain. The thoughts of engines and tests had now gone out his head. His thoughts now were of trying not to pee his pants. His bladder was begging for release but jay held on. He put his hand down his pants and gripped his cock which made him hard. The traffic started to move, his hand came out his pants but his hard 6 inches wouldn’t go back into his boxers so his waistband caught the top of it. “At least that’s keeping pressure on it while I drive”.
jay arrived at the test centre, parked up and moved fast to get inside. One hand in his pocket to keep pressure on his dick so he didn’t have an accident. He sees his mates in the seating area prepping before they enter the exam hall. “Hey jay” Cole shouted to get his attention. Jay walked over to them. “hey guys, where’s the bathroom, I really got to piss, I got held up in traffic”. “It’s over there bro” Louis pointed. Jay rushed into the toilet and whipped his penis out and peed for a straight 2 minutes. “Oh god I didn’t think I was going to make that” he sighed. He headed out the bathroom and sat next to his mates. The examiner came out and explained how the day was going to work. “Hi boys, I’m the examiner today so if you need anything please ask me”. “The first 3 hours of the exam will be the practical part. We will then break for an hour for lunch then we are back in for 2 hours to finish the theory. After that you will hopefully be fully qualified”. “We will start in 5 minutes so please get ready because once we start you will not be allowed to leave until you are done”. The boys seemed confident for the day ahead. “I better go for another piss before we go in” jay said. “Same” said Cole. About half the boys went into the toilet before the exam started.
The boys entered the room and took their positions at their engines. “Okay you have your instruction sheets next to you, remember of you need anything then ask me, good luck”.
An hour in and jay was on a roll, flying through his tasks. “Glad I stayed up and did all that revision, it’s clearly paying off”. Jay thought. Suddenly his stomach made a strange noise which caught the attention of some of the boys. “Oh god why is my stomach hurting now? I’m not nervous”? 10 minutes of pain later he realised what was wrong. The days of not pooping were obviously coming to an end. “No, no not now” he panicked. “Relax jay get a grip it’s just nerves, get your head in the game”. 10 minutes later the urge is too strong. “I can go to the toilet for a quick poop then back to work and still have enough time to get finished”. He went up to the examiner “can I go to the toilet please”? “No jay I’m sorry you can’t leave the room” the examiner replied. Jay panicked “what”. “You might cheat if you leave the room, and we can’t risk that”. The examiner whispered. “But I really have to go” jay pleaded. “Your just going to have to hold it, go back to work and you will probably forget about it” the examiner said.
15 minutes later jay was at breaking point. He went up to the examiner “ I really need to go to the bathroom please, it’s an emergency”. “Jay your 21, 21 year olds don’t have emergencies” the examiner hissed, starting to get mad. “They can’t do this to me can they? I’m an adult who needs the toilet getting treated like a child” jay thought. “So what am I supposed to do then”? He asked. “Just hold it in, you will be fine” the examiner replied. “But I can’t hold on, for real”. “Your just going to have to hold on. Your opinions are: hold on and wait. Leave the class to go to the bathroom and not be allowed back in which will result in a fail OR you go back to work and just have an accident” that’s the three options you have. There is some good news though” the examiner smiled. “Really” jay smiled “what’s that” “you get to pick what option you want” the examiner laughed. Jay walked back to his bench. “Are you alright” Louis asked. “No, I really have to take a shit” jay answered. Louis laughed “we’ll go ask to use the toilet then”. “I did” jay responded. “What” Louis replied. “I did twice, and the answer was no” “really like they actually said no you can’t use the toilet”? “yes” jay said. “Apparently if you need the toilet, you either hold it, fail the course or use your pants”. “What option are you going for” Louis whispered. “Honestly option 1 isn’t an option at this point”. “Seriously” Louis asked surprisingly.”really said jay. “And I can’t fail this course, I have been doing it for so long and this is the end, I can’t fail now”. “Well good luck bro” Louis said hesitantly.
“I have to piss jay, like bad”. Louis said. “Good luck getting permission”. Jay replied still desperate for his release. “Can I please go to the toilet” Louis pleaded. “No like I said to another boy, you can’t leave the room unless you want to fail. No excuses”. The examiner barked. “Honestly don’t know how you boys can’t just hold on for 3 hours”. “I haven't peed since I left my house this morning” Louis answered. “And that’s my problem how” the examiner looked at Louis.
