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Credit to @Alex Oxford, @Mydnyght68, @Ktpq, and @EthanDaOmoWIz for the rp Joining the Sorority. It died out so I wanted to continue it as fiction, but for part 1, I've just put together everything everyone had written, credit goes in large part to them as this'll mostly be what everyone wrote word for word.
Stina fretted over what outfit to wear. She was so happy to be almost officially an Alpha Chi Omega, the sorority her mother was in. All that was left was a last minute formality. The end of September, Alpha Chi Omega, or AXO, hosted a lemonade stand fundraiser on their sorority house’s front lawn while it was still warm. The money would go to their associated philanthropy, Girls on the Run (and to be honest, Stina didn’t even remember what they did - something to do with education for young girls?).
All the new girls would be serving the lemonade, with all the other Greek life people planning to stop by. In particular, they would have to impress the fraternities. The only way they could “flunk” out now would be if they demonstrated that they were an embarrassment to the sorority in front of other Greek associations, something that wasn’t defined and totally up to the sorority’s leadership.
After the fundraiser, the Delta Upsilon fraternity would take the leftover lemonade and host a party for them - since sororities couldn’t host their own parties, a tradition that annoyed Stina to no end. There, too, the new girls had to ensure they didn’t lose the approval of the boys.
Stina settled on a black sleeveless crop top and a denim miniskirt, taking full advantage of the summer weather while it still lasted and that denim miniskirts were having a fashion renaissance. The size of the crop top meant she would have to go bra-less, but her boobs were a little on the smaller side, so it wouldn’t be the issue. In terms of impressing the boys, her main advantages would be her athletic build and her toned butt - a bubblier butt than one might expect for a skinny girl like her. The outfit would show off her flat stomach, a product of her time as a swimmer in high school, and her bright green eyes and long straight blonde hair usually came in handy in charming boys, too. She wore conservative full-cut black panties, though - if she accidentally flashed someone, she didn’t want it to be too revealing! The balance between being enticing and being “sloppy” from the frat guys’ perspective was… exhausting, but the game she had signed up for.
She stepped out of her dorm room at 12:45, expecting to get to the sorority at 1. They had half an hour to do last minute setup (most of the decorative work was done last night) before they were officially open for business. They would be done at 5 and have dinner at 6 at the sorority house while the fraternity got the party prepped, then they would all head over (and probably change into a different outfit) at 7:30.
The only thing that gave her pause was something her “big sister”, aka the assigned mentor, a junior named Emily, said: “They’re probably gonna block the bathroom, so go before you come over. There was a big scandal a few years back where an AXO peed in a keg tub, and we were banned from parties for a year. They wanna make sure you are all big girls who can control yourselves without embarrassing our name.”
Stina made sure to use the bathroom, then headed off to the sorority house.
Meanwhile, Niolette (or Nio, for short), was in her bra and panties and trying to pick out her outfit for today. She was eager to join AXO as well; her aunt was in that sorority.
The petite, slender girl pulled on a pink t-shirt. She then slipped on some light brown pantyhose and lime green shorts. The hazel-eyed girl opted to wear her long straight strawberry blonde hair in twintails. She wore some jet black flat shoes and was ready to head out.
But first... "Oh yeah, I better use the toilet before I go." She did just that before making her exit. She got on her bike and rode off towards the AXO house.
*brrrrt* ”Ohmygooood,” squealed Maria as she danced in th elevator, hands pressed tightly against her ass. “I definitely held it too long this time.”
Maria, a busty, bootiful Latina girl, was the last girl you would expect to minutes from crapping herself. Easily one of the prettiest girls in the room at any given time, she’d seem more like the “IG model” type rather than the “openly display my need for the toilet” type.
You also wouldn’t expect her to be holding it in on purpose. But as we’ve discussed, she’s full of surprises.
She danced in placed as she tried to fit the key in her dorm room door. The contents of her tummy began to descend, and she clenched her ass tight.
“UGH! Hold it!” She demanded of her ass, as she burst through the door. She rushed the bathroom, shimmied her shorts down her plump ass, and....
“Ahhhhh.... much better.” She sighed with a pleasant smile, “that was a close one!”
She couldn’t be on th pot for too long though. AXO was having their event today, and she was determined to make a name for herself. All those times holding had secretly been preparing her for this moment.
”I’ll have to get changed soon...” she mused to herself, trying to determine her outfit.
Stina arrived at AXO a little early. The banners and the stands were already on the front of the house and on the yard, so it was just a matter of bringing out the cups and pitchers of lemonade already prepared in the fridge and assigning people to do "visibility" - aka look cute holding signs at passerby. She walked in and saw all the sisters hanging out in the living room, waiting for all the new recruits to arrive. There were about 80 members total, but only about 40 were there - the upperclassmen didn't have to attend all the events, and some would only come for the party. Almost all the new recruits were around, save a couple.
Stina saw her Big, Emily, and sat with her. Emily squealed with delight and hugged her. "Stina! I'm so glad you're here, and you look so cute!" Stina beamed. "You too, Emily!" Emily was taller and more curvaceous than Stina, with long brown hair, and she was wearing white shorts and a sorority themed t-shirt that she had tied the bottom of to show some stomach. Emily lowered her voice. "Did you go to the bathroom already?"
Stina nodded. Emily went back to smiling. "Great! Once everyone's here, Callie will assign you all to roles." Callie was the director of fundraising.
Niolette showed up a minute later. As she stepped through the front door, she said to herself, "So this is where the magic happens..."
She looked around and soon spotted Emily sitting with someone. "Hello, Emily," she cutely greeted.
"Hey, welcome, Niolette!" Emily chimed in.
"Thanks, and just call me Nio," Nio replied.
"Gotcha, Nio. Oh yeah, I gotta ask..." Emily stood up and whispered to Nio, "Did you go to the bathroom?"
Nio softly answered, "Yes, Emily. Almost forgot to, though..."
"Good girl," Emily said with a bright smile.
Maria arrived, looking stunning as ever. Her daisy duke short shorts hugged her plump ass grandly, so that you could see every wobble as she walked.
She wore a tight shirt, cut at the waist and tied to show some midriff. Her large breast stretched the shirt. She was just as tempting from the front as she was from the back.
Maria smirked as she eyed the crowd in front of her. She came to play, and didn’t see any reason why she wouldn’t make it in.
”Hi,” Maria said confidently to a pretty girl in a jean skirt, “Does anyone know where Emily is at? I think she’s the one I was told to talk to.”
Stina gave Nio an approving up-and-down look, liking her outfit. She then saw Maria entered and was equally impressed and jealous by Maria's beauty as she walked in (and frankly, being Latina in a traditional sorority meant you stood out anyway!). Emily saw her too and waved her over to sit by Stina and Nio before nodding at Callie to signal that all the newbies were here.
Callie, a stern-looking black-haired girl with jean shorts, a sorority tee, and a pony tail, stood up to address the room. "Alright, everyone, here's the drill. The rookies are gonna be doing the serving. Four stations, three girls per station. Explaining the proceeds and handling the money, giving cups and napkins, pouring and refilling the lemonade, and handling trash. The sophomores, juniors, and seniors will be doing promos - signs, welcoming people in, getting people's attention as they walk by. First customers come in at one, we are done by five. Delta Upsilon will come by at 5 and take the lemonade to make mixed drinks, we will have dinner and change at 6 and head over to their party at 7:30."
Callie dropped the pretense of professionalism and glared at the new recruits. "As you may have heard, a former member disgraced our sorority with her... antics. I will not accept any such shenanigans from any current sisters. Anyone, especially you new recruits, caught trying to use the bathroom in any shape or form while we sell lemonade will be banned from the party and may be kicked out of the sorority. If we run on schedule and do well raising money, we will have a collective break before heading to the party. ONCE AT THE PARTY, the bathroom is OFF LIMITS. This is Delta Upsilon's rules, and I fought hard to make sure we would be back in the frats' good standing, so don't you dare violate those rules. We only let grown ups into this sorority."
Callie paused for dramatic effect and looked around the room. "Alright. Pick your stations and move out!"
"Well. That Callie apparently means business," Nio commented after Callie finished talking.
“Yeah I know, I wonder what got her panties in a bunch,” said Maria.
Stina gave a nervous glance to the closest new recruits, Nio and Maria. Emily leaned in. "Don't mind her. Y'all are a group of three, which station do you three want to pick?"
"Ladies, here's what I think," Nio explained. "If we go pouring lemonade... well, take a wild guess what all that flowing liquid will make us think about. So no to that. Similarly, the trash? As in, dumping trash? That word 'dump'... I don't think I need to explain that one further. So trash isn't an option either. And the cups... There could be a point where those cups would be so tempting for some girl to... You see where this is going? So I figure handling the money is our best choice.
"Besides, my father's an accountant. I think I've inherited some of his skills at handling money."
Maria gave thoughtful glance towards the ‘accounting section’. Sure, she wouldn’t mind handling the money for a minute.
“Damn Nio you thought of everything,” she giggled, “but it’s a good idea, it’ll make the hours more bearable as the day goes on! Those other girls are probably king to have a hard time after a few hours of being out here.” She giggled, “I bet it won’t even be halfway through when we’ll start seeing some girls get a little frantic.”
Part of her wanted to be upfront, where the action was at, but she was more than content with being out of the sun.
”Just tell me what you want me to do,” she resigned.
Stina nodded at Nio's thoughtful process. She certainly didn't want to mess up the only thing stopping her from being an AXO like her mom. Maria's comments did make her think how stressful this might be for some of them... She knew some small-bladdered girls in her life. "That makes sense to me!"
Stina and the others grabbed the front table and set everything up.
As they finished setting up and right before the first customers, Emily stopped by with three cups of lemonade. "First cups for the newbies! Make sure to have fun. There's a script about the non-profit if anyone asks, but usually no one cares."
"Ahh, thanks for the lemonade, Emily." Nio took a sip. "A little sour for my taste, but I don't mind."
“I’m on it!” chimed Maria, giving a playful wink. This was going to be cake. All she had to do was just not go to the bathroom for a few hours. How hard could that be right?
Ehhh. Well, it’s been a trial before. Maria recalled a pair of messy shorts that could never be unstained, the consequences of a stuck zipper. Oh boy, that one was bad....
Things would be different today though. Maria was a far cry from her days of accidents; her endurance was easily twice that of her younger days. She could go hours without peeing or pooping, at her most desperate. Level strength was key, as was we massive, voluptuous backside, which helped clench and contain a few impending accidents long enough to get to the nearest commode.
Maria was definitely ready for-
*grmmmmble*
’Hmmm. I must still be hungry...’ she mused, uncertainly.
Stina graciously accepted the lemonade and drank it all quickly in the summer heat. She and her bladder had a rough history in high school, but she was confident she could make it till dinnertime.
She did lots of sports in high school and her nerves meant no matter how much she went, she always felt the need to pee before an event started, whether it be on the swimming blocks or at the start of a cross country meet. Swimming was easy - she would just pee in the pool, though it was always momentarily embarrassing to pee involuntarily the moment she entered the cold water. Once, in cross country, she didn't pee before the race, and the nervousness mounted until she just peed all over her legs when the gun sounded. Fortunately, no one noticed since everyone in cross country pees themselves at some point.
Her involvement in sports where peeing was normal may have simultaneously reduced her holding ability and inhibitions, because in her first year drinking, her senior year of high school, she dropped her pants or lifted her skirt and peed in many an alley and backyard. Hopefully she wouldn't have to do that today.
She, fortunately, though, didn't have any messy accidents since she was as child... except for that time she was at the mall with her friends and a shart came out of nowhere, but she didn't count that because she managed to throw away her stained underwear in the bathroom without anyone finding out.
Upon overhearing Maria say she was hungry, she pointed to the girls working the lemonade. "I don't remember those girls' names, but I think they also have snacks we can grab, if you'd like! Bring us some if you do."
Nio seemed confident that she could get through the event without having to go to the bathroom. Over the years, her family would take a vacation from time to time. It was always by car. On just about every vacation, there was a time when she and her two younger siblings would end up bursting for the toilet. She always managed to make it, but sometimes it was down to the wire. On the other hand, her brother usually ended up pissing himself, and there were three times when her sister shat her pants.
"You know what, I could go for a bite to eat too," Nio commented. "Let's see what those girls have." She walked towards the girls at the lemonade station.
Stina held down the fort while Nio checked out the snacks, stomach grumbling in hunger as well. Customers were coming in steadily, but it wasn't overwhelming and didn't stop her from looking around. Fifty girls, no bathrooms... Stina wasn't sure if dinner was soon enough for all of them. She knew some small-bladdered girls back in high school. The mood seemed cheery enough, though, with girls holding up signs and shouting at passerby, often fraternity guys who were more than willing to spend some money to hang out surrounded by their female peers.
Maria accompanied Nio to snack stand, picking out some jalapeño nachos, and sneaking a few bags of cheese- its before they disappeared early. She was working hard, she earned it.
*grumbbbllleee*
”Hmmmm....,” Maria silently mused to herself, wondering why her excessive snacking was not appeasing her seemingly hungry stomach. Ehhh, whatever. It just hasn’t digested yet.
Nio had grabbed two soft pretzels, which were her favorite snack.
”So what are you studying?” She asked Stina and Nio as they returned to the money stand, with genuine interest.
"I dunno, Maria, some kind of script in case someone asks about the non-profit, as Emily explained," she answered before taking a bite of pretzel. She heard a bit of a grumbling noise and swore it came from Maria. She shrugged it off, however. "So, you wanna take a look at this script?"
Stina shrugged about the script. "Honestly, these frat bros don't care what the event is for, they just come up, give me money, and take the lemonade. I think they're mostly paying to check us out."
Nio then stood up and started looking around. She did notice one girl looking less than happy and keeping her thighs close together.
"Hey, Maria, Stina?" she asked them as she pointed to that girl. "See that girl over there?"Stina was eying Nio's second pretzel and missed who Nio was pointing at. "Who? Describe her to me." Stina scanned the crowd of scantily-clad sorority sisters.
Nio finished her first pretzel and explained, "The one with her hair dyed purple. In a polka-dot shirt and white booty shorts. See, she's fidgeting right now. Yeah, she already has to piss, I bet." She then started eating her second pretzel.
Maria eyed the girls butt in her shorts, wiggling with every subtle squirm. She couldn’t help but enjoy the view.
”Oh yeah, she’s gotta go alright. She still seems to be getting attention from the guys though, so it can’t be that bad!” She mused, nibbling on her spicy nachos, which basically had upset stomach written all over them.
Nio giggled. "I must admit, she does look cute as she's squirming like that..."
Stina was quickly handing change to a guy as Nio and Maria commented on the desperate girl and saw the guy faintly smirk, overhearing them. He moved on to the lemonade station and Stina finally noticed the girl. "Oh yeah, she totally has to pee. And it can't be 2, yet, right? She's gotta hold it for three more hours."Stina noticed something else while scanning the field. She nodded at a redhead in a sorority tee and leggings. "What about her? I totally just saw her clench her butt."
Maria peered earnestly in the direction of the girl in leggings. Sure enough, she was hunched slightly forward, biting her lip and clenching her ass lightly as she stood erect at her post. Maria again could not help but casually comment on the spectacle.
”Ahaha oh yeah, she’s gotta go alright. I look a lot like that when I have to go, so I speak from experience l!” She giggled.
”They’re gonna be in a lot of trouble later on....”
Nio turned her attention to two more guys showing up to attend. After a simple monetary transaction among them and those guys were on their way, she looked at the redhead Stina and Maria were looking at. That redhead was rubbing her butt a little. Nio shook her head and said, "There's no way she's gonna make it out of here without a shit in her pants. Not. A. Chance."
Then she eyed the purple-haired girl again. That girl was shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Deep down inside, Nio was really wanting to see that girl piss her shorts...
Stina giggled dat Maria and Nio's comments. "You don't think they can hold it three hours? Maybe we should bet on it..."Stina added, "You know who should really have an accident? Callie. She's the reason why we're in this predicament."
"Why didn't I realize that, Stina?" Nio commented. "Now that you mention it, I hope to God that Callie pisses her pants. I hate her guts already."
“Oh my gosh, if she had an accident I would literally die of laughter!” Maria cheered, imagining te cute sorority girl soil her cute outfit.
”My money’s in the purple hair girl wetting first. That redhead over there looks like she squats. Unless she gets the bubble guts, she might even make it!”
Maria smirked to herself, and couldn’t help but add little more....
”I know that when I’ve really had to poop, clenching was the only thing that helped sometimes. Squats pay off when you’re lactose intolerant!” She giggled.
Nio then looked back to the redhead, who was now holding her stomach. "I don't know, Maria, things are not looking up for the redhead. Anyway..." She looked around and spotted a girl with blonde hair with a streak of blue. "Now THAT girl over there was so not ready for this event. Look." The girl Nio was now referring to was wearing a translucent pink blouse and beige shorts. Already she was holding her crotch and crossing her legs.
"Well, Maria, Nio, looks like you're betting on two different people, what are you two gonna bet? Would you, say, give up your toilet privilege at dinner?" Stina smirked, looking at Maria's eaten cheese.
“HA! Looks like someone wants to raise the stakes!” She smirked, seeing a little more ambition from Stina than she had up till now. She knew it might be a foolish bet to take, but she couldn’t help bu complicate her situation a little to keep things interesting. “Sure! I bet the redhead with the big ass will last till dinner! If I lose, I hold it through dinner.” They shook on it, but Maria wasn’t worried. She had buns of steel and an iron will. This wasn’t her first rodeo.
Nio thought about it for a moment. "Okay, Maria, if you're going to run the risk of having to hold it in, I'll go ahead and do the same. The girl with blue in her hair WILL wet, no question. Purple hair, yeah, she'll pee her pants too. Those are too easy, I ain't gonna focus on them. So Maria, I'm gonna bet against you and the redhead. I am so certain she will shit her pants before dinner. If she does, I get to go potty and you don't; if she doesn't, you get to go potty and I don't. Cool?"
Stina found Callie in the crowd, flirting with some frat bro. She pulled out a couple of dollars and put it in the box. "I think I'm going to graciously give Callie a cool cup of lemonade on this hot day."
”Lemonade sounds great right now, I’m sure she is wouldn’t mind a little hydration. I think Stina should do it, since she’s feeling so edgy right now.” Maria commented suggestively.
Stina flashed a devilish grin at the betting before her. Feeling emboldened, she said, "And I'll only use the bathroom after Callie... so I better get her this lemonade now."
Stina walked off and headed to the next station and grabbed a cup of lemonade from the three girls working on that station. One of them smiled and greeted her. "Hey, Stina right?"
She had met them before at some other event... two long-haired blondes and a brunette, so hard to tell them apart from the rest of the sorority... She wracked her brain for their names. "Yeah... Rowan, right?" She looked at the wavy-haired blonde who greeted her.
Rowan beamed. "Yup! Glad you remembered my name."
Rowan was wearing a tank top and tight ripped jeans, showing off a nice butt. The straight-haired strawberry blonde next to her was wearing a sorority tee and a denim miniskirt, as well. "Claire, right?" The girl nodded.
She then turned to the brunette wearing a simple tee and athletic shorts. "You're Selene, right? You're on our school's track and cross country teams." Selene nodded. Stina made pleasantries before heading to Callie. "How are you all doing?"
Rowan groaned. "Annoyed at Callie. How are we supposed to get till 5 PM without using the bathroom?" Claire chimed in, "I've already joked to them I can just pee where I stand and no one would notice." Selene laughed. "Yeah, in cross country, we just pee while running, so I'm gonna have to remember not to just pee whenever."
Stina nodded her head in agreement. "Callie's honestly so rude. Can I tell you something? We all wanted to see Callie desperate as revenge at our station. I'm buying this lemonade for her."
Selene perked up. She pulled out her clutch from under the table and pulled out a packet. "So, these are diuretics that athletes often use to change the results of their weigh-in... if you want, we could throw a packet in."
Rowan and Claire smirked. Stina didn't hesitate. "Throw it in."
Stina headed over to Callie, spiked lemonade in hand.
Nio sat at her station and tried to eavesdrop on Stina and those three girls She was with just now. She noticef them add something to the lemonade meant for Callie.
"Go get her, Stina," she said under her breath.
“Holy shit, is she doing what I think she is?” Maria asked, a shocked smile upon her face.
”She better not get caught, I am not going to get in trouble for her taking this the extra mile!” She said uncertainly.
*grrrummmblleee*
Maria reeled slightly, placing a hand on he agitated tummy. Those definitely weren’t hunger noises.
’Damn it, why did I have to pig out?’ She whined as she subtly cross her legs. She could feel the beginnings of pressure build up in her bowels. For her sake, she hoped it was gas, and nothing messier....
Stina walked up to Callie and the frat guy she was talking to. "Hey, Callie!"Callie turned to her and glared, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. "What do you want?"Stina turned on the charm. "Oh, I just wanted to thank you for doing all the work you did on putting this together! Really happy to be here! As a token of my thanks, here!"Stina handed Callie the lemonade. Callie's facial expressed softened a little and she accepted the lemonade. "Oh. Thanks, I guess."Stina winked at the boy. "I'll let you two get back to it."Stina positively bounced her way back, acting her most innocent self, until she got back to Nio and Maria.
Meanwhile, Nio positioned her smartphone so that it could get on camera Callie receiving and drinking the lemonade. She kept an eye on the phone to make sure Callie consumed the beverage.
She was almost distracted by Maria's tummy grumble. "You doing okay, Maria?" she asked while maintaining surveillance on Callie.
“I think so,” Maria mumbled, as her stomach continued to gurggle. “It’s probably just my nachos digesting. My stomach is very vocal!” She giggled.
*grrrmmblleee*
’I’m just not sure what it’s trying to say...’
Maria distracted herself by also watching Callie, drinking the lemonade from across the way. She could just imagine this girl with a puddle at her feet.
"Good, good," Nio quietly said as she witnessed Callie drink the lemonade. She put away her phone just before another random guy showed up to attend. She happily received his money and handed him the change. "Welcome! You enjoy yourself here, okay?" she told him with a smile.
"Anyway, Maria," Nio told her, "maybe take a deep breath or two?"
Stina returned and overheard the last bit of conversation and a foreboding grumbling from Maria. "Well, hey, look on the bright side. Who will care if you have an accident when iron lady Callie pisses herself?"
Nio overheard Stina's question. "Hmm, let's see..." She looked over to the redhead. "Well, she seems to be faring a bit better, actually, so I might be the one to have to hold it in," she commented as she casually crossed her legs. She could feel a bit of an urge within her bladder at this point.
"As for Callie," she added, "looks like she's already starting to have to go potty. I must say, if she weren't a total dickhead, she'd look quite cute having to pee like that!"
Ahaha, sucks for you Nio!” Maria teased sticking her tongue out.
*gurrrgggle*
Maria winced visibly as her intenstines scolded her for her arrogance. No sudden moves, not in this state.
“Uggggh.....” Maria moaned, placing a hand on her grumbling tummy, “I’m just glad she’s holding up. I give it an hour tops before I’ll need to take a dump!” She laughed, nervously.
She looked around, sighing to herself. At least she wasn’t alone. There were quit a few legs crossed as she scanned the grounds. A blonde looked around anxiously as she pee danced in place, nervously glancing towards the next group of people; and of course, the redhead with the big ass, while not as uncomfortable looking as Maria, still clenched her ass from time to time, biting her lip as her stomach likely gurgled under growing intestinal burden.
Then, two late freshmen approached.
Eliza, or Lizzie, as she is more commonly known as, woke up slowly with a full bladder. Deciding she needed to changed, she lept the dam break as she let loose a torrent of pee on her bed. It stained the bed sheets and her panties quite a bit. No matter, she could wash it.
She got out of bed, getting her first good look at the clock. "Shit" she thought as she realised she was very late. She suddenly got into hurry up mode as she prepared her sheets and her soaked clothes for the wash, and changed into an, exposing outfit, a short skirt, and a tang top that did a poor job at covering her rather large breasts. She did this to keep the boys interested, and, if she needed to pee, she could just spread her legs and pee through her panties. Since we're on the topic of her looks, she also had deep blue eyes, and long, dark purple hair. She also had a very nice bum to compliment her breasts. She was a pretty pale girl, if you wanted to be honest.
She then raced out of her dorm, keeping a running pace until she neared the place the sale was at. She decided she wanted to sneak into a group, and pretend she was never late, she couldn't be cought late. Her older sister was in this sorority, and she didn't want to risk getting kicked out for being careless.
She got as close as she could, spotting some of her fellow underclassmen. "Psssssst" she said as she tried to get there attention.
Stina noticed the second new and late girl. "Don't let Callie see you..."Also, while Lizzie arrived, a freshman named Katie was just walking up to the sorority hut wearing her pink sundress that went up to her mid thighs. “ Sorry I am late, I ended up oversleeping,“ she says, yawning.
“Hurry, get over her before anyone outs you!” Maria called to Katie, with a grimace on her face.
Despite her earlier confidence, Maria definitely had to go to the bathroom. While she was comfortable holding it, this was right about the time where she usually decided whether she would keep holding it or go poop like a normal girl her age. That choice was made for her though, which was made apparent by her subtle squirming and clenched ass cheeks.
’Nothing I haven handled before.’ She said to herself, crossing her legs and standing erect.
Stina wasn't doing too badly, but she noticed Maria squirming a little and could see her butt clench. She put a comforting hand on Maria before asking, "How is the girl you and Nio betted against?"Callie saw Katie and Lizzie, though, and marched over. "You both are LATE! You know the rules! No bathrooms AT ALL, including at dinner for you!"It was hard to take Callie's aggressive tone seriously, though, with her legs crossed tightly and bouncing slightly.
Callie, however, was then distracted by the desperate purple haired and blonde-and-blue haired girls Nio noticed earlier, who had likely asked her for permission to use the bathroom. Though Callie yelled at them with some ferocity, her own bouncing took away from her intimidation, and Stina noticed her hand hovering near her crotch.Stina also noticed that Rowan, Claire, and Selene were huddled rather than serving lemonade and in an intense, quiet discussion. From behind, she could see Rowan's butt clenched tight in her jeans and Claire had her legs crossed tightly. How were any of them going to last until dinnertime? Many girls seemed to be right about to lose it.
Nio scratched the back of her head and asked Maria, "So, how much time do you think is left before dinner?"
Deep down inside, Nio wanted that girl to stay clean so that Maria could relieve her bowels. That would mean Nio couldn't take care of her filling bladder for a few hours, but she was used to holding in a lot of urine from all those family trips.
Stina said to Nio, "I think she's distracted by the boys, but we got less than an hour left. I gotta pee, but I think I can make it. How about you?"
"Assuming I'm gonna lose that bet," Nio answered, "I'll end up having to pee really, really bad tonight." She started to fidget as she looked down at her shorts. "Who knows, these shorts might end up full of pee..."
She then watched the lemonade servers from a bit of a distance. "But, you know, Stina, if I do pee my pants, I won't be the only one. Look at poor Rowan," she said as she pointed to one rather desperate and frustrated girl grabbing her crotch to avoid any leakage into her ripped jeans. "She's not gonna make it. Which is too bad... You gotta admit, her butt looks so sexy bouncing up and down like that..."
Stina eyed the three desperate girls serving lemonade to the growing crowd. As she poured another cup, Stina swore she saw trickles rolling down both legs, but Claire stood tall (though with crossed legs) and acted like nothing was happening, smiling at each customer. The miniskirt meant nothing was showing on her clothes... Stina envied her as her urge to pee ratcheted from "would like to use a bathroom" to "constantly thinking about having to pee."Callie, meanwhile, was doing her best to be flirtatious with all the boys talking to her, but her little bounces and leg crosses took away from her domineering woman aesthetic. Fortunately, boys were boys and thought she was cute no matter what she did. At one point, mid-sentence, she stopped and excused herself and walked away from the crowd. Stina saw her shove her hands in her crotch the moment she thought no one was looking. Stina wondered if she had spurted... when Callie regained control she walked back like nothing happened, no evidence of a leak showing yet.
Things were beginning to get chaotic, which was a good thing and a bad thing. It was bad, because, well, it was chaotic. The activity had picked up tremendously, boys and girls alike hungrily eyeing the sorority pledges, and taking this opportunity to enjoy the eye candy. Others, more subtle, approaches the sorority girls with either intentions to buy, or engage them in conversation.
Amidst all of this, there were a few ladies and gents, who lingered and socialized, perhaps lingered a little too long, and kept stealing glances and the growing crowd of desperate ladies. It was becoming quite a spectacle. Surely, they’d seen a desperate a woman before? But never so scantily clad, never so many at once, and never such a chance for a few messy pairs of pants.
So what was the good news? Well for starters, Maria had to poop. Bad, very bad actually. Her gut was gurgling and churning with the remains of her lunch, and a strong pressure constantly bore down on her curvaceous and eye catching ass. She was desperate, definitely. But she did enjoy the attention, and it seemed that she was getting quite a lot, more than normal actually, and that was saying something. She was definitely enjoying the distraction from her urgency.
”I’ve been out here for awhile now!” She said to a cute guy in a tank top, squirming her legs around slowly.
”Well it’s worth it, business is booming yeah?” He mused, glancing down at her legs.
Maria smirked. He’d been glancing at her legs for a minute now. Granted, she’d been wiggling around trying not to shit herself for a good minute, but some of these guys today had taken and odd interest the the ladies distress. She decided to test the waters, why not?
”Yeah, but Callie over there won’t let anyone use the bathroom, it’s part of the pledge.” She signed, placing a hand over her gut and clenching her ass.
”Geeze, that’s a little unnecessary don’t you think?”
”Well you’re in a frat, isn’t ‘unnecessary’ part of the whole experience?”
”True, very true!” He laughed, blushing slightly as Maria looked towards the house, biting her lip. “And.... how are you holding up?”
Ahhh, so he is interested. Curious, if nothing else.
”Oh, you know, I’m holding....” she glanced around nervously, then smiled shyly, “.... literally.”
”She really won’t let you guys pee huh?” He said, incredulously, but suggestively.
”Haha, peeing isn’t my problem right now.” She giggled, crossing her legs and placing a hand gently over her ass. “My lunch isn’t really agreeing with me, so I’ve been.... well, trying to cope.” She giggled, stepping in place.
He blushed, but smiled suggestively, eyeing her tense, desperate figure up and down. “I thought girls don’t poop?”
She smiles wryly, and clenched her ass. “Well this one does, and it’s very inconvenient.”
*grrrrmmmmbllleee*
”Ugghhhh....” she moaned, bending over slightly.
”That bad huh?”
”Yeah, definitely.” She smiled, enjoying the strange envy in his eyes. “But you’re me, so that helps.”
“She doing my civic duty.” He winked.
She saw her group from the corner of her eye, getting a little squirmy as well, and decided to go check in. It’d give this guy a chance to get a look at her burdened ass.
”Hey, I’ll be right back. I gotta go check on some stuff.” She giggled, crossing her legs again. “Don’t go anywhere, I need your help.” She winked, and sauntered off, clenching to contain her bubbling guts the whole time. |
Part 2
Hope y'all like it and I didn't do anything with your characters you wouldn't like lol
Maria swung her hips as she walked away, directing the cute boy’s attention to her butt. She clenched her ass visibly, not even to put on a show, but out of sheer need as she approached the table with Stina and Nio. “I’m not gonna lie, I have to go so bad. How about you two?”
Nio nodded in sympathy. “I have to pee so bad… it’s all I can think about.”
Stina added, “Yeah, I definitely have to go.”
Lizzie and Katie, the latecomers, simultaneously grimaced as they remembered Callie had banned them from going during dinner.
Maria moved in closer to Stina and Nio so Lizzie and Katie couldn’t hear. “How’s our bet?”
They scanned the yard. Stina noted the purple-haired girl and blonde girl that Nio was confident would wet themselves. The purple-haired girl was constantly moving while talking to her friends, her legs shifting and crossing and uncrossing, but Stina didn’t notice an accident… yet. The blonde was standing by the front door alone and on her phone, legs tightly crossed in her beige shorts. While her translucent pink blouse showed off a racy black lingerie bra clearly, there was also no sign of an accident from this distance. Nio saw that as well and was impressed by their holding ability… and a little envious at this point.
After a couple seconds they all saw the redhead. She stood completely still with her legs tightly crossed, her butt permanently clenched as tight as possible, totally noticeable in her tight black leggings. Stina noted the position showed off how toned her ass was, but it was clear to anyone looking that she was on her last legs. Nio whispered, “She really has to go… but they’re probably going to wind down and announce dinner any second now. She just might make it.”
Maria would get to go if she won the bet, but she had other thoughts in mind now… she nodded and returned to the guy before he left. He, meanwhile, had been admiring her ass, noticing her clench and unclench during various waves of desperation as she had walked away. She had made sure her ass was facing him at all times while she was talking to the others.
“I wanted to catch your name before dinner. Are you planning to go to the party?”
“I’m Alex. Yeah, I definitely plan to be at the party… if you’ll be there.”
“I’ll be there. We have to go.”
“Do they make you hold it at the party as well?”
“Yup. We get to go during dinner, I think… but…” She squirmed for extra effect. “I don’t know if I should.” She emphasized the last word while checking him out up and down. She saw him shift his legs uncomfortably… she wondered if she was causing a certain reaction from him. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Why don’t you hold it through dinner… for me.”
She nodded her head in agreement, clearly turned on now. However, just then, she let out a loud fart on accident and jumped in surprise. Alex wasn't scared off at all, though, and winked at her. They both parted ways as Callie called for everyone’s attention. Any remaining visitors began to leave as the sorority girls moved in closer to her by the front door. Callie’s legs were shifting and moving more than ever, the movement constantly causing her straight black hair to fall in front of her face, and she had a slightly pained expression on her face, but she did her best to continue her stern tone of voice. “Freshmen. Return the lemonade to the kitchen. Pack up the tables and bring them inside. Leave them in the living room for now. I’ll put away the money. Then, join a table and wait for dinner. Everyone else, head inside for dinner. I’ll give further instructions then. MOVE!”
The freshmen hung back as everyone else headed inside. In all the movement, Stina noticed Claire, the freshman who she was convinced had peed subtly in her miniskirt, move away as everyone else was distracted. Stina and the other freshmen moved to clean up, but she kept her eye out as Claire moved to the side of the house towards the backyard. Claire was hunched over and clutching her stomach, and Stina could easily guess what she was about to do. Claire never made it to the back yard though and stopped suddenly and frantically lifted her skirt. Stina clearly saw a blue thong and… half a turd just hanging out, pushing aside her thong. Claire must have been prairie dogging this whole time and was losing it as she watched! Claire backed into the side of the house and squatted over a flower garden and just let the rest of it out, followed by another quick turd, before getting up and flipping her skirt down. She quickly looked around and Stina pretended to be watching the cleanup… it seems she was the only one that noticed. Claire returned to her station with no one but Stina the wiser, her only tell being beet red from embarrassment.
As the others cleaned up, Callie stood before Stina, Nio, and Maria to grab the money. She demanded, “How much did we make?”
They all shrugged. Nio said, legs tightly crossed, “We didn’t have time to count it.”
Callie, clearly particularly irritated by her own need, scoffed. “Useless. I have to do everything.”
At that moment, though, a particularly strong urge must have hit her, because her breath caught in her throat and she crossed her legs immediately. Her hand hovered by her side, clearly about to grab her crotch. After a split second, Callie grabbed the money and walked away, but Stina swore she saw a subtle and small dark splotch form on Callie’s crotch, perhaps the size of a coin. She turned to the others. “Please tell me you all saw that.”
They grinned back. Maria said, “Oh yeah. She totally let out a bit.” Nio followed up, “Great way to get her off our backs, but now I REALLY have to pee!”
Stina said, “Right! Let’s get this table into the living room and then we can go!”
They carried the table in and joined the other freshmen in finding a place to sit for dinner.
Emily waved them over. She had saved seats, and Stina, Maria, and Nio joined her at the table. The desperate purple haired girl was there, too, and Stina grabbed a seat by her. Stina saw she had her hand directly in her crotch, holding herself through her white shorts. Stina, to her own shock, felt another feeling besides desperation down below… something that had been building in the background as she had watched her sorority sisters and felt her own need rise, but she pushed that thought aside. She had always liked guys, and she definitely wasn’t attracted to THIS situation! Right?
Lizzie and Katie, who helped them carry the table in, sat by Rowan, Claire, Selene, and the desperate blonde and redhead that they were keeping an eye on. Stina lingered at the thought of Claire’s messy butt sitting, but the thick denim kept her accidents a secret.
The kitchen staff, mostly students who served Greek life for their own scholarship program, began carrying out the food as Callie walked back to the dining room after putting away the money. Callie stood by their table, and the girls could see why. Now the wet spot was the size of half a waffle, going from the bottom of her zipper to the ends of her jeans shorts, and she was using their table to hide it from the larger crowd. Stina, Nio, and Maria, however, had front row seats and exchanged smirks. Callie shouted, “This is the order! Seniors! You can use the upstairs bathroom now. Juniors, downstairs. After they are back, sophomores can take the upstairs bathroom and freshmen the downstairs. If there’s time. Except you two, for being late!”
She pointed to Lizzie and Katie, singling them out in front of everyone. Lizzie’s ears, with her short brown hair and her pale skin, were visibly red with embarrassment, but Katie yawned dismissively and in defiance. Callie took a longer second to glare at Katie, but her stare was cut short by a spurt Stina, Nio, and Maria clearly saw. The wet spot brightened and then grew as a trickle rolled down her legs. Additionally, they distinctly heard a fart, though no other table would likely hear over the din of food being served. Unbeknownst to anyone else, Nio had her phone camera out and subtly took a picture of Callie's wet spot. Callie shouted, “Dismissed!” and marched upstairs, likely hoping her stern demeanor would prevent anyone from looking closely.
Stina watched her clenched ass as she walked away and said, “You know, despite being a bitch, Callie’s pretty hot.”
Maria laughed. “You checking out the ladies?”
Stina was embarrassed at her slip up. “Uh… you know, I can admire anyone.”
Emily butt in to remind them that they weren’t the only ones at the table. “Girls. I wanted to introduce you to Mercedes. Mercedes is a sophomore majoring in political science. Mercedes, these are Maria, Niolette, or Nio, and Stina.”
The desperate girl in white shorts pulled out her hand that wasn’t holding her crotch and shook the other girls’ hands. “Hi y’all. Sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier, I can’t believe Callie is making the sophomores and freshmen wait. I’m dying to pee.”
Nio nodded. “Me too, girl.”
Mercedes leaned in. “Did you see Callie? I think that bitch peed herself a little bit.”
Nio asked, “Has she always been that rude?”
Mercedes nodded. Emily cut in, ever the peacemaker, “Now, ladies, Callie may be stern, but she has held this sorority together through some tough times.”
Emily crossed her legs, and that startled Stina. “Aren’t you a senior? Why aren’t you going?”
Emily smiled wanly. “Well, I actually privately agree with Mercedes that Callie’s bathroom rules are a bit over the top, so I’m going to wait until you all get to go before I do.”
As they spoke, the blonde with a blue streak walked by and Emily called her name. “Jessica! Have you met these new recruits?”
Jessica stopped, her face trying to hide her annoyance. Stina, Nio, and Maria eyed her up and down, having already watched her predicament all day. Unsurprisingly to them, they saw a dark splotch on the crotch of her beige shorts. They pretended not to notice as Emily introduced them all to each other. Jessica clearly wanted to leave, though, and as her wet spot darkened, she hurriedly said, “I need to grab a spot in line. I’m dying to go. I’ll talk to you all later!”
Jessica walked away and joined the back of the juniors line downstairs. While the seniors, including Callie, were out of sight, the juniors waited in line in clear view of the dining room.
Stina heard a muffled squeak from her side and looked to see Mercedes looking down at her crotch. Stina saw a wet spot develop, clearly visible with her white shorts. Mercedes thrust her left hand into her crotch again and dove into eating, trying to distract herself. Nio, on the other hand, had grown quiet, her concentration entirely focused on holding her piss in and eating at the same time.
Maria saw Stina checking out Mercedes and smiled to herself. She remembered a time when she was confused with her own… quirks, but Stina was early on the path of discovery. She was gonna learn tonight. Besides, at this rate, Nio and herself were both going to have an accident right in front of Stina.
A few minutes into dinner and the juniors were almost all through with the bathroom, but Jessica was still last and out the bathroom door. Maria's side of the table had a clear view. She could now see the wet spot on the back of Jessica's shorts, and as Jessica doubled over with an almighty urge, she got Stina's attention. "Check out the line."
Stina looked back and saw Jessica in the throes of her accident. The spot on her back grew as trails ran down her legs. From a distance, Maria and Stina both thought they coulse also see a bulge develop as one side of her shorts seemed to droop. The door swung open and another junior left, looking on in sympathy but walking away wordlessly. Jessica charged in the bathroom, still peeing freely. Maria looked over at Stina and could see her staring and chuckled to herself.
Stina was, in fact, mesmerized. She could deny it no longer. She was horny, and she was horny because she had to pee and because she had saw someone else had an accident and because that person was a girl. She realized she was still looking away from her table and turned around and tried to play it cool. "Damn, she really had to go."
Nio looked up. "What did I miss?"
"Oh, that girl you saw earlier, the blonde, I dunno if she made it..."