2 hours in, 1 hour to go. “I can’t hold on anymore Louis, I can feel it coming” jay said regrettably. “What do you mean” Louis replied. “Option 3”. Louis instantly looked at jay. He was hunched over. Jay decided to push. He could feel a long log push into his boxers. “Oh god, that feels good” jay thought as he kept pushing. Another 2 messy logs made their way into the seat of his boxers. Every push made his stomach feel better. Louis stared at his mate who was now resembling a little toddler making a mess in his pants. “Jay are you actually messing your pants”? Louis asked shockingly. He didn’t need an answer, he could see the large bulge in the back of jays pants as it grew bigger and bigger. Jay pushed one last time. He screwed his face up and grunted. Finally one last log was released into his now every tight boxers. He finally finished pushing and started panting after that hard effort he had just put in to that activity. He stood up and looked at Louis. “Mate I honestly couldn’t hold it”. Louis looked shocked. A 21 year old had just shat himself and looked as if he enjoyed it. “Now what are you going to do” He asked. “I don’t know actually” jay replied. The sweet feeling of release how now vanished and fear and embarrassment was now in full affect. “I better tell the examiner” he said. Jay could hardly walk with the massive bulge sitting in the seat of his pants. “Option 3” jay said. “What” said the examiner. “ I had to pick option 3, I had no choice”. “I had an accident in my pants, can I please go and clean up” jay whimpered embarrassingly. “What part about no leaving the room don’t you get”. “ you can’t leave” the examiner shouted. The other boys turned round. “What am I supposed to do”. “Your supposed to go back to your exam” the examiner said. “But I can barley walk let alone concentrate on my exam”. “Tough” the examiner replied. Can you phone my mum to being some clean boxers then”? Jay asked. “Did you actually just ask me to phone your mum to bring you clean pants because her 21 year old son has had an accident in his boxers”? “If that’s what you want I will”. Jay wrote down his mums number and gave it to the examiner. “Ok I will phone her, go back and finish your exam”. Jay waddled back to his bench.
the room was silent. “Hi is that jays mum? All the boys turned around. Yes it’s the examiner here, Jay has had a little bit of an accident and I need you to pop down” The boys looked at jay worryingly. “No no he’s not hurt or injured, he’s had a little accident in his pants and he’s requesting that you bring him some clean boxers to change into”. The boys turned and laughed at jay. They couldn’t believe a 21 year old had messed his boxers. A roar of laughter rang out even though some of them were close to having accidents themselves. “Get back to work all of you” the examiner shouted. He walked up to jay. “Bit of bad news, your mums not going to be able to come she’s busy at work” “what am I supposed to do then” just sit in messy boxers all day”? “I don’t know Jay, just focus on the exam” he replied.
Jays pants and bum was a mess and he couldn’t do anything but stand there like a little kid, humiliated. “Jay, I think I might be choosing option 3” Louis whispered. “I honestly can’t hold it back anymore, I can’t hold on for the last 20 minutes”. Louis said nervously. “Excuse me, can I please go to the toilet, it’s an emergency” Louis asked. He thought he would be allowed to go since the bad situation that had just occurred with jay. “No there’s 20 minutes left just hold on”. “I honestly can’t” Louis replied. “You know the options Louis, you will have to pick one and that’s the last toilet request I want to hear today” the examiner shouted. “Just do it in your pants like little boy jay over there” one boy laughed. Jay and Louis ignored them. “What does it feel like jay”? “Well I didn’t piss my pants, I only pooped so I don’t know”. He said depressingly. “I’m gonna pee my pants, it’s gonna happen” Louis said. “Just do it mate, you will feel better” jay replied. “How are you doing…….with you know” Louis asked nervously. “Have a look if you want” jay whispered. Jay turned around and Louis pulled the waistband of his boxers back. “There is so much in there, you must have been desperate”. “Yeh I was mate, that’s why I have a mountain of poop in my pants and I can’t change”. “I’m gonna have to just empty my boxers at lunch”.
Jay was working in his engine when he heard a “hsssssssss”. He looked over at Louis. He was pissing in his pants. Louis stood still, head up to the ceiling, clearly enjoying his sweet release. Louis stood there soaking his boxers which held the pee for about 2 seconds before his grey trousers turned nearly black. He finished up and let out a sigh of relief. “Man that feels better” Louis said. “You sure about that, your standing in peed pants”. Jay asked. “Couldn’t hold it any more, so just let it go. My mums at home so I know she will come and give me clean boxers and trousers” Louis laughed. “Well arnt you lucky” jay replied. “Enjoy staying in your poopy boxers all day” Louis joked. “Excuse me, I had an accident, Iv peed in my pants”. Louis announced to the examiner. “Are you joking me, I have had 2 boys in their 20s mess and pee in their pants today”. He said shockingly. “I can give you my mums number so she can come with clean boxers”. “Wow” the examiner was done now he had had enough. “What’s her number”. Louis gave the number and walked back to his bench.