Nio responded, "See, I told you!"
Mercedes, not knowing she was also someone they had noticed earlier, said, "As long as Callie didn't see... otherwise she'd ban the rest of us from going and I will definitely piss myself."
Stina glanced over and saw the wet spot was now the size of a dollar bill, visible around the edges of her hand. As she looked, another spurt came out and she saw a little puddle pool between her legs before seeping down to her chair. Stina quickly went back to her food so she wouldn't be caught staring.
A couple minutes later, Jessica stepped out of the bathroom, her shorts clearly wet from the front, and she made a beeline to the stairs. Clearly, she was one of the sisters that lived here and was looking to change before Callie caught her. She must have been successful, because Callie came down a few minutes later and announced, "Alright, sophomores, freshmen, it's your turn."
Mercedes jumped up from her seat and practically ran up the stairs. Stina could see her wet spot go up her white shorts quite a ways. It was definitely visible, but no one besides her was going out of their way to check out her ass, so she likely escaped undetected. Stina glanced down and saw a small puddle in her wooden chair, though.
Callie walked past them to grab her own seat and eat, something she hadn't yet gotten to do, and the girls saw that while she was wearing jeans shorts still, they didn't have any sign of wetness. Nio whispered, "She must have changed... Stina, I guess that means you won your bet."
Stina had other thoughts in mind at this point, though, and shook her head. "I was hoping to embarrass the iron lady and besides us, she got away with it. I don't think I won the spirit of the bet..."
Nio knew she had evidence but shrugged. "Suit yourself."
She turned to Maria. "Where are we on our bet?"
Maria, who was looking down and rubbing her stomach in response to a particularly strong push from her bowels, looked up. They looked over and saw the redhead get up to get in line, along with Rowan and Selene. Unlike Mercedes, she got up slowly and gingerly. Stina noted Claire stayed seated, likely given up on the idea of cleaning up after her secret accidents. Stina saw piss trickle down Selene's legs as she got up, joining a puddle already on the ground. Selene must have pissed herself during dinner and no one noticed! Selene quickly "accidentally" knocked her water over onto the floor as she got up, though, and that along with the athletic shorts material meant no one could tell she had had an accident. Rowan wasn't wearing as versatile of clothing, and her light colored ripped jeans clearly showed off her wet spot.
Maria and Nio watched intently as they walked by their table. As they walked by, Maria saw the redhead's ass, still tightly clenched, but with the smallest of bulges, the size of a grape, sticking out. She must be just about to shit herself! Maria knew she was planning to hold it through dinner, though, and felt bad about Nio not getting a chance to go, so she thought of a plan quickly. Maria called out, "Rowan, Selene, who's your tablemate?"
They stopped and turned to face Maria. The redhead had a clearly pained look on her face, but she introduced herself. "I'm Joanna, I'm majoring in nursing, you must also be new recruits."
They did the rounds and introduced each other. As they talked, Selene leaned in to Stina's ear and whispered, "Did it work? I didn't see if Callie pissed herself."
Stina nodded. "We totally saw a wet spot, but she changed before anyone else noticed."
Selene swore. "Was hoping to embarrass that asshole."
Nio, who was sitting on the other side of Stina, overheard and turned to them. "I got evidence."
They both were shocked. "What?!"
Nio looked around and saw Maria was talking to Rowan and Joanna and Emily had turned around completely to talk to somebody at a different table. She pulled out her phone and showed the picture. Selene pumped her fist and said, "Man, that is blackmail if she ever messes with us! Thanks, Nio. We gotta go, though, all of us gotta poop real bad. I think one of the school cafeteria's lunches was... not good. Send that to me?"
Stina and Nio nodded and Selene turned to join the freshman line. Stina and Nio returned to hear the end of the conversation. Maria was talking to Joanna and Rowan about what to major in, but as Joanna described nursing, the three of them heard the telltale crackling of someone shitting themselves. A loud fart followed, and Joanna burned red as she pretended nothing happened. "Anyway, if you wanna talk more about applying for nursing, you know where I live!"
Rowan and Joanna turned to go and they all saw what was now a clear bulge held in place by Joanna's tight leggings. It was now the size of an orange. Joanna acted like nothing happened, though, and headed upstairs as Rowan joined Selene on the first floor.
Maria winked to Nio. "Guess you won the bet... she definitely didn't make it."
Nio thought for a second. "I bet she wouldn't make it to dinner. Technically, she shit herself after dinner started. I think you won the bet."
Maria looked to argue, but Callie got up at that moment. She shouted, "Alright people, dinner's over. Anyone have any last minute outfit changes, make-up to do, do it now, because we are about to head to this party!"
A few people cheered for the party, but Callie cut that off. She pointed at a freshman in line. It was Rowan, as Selene had just slipped inside the bathroom. "YOU! Time's up! Get back to your table!"
Rowan was indignant, but wasn't about to make a scene in front of everyone and meekly walked back to her table, still desperate. As people started to get up and go wait in the living room to head over to Delta Upsilon, Nio shook her head and uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. "I don't think I can make it through this party..."
Maria agreed. She had been distracted through dinner by everyone else's desperation, but her own returned with a vengeance as she let out a wet sounding fart. "Girl. Same."
Stina kept silent, not wanting to let on how much she was enjoying the situation. She had to pee as well, but she was too turned on to notice her desperation. She also saw Mercedes slip back into the crowd, still wearing the same shorts with the visible wet spot. She must not have been able to change. Emily had turned back to them as well, and she also had not had a chance to go. She tried to encourage them. "I believe in you girls! I'll hold it right along with you."
They stood by the door waiting to head out. The stragglers from the bathroom joined them, with Joanna last and still in her black leggings. They showed no evidence she had a full-blown accident in them.
Maria patted her somewhat bloated and visible midriff. She let out another fart, this one even wetter sounding, and whispered to Stina, "I'm sorry, this is super gross, but that fart felt wet, can you tell?"
Stina privately didn't mind the excuse at all to look at Maria's exposed ass in her daisy duke shorts, but there was no mark. She whispered, "You're good."
"Good, I met a boy I gotta impress tonight."
Stina replied, "Oh, trust me, I think you'll impress all the boys."
With that, the AXO girls left the house and walked the block to Delta Upsilon.
Edited February 1, 2019 by herrokitty
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Part 3 & Epilogue
There's quite a bit of messing and sexual content, as a warning. Hope you're okay with that.
The AXO sisters arrived at Delta Upsilon and entered the first room, a large and cleared out living room. Without the furniture and with the attached secondary living room and open kitchen, the first floor could somewhat uncomfortably fit 150 people, and with over 80 sorority sisters and at least 60 fraternity brothers, all that room would be needed. There were a couple of tables for beer pong and other drinking games, and the kitchen had a whole counter dedicated to shots and mixed drinks, while the living room had not one, not two, not three, but four kegs of beer. Additionally, a DJ booth was set up and one of the living rooms was clearly intended for dancing.
As the girls arrived, the boys raised their cups and cheered. The upperclassmen generally knew each other, and the ladies grabbed their own cups to pour themselves beer and mingle with their friends. A few sorority sisters had brought leftover lemonade and set it down with the shots. A large plastic container was filled with a mystery mixed drink, referred to by the fraternity brothers with vaguely offensive-sounding names like “jungle juice” and “wop” and some of the lemonade was poured in it.
Emily took the microphone at the DJ booth to grab people’s attention. “First of all, just a thank you again to Delta Upsilon for their hospitality. Today’s lemonade fundraiser as a big success and you deserve to celebrate! Before we crank up the music and let you all get to it, the freshmen need to join me for celebratory SHOTS for joining the best sorority on campus!”
Another cheer echoed through the building and fraternity members started pouring shots of tequila for each of the freshmen. Stina, Maria, and Nio grinned at each other and downed their shots, but all three began coughing in reaction to the burning sensation. Maria couldn’t help but let another wet fart out, fortunately covered up by the sound of the DJ beginning his setlist. The coughing didn’t help Nio’s desperation, either, who felt the first spurt dampen her pantyhose and shorts. Katie, on the other hand, took her shot like a champ and grabbed cups to give to the struggling freshmen so they could pour themselves a chaser. Katie and Lizzie went for the jungle juice while Stina, Maria, and Nio poured themselves coke. They saw Rowan, Selene, and Claire head to the kegs to get beer as chaser. Stina swore she could now see a hint of a wet spot from behind Rowan, right on the seam at the bottom of her shapely butt.
Maria scanned the room for Alex before finding him by the beer kegs. She winked at Stina and Nio before joining him. She bent over to pour herself a beer and intentionally pointed her ass at him. The act of bending over caused her to fart yet again, just loud enough for Alex to hear. She turned to face him. “Oops.”
He grinned. “You did what I asked.”
“I sure did. Wanna dance?”
They joined the crowd on the dance floor as the DJ began to play some upbeat hip-hop music. Maria always loved to dance and grinded her clenched ass into Alex, who she could quickly feel get excited through his jeans. He grabbed her breasts while she grinded on him, feeling her hardening nipples. His other hand ran up her thigh. Maria was lost in the moment and her ass unclenched momentarily, letting out a particularly raunchy fart. She could feel his dick twitch. He whispered, “Are you going to lose it?”
She turned around and put her arms around him. “It’s getting close… but will you lose it?”
She leaned in and began to make out with him on the dance floor. Her hands wandered down and she rubbed his bulge while his felt her ass hanging out of her daisy duke shorts. He ran his finger along her crack and felt a vague dampness. Her tiny white g-string (to prevent a visible underwear with such skimpy shorts) would stop nothing. He then pulled her clenched buttcheeks apart. Gasping, Maria let out a real shart, runny shit escaping and ruining her thong. He pulled her in close and kissed her before spinning her around. She bent down to give him a good look; the seam hugging her crack showed a dark spot about the size of a quarter as the messy poop stained through. She backed herself up to him and grinded against his crotch again.
Meanwhile, Stina and Nio had joined Rowan by the beers. Selene and Claire were dancing with boys, but Rowan stood still and had her legs tightly crossed. Her curly blonde hair glistened with sweat from the effort of holding it. She looked pleadingly at Stina and Nio as they poured themselves beers. “Please. Help me. I’m going to piss myself.”
Nio sympathized and showed her small wet spot on her shorts. “Me too… but what should we do? We can’t use the bathroom and if we get caught we’re not gonna be allowed to join!”
Stina scanned the room. The two living rooms were packed as people played drinking games and danced, but the kitchen was momentarily empty. She grabbed Nio and Rowan. “Come with me, I got an idea.”
Nio spurted twice more as she was grabbed and essentially dragged across the room. The wet spot and damp patches on her pantyhose were visible, but in the dimly lit frat house, she wasn’t obvious… yet.
She led them to the kitchen and behind the counter with the hard alcohol and mixed drinks. The counter blocked their lower halves from the rest of the room. “Alright, one of you pull your pants down just far enough to piss in a cup while we block you from anyone who walks into the kitchen, then we switch.”
Rowan was terrified. “There’s like 100 people who could see me, it’s too risky!”
Nio felt another spurt and said, “Fuck it, let’s do it.”
They backed into a corner so Rowan and Stina could block any potential kitchen visitors from seeing Nio. Stina chugged her beer so her cup would be available. Nio fumbled with her buttons before pulling her shorts halfway down her thighs. Stina stared at Nio’s visible parts as the whole crotch of her pantyhose was visibly wet. Nio made an impatient noise and Stina broke out of her reverie and handed Nio the cup. Nio didn’t bother to pull down her pantyhose and pressed the cup right to her crotch and let go. Stina could hear the hissing and the cup filling up and felt herself get wetter… but not from urine. Rowan struggled as she heard Nio’s relief and Stina glanced over to see her wet spot expand around her crotch to the size of a baseball. Fortunately for her, Nio then finished peeing and handed Stina her cup back before pulling up her shorts. Peeing through her pantyhose caused some glistening wetness to roll down her legs, but none of the boys or Callie would likely notice. Only a couple people had come in and out of the kitchen, mainly to pour themselves more alcohol, and they didn’t bother to look closer at three girls who looked like they were merely having a conversation.
Nio and Stina looked to Rowan. Rowan looked down at her pants and said, “Fuck it, okay let’s do it.” Stina went to pour the cup out of the sink as Rowan got into position and unbuttoned her tight jeans, revealing red underwear.
Stina handed her her cup and she and Nio formed a wall. Rowan pulled her jeans down partway down her thighs, revealing her underwear as boyshorts, now sporting a darker red stain throughout the crotch. She set the cup not a second too soon as pee started gushing out of her through her underwear. Ten seconds in, though, and her eyes went wide with panic. Stina whispered, “What’s wrong?”
Rowan whispered, “I can’t hold it, I’m pooping too.”
Stina and Nio didn’t know what to say and in the silence heard crackling in addition to the hissing. Stina looked down but couldn’t see anything except very wet panties. As her stream dribbled to a halt, she heard one last fart before Rowan handed her the very full cup. She turned a little and felt the bulge in the back, which Stina could see was about the size of an orange, but fully contained by her full cut boyshorts. Not knowing what else to do, Rowan gingerly pulled up her jeans, wincing as it began to flatten her poop. After she buttoned up, she spun around. “Is it visible?”
Stina and Nio looked closely… Stina in particular. Stina could smell the faint scent of shit, but it wasn’t overpowering and the jeans were tight enough that while you could detect a faint bulge, they flattened the poop enough that people would likely not notice. The solid quality meant nothing stained through. Stina said, “I… uh… think you actually got away with it.”
Rowan turned around and was bright red. “I’m so sorry you saw that… but thank you for helping.”
Nio smiled. “Hey, sisters for life now. It’ll make a good story in ten years.”
Rowan smiled weakly. “Maybe thirty years.”
Meanwhile, Maria was still dancing with Alex. More runny poop had left a brown stain the size of a dollar. She could feel her cheeks feel wet and messy but could also feel Alex’s throbbing penis. She was trying to make him cum before she shit herself, but she was on her last legs. She straightened up and raised her head to tell him, “I can’t hold it anymore…”
He leaned into her ear. “Then don’t.”
She then bent over a little and pushed her ass against him again as a loud fart heralded her shitting herself as a first blast of a mixture of runny and solid shit, likely thanks to those cheesy nachos, flew out. She knew he could feel it come out and she rubbed her ass against his crotch, staining the front of his jeans and finally… she could feel his penis throb against her ass as he came in his pants. That, her shitting herself, and a trail of runny poop beginning to run down her thighs was too much for her, and for the first time without touching herself or the help of someone else, she came as well, gasping in surprise.
Alex held her close so no one could see their respective stains. “Let’s go to my room upstairs.”
As she came to her senses, Maria nodded and they walked in sync so no one could see his front or her behind. She hadn’t let everything out, fortunately, otherwise her shit would be on the ground, but as it is, she felt exposed with poop along her thighs.
They made it into the stairwell and eventually into Alex’s room and they finally separated. Maria gave Alex a once over, seeing his jeans brown and wet in the front from his own cum and her poop. She felt a push and grunted, turning around so he could see her ass as she pushed out the rest of the poop, now more solid. Chunks fell between her leg holes and onto the ground and she peed as well, forming a small puddle.
Alex, to his surprise, was hard again and began to pull her shorts down while she continued to poop. He saw her now completely stained white thong and pulled that down as well, leading her to the bed.
Downstairs, Katie and Lizzie had had several drinks and were in line to play beer pong when the fraternity brothers lined up to face them offered them a proposition. “What do you think we up the ante and make it strip beer pong?”
Lizzie, more shy, was tentative. “In front of everyone?”
Katie was very tipsy and just responded, “I’m down. Comon Lizzie!”
Lizzie groaned and nodded. She hoped the game distracted her from her need to pee. The lack of bathroom at dinner plus several drinks was putting a strain on her bladder. The boys exchanged high fives. One wearing a fraternity themed tank and jeans said, “Great. I’m Sam.” He pointed to his friend. “This is Oscar.” Oscar was wearing a button up and chino shorts.
They set up and Oscar said, “Ladies first.”
Lizzie threw the first shot and sank her shot. The two guys took a sip of their beer before Sam asked, “So who’s taking off their clothes between us?” Lizzie pointed to him. “You take off your shirt.”
Sam obliged and then Katie took her shot but missed. Sam and Oscar grinned as they each took a shot and downed both of them immediately.
Lizzie, who was standing with her legs crossed trying to ignore her bladder, groaned. Katie drunkenly threw her hands in the air. “Hey, I’m just wearing a dress, it’s too easy.” Katie had to pee, too, but was barely aware in her drunken state.
Oscar nodded. “Okay, Katie, take off your shoes. We’ll save the dress for next time. Lizzie… your tank top please.”
Lizzie pulled off her top, which barely hid anything anyway, to show off large breasts barely held in by her lacy white bra. Lizzie and Katie both took a sip of their beer, as well.
She took her own shot and missed, but Katie got a lucky shot. She pointed at Oscar, who took off his button up.
Sam missed his next shot, but Oscar sank his and pointed right back at Katie. Katie pretended to pout before pulling off her pink sundress and throwing it to the side. Underneath, she had on matching light blue hipster panties and bra. Katie hadn’t even noticed she had spurted into her panties, but the boys mistook the small wet spot to mean she was aroused by the situation… and she was, as well.
Lizzie saw the wet spot and thought that she was going to have an accident soon, too, and didn’t want Callie or the boys to notice. She steeled herself to win the game and threw a perfect shot. She pointed to Sam, who took off his jeans to show off his boxer briefs. Despite being apprehensive, she was now enjoying the sight of two very in-shape men standing half naked in front of her. She particularly noted the firm bulge in Sam’s boxer briefs.
Katie missed her shot wildly, but Sam and Oscar both missed as well. Lizzie drained her returning shot. The process of shooting, though, caused a spurt, and she felt the first wetness on her grey thong. Ignoring it, she pointed to Oscar. “Let’s make it even for both of you.”
Oscar took off his shorts and was wearing regular boxers, but they too showed a bit of a bulge. Katie, unsurprisingly, missed, but Sam sunk his shot as Oscar missed and pointed to Lizzie. She pulled off her short skirt and saw Sam and Oscar’s bulges grow as they saw her thong and her wet spot.
Lizzie grinned and threw her shot, sinking it. Katie, miraculously, made her shot and won the game as Sam and Oscar finished their beers.
The crowd around them was now chanting for Sam and Oscar to strip, who begrudgingly obliged and stripped to the nude, showing off their rather erect cocks.
Sam made a motion to upstairs and Lizzie nodded in agreement, taking Katie in tow as the crowd cheered. Once in Sam and Oscar’s room, Katie suddenly hunched over and crossed her legs. “Oh shit. I really have to pee.”
Sam responded, “Just go to the bathroom, then.”
Lizzie explained, “Callie said we couldn’t and that Delta Upsilon’s leadership agreed to ban the bathrooms for the night.”
Oscar was incredulous. “What? Why?”
“Apparently an AXO pissed in a keg bucket and embarrassed the sorority.”
“Man, I would actually love to see that.”
Katie was too drunk to have inhibitions. “Well, you can see me do this.”
Before anyone could stop her, she spread her legs and pissed forcefully through her blue underwear onto the ground. A puddle grew and grew, but Lizzie noted both boys were fully erect and completely entranced watching. It seems this wasn’t going to ruin the evening after all…
When she was done, Katie grinned at the boys and flopped onto the bed.
Oscar and Sam shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to do but seriously aroused.
Lizzie offered a solution. “Katie is definitely too drunk, we should let her pass out. But, to make sure you don’t tell anyone else about her accident… why I don’t I reward both of you for your silence?”
Oscar and Sam high fived again and said simultaneously, “Yes!”
Lizzie took off her wet thong and began to blow Sam and stroke Oscar at the same time. After a few minutes, she signaled Oscar to move, and he moved behind her and began to penetrate her as she continued to blow Sam. Oscar’s penis pushed against her bladder, jacking up her desperation, but it also felt good to her. It wasn’t long before she could feel an orgasm coming. As Sam came in her mouth, she came and began to squirt repeatedly as her bladder could hold on no longer. As Oscar felt her squirt on him, he came as well, pulling out and cumming on her back. Lizzie saw the rather large puddle beneath her, but it seemed Sam and Oscar didn’t care one bit. Sam grinned. “I think you won our silence from Callie.”
Downstairs, it was clear the alcohol and dancing was working and people were regularly making their escape to hook up. Stina saw Claire sitting on a couch and making out with a guy and could see up her skirt, seeing a stained wet thong and brown stains on the inside of her denim miniskirt. She was bemused at what the guy would think if and when they hooked up and he undressed her. Joanna, too, was grinding on a guy, and she wondered if he would be as into it if he knew the inside of her leggings was coated with shit. Nio, too, was confident her wet spots had dried and was chatting up a boy in a corner.
Stina, meanwhile, was too busy observing the desperate girls to get sucked into chatting with a boy. Her own urges were reaching desperate levels, but she had been easily distracted, first by watching Lizzie and Katie’s strip beer pong game (and noting their wet spots) and now watching Claire, Joanna, and Nio, knowing their secrets. Rowan, too, had overcome her embarrassment and was playing flip cup, and Stina watched her intently, knowing despite her mostly dried wet spot, she was hiding a much messier accident. At one point, a boy grabbed her ass, and she immediately batted his hand away. Stina wondered if he noticed.
She sipped her beer, crossing her legs absentmindedly as she watched Claire and the boy join Joanna and her man on the dance floor. Stina felt a surge of horniness as she realized Joanna had a shining wet spot on her black leggings. She was letting it out in spurts! The darkness, the black leggings, and Joanna’s continuous dancing prevented anyone from noticing the several wet spots on the ground, especially as there as plenty of spilled drinks all over as well.
Claire, however, did seem to notice and seemed to think it was a great idea, as Stina saw a spurt go straight down between her legs in her skirt before another rivulet ran down along her legs, her man none the wiser.
Watching them slowly let go was too much for Stina, and she finally began to pee, dampening her black panties before she crossed her legs and bent over, forcing the stream to stop.
Mercedes walked up to her. “So… you’re into the ladies.”
Stina looked back, shocked at being caught before releasing another stream. “Uh. What?”
Mercedes gave a knowing look. “You’re the only sister who hasn’t been talking to or dancing with a boy all night. It’s okay. There’s always at least one in every recruitment class. No one holds it against you.”
Stina stammered at both being found out and over having an accident. “I… uhh… to be honest… I’ve never admitted to myself that.”
Mercedes looked her up and down and finally saw the stream running down Stina’s toned swimmer legs. “Oh! That. No big deal.”
She leaned in and said, “I had a small accident at dinner myself.”
Stina nodded. “I noticed…”
“I thought you might have been checking me out. Well, rookie, why don’t I show you the ropes?”
Mercedes grabbed Stina’s hand and began to dance with her, leaving Stina’s puddle in the corner of the room. Stina felt surreal, dancing as her wet underwear rubbed against her. Eventually, Mercedes leant in for the kiss, and Stina returned it. It felt right. It felt so much better than kissing boys.
Their make-out session on the dance floor was interrupted by a rude sounding fart from Stina. She straightened up, embarrassed. Mercedes comforted her. “Don’t be embarrassed. This is Callie’s fault for making such stupid rules.”
Speaking of which… Stina saw Callie walk around and pull random girls aside. “What is that iron lady doing anyway?”
Mercedes looked over and didn’t know either. It looked like she was… lifting girls’ skirts? Pulling on their pants?
Stina saw Emily nearby and beckoned her. “Emily… what’s Callie doing?”
Emily looked over and rolled her eyes. “It’s past midnight, so we’re letting girls go home if they’d like and also use the bathroom, but Callie wants to make sure people are dry.”
Stina gave Emily a once over and realized Emily, too was desperate to pee. Then she remembered she had just pissed herself! Callie would find out! Plus, her nervousness was ratcheting up her desperation to poop.
Claire and Joanna overheard Emily and hurriedly whispered to their respective men, who were ignorant of the situation and gladly began to take them upstairs. Stina wondered what their reaction would be when the ladies undressed.
Emily and Mercedes had no such boys room to run to, and they stood nervously as Callie made her way over. She approached Mercedes first and wordlessly pointed to her white shorts. Mercedes unbuttoned them and Callie pulled them down slightly and looked over her green full cut panties. They had long since dried since dinner, and in the darkness Callie couldn’t see any visible stain. Satisfied, she pulled them up and moved to Emily. Emily protested. “Comon, Callie, I’m in leadership. I’m the same year as you.”
Callie growled at her sternly. “Fair’s fair. All girls.”
Emily sighed and pulled her own white shorts down a little. Her plain white panties hid nothing and Callie spotted a small wet spot in the crotch. She pressed her finger to it and Emily shuddered. Stina saw Emily spurt in reaction right into Callie’s finger and Callie held it up to Emily’s face. “What’s this?”
Emily retorted, “I’ve been holding it since 1 PM, that’s almost 12 hours. I’d like to see you try that!”
Callie had a begrudging respect for that and pulled up Emily’s shorts for her, but she pulled them up as high as possible and Emily winced as she squirted again, now showing a wet spot on her shorts. Emily buttoned her shorts up, embarrassed.
Callie then turned to Stina, who was clenching her butt as tightly as possible. Callie pulled up her skirt and saw nothing on her black underwear, but she felt Stina’s crotch. Stina trembled, scared but also a little aroused. Callie easily felt the wetness of Stina’s fresh accident. “So. Frosh. You pissed yourself.”
Out of fright, Stina farted in response. Callie immediately grabbed Stina’s ass and felt them clench. “Oh. And you’re about to shit yourself. Why don’t you go ahead, since I’m about to bounce your ass out of this sorority, you child.”
Stina could do nothing except lose control, and Callie felt her ass as the turd first hit her panties and pushed them away from her butt. Her muscular ass couldn’t hold back and the turd curled up, forming a bulge the size of a clementine. Immediately after, another slipped out before a final turd curled up. The whole ordeal took about thirty seconds, but it felt like forever to Stina. As Callie pulled her hand away, Stina felt her back and could tell it was the size of at least a couple of baseballs. She pulled down her skirt in shame.
Callie grinned evilly. Suddenly, though, Stina remembered Nio’s text. She pulled out her phone and pulled it out. “You kick me out of this sorority… and I’ll show everyone this picture.”
Callie sputtered. “What! How did you get that? When did you take that? You can’t prove that’s me!”
Mercedes stepped in. “I saw it, too. I’ll tell everyone it’s you.”
Callie fumed. “No one will listen to you. I’m in leadership!”
Emily, despite straining to hold the rest of her pee, said, “I’m in leadership. They’ll listen to me.”
Callie stomped her feet. “Fine. You can join. You’re free to go to the bathroom.”
Callie stormed off, defeated.
Stina and Mercedes high fived, but as they turned to Emily, Emily just said, “Excuse me” and she ran off to the bathroom, a trickle running down her legs.
Mercedes looked to Stina. “Let’s go back to my place.”
Stina was surprised. “You’d still hang out with me? Even after I shit myself?”
Mercedes laughed. “I gotta be honest, I’ve done the same. You think with all this drinking sorority girls don’t regularly piss and shit themselves?”
Stina smiled. It seems joining AXO was going to be just as fun as she thought it was going to be. They stepped outside and Mercedes immediately began peeing through her shorts. “You weren’t the only one desperate, trust me.”
Despite being outside, Stina walked up to Mercedes and held her before putting her hand in Mercedes’s crotch. She began to rub her as she peed. Mercedes turned around and Stina slipped her hand inside her shorts and felt her wet panties as Mercedes pushed up her skirt and did the same. Mercedes used her other hand to feel Stina’s massive bulge. Stina gasped. “Wait… let’s get home. Don’t want Callie taping us from the corner or something.”
The moment they got home, Mercedes pushed Stina down onto a couch and fingered her, her expert fingers making Stina cum very quickly. Stina returned the favor, despite her inexperience. Mercedes then led Stina into the shower to clean up and to show her everything she knew.
Epilogue - the morning after
Nio hooked up with her man without him ever knowing about her accident. The morning after, she dressed herself and left, but she realized halfway back to her dorm she should have peed. She speed walked the rest of the way, spurting occasionally, but made it right into her dorm bathroom as the dams burst. She hopped in the shower and let the piss run down her shorts and pantyhose before she snuck into her own room to change, early enough no one else was up.
Lizzie and Katie both woke up to realize they wet Sam and Oscar’s beds, respectively, but paid them back with sex.
Claire dressed herself as her man slept. The drunkenness, horniness, and darkness meant he never really noticed her accidents. She slipped on her dirty and stained thong, grimacing, before inspecting her miniskirt. The inside had brown stains throughout, but the outside showed nothing. She slipped it on and snuck out before he would notice, making sure to stop in the bathroom to pee before leaving. Too tired and without a care about her dirty underwear, she lifted up her skirt and peed through her thong before walking away.
Joanna had a similar situation, and she pulled up her leggings. They still felt damp, but from the outside, no one could tell. She winced as she felt the dirty back rub against her messy butt, and she could see a few light brown stains on his bedsheet, but she doubted he could figure out what had happened and left before he woke up.
Selene also hooked up with a guy, but she woke up along with him. She peed in the bathroom but couldn’t bring herself to poop with fraternity guys coming in and out of the bathroom. When she returned to the room, they kissed and he offered breakfast. She felt the effects of all the drinking, though (Day After Drinking Shits!) and declined. They set a time for a real date, though, and Selene leaned over to kiss him again before she left as he lay in bed. As she leaned over, a rude sound came out and she felt a wet shit slide out. Fortunately, the inside of the athletic shorts had a built in underwear of sorts and everything held in. The loose shorts didn’t show a noticeable bulge unless one really looked for it. The guy just thought she had farted and laughed it off as she, embarrassed, backed out the room with her butt facing away and left, red-faced. While she had got away with it, she was not looking forward to the cleanup.
Rowan had also gotten the interest of a guy and had even danced with him. He eventually invited her up and she, tipsy, said yes despite her messy underwear. In his room, she made out with him before feeling self conscious about smelling the faint hint of poop. She realized there was no way for him to not notice if she took off her pants. Strangely, though, she felt very horny about going this far without being caught with a load of shit in her pants, and she proceeded to take off his pants and begin to stroke him before moving to blow him. He stopped him from cumming, though, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and offered to "spice things up."
Rowan saw her chance and said, "Nah, let's switch it around."
She tied him up to the bed and undressed facing him, taking off her top and her pants. Her red boyshorts had a residual wetness, but from the front, the frat guy couldn't see her bulge in the back. She kept her panties on and mounted him, pulling her panties to the side and slipping him in. She proceeded to fuck him till they both came, the orgasm heightened for her by her accident and his obliviousness. In fact, as she came, she pushed out a small remaining amount of poop and squirted on him a couple times. She eventually pulled herself off him, put on her pants, and let him out of the cuffs before winking at him and heading back to her own dorm to clean up and sleep, feeling satisfied.
Maria and Alex woke up in a messy bed, naked together. Maria’s ass was coated in shit and her dirty shorts were on the floor, covering a puddle and more bits of shit. Alex didn’t care, though - he felt he found the perfect woman. He prepared the coffeemaker in his room and handed her a cup of coffee as they sat together, content. Soon, though, they both felt the urge for their morning pee, along with the effects of the coffee on their bowels. Rather than give in, Maria mounted Alex again and fucked him as she peed, causing them both to cum.
As his dick softened, he could no longer hold it and began to pee on his own bed as well. Maria grinned. “We’re gonna have to spend all of today on cleanup.”
Alex said, “It’s worth it.”
Maria dug up some boxer briefs of Alex, grey ones. “Put these on. We’re gonna see who can hold it longer.”
Alex obliged and they began to wipe up the mess on the ground, farting occasionally. Maria held up her shorts. “How obvious would it be that I shit myself if I wore these?”
A brown stain the size of a dinner plate was on the back. “Pretty obvious.”
“How about I leave ‘em at your place and wear something of yours back home today.”
Alex nodded before grimacing as the coffee stimulated his bowels. Maria told Alex to turn around so she could watch his ass, and she rubbed herself as she saw Alex’s ass unclench and he shit himself in his boxer briefs. She sat him down on the side of the bed and pulled out his cock before mounting him yet again. As she rode him, she felt her ass open up and she shit yet again as she rode him.
They came again and, laughing at creating a mess yet again, cleaned themselves up.
Back at Mercedes’s apartment, Stina and Mercedes woke up after a long night of sex. Mercedes, wearing a new pair of grey underwear, felt all the alcohol from last night and got up to pee. Stina caught her and held her on top of her. Mercedes whispered, “I have to pee.”
Stina replied, “I don’t care” and began to kiss her.
Mercedes began to pee as they made out and they both wet the bed.
Emily returned to the AXO house that night after mostly making it to the bathroom. She walked up and knocked on Callie’s door. Callie opened it. She had taken off her shorts and was wearing a purple thong. A dried yellow stain revealed she had never changed her underwear. Emily grinned. “Another successful hazing, huh?”
Callie nodded. “Those girls thought they got away with it, but I got pictures of all of their accidents.”
Emily smiled. “They always fall for our good cop bad cop routine.”
Emily closed the door behind her and revealed her own white panties, now with a bigger yellow stain. Callie led her to the bed where they looked over the pictures and kissed.
Edited February 4, 2019 by herrokitty
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Hello! This is a story I wrote for OmoL, who had the idea of a waitress from a diner getting desperate at work and rushing home to use the toilet. Even though I don't think it's my best work writing-wise, I had a lot of fun working on this, and I hope you all enjoy reading it ?
“Hey ma'am? Can I get another glass of sweet tea?”
Laura stopped in her tracks, looking to the customer with an anxious expression on her face. She managed to force a smile and respond, “Of course.”
She grabbed the pitcher of iced tea off the nearby counter and walked towards the customer slowly, cautiously. The pitcher had just been filled, and Laura had to move with great care to make sure none of the liquid sloshed out. You could say the pitcher and Laura’s bladder had a few things in common.
It’d had been a long and busy day at the diner where Laura worked. People just kept pouring in, never giving the staff a chance to catch their breath. It was also in the middle of summer, and although the a.c worked just fine, it did little to help with so many individuals packed into one space. Between running from table to table and grabbing food from the scorching hot kitchen, Laura had to drink a lot of water throughout the day just to keep from overheating.
Sadly, gulping down glasses of water was all Laura had time to do. As the day had progressed she made many attempts to run the restroom, but something always got in the way. A broken glass that needed to be swept up, another table that needed to be served, or another customer asking for a refill.
Finding it increasingly hard to keep still, Laura rubbed her thighs together as she poured, the sound of trickling liquid torturing her. Thankfully, everything above her knees was covered by the 1950s-esque waitress dress she was required to wear.
After being thanked by the customer, Laura put the pitcher back down and glanced at the clock hanging above her. It read 6:30 pm.
“Oh thank God.” Laura thought, rushing to get out of sight and clock out before she was asked to do anything else.
She shuffled into the empty break room, closing the door behind her before pressing her legs together and bouncing up and down. It felt so good to be able to squirm after having to hide her need for so long. Once she felt a bit more in control, Laura grabbed her things and took a quick look in the mirror propped up against the wall. Her dark brown hair was a mess, slowly falling out of the bun she had put it in before work started. There were faint, dark circles beneath her hazel eyes, a result of staying up late before remembering she had work in the morning. The dress she was wearing clung to her curvy figure well, but it was a bit wrinkled from all the running around she did. It was a good thing her shift was ending, because she was starting to look a bit unhinged.
Laura straightened out her appearance the best she could before throwing all of her things in her bag and heading to the restroom, which was right by the back door of the building. Her bladder quivered in anticipation as she drew closer and she had to stop and squirm for a moment to calm it down.
However, when Laura approached the door, her heart dropped down to her stomach.
In front of her was a crudely written sign that read, “OUT OF ORDER”.
“Shit…” Laura hissed, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She tried to go in anyway but the door was locked. She felt her bladder jolt once again, unhappy that it's chance to empty was snatched away. It looked like she would just have to try and make it home.
Sighing, Laura tore herself away from the restroom and walked out of the building. She hopped into her car and took a few minutes to fidget in private, steeling herself for the long drive ahead, before pulling out of the parking lot.
“It usually only takes about 20 minutes to get home.” Laura thought. “I should be able to hold that long…”
Laura wished she didn’t have to drive, longing to press her legs together. Whenever she didn’t have two hands on the wheel she placed one on her lap, just barely resisting the urge to shove it between her thighs.
She placed a hand on her stomach to rub her sore bladder, and was horrified to feel something round and hard. She glanced down to find that her bladder was so full that it was beginning to bulge out of her abdomen. This revelation only seemed to increase Laura’s desperation, and she whimpered as she writhed around in her seat.
“Only ten more minutes…”
Even with the ticking time bomb in her abdomen being squished by her seat-belt, Laura didn’t think she was in too much trouble. She was confident that she would make it home dry, even though it might be a bit of close call.
That confidence was shattered when she turned the corner to see a block of cars in the distance.
“Oh for fuck’s sake...” She said, slowing and eventually stopping behind the car in front of her. “Of course there’s traffic.”
A work convoy a few miles ahead was causing traffic to move unimaginably slow. Laura dug her nails into her thigh while she rocked back and forth, her patience wearing down by the minute, and took the opportunity to cross her legs tightly while she waited for the road to clear. She couldn’t manage to sit still, feeling like she’d burst if she stopped moving for even a second.
“Gotta pee, gotta pee…”
Fifteen minutes later, Laura was officially frantic. She was bouncing, scissoring her legs, rubbing her thighs together and anything else she could think of to try and keep everything in. She finally gave into the urge to hold herself and pressed a hand into the skirt of her dress. The relief it offered drew a quivering sigh from her lips, but it still wasn’t nearly enough. Laura wished she could sit on her heel and grind into it for more pressure, but her car was too small.
On the bright side, traffic was beginning to clear, and Laura uncrossed her legs so she could drive properly, despite the ache in her abdomen and between her legs that advised against it. Rocking her hips, Laura drove as fast as she legally could, whimpering and cursing to herself all the while. The pressure was getting excruciating, and the simple thought of getting to the toilet was enough to make her bladder spasm.
Finally, Laura was right down the street from her home. She came across another red light and shoved both of her hands into her crotch once she’d stopped the car. She was panting now, her body tense and legs quivering with the effort to keep her seat dry.
“Oh, I have to go-ah!” Laura yelped. She felt something warm and wet escape her, dampening her hands. She looked down and found a small wet spot on her dress. A string of curses escaped her mouth as Laura held herself even tighter, begging the light to turn green before she leaked again.
Once it did, Laura sped down the road and pulled into her driveway. She grabbed her bag, got out of the car and hobbled to the front door, keeping a hand buried between her thighs. She bounced up and down while she frantically searched for her keys.
“Come on, come on…!”
She whined, feeling another couple of drops leak out, and began to dance from foot to foot as she shoved the key into the door.
As soon as the door opened, Laura nearly collapsed into the house, slamming the door behind her and dropping her things before shoving her other hand into her crotch. She ran in place for a second, begging her body to hold on for just a few more minutes.
Slowly, Laura shuffled down the hall towards her bathroom, pausing every few seconds to squeeze her legs together. Another few spurts escaped her the second she placed her hand on the door knob. It took all of Laura’s willpower not to give into the relief, trembling as she felt streams of piss rolling down her leg.
She knew she only had a few seconds left before the dam broke. She had to make one final push. After taking a deep breath, Laura threw open the door and dashed to the toilet, scrambling to slide down her underwear as her bladder let out leak after leak. Finally, Laura sat down on the toilet and let go.
Laura buried her face in her hands and let out a loud moan of relief. The sound of her stream was almost deafening, pounding against the water below. The ache in her abdomen slowly disappeared along with with the bulge her bladder had created, and she lost herself in the feeling of release after holding for so long. By the time she was done, Laura was almost panting with relief.
However, she knew she hadn’t made it home completely dry, and looked down to inspect the damage. Her underwear was completely soaked, along with her legs. She noticed that there were multiple drops on the floor, and a small puddle outside the bathroom door, which she neglected to close.
“Thank God I live alone…” She thought.
Although she basically wet herself, and had a bit of a mess to clean up, Laura was satisfied. She was just happy to not have that unbearable sensation between her legs anymore. However, for some odd reason, she felt another, more pleasurable one, take its place. |
hi guys, this is a little side story written to bring a little more depth to my main project that some of you may have heard of. millie is very important in my universe even if this is her first outing as a protagonist, so you can expect more of her 'side quests' like this in the future. probably will get more brazen though.
see you again, soonish
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Emiliana Madaffari: Part I
The oblong Hector Arabi Sports Hall was easily the biggest building on the Westlands Academy campus. Almost as large as a stadium, it towered over the adjacent Law Faculty, taller by a storey even than the Faculty spire. In the height of winter, the ground level Law classrooms would receive little sunlight and the courtyard would receive none at all.
In spite of its name, the sports hall itself made up only a small fraction of the building. The building itself was a labyrinthine complex of laboratories, test centres, classrooms, offices, and even an underground particle accelerator.
On most days the building would be abuzz with the to-and-fros of students, researchers, and Academy staff. But on the late afternoon of the first Sunday of the Spring break the building lay dormant and unlit - for the most part. The occasional rumble of the physics lab’s automated equipment echoed dully along the deserted corridors and even into the timber sports hall proper which today hosted a best-of-three-games qualifying fixture for the Girls’ Volleyball Regionals.