a minute later the examiner came up to Louis “your mums not picking up the phone”. “What” Louis panicked. “Try again” he demanded. “I have phoned 4 times and no answer, sorry mate, looks like you shouldn’t have peed in your boxers eh” he laughed. “Fuck what am I going to do” Louis asked jay. “ nothing, you can do nothing, your just going to have to sit in your wet pants”. Jay laughed.
during lunch Louis phoned his mum and managed to speak to her. Jay was in the toilet trying to clean up as much as he could. He came out and sat next to Louis. “Any luck”? Jay asked. “She’s not coming” Louis whispered. “Hahaha unlucky mate, I’m a bit cleaner now and at least I’m dry, why is she not coming”. “She said that if her 22 year old boy pees his pants he has to stay in his peed pants as punishment”. Louis said totally shamed. “That’s rough mate, try and dry off if you can”. Jay said.
Everyone went back into the class after lunch and took their seats. “Remember, no one is allowed to leave the class room under any circumstances” the examiner reminded everyone. The boys turned their papers over and began their exam. An hour in and jays stomach started to make noises again. “No not again, not again, surely there can’t be more” he thought. He needed to pee again but he knew he could hold that until the end. An hour and I will be fine.
30 minutes left and most of the boys were getting up and leaving the exam room since they had finished. Jay knew that he was not going to be allowed to leave. He pressed his bum into his seat to help the uncomfortableness of his situation. 5 minutes later he was desperate, he couldn’t concentrate on the exam. “I need to get this test finished or I’m going to fail”. Jay knew that he couldn’t concentrate and hold at the same time. “Well Iv done it once and it wasn’t that bad, plus there’s less people here. If I just let go get the last couple of questions done, I can leave, clean up and get home and no one will notice”. Jay shifted his weight to one of his body so one bum cheek was off the seat. He gave a large push and a big size log made its way into the seat of his pants. “Oh god that feels better, gross but better he thought”. Another made it’s way out and nestled next to the other one. He got back into his test and finished the last few questions. “Done, thank god that’s over, still desperate to pee” he thought.
He stood up and could feel the mess in his pants, it was hard to walk so he had to semi waddle. He took his papers and gave them to the examiner. “Thanks jay, you can sit back down now” the examiner whispered. “But Iv finished, I’m leaving” jay whispered. “No you can’t levae there’s only 20 minutes left and no one can leave in the last 20 minutes so they don’t disturb the people finishing up” the examiner replied. “But I have to pee” jay said. “Not this again, sit down you can hold on for 20 minutes”. The examiner sniffed the air. “Have you pooped in your pants again”? “No” jay replied. And went back to his seat. The examiner watched him waddle back to his seat. It was evident that jay had went in his pants again. 10 minutes to go and the examiner walks up and down the rows. He passed jay. “I really have to pee, I can’t hold it anymore” jay begged. “Your not leaving, there’s only 10 minutes left, plus you have clearly already had an accident again so you might as well just pee yourself too”. The examiner said and walked away.
Jay felt a spurt leave his penis and a little wet patch on his boxers. “Fuck no no” he thought. A minute later another spurt come out. 5 minutes later the flood gates open. Jay is holding on but it’s not doing anything the boxers and trousers are getting soaked. The chair he was sitting in was flooded. He gave up and sat properly in his chair. The shit in has pants getting squashed against his bum. The remaining boys looked at him and started laughing “not again for god sake, you need help jay” the examiner shouted. “Time up, you may leave, goodbye”. “Louis, help your messy friend out of the room and to the toilet”. Jay stood up wet and messy and walked to the toilet with Louis. “Just go I will be fine mate” jay said with tears in his eyes”. “Stay here I will be back, you can’t get into your car like that you will ruin it, I will come back with clean clothes” Louis replied.
20 minutes later Louis comes back into the toilet. “I’m sorry jay but the shop didn’t have clothes, they only sold underwear, this is all they had”. He held out a pack of small briefs which were cleary too small for jay. He got cleaned up and put the small pants on. Ok jay they looked more like a thong but he had no choice. “Didn’t realised you had such a big bum and dick” Louis laughed. “Shut up I’m getting crushed in these things”. Jay didn’t want to put his trousers back on so he wrapped a jumper round his waist and help Louis coat in front. They got to his car bad he gave Louis coat back to him. “Well done for passing mate” Louis said. “Same to you bro, and thank for helping me out today, I honestly couldn’t hold it”Jay replied. “Cleary not, they were some accidents you had. Enjoy your new pants”he joked. The boys got into their cars, waived and drive off. |
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