Apart from the players, their coaches, and the competition staff, the hall was totally empty with not even one spectator. The awkward stuffy silence of the mostly empty hall was only broken by the squeak of running shoes on the polished timber flooring, the bounce of the ball, and the occasional whistle from the court referee and congratulatory banter among the players after points won. But the absent spectators didn’t know what they were missing.
An upset appeared to be on the cards today with the young ladies from the Riverside College outclassing their highly fancied red-and-silver bedecked opponents from The City School for Girls.
The Riverside girls had trounced their opponents in the opening game and led by a healthy margin in the second. This was largely thanks to the stunning debut performance of the Riverside College’s newest MVP Emiliana Madaffari, who sat nervously cross-legged on a plastic seat in the coach’s booth.
Millie had had a whirlwind of a day. She was a sporty girl, but she had never before tried her hand at volleyball. Her friend Izzy had asked her that morning to fill in for a sick teammate and she had agreed on the spot even though she’d harboured doubts in her head about how effective a player she could be.
Millie was already a year younger than her teammates and opponents, and she was petite even for her age. The net stood a good couple of feet over her head and she was the shortest person present by a few self-conscious inches. When she’d arrived with her teammates she’d thought she’d be a burden. She’d proven herself wrong.
She’d proven her teammates wrong, too. Before the game they’d introduced themselves politely but somewhat distantly. Millie could tell that they were disappointed to see that she was not exactly an Amazon. She half-expected that she wouldn’t be doing much more than fetching them drinks from the Gatorade barrel.
Their coach Alex would have none of it, though, and much to Millie’s surprise and embarrassment, he approached her after scrutinising her in the warm-up and asked her to start in place of Isabelle.
She was mortified to be asked to replace her friend, but when Izzy heard she laughed heartily and playfully shoved Millie out onto the court with a wink before collapsing into a chair beside the court and folding her arms with mock indignation.
Millie was grateful for her friend’s magnanimousness even as her other teammates gave their coach quizzical looks as they joined her on the court. For one thing, she’d been anxious to get on the court as soon as possible, worried that an extended wait on the bench would build her nerves up to breaking point. For another thing, she did not want to refuse her coach. Alex had struck her as a dead-set hottie.
Alex was six or seven years older than the girls playing; a postgraduate conducting research in the very building in which they were playing today. Like Millie he wasn’t especially tall, being maybe an inch shy of average height and lithe. His brown hair was a few shades darker than Millie’s light brown tresses, but his eyes were his real asset – intense and green so vivid that they practically glowed. Millie had gotten butterflies in her chest the first time he’d turned them on her. She really did not want to let them down today.
Whether it was the pressure of the moment, her natural ability, or simply her schoolgirl crush spurring her on to metaphorical and literal new heights, Millie played out of her skin to the astonishment of her teammates and the whooping approval of Izzy from the bench. She was everywhere, saving certain winners, setting, spiking, high-fiving her teammates after winner upon winner, getting pats on the back during the occasional drinks break.
By the time a suitably impressed Alex substituted her off at the end of the first game, Millie was walking on air.
‘Outstanding, Emily,’ Alex enthused as she came off. ‘You’re a real natural. I hope you’re planning on coming back next season!’
Rapt, Millie breathlessly thanked him and floated over to the bench feeling her butterflies again, too caught up in the moment to want to correct Alex on her name.
Seating herself on the bench, Millie was buzzing. It had been one of the most extraordinary days of her life, almost a dream. In the space of one afternoon she’d tried her hand at a new sport and had a ridiculous amount of fun, made a bunch of friends out of total strangers, and blown the competition out of the water in front of a coach so good looking he’d made her blush just by smiling at her.
Millie had a hard time calming down and kept breaking into secret smiles to herself and silent giggles as she went over the day’s events in her head. She sipped periodically at her Gatorade, watching Izzy and her teammates race to a lead in the second match. Millie’s performance had inspired them all and they had barely lost a point as they outplayed their shell-shocked opponents.
Still, sitting on the bench had made Millie aware of a need to pee. It wasn’t urgent, yet though and she was confident she could hold it until she got home. She watched as Izzy leapt high near the net to smash through the winning point and moments later her teammates came over to join her and the coach for a quick drinks break.
‘I’d say this is pretty much over now, wouldn’t you?’ gloated brown-haired Lara as the team came off the court. ‘Is there a mercy rule in volleyball?’
‘Job’s not quite done yet, girls,’ Alex warned. ‘Don’t lose focus.’
‘Relax, coach,’ Izzy said brightly. ‘Have you ever known us to get carried away?’
‘Well, we lost the last three rounds from winning positions, I won’t have you blowing it out there again-…‘
‘Where’s our little star?’ boomed Valerie in interruption. ‘You’re sensational, Millie!’
Millie smiled with a rosy blush coming to her cheeks.
‘You guys have been carrying me, honestly,’ Millie demurred modestly. ‘I just got lucky.’
‘Sure, sure,’ Lara said, half-enviously. ‘Got any more of that luck to spare for next week?’
‘Ha ha!’ Val laughed heartily. ‘Where did you find this one Izzy? Couldn’t hurt to have one or two more!’
‘Oh, she’s been wanting in on the team for weeks, you should see her practising after class each day,’ Izzy joked, causing Millie to stick her tongue out at her.
‘Well, I’m glad at least somebody’s been practising,’ Alex said pointedly. ‘Anyway, we’re going to need a big effort in the next game to get this all wrapped up. Now, some pointers I’ve got for you…’
As Alex started talking tactics, Millie felt the butterflies reappear and she couldn’t help but feel herself tune out his actual words. She couldn’t work Alex out. His features seemed almost feminine with a soft jawline flowing down to a pointed but modest chin, while his large emerald eyes boasted small and defined eyebrows that were more elegant than most of the girls’!
But his pale skin was drawn taught over that same soft face, dominated by the commanding, determined expression he brought to everything that he did. When he looked to her to give instructions she barely heard, she could see a fire in his green eyes. She’d never seen anybody who looked so awake and so alive.
Her daydream came crashing to an end when Val accidentally bumped her as she bent down to fill up her bottle from the Gatorade barrel, and it suddenly occurred to Millie that she’d been sitting there gazing at Alex with her mouth half-open like a dork.
Feeling a bit self-conscious, she picked up her own drink and took a few sips while casually looking around to see if anybody else had noticed. Fortunately, they all seemed focused on the team talk. She, too, turned back to Alex, but this time made a bit of a show of taking gulps from her bottle and doing her best to casually look like she hadn’t just been perving on the coach.
‘One last thing,’ said Alex, concluding his pep talk, ‘Your heads were dropping out there towards the end, don’t go thinking I didn’t see that. I want to see some energy out there now! Nobody wants to be here ‘til midnight.’
‘Not when you’ve promised to shout us PIZZA after the game!’ Izzy reminded Alex in a singsong voice.
‘Hey, that’s only if you actually win this time!’
‘Yeah, I can taste that Italian crust already,’ said Val confidently, and just then the referee blew her whistle to summon the players back. ‘C’mon, girls, let’s go bring home the prosciutto!’ Val howled triumphantly.
The girls started to follow her back onto the court. Millie was happy to let them go and do their thing. Her need to pee had become a bit more noticeable during the break and she turned back to sit down, wishing that she hadn’t swigged half her bottle of Gatorade just to cover up her stupid crush. But as she walked over to the plastic chairs she saw Mary, the sandy-haired girl who had been very quiet for most of the afternoon, already sitting there looking miserable.
Mary looked up as Millie approached.
‘Millie, can I ask a favour?’ she asked quietly.
‘Sure, what’s up?’ Millie asked with some concern, sitting down next to her.
‘Well… I’ve had some bad cramps today,’ Mary said, looking down bashfully. ‘I can play through it, but if you wouldn’t mind starting this game…’
Millie hesitated. She was definitely feeling the pressure in her bladder now, and she’d already been banking on being able to literally sit out the next game. Jumping around was not going to be fun. But when she saw a tear running down Mary’s cheek, she knew she couldn’t say no.
‘You’ve got it, no worries, chicky!’ Millie chirped with a smile bigger than she thought she could muster. ‘You rest up, you earned it that last game!’
‘Thanks,’ said Mary gratefully, then looked down. ‘Please don’t tell the others.’
‘Not a word,’ Millie promised, mimicking drawing a zip across her lips.
Millie turned back to the court, not certain at all in her ability to be able to hold it through the game and the bus trip home afterwards. Surely there had to be bathrooms somewhere in this giant building? She’d just have to go hunt for them after the match.
She brushed past Alex and gleefully noticed that he had his eyes locked on her as she bounced out onto the court. She pulled up next to Izzy who was standing there looking past her at the bench.
‘Poor thing,’ empathised Izzy knowingly. ‘She’s been suffering all day.’
‘What?!’ exclaimed Millie in surprise. ‘W-What do you mean?’
‘Her period, you dolt,’ Izzy snorted as she punched Millie’s shoulder jovially. ‘That’s why she’s sitting out.’
‘But I-… I didn’t say anything!’ insisted Millie, protesting her innocence.
‘And? Did you think we hadn’t all noticed by now?’
‘Well, I didn’t,’ said Millie flatly.
‘That’s probably ‘cause you’ve been so distracted by the coach all day,’ teased Izzy.
‘He- He wasn’t distracting me!’ blurted Millie as she felt her traitorous face glow crimson.
‘Sure, sure!’ tittered Izzy mischievously, before continuing in a slightly too loud singsong voice, ‘Millie and Alex, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-‘
‘Knock it off!’ Millie snarled, swiping at her dancing teammate who casually dodged while laughing at her.
‘Izzy’s right, though, Millie,’ said Lara seriously from behind the two of them. ‘Mind on the game, not on what’s in Alex’s pants.’
‘IT WASN’T ON-‘
The whistle blew and the game was under way. Millie threw herself back into the action and in mere moments she’d become absorbed in the contest again. Izzy and Lara’s teasing had wound her up a bit and she played with a renewed vigour now, diving to rescue near certain winners, and pouncing high to smash back some of her own.
But the more she played, the calmer she felt. The ball became bigger and its pathing became more predictable. She would start moving to where it was coming before it had been hit, and her returns were carefully placed to be as awkward for her opponents as possible. Her teammates could tell that she had mentally transcended into that zen state of mind that cricketers and baseballers call being ‘in the zone’. She could sense that they were giving her space to work her magic.
In what seemed like no time the Riverside girls had raced out to a ten-point lead. Millie saved her teammates again, leaping low to get under a lob that had beaten her teammates, allowing Val to set and Lara to jam it back.
Millie had been playing almost like in a trance, but now the spell was broken as she landed roughly on the ground. As she impacted the lacquered wooden boards she felt her bladder contract painfully, but fortunately nothing came out. With wide eyes she realised she was getting close to her limits. Just moving around was getting harder and harder.
In any case, the City School girls were rattled by her determination and they fumbled the return. Izzy helped Millie up while Lara and Val exchanged high fives.
‘You should see the look on his face right now!’ quipped Izzy, staring back over her shoulder at the bleachers.
Alex! Millie hadn’t noticed her discomfort before, but now that she remembered he was there watching so closely, she couldn’t put it out of her mind now. Suddenly she felt a bucketload of nerves. A terrible anxiety washed over her as she began to imagine herself standing there wetting herself, right there, right then, in full, unmistakable view of all her teammates, the other girls, the refs, and her green-eyed idol.
She gasped. This time she was sure she felt a squirt go into her shorts. But the moment passed, and she crouched down onto her haunches and panted. Frantically she glanced down to see if there was a wet spot on her crotch, but her navy shorts didn’t seem to show anything.
She felt a hand on her knee.
‘You alright?’ asked Izzy, crouching down next to her with some concern on her face.
Millie looked up at her ashen-faced.
‘Millie? What’s wrong?’ demanded Izzy, looking very worried now, ‘Did you hurt yourself?’
Millie shook her head. The panic was subsiding and the urge to pee subsided with it.
In any case, she glanced back to the sideline hopefully to see if Mary was feeling better. But she realised with surprise that both Alex and Mary were nowhere to be seen.
By now the other girls had noticed Millie’s knock.
‘You can go off, you know,’ said Lara, reading her mind. ‘We’ll be alright. We won’t drop an eleven-point lead.’
Millie looked longingly at the seat where Mary had been sitting. Could they manage without her? She looked over towards the door when she finally spotted Alex and realised he was striding over to the girls from the other side of the hall to see what had happened. For a moment she was confused. Why had he left the hall during the match? And where was Mary?
But in seconds her confusion gave way to a frightening realisation that if she actually did have a wet patch on her shorts Alex might see it if he got close enough. She’d die if that happened, so she made an instant decision to get back on her feet.
‘I’m okay! I’m okay,’ she assured her teammates who’d clustered around her, ‘I just got a bit winded, that’s all.’
As she’d hoped, Alex stopped when he saw her upright again jogging on the spot like a boxer who’d just been knocked down. He raised one elegant eyebrow and stood on the spot for a moment wondering whether he ought to check up on her anyway. To Millie’s relief, he eventually shrugged and moved back to the bleachers.
‘You really sure about this, babe?’ asked Izzy doubtfully, knowing her friend well enough to know when she was putting on a façade.
‘I’m fine! I’m fine!’ replied Millie, hoping that enough repetition would make it true. ‘Let’s play!’
Millie marvelled at how much her need to pee had receded, and now she felt very confident she’d make it through the rest of the game. After the next couple of points, she subtly checked out her crotch and was dismayed to see that there definitely was a small patch that looked a little darker than the rest of the navy.
In light of this discovery, Millie became very self-conscious. Lara and Val were both behind her and they must surely be able to see the wet patch on her shorts. She doubtfully wondered to herself whether she could pass it off as sweat. But why did volleyball have to have these stupid close-fitting shorts, anyway?
Being a late bloomer, Millie had always been a bit insecure about her body. Her boobs had developed, but not quite like some of her classmates’ had. And her insecurity about this had translated into a general diffidence about her body in general. Alex must have been getting an eyeful of my fat butt all day in these stupid pants, she thought to herself miserably. He must think I’m such a loser.
These negative mantras filled up her head with useless self-criticism making it impossible to fully focus on the game. Unfortunately for Millie, there was still a game going on, and when her distraction blinded her to a ball that had been spiked into her midriff she was sent sprawling backwards.
The impact winded her and immediately brought tears to her eyes as she fell backwards onto her ass, sliding a little backwards along the lacquered floor. When she came to a stop, she immediately bent forward and pulled her knees up, clutching her abdomen and rocking backwards and forwards in pain.
Her teammates were already around her, she could feel herself being supported from behind. Somebody asked her where she was hurt and when she tried to answer she realised she was crying.
‘M-M-My tummy,’ stammered Millie, sobbing between gasps of air. The ball had hit just above her navel and the impact zone felt like it was on fire. She could hear one of The City girls kneeling next to her and crying herself, apologising repeatedly and profusely as if she had been to blame for Millie’s lack of attention.
Millie was shaking now, but she was beginning to get her breath back.
‘Millie! Millie! Are you okay?’
Alex had finally reached them, and was rummaging through a duffel bag he’d brought with him.
With her heartthrob having arrived, Millie stubbornly resolved to stop crying and try to be strong. She was still sobbing a bit, but she forced a smile.
‘R-right as rain, c-coach,’ she lied pathetically, a stupid grin plastered across her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Alex looked at her and shook his head.
‘Give me a hand getting her over to the bleachers,’ Alex commanded to one of the girls.
Millie felt whoever had been supporting her back shift to get an arm under her other shoulder, and Alex and her as yet unidentified teammate helped her walk off the court to the plastic chairs.
As they passed through the little pods of shocked faces whispering to each other, Millie turned her head to see Izzy supporting her from her left side.
‘Told you you should have gone off, you idiot,’ scolded Izzy.
Millie chuckled in spite of herself. She wasn’t crying anymore, but she could still feel the adrenaline rushing as they turned her around and dumped her into the plastic seat.
‘We’ll be right from here, Izzy. Get the match going again,’ Alex advised the other girl.
‘One sec, coach,’ Izzy leaned down and gave Millie a hug and an encouraging peck on the cheek, ‘Thanks for winning us the match today, Millie,’ she whispered in her ear. ‘I’ll be right back, stay strong, girl.’
Izzy returned to the court as Alex pulled an aerosol can out of his bag and inspected the rear label for a few seconds. After being satisfied with the directions he turned back to Millie.
‘Millie, I’m going to need you to lift up your shirt so I can put this on,’ Alex asked patiently.
Millie complied, though in doing so she couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t quite how she’d imagined undressing herself in front of him for the first time.
As she rolled her shirt up to just below her bra, she heard an intake of breath.
‘Ouch. You’re gonna have quite a bruise, Millie,’ said Alex with a wince.
Millie looked down and saw the welts that formed a big imprint of the Wilson volleyball that had bowled her over. Alex started shaking the aerosol can.
‘Wait, a second,’ she realised, ‘is that can-…’
And then she flinched as Alex used the spray on the affected area. The icy mist both stung and tickled. It felt like it was freezing and burning at the same time. And as he moved it backwards and forth over the area, she couldn’t help but twist, and wince, and giggle. And then to her horror she realised she was peeing in spurts.
‘Coach. Coach! Stop! Coach! Alex! Stop! Alex! Please!’ Millie begged as she squirmed.
He did stop.
‘Millie, if I don’t get this on it’s going to be worse,’ Alex reasoned with her, ‘I know it’s uncomfortable, but we need to stop the swelling.’
Millie didn’t know what to do. She was certain that if he started again she would completely lose control and flood her chair, probably getting piss all over his hands in the process. But she hadn’t the faintest idea where the bathrooms were in the building and she realised she probably wouldn’t make it even twenty metres anyway.
She burst into tears again.
‘Millie! Oh, Millie…’ Alex put the can down on the concrete floor. He sat down in the seat next to her and put his arm around her shoulder allowing her to lean into him. She cried into his shoulder for a few seconds while he held her as comfortingly as he could manage. Eventually she managed to compose herself.
‘P-p-please d-don’t use that th-thing on me again!’ she spluttered.
‘It will make it better, Millie,’ Alex promised, ‘I know it feels terrible now, but it will help, I promise you.’
‘But… I…’ Millie struggled to find an excuse to dissuade him, but she couldn’t think of anything. And to make things worse, her need to pee was intensifying by the second.
As she wiggled her legs uncomfortably, Alex looked down and finally put two and two together.
‘Oh, Millie,’ he said sadly, ‘Why didn’t you ask to go earlier?’
She looked up at him in horror, desperately hoping he was referring to something other than the terrible thing she didn’t want him to know about.
‘Wh-What do you m-mean…’
Alex didn’t reply straight away. He could see the wet patch on her shorts and the little puddle between her thighs on the plastic seat she was sitting in.
‘We’re going to have to get this spray on, Millie,’ Alex insisted. ‘And…’
He glanced back over his shoulder. The match had resumed and was down to the last few points. Nobody would be looking this way for a few minutes. He turned back to Millie.
‘I can keep a secret if you can,’ he whispered.
And now Millie knew for sure. Alex knew. And she knew that he knew. And she also knew that this plan he’d come up with was probably her only way out. But he was going to know!
She looked up and realised Alex was crouching in front of her, waiting patiently. She could say no. But what else was she going to do? Her urge was getting worse, she knew it’d be on her in seconds.
She finally met his gaze.
‘I’m going to pee my pants,’ she confessed tearfully, as if he didn’t already know. But it felt important to have the words pass through her lips.
‘I know.’
‘You- You won’t tell anyone will you?’ Millie pleaded desperately.
Alex shook his head.
‘You promise?!’
‘Pinky promise,’ he said smiling, and held up his right hand with pinky finger symbolically extended.
She giggled in spite of herself, but then the smile was gone.
‘You must think I’m such a loser,’ croaked Millie, feeling certain that this would mar her forever in his eyes. ‘I… I liked you so much!’ she confessed painfully, hiding her face in her hands.
Alex hugged her again, and when he pulled back to speak to her again he gently but firmly pulled her hands away from her face and held them in her lap. She turned her face to the side, unable to meet his eyes. He could see she was really juggling her legs now.
‘You’re not a loser,’ he declared, ‘You know, in five years coaching volleyball, I don’t remember seeing somebody who was more of a winner. You gave your all out there for your teammates. Maybe you gave a bit too much. That’s why you’re here now. But I’m here with you, too. And I wish you didn’t hate yourself so much, because I certainly don’t.’
Millie still wouldn’t look at Alex. She looked at the floor, at the bags strewn across the ground, at the water bottles, at just about anything else. But his stillness eventually drew her gaze back to him. He was just kneeling there calmly, holding her hand.
And then the urge to pee was back, and she knew this time she wouldn’t be able to hold it. Frantically she pulled her hands away from him and buried them in her crotch.
‘No, no, no, nonononono!’
She felt a long spurt wet her pants again. And another. And another. The dam was bursting. With tears in her eyes she looked up at Alex pleadingly, and he suddenly knew exactly what to do.
He took off his jacket and draped it over the confused girl’s quivering thighs.
‘Our secret,’ Alex said again. ‘Double pinky promise?’
He half-jokingly held out both hands with pinkies extended, and to his surprise she reached out and grabbed them, holding them tightly in her lap over his jacket, so firmly he thought she would never let go.
Then Millie sighed and at long last she gave up the good fight. As she relaxed, what had been spurts became a stream. A powerful, hissing stream as she felt liquid and heat swirling between her thighs. The warmth spread under her curvy bum and soaked everything down there as she gave in and completely pissed her navy volleyball shorts. She could hear the urine trickling off the front of her seat, and then flooding the back to the extent that it began cascading over the sides.
On and on she peed, relief mingling with humiliation as she realised that not only was she totally wetting herself in front of this unfairly attractive guy, but that the extent to which she had flooded herself would be impossible to hide from anyone who looked over now, or who came over when the match was over. But it was far too late to stop anything now.
She finally opened her eyes and blinked with tears blurring her vision. Alex was still there in front of her, and she realised he was obstructing her view of the match – and therefore the match’s view of her. Her pee puddle had reached his shoes a good twenty seconds ago, but still he didn’t move or even let go of her hands. She couldn’t believe that she was still peeing, but finally the stream started to slow. The trickling from plastic onto concrete began to slow, and she looked down to inspect the damage before remembering that Alex had laid his coat across her lap. If his body hadn’t shielded her from view, the now sodden coat would have done the rest.
Alex finally let go of her hands, and hearing the trickles slow to a stop, he gently lifted his coat up and tossed it aside on the ground.
Millie couldn’t believe her eyes. Her shorts were soaked top to bottom. She could understand why her butt was soaked to the skin, but even the top side of her pants barely had a dry spot. The seat meanwhile was topped to the brim with her piss, and the puddle beneath her was a lake almost two metres in diameter.
Millie was stunned. She couldn’t believe she pissed so much, and she looked up at the volleyball court. In horror, she realised that the two teams were shaking hands and Izzy was already on the way back, skipping in apparent delight at the result. In despair, Millie realised that there was no escape.
‘CONGRATULATIONS, NOOBIE!’ Millie heard Alex shout behind her, and she turned in confusion just in time to see the contents and the interior of the Gatorade cooler being dumped on her head.
She heard laughter coming from the volleyball court.
‘Hey, no fair! You promised I’d get to be the one to dunk her, coach!’ Izzy shouted indignantly.
‘Well, she’s been a little trooper with that ice spray,’ Millie heard Alex explaining, ‘Thought she could use some warming up!’
Millie raged inside the barrel even as the last few squirts of pee escaped into the amalgamated puddle unseen, but even as she heard her teammates laughing at her she felt the butterflies return stronger than ever. Alex had gotten her out of it. And he said… He said he didn’t hate her!
Then maybe…
She felt the barrel being pulled off her head, and a grinning Izzy sat down in the equally soaked seat next to Millie while Val grabbed her head and gave her a noogie as she walked past to her own bag.
‘How ya feeling, hero?’ Izzy asked, holding up an empty water bottle to her lips like a microphone, ‘Have any nice words for our sponsors Gatorade today?’ She added sarcastically, prodding the empty barrel with her toe.
Alex walked past and grabbed the make-believe microphone off Izzy.
‘Actually, I think she looks a bit pissed, Izzy,’ remarked Alex, watching as Millie laughed at the terrible joke - partly out of sheer relief, partly because she wanted to kill him.
‘Give that back! Woman of the match before coaches, you know that!’ roared Izzy, snatching the bottle back. ‘Anyway,’ she said turning back to Millie, ‘What have you got to be pissed about? It’s just Gatorade.’
‘Uh, I guess,’ replied Millie, glancing downwards at the giant puddle on the soaked concrete and sharing a look with Alex.
Izzy glanced around at the liquid destruction on the concrete around her. She wasn’t stupid, and she realised now that there was a little more liquid concentrated around Millie than there probably ought to have been.
‘Hmmm,’ she said impassively, ‘And what flavour was that Gatorade, coach?’
‘Well, that’s our secret, Iz,’ Alex affirmed nonchalantly.
‘Ha! I’ll bet it was,’ Izzy conceded. ‘Come on, Millie. Let’s go get you changed before the bus gets here. Say… there’s an awful lot of ‘Gatorade’ on your seat, isn’t there? Ouch!’
‘Sorry, Izzy, didn’t mean to step on your foot there!’ said Alex cheerfully.
‘You’ll get yours,’ growled Izzy in response. ‘It’d better be a bloody good pizza!’
Edited January 30, 2019 by desertfc
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Something I wrote over the course of a few hours on my phone, based on a real day I had a few months ago. I know some people on here might enjoy it :3
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{Note: this is based off some real experiences from recently, but not an exact retelling. I added some elements to make the story more fun.}
I woke up late. Again. I opened my eyes to see my alarm clock had been snoozed multiple times. I sat bolt upright, swearing to myself. I grabbed a towel and ran to the bathroom, turning on the shower. While internally swearing at myself, I washed my fur while trimming my maw to hide my more masculine features. As soon as I was done, I hopped out of the shower and began drying off and applying a rough but effective layer of foundation to further assert my femininity and ease my dysphoria and distress at my reflection.
As I stood in the mirror, trying hard not to look at my face too much, I did take a moment to look at my bare chest. I felt it, the budding curves. Barely an A cup, but enough to notice. Even though I was in a rush, I took a second to admire them. Although my chest fur was still a little thick, it was still there. I snapped out of it and ran to my room to struggle my way in to my outfit.
Fighting my way in to a white bra and pink panties, I turned on the morning news. Politics that upset me, news that was bad, some fluff piece that made me feel better about life, then a weather forecast of heavy rain for the whole day. By the time it was done, I was wearing a rose-colored t shirt with a light denim jacket, and a long black jean skirt, which covered my knee-high socks, and almost went down to the floor to hide my sneakers.
I ran out the door without so much as thinking about breakfast. Half way there, it struck me that I did not eat anything, even though I did not feel hungry. So, I compromised, stopping at a gas station along the way, and grabbing myself two large water bottles and the largest iced coffee they had. Then I made my way to school.
Before I even got in to class, the iced coffee and half a water bottle had been consumed. Over the course of the next hour and a half. I slowly drank the water bottle, occasionally answering open questions by the professor to ensure that class participation grade. It was just a review on the Hellenistic age, something I have gone over many times.
By the time class was finished, my bladder started to feel comfortably full. Not at all urgent, but enough it was on my mind. I then realized I had not gone before leaving for class, and not since the middle of the night. So, on my way out the building, I stopped at the gender-neutral restroom on this side of the building. Not wanting to risk any unnecessary conflict, being I was still not passing, nor legally female, I avoided using gendered bathrooms. However, when I knocked, I unfortunately found someone to be inside. I waited a few minutes, but it was clear they would be a while, so I had to leave. I had too much to do to wait around.
Walking outside, I noticed it had become an absolute downpour, drenching me in moments before I got back to my car, turning on the heat to dry off. Thinking it would be faster to use the highway to get to the mall plaza, so I could get my errands done. And as I pulled in to the highway, I realized my mistake.
Construction. So much construction. Every other road always had construction around me, and yet nothing got done. So, instead of taking a fast 15-minute drive to the mall, it was almost another hour of driving at a snail pace. Meanwhile, I finished off the second water bottle without considering my bladder, regretting it as I felt the need to go set in as I finally hit my exit.
It took another ten minutes navigating through crowded streets and the full parking lot of the mall before I could get out of my car and stand up, spending a minute to regain my composure before walking in to the department store. There were two restrooms near the entrance, but they were both gendered, and multi stalled. I was very tempted to use one, but I knew I would be putting myself in danger no matter which one I chose to use, so I moved on.
I made my way to the pharmacy inside the store, waiting in line behind a few other people, so I could get my prescription filled for my hormones. I was occasionally shifting my weight from foot to foot, hoping the skirt would keep my slight leg movements hidden from the others. It was, thankfully, a short wait, and soon I was up at the counter, the pharmacist giving me the usual uninterested, scripted dialogue, getting me my estrogen patches, and the testosterone blockers, the same two drugs that were allowing my chest to grow and my body to become feminine.
As I was walking away, I noticed something I had not seen before. There was a gender-neutral restroom near the pharmacy. I headed towards it, but another woman came around the corner and went in before I could reach it. She was holding one baby fur in her arm, dragging a young cub behind her, both diapered, likely in need of a change. They probably needed it more anyway, but I knew a diaper change would take quite a while, so I went off to do my grocery shopping.
As I checked various food items off my list, I became increasingly desperate, stopping occasionally to lean on my cart and shift my legs, trying to focus on the task at hand. Overhead, the muffled sound of heavy rain reminded me both of the rain outside and my now overfilled bladder.
I felt the constant pressure in my bladder, overfilled and begging me to release it. I had to keep holding it, I did not have any other choice. Finally, I got in line, waiting in the one long queue with ten other registers opened. I could not be mad at the cashier for taking so long. They were doing their best. It was the fault of the company for hiring the bare minimum and expecting one fur to do the work of ten.
But all I could think of was, if I do not get out of here soon, there is going to be a puddle at register one. I barely registered when it was my turn, slightly fidgeting as they scanned the food and bagged them up. The total was higher than I would like, but I swiped my card. But of course, it was a chip reader, which refused to read it after three insertions, so I had to swipe again anyway, holding up the line, and myself.
Finally. With my hormones and my groceries, I could go home. I loaded up my car hastily and peeled out of the lot a little faster than I would normally, being a safe and paranoid driver. But I needed to get home badly. The traffic was slow again, my drive home a constant struggle of shifting focus between holding my bladder and concentrating on the road.
A third of the way home, I stopped a little too hard because of a car that peeled out of a convenience store parking lot too fast with no indication. The sudden stop caused me to bend forward, pressing my body hard on my bladder, making me moan out loud, and whine as I felt myself leak. I stopped myself, but not before I felt a few drops leak out, the tip of my length poking up against a tiny wet spot.
I could not wait any longer. I had to go right now! I pulled in to the convenience store, parking a little crooked and jumping out of my car, speed walking through the door, right to the restrooms. To my absolute horror, they were, of course, gendered. I thought to myself for a second, and was about to enter the womens room, when the cashier called over from the counter.
"HEY! THAT IS THE WRONG BATHROOM!" This was it. The confrontation I was afraid of. I turned to see a huge, overweight bear behind the counter. He could easily make things violent, and since this was not a corporately owned store, he had no corporate code of politeness to fear.
I turned to face him. "B-but, I am a girl." I tried to keep my voice high and feminine, but it did not work.
"Oh, really? And what does it say on your license?"
"Okay, I will use the mens room."
"Bathroom is for customers only, SIR." That stung me more than I can possibly explain. With all the did you just assume my gender? jokes online, cis furs do not get how painful it is to be purposefully misidentified as a means to insult and demonize you.
"Okay, I will buy something when I am done, promise!"
He picked up the phone at the counter. "If you do not leave right now, I will call the cops on you! Get your queer ass the fuck out of my store right now!"
Afraid, I ran out the front door, and in to the car, shaking in a mix of panic and desperation, my keys jingling as I tried to start my car, pulling out of the store lot as fast as I could. My bladder was still overfilled, but the adrenaline placed the thought of getting far from that store as fast as possible on the top of my mind.
I made my way home, not wanting to even dare pull over at any stores any more. The only bathroom I knew was safe was the one at home. I was near bursting when I finally pulled in to my road, whining, squirming as much as my seat belt would let me, blinking away tears as the pressure overwhelmed me. I pulled in to the driveway quickly, a little crooked, and turned the car off.
I did not bother with the groceries. I did not bother with my medicine. I just grabbed my keys and ran through the pouring rain to the front door. I was squirming and whining in front of my door, trying to line up the key with the hole, when I felt my bladder give way, a slight stream of pee escaping from my length. I dropped my keys, and brought both hands to between my legs, grabbing myself through the thick jean skirt.
I tried hard to hold back, only stopping myself for a second, before my throbbing bladder forced out a quick stream with every pulse. I was so close. I could not give up. Not now. The warmth soaked through my skirt front a tiny bit, and finally, I gave in.
I let out a long sigh of relief, leaning against the railing by the door, letting my overfilled bladder drain out under me, soaking me and marking my scent on the concrete steps in front of the door. I moaned softly, small waves of pleasure going through me as I finally got the relief my body demanded of me. I leaned back a bit, sighing, fully relaxed.
It felt like an eternity before my flow finally stopped. I leaned back, letting the rain pour over me for a while, washing away my foundation, my primer, and my shame. It felt so good, to finally get the relief I deserved, the relief I had been denied all day, by my own fear, and by the culture of fear around me.
When I finally came to my senses, I went back to the car to grab my bags, heading inside. Once I had put away my groceries and taken another shower, I thought about leaving a few choice words online about that store, accompanied by a one-star review. |
Samus fired a missile at a R.O.B. Unit and destroyed it.
The explosion that occurred from it cleared up and revealed Pikachu.
The Pokémon cheered and hopped onto Samus' shoulders.
"Looks like we're done here..." Samus said as she let go off her Arm cannon.
The bounty hunter and the electricity Pokémon then made their way to an elevator and selected a floor.
The elevator gates closed and Samus and Pikachu leaned back and relaxed.
Samus shifted a little bit.
Just 2 hours ago,She helped Pikachu break free from a generator. And one how later,she found her power suit.
She and the Pokemon have been doing nothing but fighting R.O.B. Units in those hours.
Now that she was standing still,Samus could feel how full her bladder was.
Samus was used to holding it for long periods of time. But she hasn't gotten the chance to use the ladies room since she entered the factory.
She was thinking about trying to find a bathroom,but doing that in the factory of an enemy seemed like a bad idea.
She stood upright again and prepared her arm cannon as she waited for the elevator to open.
Pikachu took a few steps towards the door and let out some electricity from his cheeks.
While Samus stood still and braced herself.
With how full her bladder was,one bad hit might be all it takes for her to let loose.
Once the elevator opened,there was a squad of R.O.B. Units standing in front of them.
One of the R.O.B. Shot a laser,But samus jumped out of the way and kicked the R.O.B. Away.
She then sweep kicked the other R.O.B.s while Pikachu shocked them with Thunder jolt.
Samus turned around and immediately ducked for an incoming missile.
She stood back upright,but could feel a slighty twinge in her bladder.
The R.O.B. Another missile.
Pikachu stopped in front of her and destroyed the missiles with electricity.
He then used quick attack to zip towards the R.O.B.
Samus stood still and tried to keep her bladder under control as she started charging up a shot.
Once the shot was fully charged,she fired it at the R.O.B. And destroyed it.
Pikachu then hopped back on Samus' shoulder,Causing her to feel another twinge in her bladder.
"Pika.....chu?"
Samus just looked at Pikachu and gave him a thumbs up.
The two then kept walking,with Samus feeling the pain in her bladder with each each step.
She decided it would be for the best if she did it in a nearby room,as she was very close to her limit.
She saw a door right next to her that seemed to lead to a storage room.
As she prepared to open the door,she was struck in the back by a missile.
Samus reached for the door and leaned against it to regain her balance.
She squeezed her legs and placed a hand between them.
Thankfully,it seems nothing managed to escape.
She turned around to see that Pikachu was approaching the R.O.B. That fired at her.
Samus hesitated for a bit and then made a dash towards the R.O.B.
Pikachu struck the R.O.B. With his tail,But the R.O.B. barely flinched and grabbed pikachu.
Pikachu started to panic as the R.O.B. prepared to shoot another missile.
However,Samus bashed the R.O.B. With her arm cannon and then blasted it with her flamethrower.
She then transformed into her morph ball form and dropped a bomb on the Unit,Causing it to explode.
Samus then got up and tried to keep her bladder under control.
She looked back and saw Pikachu cheering for her,wich made her smile briefly through the pain she was feeling.
Now being at her limit,Samus quickly entered the storage room with Pikachu.
She then shut the door as Pikachu looked around in confusion.
Samus looked at all the stuff that was in the room and then at Pikachu.
"Pikachu. Would you mind guarding the door? I need to...relieve myself..." Samus said While hesitating with the last two words.
Pikachu had a concerned look on his face,but then nodded as he walked towards the door.
Samus hid behind some of the stuff and pressed a button on her suit.
The suit then turned into a hologram and disappeared.
Now Samus was standing there in nothing but her underwear.
She then looked around one last time and pulled down her panties.
Once they were down,she squatted and relaxed.
One second later,a strong stream jetted out of her.
"Ahhhh.........."
Samus sighed with relief as all the urine she's been holding left her bladder.
Samus opened her eyes as she felt all the pressure leaving her body.
She looked down at the puddle that was slowly growing below her.
Samus smiled as she let out another sigh. She had to relieve herself often during missions,so this wasn't something new to her.
Samus could feel stream weakening until nothing but a couple of drops escaped.
She then got up and pulled her panties back up.
She didn't have anything to wipe with.But that didn't bother her that much since,again,this wasn't the first time she did this.
She then pressed a button on her watch and the hologram of her suit appeared around her.
The hologram then transformed into a real suit.
Now that Samus was back in her power suit,she came out of her hiding spot while Pikachu was standing in front of the door with electricity coming out of his cheeks.
Samus crouched down and petted Pikachu.
Pikachu cheered again and got on Samus' shoulder.
With all the pressure gone,she prepared her arm cannon and opened to storage room to see more R.O.B. Units approaching her.
She and Pikachu then jumped at them and prepared to fight them. |
Hello, gentle readers. The latest installment in the ongoing saga of Meagan, Parker -- and apparently Zephyr.
(Just now noticing this series? The latest "season" starts with "Road Trip", then proceeds through several more chapters. Earlier seasons available for trade via PM.)
So for everyone who thought the Christmas Eve story was cute and all was well with our favorite couple... *evil laughter*
Enjoy.
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I need your arms around me, I need to feel your touch
I need your understanding, I need your love so much
You tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care
But when I need you—baby, you’re never there
There is nothing more depressing than a bedraggled January, with dirty snow and crusty mud, with sneaky drips and invisible ice, with skies that were neither stormy nor sunny. Nothing more depressing—unless it was a love affair that felt like a bedraggled January.
Parker was in the middle of both.
In order to graduate, Meagan needed to take a heavy course load. In order to graduate with honors—which she’d pegged as a necessity for future scholarships—she needed to knock every one of those credits out of the park with straight A’s. She was living in the library now, at least when she wasn’t in class and she wasn’t at work. She was never home for dinner, rarely there for breakfast, since she worked late and then got up early to work out. She’d been forced to quit the Ultimate team, too—and Parker had been going less and less often himself. She made a point to see him every day at lunch—except from those days when she had to stay after a class and talk to a professor, which was often enough. She made time for him every Saturday—except when there was a paper due. Most every weekend they had a perfunctory fuck. Or a quick blow job. Or just a handie, for the days when she was really feeling rushed and “not in the mood” but “didn’t want to neglect him.”
Things had felt so right over Christmas. But over the break they hadn’t had homework, they hadn’t had classes, they hadn’t had jobs. All of that and more was waiting for them as they’d pulled into the driveway at Franklin House. All of that and more nibbled at the edges of the relationship, wearing them down. Meagan apologized at least three times a week, but couldn’t stop or take a breather.
Part of the trouble was that January has little to look forward to. The semester was already highly intense and seemed likely to stay that way. It would be a long, long time until Spring Break.
She made a point of kissing him every single day.
First you say you’re too busy
I wonder if you even miss me
There is nothing more depressing than a fading January love affair—unless it was a failing February love affair, complete with a Valentine’s Day entirely forgotten in the shuffle. That was the day Parker went home, lay down on the empty bed, and thought, I’m losing you.
That was also the day he fired up his laptop in the lonely room and went searching for what he wanted.
He found it at the website named “Female Desperation,” complete with a cartoon woman bent over and grabbing her crotch. He skimmed through the photos, stopping arrested at a few series of shots, such as a few “waiting in line” pictures, but before long he settled on the stories, and after that he was cleaning up the mess with some tissues, feeling weird in his belly.
The next day he woke up when Meagan kissed him goodbye. She didn’t notice that he’d woken up, and without a word she slipped out to go to the gym. He crawled out of bed so he’d be gone when she got back.
He went to class, and Zephyr was there.
He’d been annoyed, the first day of class, to find her beside him in the discussion. Now he was glad to see her. Zephyr-in-class was far less annoying than Zephyr-at-home; she was vastly more serious and thoughtful. There was also the advantage that she was routinely wearing all the clothes he would like, and almost never looked desperate. So in class she was just a friend, not a hassle.
Of course, now that she was much more of a friend, that was carrying over back at the house, and so they were hanging out back at Franklin rather more, too. Which Parker was less and less concerned by.
Today Zephyr looked up and smiled as he sat down. “G’morning,” she said.
“Morning.”
“What did you think of the reading for today? I kept meaning to ask you.”
“Didn’t finish.”
“Here, you can sneak a peek at my notes. But what’s on your mind?”
He shrugged.
“No, seriously. I’ve lived with you for four months now, I know when you’re off your game.”
“It’s Meagan,” he said.
“Have you two been fighting?”
“I almost wish we had been. Then we could make up. No, no fighting. No nothing, really.”
“She’s not around much, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“And that’s probably gonna keep happening, right? Especially when she’s in grad school?”
“Oh yeah.”
“That sucks, man. I’m sorry.”
Parker didn’t participate in class much that day. Instead he listened to Zephyr hold forth, trying to reconcile her savvy analysis she was dispensing with the girl too stubborn to take a piss break during Halo. This slid into a fantasy he’d been spinning lately, about driving back to Franklin House with Zephyr and Meagan desperate in the car—an attempt to ease his conscience, of course, which wasn’t working quite as well as he wanted it to. Somehow that fantasy always ended with both girls naked.
“Oof, next stop the restroom,” Zephyr said, cautiously getting up out of her seat.
That sent a little electricity running through Parker’s already half-aroused body.
“What’s that?” said the girl sitting on the other side of Zephyr.
“Long class, small bladder. Sorry, too much information…”
“Oh, I hear you. Just be glad this isn’t one of Dr. Davis’s classes. An hour and a half on Friday afternoons, and he talks so softly and so slowly. One time I had some extra coffee to try and stay awake. Bad decision. I missed half the lecture because I could barely pay attention, and finally I had to run from the room. So embarrassing!”
“Hey, girl, until you’ve wet your track shorts on the bus in front of the entire team, you’re doing just fine.”
“Ooh, that sounds terrible…”
Terrible is one word for it, Parker thought. This was a little too close to his fantasy for comfort.
“—But hey, you did track too? What was your event?”
Thank god for changes of subject.
“Pole vault,” Zephyr said.
Shit, spoke too soon. Pole vaulters are so hot…
“Oh, wow. I was a sprinter, I never had the guts to do something like that. I was scared of hurdles…”
The girls left the room, and Parker scraped himself together.
It wasn’t until he was walking back to Franklin for lunch that he realized Zephyr had, unknowingly, answered his conundrum. Why was she so smart in class and why did she get so desperate while gaming? Confidence, in both cases. Pole vaulters had to have supreme self-confidence.
And astonishing full-body fitness, too.
Fuck.
Never there
You’re never there
You’re never ever ever ever there
Meagan is driving, and Zephyr is in the passenger seat, and he’s in back watching both. Both are desperate. Zephyr is incredibly squirmy; Meagan is stone-still. Both are delightful.
“Meagan, please stop!” Zephyr wails. “I’m about to wet my panties!”
“I can’t stop, we’ve got just enough gas to get home,” Meagan says. “Just another few minutes and we’ll be at the gas station. I’ve gotta go bad too, y’know.”
But of course they hit every red light before they made it to the gas station. “Can you get the gas, hon?” Meagan says. “We’ve got to go.”
He appreciatively watches them run off, then starts pumping. But scarely has he begun when the girls come running back.
“Bathroom’s taken,” Meagan says. “We’ll have to wait and go at the house.”
Zephyr is practically writhing now, hand on her crotch, dancing in a circle. Meagan is on full lockdown but has her legs crossed. “Can we just go, hon?” Meagan asks. “We don’t need a full tank, just enough to get us back to the house.”
“Well, we’ve got a quarter-tank now.”
“Good enough. And can you drive?”
They jump in, both girls looking absolutely frantic. Parker guides the car over to the exit, and then has to wait for the light to turn (Zephyr whimpering in the back seat) and then finally makes the turn. Fortunately Franklin House is not far; once the light was green, they are there inside a minute. The girls leap out of the car, fumble with the door, and go dashing upstairs. Parker follows more slowly. To his amazement both are still outside the bathroom, both clearly still desperate.
“Someone’s taking a shower in both bathrooms…” Meagan says.
“I gotta pee so bad!” Zephyr whines.
“Come on, we can wait in our room,” Meagan says. All three of them step in.
Zephyr is doing an insanely frantic pee-dance—and pulls off her shirt. Naturally she isn’t wearing a bra. “I’m so hot,” she says.
“Me too, hon. I wish I could do what you do and just go topless,” Meagan says.
“Just go ahead and do it! We’ve all seen you…”
Needing no further prompting, Meagan strips off her own shirt. She, too, is not wearing a bra.
“Oh, wow,” Zephyr says. “I gotta pee so bad—but I just have to touch your boobs, Meagan. They’re so lovely. Is that okay?”
“You can touch mine if I can touch yours.”
So both girls are feeling each other up now.
“Aaaah, I’m about to piss myself—but I’m kinda getting turned on!”
“Me too. Mmmm. I like it when you touch me there…”
“I’m gonna take off my shorts.”
“Good idea, I don’t want to piss in mine.”
Both Meagan and Zephyr strip naked, hands clutching their pussies. “I’m about to explode!” Zephyr squeals.
“Here, let me help,” Meagan says, putting one hand on Zephyr’s crotch and one on her own. She starts to finger herself—and Zephyr too. Parker, watching, pulls out his hard-on and begins jacking off.
“Aww, fuck, I’m about to piss,” Meagan moans. “Parker, I need you in me!”
“Me too!” Zephyr says.
Parker steps over to slip into Meagan’s desperately-tight vagina.
“I want you next, Parker,” Zephyr says. “Oh no, I can’t hold it…!”
“Whew, what a gusher,” Meagan said as Parker came in her hand.
He lay back, panting. She was lying next to him, fully clothed, looking exhausted but triumphant at the success of her hand job.
“That worked,” she said. “I don’t know what I did differently that time, but it really worked.”
He said nothing. After all, what could he have said? In mute apology to her (without her knowing what he was doing), he reached for her.
“Not tonight, hon,” she said—mumbled, really. She was half-asleep already. “M’be tmmrrw…”
Take the time to get to know me
If you want me, why can’t you just show me?
We’re always on this roller coaster
If you want me, why can’t you get closer?
“I’m so hot,” Zephyr says, pulling off her shirt.
“Me too, hon. I wish I could do what you do and just go topless,” Meagan says.
“Just go ahead and do it! We’ve all seen you…”
Needing no further prompting, Meagan strips off her own shirt. She, too, is not wearing a bra.
Just then Dacy comes in. “Hey, what are you all doing?”
“We both really really need to pee!” Zephyr said, excitedly. “And it’s making me hot so I took my shirt off. Join us!”
“Well—honestly, I am a little jealous of you. But Parker’s right there.”
“I’ve seen it all before,” he says suavely, glossing over just when and where and how he’d done so. “Go right ahead.”
“Okay, then!” And she strips off her dress. Since she is wearing nothing but a thong underneath, her huge breasts spill out wild and free.
“Oh, wow,” Zephyr says. “I gotta pee so bad—but I just have to touch your boobs, Dacy. They’re so lovely. Is that okay?”
Wait. Why stop there?
[rewinding noise goes here]
Dacy is driving, and Zephyr is in the passenger seat, and he’s in back with Meagan watching all three. All three girls are desperate. Zephyr and Dacy are incredibly squirmy; Meagan is stone-still. All are delightful. He can’t wait to see Dacy naked, with her hands on her pussy… in fact…
[fast-forward]
“Fuck, fuck, I’m about to piss myself,” Dacy says. She’s got both hands on her pussy, pushing up her astonishing breasts with her arms.
“It’s okay for you, you’re just in a thong,” Meagan says. “If you peed right now, you might just plain miss your underwear.”
“Well, take yours off, then!”
“Dacy, I am about to explode all over the floor—but I just have to touch your boobs, Dacy, they’re so lovely…”
No, I want to play it out all the way.
[rewind (again)]
All three girls are running to the bathroom at the gas station. But he knows that they won’t be able to use it, that there’s someone in there. The gas starts pumping, but his eyes never leave the gas station door. All three come running back. Slow-motion, now:
Zephyr clutching herself with one hand as she runs, panic in her eyes.
Dacy looking just as panicked, but the real appeal here is her breasts bouncing all over the place (after all, later on she’ll be topless just by taking off her dress, so she must be braless now) and her short dress nearly flashing her tiny underwear at Parker with every stride.
Meagan looking determined, but with that Yeah, I know you think this is hot look in her eyes. In fact, she looks down at his hard-on and licks her lips, knowing what’s to come…
Parker came again, alone in the dark of their room. It was a pitiful climax for all that build-up. He stayed kneeling on the bed, his spunk soaking through the tissue and dripping onto the sheets. Then he deliberately banged his head against the wall—once, twice—and half-gasped, half-snarled.
What the fuck am I doing?
What the fuck are we doing? Doing to each other?
I’m losing you…
...and you’re losing me.
Never there
You’re never there
You’re never ever ever—
Edited February 1, 2019 by Weasel
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Hello fans, This is my first attempt in writing a story. It’s become long, but in omo stories each detail take its emotional and erotic charge. English is not my native language, so please be excused for some mistakes. I hope you enjoy it!
After successfully passed a severe university exam, my girlfriend Jane and I spent time together all the afternoon in the city center. It was time to go home and went to the car, when Jane’s mother phoned. She asked to pick her up with us on the way home. Danielle, Jane’s mother, worked as a real estate agent and had a lot of appointments in different parts of the city. She was a 40 years old nice looking woman. We have already known each other and I got along well with her.
Jane and I arrived at the place we had to take Danielle. It was a massive house where she probably had an appointment with clients. Apparently, they were making final discussions and Danielle make us a gesture to wait for a while. I immediately saw how much attractive Danielle was looked today. She was smartly dressed as usual her job required. Today, she was in a fairly short tight skirt with a mid-thigh length, a beige pantyhose and high heels shoes. I must confess she looked so sexy today. We both with Jane were staying in the car, chatting and waiting until her mom finished the conversation. Shortly after, I noticed some suspicious movements, while Danielle talking with the clients. She made some subtle movements of her legs and high-heels, just slightly noticeable. But, for an experienced desperation observer like me, I guessed what might have been. Their conversation was going on and on, maybe about ten minutes and I discreetly followed her posture and movements. Towards the end it became more apparent, that she couldn’t stay still. A few times she slightly bent the legs and paced on the spot. But if you don’t know you would think, that she was excited or nervous. Finally, the conversation seemed to be at the end and Danielle headed to our car, when one of the clients asked her again for something. She stopped and now she bent one leg quite noticeable. After a moment she tried to stand in normal posture, but obviously it cost a lot of efforts for her to stay still. It was more than visible, that she had to pee and not only did I note this. All of a sudden Jane said:
- My mom has to pee badly!
I didn’t expect such open comment from Jane. Her words accelerated my excitement, but I tried to look indifferent.
- Do you think so? Maybe she feels cold – I said.
- No, it’s not from cold. I see, how she is holding it... – flatly said Jane.
- Perhaps, the meeting has been very long – I carefully tried to unfold the topic. Then
Jane, who had no idea about my interests, explained me that this is a common situation for her mother. Her job is related with many appointments, out of the office in different parts of the city. And sometimes on the way back she is dying to pee. I listened that, seemed indifferently, but in fact my pulse jumped. Actually, I was aware that she had involved on such situations. When I visited Jane, a few times I’ve seen Danielle coming home and did a quick dash to the toilet. I have also heard she admitted when she had to go, so she isn’t too shy about it, when she was among familiar people. Once I overheard a dialog between Danielle and Jane where Danielle complained how badly she had to pee on her way home. I didn’t catch a lot of details, but realized that she was close to an accident, so it was really turned me on.
Now, Jane reminded me, we had to take some shipment on our way home and she hoped her mother would not be in a hurry, seeing her predicament. In that moment Danielle got away from clients, quickly got into the car and we set off. On first few minutes, Danielle talked something about her work and didn’t give any word about her bladder state. Soon my girlfriend informed that she had a shipment to receive, so we had to stop at the courier’s warehouse.
- Is it so necessary to take it right now? – asked Danielle
- Are you in a hurry? - Jane asked, guessing her predicament.
- Yes, I’m in a hurry... I really have to go to the toilet – admitted directly Danielle
- How much urgent is it?
- It’s urgent enough... Better don’t ask me. I’ve been out of the office from lunch and also drank a coffee. So, you can guess how much I have to go.
Jane complained that we were also in a similar condition, although I guessed her mother had been in more urgently state than us. Somehow she managed to convince her that it will take only a short time if we go through there, so Danielle agreed. Then, we continued talking on a regular dialog. I kept looking at her from time to time in the mirror, but didn’t catch any suspicious behavior. After about fifteen minutes we reached that warehouse of the courier services. Jane jumped out of the car, instructed by her mother to be as quick as possible.
- Hurry up, please. I really have to pee – Danielle said seriously.
The using of the word pee from Danielle attracted my imagination even more. We left alone with her in the car. I turned back to look at her while we were talking. Regardless of her condition, she was very smiling and talkative. In this position, I involuntarily saw her legs, in beige pantyhose. She kept her legs tight squeezed at the knees. In that sitting position her short skirt was raised up revealing a nice view of the thighs. It was stretched over the legs, forming a big triangle gap between thighs and skirt, so I had a well upskirt view. I noticed how her legs fidgeted from time to time and the skirt rose up, so the upskirt view is opened wider, but it was difficult to see her knicker from my angle. Of course, it wasn’t suitable to peek there, so I only did a quick glance when she looked away.
After 10 minutes of waiting, Danielle became nervous. Suddenly, she did a quick visible movement, rising one leg over the other and gasped:
- What she is doing there? I really have to go! – She complained.
I called Jane to check how long time we are going to wait. And she answered that it will take about five to ten minutes more. There was a little queue. Finally, I noticed that Danielle already fidgeted on the seat constantly. She put her handbag on her lap and put a hand underneath, looked very nervous and worried what to do now. She definitely did not hide anymore her predicament and openly talked to me and showing by her body language that the situation become very urgent.
- Do you know if there is a toilet nearby? I really have to pee now!
- I saw, there is a cafe outside on the road. There should have a toilet. Do you want to go?
- If it is not far away…
- No, It’s just outside on the road.
- Let’s go in a hurry, please. I couldn’t manage to hold it until home.
Danielle quickly got out of the car and headed to the exit of the yard. She walked in front of me quite fast. When she reached the main road she stopped, and bent one leg at the knee and looked around.
- Where is this cafe? - she asked, looking confused.
- It’s over there, on the left site in about 100 meters.
We crossed the road, walked to that café and I saw that Danielle almost running.
- I hope there is a toilet, I barely hold it… - she complained.
- I hope so. I also need it… I hope it works at all as it looks quite empty – I noticed that there wasn’t anybody around it.
- Oh please, do nоt joke! It must work! I’m going to pee myself!
When we reached, my suspicious were confirmed. The café was a small hut, but it looked closed for a long time
- Oh no! What can I do now? I really couldn’t hold it anymore! - Danielle was totally confused.
She walked back and forth for a while in front of the café, looked in both sides of the hut, obviously to find some privacy spot around the hut. But on both sides there was a fence and there was no way to go behind it.
- Please, tell me, where can I go? – she asked already in panic and suddenly stopped on the spot, slightly bent at over a waist, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She looked incredible sexy in this position. Her butt was outlined perfectly in this tight mini skirt. When she stood on one leg, the skirt was so stretched, so the short slit behind was wide opened and looked like it get ripped.
Unfortunately, it was an industrial area without any public buildings around. By the road there was only a metal fence and some parked cars. There was not so crowded, mainly cars were passing, but there is no any suitable spot, where she could secluded. There was a parked car nearby and seemed there were no people around, so I suggested her to squat quickly there, thinking that she would not agree. For my surprise, she instantly looked over there and went close to the car. It was obvious that the car cannot hide her tightly, but she had no other choice. She really barely was holding it. I tactfully moved myself from that side where she was and turned my eyes in another direction, to leave her a bit secluded. But she asked me whether she is being visible, so I had to turn back to her. Actually, she was quite visible from my side, but I assured, that she will not be visible in squat position. She was already holding her skirt, in ready to lift it. For bad luck, right at that moment a workman was appeared from the opposite site and even looked at us from a distance. Danielle immediately dropped her skirt and stepped back. She rejected to do it here and told me to go quickly somewhere ahead.
We continued walking by the road, but she seemed very desperate, walked in quick steps almost running. A little further ahead there was an empty field with trees. I encouraged her to suffer until there, where she could slip between the trees. She said nothing about that and seemed very worried. After a while she said quietly:
- I don’t think I can hold it till there. I’m going to pee myself... – she said that almost whispering and I saw how she pressed her hand around the groin.
We just passed by a parked pick-up, when she abruptly stopped. She took a quick look back and forth and quickly slipped in the gap between this pick-up and the next parked car. Simultaneously she was lifting up the skirt, revealing her white lace knickers under the beige pantyhose. My presence did not seem to disturb her at all. She stood in a semi crouched position, grabbed herself in a crotch area directly through the pantyhose.
- I’m going to pee here! – she said, in a very desperate bending position.
She asked me to take her handbag, just at the moment I thought I might go away. It took, maybe five to ten seconds, while she tried to find a tissue into the bag, making a pee dance, with a skirt raised on her waist, repeating that she would pee herself. It was very difficult for me trying not to star at her lower part. I really worried that the pee stream would started to run in any moment, but she somehow managed to regain control. She gave me the bag and asked me to kept look an eye outside if someone is coming. I had nothing else but to turn around. The last thing I saw it was how she lifted the skirt to the top of pantyhose and prepared to pull it down.
Just a moment later, when I turned back, I heard a loud sound of a hard pee stream! I was positioned in front of the gap, blocking the view from the passing cars. She was peeing very long time, for about a minute. I only listened and imagined what was happen, just behind me. I looked on the left and right sides, trying to catch something with peripheral vision, but all I could manage to see was only her silhouette in a very low squatted position. I didn’t take courage to take a look for a second, although I considered. At first place, I had to behave like a gentleman, I thought.
After almost a minute the stream sound was decreased and stopped. I’m hearing how she was rolling up the knickers and pantyhose. Then, she said that her shoes were all wet, so she needed some more tissues. I turned to give her the bag and caught her while she was stretching the pantyhose, still with lifted skit. I glanced at her knickers and pantyhose around crotch area, to see if there were any stains of leakage, but I couldn’t see it. As I saw she managed even not to dribble a bit. She rolled down the skirt and went out from the small lake she was produced.
All her high-heels shoes were in drops of pee. She had also drops on the pantyhose around the ankles. Without much talking, she fixed her clothes and we quickly went back to the car.
Now, she seemed quite relieved and happy.
- Do you feel much better now? - I asked barely hided my excitement.
- Oh, it’s so much better! The feeling is great now! – she sighs and laughed.
She felt a little bit embarrassment by what she had done and thanked me for the support. I was hardly focused on our way and I hoped she did not recognize my excitement.
We entered back in the yard, where Jane already was waiting us.
- Where have you been? – she asked from a distance, looking with an astonished look.
-We were looking for a toilet. – Danielle answered.
- And did you find it?
- No, there is no any toilet around… - Danielle did a pause, while we got into the car. After that she continued to share her experience:
- I squatted between two cars and peed.
- Really? Did you really have to pee so much?
- It was absolutely an emergency situation. There is no any place to hide and in the same time I felt I couldn’t hold it any more. Thankfully, there was a big parked pick-up, so I hided a little behind it… I was so close to an accident. I felt how at any moment it would start running down my legs. And in this light pantyhose, you guess…
I listen passively and pretended I wasn’t there. But all these details excited me even harder, when I understand how close had Danielle been from an accident. I thought how her beige pantyhose would look on her with wet traces…
Now, I might to speed up, because Jane began complaining that she also had to pee urgently! But this is another story… |
Emma was a stunning petite blonde, 20 years old wearing a short polka dot mini skirt that didn't leave much to the imagination, she was quite drunk and had somehow had got split up from her group of she was out with, she was sat on the pavement outside the nightclub her and her friends had been too that night. After being unable to get hold of her friends she decided she was going to get a taxi
Kevin was also out that night, now Kevin & Emma went to the same school and Kevin really fancied Emma, as Kevin made his way to the taxi rank after his night out he spotted Emma and instantly got those butterflies in his stomach that he used to get at School.
"Hi how you doing" he said nervously to Emma as there eyes met
"Drunk" replied Emma "and I need a wee" she added, she was drunk enough to b quite open about it
Now Kevin had a pee desperation fetish and he wasn't going to miss this potential; opportunity of a sighting and it was Emma, he immediately felt a twinge in his pants and a wave of excitement hit him
Kevin knew there was a McDonalds nearby but he also knew that the toilets are closed between midnight and 6am, so he suggested to her to go the toilet in McDonalds
"Why don't you go in McDonalds" he evilly suggested
"Yeah i'll go in there, I am starting to get desperate" she replied
Kevin was rally getting excited, whilst they made small talk on the way he couldn't stop imagining about her filing bladder
They entered McDonalds and Emma immediately made a beeline for the toilets, Kevin watched in amazement as she approached them, saw the closed sign were and immediately squeezed her thighs together and did a little jiggle on the spot.
She turned back round and approached Kevin with a distressed look on her face, because the alcohol she had drunk during he night was hitting her poor bladder at a rapid place, she was bursting now and Kevin knew it, he was practically jizziing in his pants now, there were a couple of other girls who were also desperate as they a[[roached the toilets
"Fuck i'm bursting" Said one of them
"I'm gonna wee myself" said the other
"Why do they not let you use them" Asked Emma to the girls
"I'm gonna ask them to open them" said one of the girls
Whilst she went to ask security ig they would open them, Kevin, praying security would say no, watched Emma and the other girl who introduced herself as Louise "Sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier but i'm dying for a piss" both do pee dance, Emma was crossing and re-crossing her legs, she just couldn't stand still, her desperation really was increasing rapidly, she was getting to the stage where she;d need to hold her aching pussy, Louise was giving her crotch a quick squeeze every now and then. Louise's friend who had gone to ask/beg security to open the toilets came storming angrily back, it was clearly bad news, Kevin wanted to run up security and give them the biggest hug, his number one fantasy would go on
"I said to him we're about to wet ourselves but the jobsworth c**t said he couldn't open them "it;s against there policy or something" sye added just as her bladder spasmed and she immediately shot her hand down to her crotch and crossed her legs hard
"fuck ir Lou, lets find somewhere outside to go, I haven't got much time i've never been so desperate"
And they shuffled out into the street, Kevin desperately wanted to follow them and spy on them as they had there seriously desperate pee's and he was desperately hoping Emma didn't follow them. Oh she wanted too so so badly, her bladder was really full now, she was really having to concentrate to keep her sphincter shut
"Are you OK" Kevin asked Emma hoping she would tell him exactly what her situation was, he wasn't disappointed~
"No Kev i'm absolutely busting for a wee" she cried "and i;ve got nowhere to go and I could wet myself at any time"
Kevin knew the right thing to do would be to tell her to find a secluded place outside but he was enjoying this too much
Emma had thought about it and even though her bladder and Pussy were pulsing she gad been brought up not to pee in the street
"Tell you what Em, my house is closer than your, we'll get a taxi ro mine and if you can hold on, it's only a 5 minute taxi (it was actually nearer 10) and you can go at mine no funny business" he said with grin, holding his hands up in the freeze pose
Emma giggled BIG mistake it made her relax for a split second and pee shot itself into her urethra and dribbled into her pink panties
She then jammed her right hand into her pussy and crossed her legs tight to stop any more pee escape from her now throbbing bladder. Kevin couldn't believe his eyes and one touch of his now fully erect penis and he would cum. This was a girl he had fancied since he was 10 inadvertently playing out his ultimate fantasy
"Just go in the street, I'll keep watch" Kevin said, it was now time to see her pee He figured at least this way he'd see her pee, whilst if she somehow made it to his, he wouldn't see the spectacle
Emma was to desperate to disagree, she didn't care now, they looked for shelter, evrry second was crucial now, more spurts escaped her tired sphincter muscles as the anticipation of finally going for a pee became a bit too much
And then it finally happened, she just couldn't hold it any longer "Kev, i'm weeing myself" she shrieked as she just pulled her now soaked pink panties to one side and let it all out, she din;t care that she had an audience, she sighed as she pissed for at least a minutr, going weak at the knees as it was finally over
Kevin cum in his pants right there and then, it was the most glorious thing he'd ever seen
Emma asked him to keep what happened a secret, swapped numbers and they promised to keep in touch |
Part 8
Renate was still squatting beside the park bench, she pressed one hand hard between her nude thighs and repeated " let me wee here, there is nobody around, nobody will see me, let me do it, i am needing it so bad."
It would have been so easy for me to let her go, just 2 minutes and her torture would have been over, but i did not let her. No wee for that girl!
Renate needed to pee for so long, she needed to pee so bad, that she could not think at anything else, than to let it out finally.
I could not think anything else than, how much longer can she endure that and how much bigger can her bladder get.
I really did like Renate, but i was so horny and i did know, that i would not get so soon a chance to make a girl hold it for so long, a chance to torture a girl´s bladder, so i hade to use this chance, no pee for her!
I said " get up, you are a big girl, to big to piss on a park way, get up and hold it back, you have got a bladder in your belly, use it! You can´t tell me that you are not able to wait not even one more hour"
I did take her by her hand and forced her to stand up from her squat position.
This situation was nearly to much for me, to see her swollen belly, to know that her bladder was overfilled to explode, to know that she was crazy to pee, to see so much bare, smooth girl skin, after the long winter month, to see how she rubbed her nude knees, how she pressed her slim naked thighs together, made me total horny.
I could not resist, i reached with my hand under her skirt, rubbed hard her naked thighs, the skin of her thighs was cool, i think from the cold weather and from the wind, i did like that, than i slided up to her panties, pushed the fabric of her panty to side and pushed my finger deep in her girl-slit.
She did let me do that, she did nothing against. Her cunt was wet and i think that was not only from urine, she was horny too.
Renate breathed deep and fast, that was so exiting for me, my hand under her skirt, my finger in her slit and there was one more reason for my horniness, her big bladder, i could feel it and i HAD to press and to push on it!
Her poor bladder was so firm and so hard, she did hold so much urine inside, i stated to massage her swollen belly, her bulging bladder, first gently, than harder and harder.
I had one finger in her slit and with my hand ball i pressed on her bladder. She moaned "please stop it, you burst my bladder or you make me piss myself, that what you are doing to me, is more than a girl can endure."
I pressed hard and she crossed her naked thighs over my hand, so tight, that she pushed herself my finger deeper in her cunt. The more she moaned, the harder i pressed, i pressed so hard till she could not hold it anymore, till it was to much pressure for her sphincter, she was tremble to hold it back, but she could not, she pissed in my hand and a tiny tickle of pee was running down on her bare thigh.
I was so horny, that i did not even look around, if anybody was watching us.
"Are you weeing, you dirty little pee girl? Stop it and hold it!" i shouted to her. " You pissed on my hand, you have to get punished for that" i said and pushed again hard on her bladder, so that she leaked ones more.
Than there was someone coming to our direction and i had to stop.
We was sitting for a few minutes at the bench, to calm down and than we had to go, because we had dinner at about half hour.
Renate did just leak a few drops,her bladder was sill full to burst, the pressing and pushing, what i did to her bladder, did make her urge so strong that she nearly could not walk.
She walked with her knees together and stopped every few yards, to cross her legs. She told me that some drops are coming out and that she is not able to hold it until home.
It was obvious for me that i could not bring her home like this, with her hands under her skirt and one finger at her pee hole. There was a little parking lot on the way home, there i could let her pee and there i could watch her pissing slit.
A few minutes later we did arrive at this parking lot, there was a lot of cars, but nobody around, that is what i exactly wanted. We stopped, Renate did not know why, she crossed her slim legs, did bent over and looked at me.
"Do you want to wee between the cars" i asked her. "There is nothing in the world, i would like more at this moment" she replied . "But there is on condition, you have to let me watch" i said.
"I would wee at the main square or on a stage of a theater, if i only can let it out, you can´t imagine how much it hurt´s me" Look and watch me, if you feel better" she answered.
"Than do it! Wee!" i said.
I did not needed to say it twice, she stepped between the cars, lifted her skirt, hi up. I could see how her bladder was bulging over the waistband of her white panties. Her white panty was pressed in her slit and there it was wet and dark yellow. Oh my god was that a sexy picture.
She pull her panty down to her knees, but before she could squat, she started to piss, it was running down her bare thighs and the urine turned the top of her knee socks from white to dark yellow.
She squatted down, without to stop peeing. I was standing in front of her and could see exactly between her naked, smooth thighs, i could see her slit and i could see how a strong jet was coming out from her pee hole.
She pissed with high pressure, it was hissing extreme loud , her pee jet was so strong, that she pissed a hole in the ground. She was squatting in a lake of steamy, hot girl pee. So much urine, i could not beliefe that this girl could all that hold in her. Her bladder must have been bursting, she must have to pee, like crazy.
To see that, made me total horny, i had one hand in the pocked of my trousers and rubbed my penis, it did take long and i did cum in my undies. Now we had both wet undies, Renate from pee and i from cum.
Renate was ready, her bladder was empty, the first time since many hours, she was standing up, her wet panties still under her knees and now she had no paper and no tissue, to wipe her dry.
She was wiping her pee wet thighs with her hand, all her bare skin was wet from urine and the air and the wind has to dry it.
Renate was smelling strong from her pee, i did love this smell. She did dry her cunt with one finger, pulled her wet panties up and rolled her wet knee socks down.
She looked at my and asked "are you satisfied now?" For me was nothing more to say than "YES!!!!!"
Renates bladder was empty now, but i needed to piss pretty bad, i had not peed all day too, so i wanted to piss, but Renate said "look, what you have don to me, you must get punished for that, you are not allowed to pee now."
"How long" i asked"
"Until after dinner" she said "or until you go to sleep or better until tomorrow morning" I did not piss at the parking lot. I did hold it for her and did think at her wet panties under her short skirt and at her pissing pussy.
Renates first way at home was the bathroom, i think she washed her wet panties and did take a shower.
All the evening long she asked me about my bladder and how strong my urge was and it was arousing for her to know that i was needing to go really bad.
The next 2 days we did spend with my parents, Renate could pee when ever she wanted, but one year later she did spent again her ester holly days with "me", on the second day i made her pee herself twice at only one day and after that we did fuck each day with our bladders full to burst, but that will be another story - may be?
No wee for Renate!!!!!! |
Part 19
On the day when Renate was coming to spend one week of her summer holidays with us, i remembered at her first Easter visit.
Late at afternoon were sitting on a park bench, as she asked me if there would be a toilet near there.
I told her that there would not be any loo around.
She asked me what she should do, she is needing to wee so bad and pushed her short skirt with both hands between her thighs, so that her thighs were nude up to her panties.
It was so arousing for me that she was needing to wee so bad and that she did show me her her bare thighs
I said that there will be nothing to do for her but to hold it, she is a big girl, she should be able to hold it back.
That is it what she is doing since hours, she is needing to wee since noon and she was not at the loo since she got up in the morning, but now she can’t wait much longer, she has to go now, she said.
I offered her to go home, but until than she had to hold it.
I was bad, i mad a long detour on our way home, i wanted to make her hold it longer.
It was so absolutely arousing for me to think about how swollen and stretched her bladder must have been, after holding it for so long, it was so hot, to see how she was rubbing her knees at every step she made and to see how she crossed her legs, if we had to wait in front of a red traffic light.
It was a long walk for a girl with a bursting full bladder in her belly . After a while she asked me if she could squat between the cars.
I did not let her!
I asked her how much longer she would endure it.
”Not long “ she answered and she told me that her panties are already a little bit wet.
She could hold it until home. The first thing, she went to the bathroom and i did listen outside.
She pissed with high pressure for extreme long.
”You really needed to go!” I said
“Yes, that was high performance to hold it back for so long!” she answered.
That and some more, i remembered and i could not wait until Renate was arriving to day.
I was pleased to see her and i hoped to have some arousing and erotic experiences with her.
Our first day together, we spendet in the city.
It was warm, but not to hot. She did wear a T-shirt, a short skirt and knee socks.
Her knees and her thighs were bare, like usual.
I did love her slim, nude thighs under her short skirt!
Late in the afternoon, we did pass at a public toilet.
Wie looked at each other and she asked “do you need to go?”
”Yes,”I answered and asked her if she would have to go too.
”Yes, i would, but i can hold it!” she replied.
No one of us did use the opportunity to pee.
We did not go all day long, not even when we did come back home.
We had dinner and then we watched a video, with our bladders full from the day.
My lower abdomen was hard from my full bladder and my urge to pee was pretty strong.
I could see that her need must have been at least so bad as mine.
She was sitting with her legs crossed, was bending over, looked at me and rolled her eyes.
I did not really know why she was doing it, but it was hot!
You remember, at the Easter holidays, i did not let her take her morning pee, i did not give her a chance to wee all day and late afternoon, she weed her panties.
On the day she was leaving, she told me that she would be able to hold it longer than me and that she would like to make a holding competition with me, to see who can hold it longer.
She said that i would piss my self long before her.
Now i did not know, was this a competition without to talk about it, or did she only wanted to show me that she could go all day long without to wee.
Before We went to sleep, we did both talk a much needed pee.
Like usual i listened in front of the door how long a how hard she pissed.
Great bladder, this pretty, slim girl, i thought to myself and tried to hide my boner.
Next day we did sleep until 9 am.
We did take both a morning pee, had breakfast and went to a shopping mall.
Like yesterday, no one of us had a pee, despite there would have been any opportunities.
The same “game “ as the day before.
No pee after arriving at home and video with a full bladder.
Before we went to sleep, i wanted to the loo.
Suddenly said Renate “it you go, i’ll go too!”
I was totally surprised and asked “does that mean, you don’t go if i don’t go? Does it mean that you would go to sleep, full like this, full from all the day?”
”Yes, that would it mean!” she answered cool.
”Okay, a deal is a deal, i hold it back until tomorrow, i hope you don’t wet your bed tonight, because i know that you are good in panty wetting!” I said and teased her a little bit.
”We will see who’s bed will stay dry” she answered and we both went to sleep with a bladder full from nearly 14 hours.
I was needing to pee really bad, but i like this feeling and i like to hold it and i loved it, to know, that Renate had a full and stretched bladder in her flat belly.
It was hard for me to find a sleep, i needed to pee and i was horny.
Next morning, i waked up, with a painful urge to pee and with a hurting bladder in my abdomen.
I did like that feeling and i did like this kind of pain.
My first thought was, Renate’s bladder and how bad would she need to wee.
For me “never “ bad enough and so i did get up, closed the bathroom and did take the key in my pocket.
After that it was already 9 am, that means, we did not piss since exactly 24 hours.
Renate realized her state at the moment and said without to think “oh my god, i am bursting!!”
The first, she wanted to do, was go to the bathroom and i did let her.
I did come with her and i could see how she was in panic, as she realized that the door was locked.
She did wear just a short nightdress and a little panty, so that i could see how swollen her bare belly was.
Her beautiful legs were crossed and her upper body was bend over , as she did hold with both hands the door handles.
I did also wear just my underpants.
I had two bulges, one over my slip from my overfilled bladder and one in my slip from my hard cock.
”Open the door, let me wee!!! I nearly doing it in my panties! Let me in!!” she pleaded.
”Oh no, absolutely no, you are a girl, you have to hold more than a boy, a girl must be able to endure more!!” i said and smiled.
”That is not funny, let me wee, look at my belly, my bladder is swollen and full to burst, let me wee!! I am holding it for so long, i can’t anymore.”she said.
”My bladder is bulging too, i am a boy and i can hold it even it hurts and you are a girl, girls always have to be able to hold it, so hold it and let’s take a breakfast.
She was still standing in front of the door, meanwhile she ha the fabric of her panties, deep in her slit pressed.
You can’t imagine how sexy this nearly naked girl, frantic to wee was.
I told her that she wanted a pee holding competition and that she wanted to go to sleep with a full bladder and that she should show me now what a girl is able to endure .
No wee for Renate, she is a healthy, young girl, she should hold it back, her bladder should stretch, i thought to myself.
I was needing to piss like crazy, but i was holding it with all my power, i had to endure the pain of my overstretched bladder, i would not give Renate the chance to piss painful urge away.
She had realized that i would not let her go and so we went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
She could not stand straight and all she did, she did with one hand, because she was needing the other had between her thighs.
After breakfast, we had coffee and orange juice too, we brought the utensils back in the kitchen,
Renates great legs was tight crossed and despite she did use all her power to hold her pee inside her, was a little yellow patch in her white panties, between her thighs.
”Oh, my little girl was naughty, my little girl made wee wee in her panties.” I teased her.
”I did not wee since 26 hours, i can’t anymore, it’s coming out.” she said bleeding.
Renate was over her limit, she was standing with crossed legs and a few drops, dark yellow, hot pee, was running down on the nude skin of her slim legs.
I couldn’t make her hold it longer, because she simply could not hold it anymore, so i did offer her to pee in front of me in a measuring jug.
She did agree at the moment, if she only could pee.
She would have done it everywhere, i think.
She stripped her already wet panties, i did hold the jug between her thighs and she pissed full force, with high pressure.
I still can remember how that was hissing, she pissed 1100 ml.
To see that among of wee and to think that she was holding all that in her bladder and that her bladder had to have room in her belly, made me total horny.
To see her piss so hard and to hold my bulging bladder was not so easy.
Renate wanted to watch me piss, that was part of the deal.
She did hold the jug for me and it was difficult to piss with a nearly hard cock.
I pissed1200 ml , i was winning, I did hold 100 ml more and 5 minutes longer.
Before i did let her wee, i stripped her nightdress too, so that we have been both total naked.
We did stay naked and went in my sleeping room.
We were both sooo horny, we did caress each other, we kissed and we started to fuck.
Renate was the first girl i fucked and it was so great.
The next days, we did not much sightseeing, we spendet much time at home, and we fucked every day, sometimes twice.
The greatest was as we did it with our bladders full from the night.
Sometimes we peed before dinner and no more before sleeping, so that our bladders was really full in the morning.
We did torture on other, pressed and pushed our swollen bladders and fucked like crazy.
I love it to remember at Renate and on the time with her. |
Part 20 ( Finale Part )
Lately i remember many times on those days with Renate.
Especially on the first days with her, are so excited for me.
It was so new for me to spend the whole day with a girl and to can decide about our daily routine.
Since i can remember, was all about a girls peeing, very exciting and arousing for me.
Arousing was the way a girl pee, how she is sitting on the loo, how she is squatting, with her panties down on her knees, if she is peeing outside and it was arousing to think, where and how her urine was coming out between her thighs.
And since i can remember, it was arousing for me if a girl was needing to wee really bad, but could not go, to see her doing all the things what girls are doing to hold it in.
Now i had a girl where i could try to make her need to wee and try to make her hold it.
I could decide about our time , i could decide when we were going to eat and to drink and i could decide if and when i did give her a opportunity to go to a loo.
I did not wanted to give her a chance to wee, i wanted to wait until she admits that she would need a loo and then i wanted to make her wait.
I wanted to see how she would act and what she would do, if she is needing to go, but can not go.
After lunch, early in the afternoon, i could see it on her moves that she was needing to wee, but she did not say anything.
She was to shy on the first days, to tell me that she would need to pee and she was hoping for a natural opportunity where she could go.
She could not know, that she never would get a opportunity, not even once a day.
At about 4 pm, it was getting more and more difficult for her to hide her growing need.
Her first and her last pee on this day, until then, was at 7 am, so she did holding it since 9 hours.
I was holding it too since 8 am, but i have a large and a strong bladder and i like the feeling needing to go and to have my bladder full.
Renates urge must have been much stronger, she was holding it longer and i made her drink much more than i did drink.
Just a little later, we were sitting on a park bench , she told me with a shy smile, that she would need to wee and asked me if there would be a loo near.
She pushed her short skirt between her thighs, so that they were nude up to her panties.
That was nearly to much for a horny boy, like me.
I told her that there would not be a loo here around and that i would be sure that a big girl like her could hold it for 2 or 3 hours until we are at home.
It was like heaven for me, to know that she was needing to wee since so long, that she was needing to go so bad and that she had to hold it for hours more.
It is still arousing for me to remember, how she was standing in front of a red traffic light, with her short skirt, her white knee socks, her legs crossed, her naked thighs pressed hard together and it was arousing, how she was walking with her knees rubbing together.
She was able to hold it until home at 7pm. I did listen in front of the bathroom door, how hard and how long she was pissing and how loud it was hissing.
As she came out, she said „that was a great performance.“
Sure i did know how she did mean it, but i wanted to hear more and so i asked her „how do you meat that?“
Then she told me that she was needing to wee all afternoon, since before noon and that she think that it is a great performance to be able to hold it for so long.
Many times i made her to hold it all day long. Sometimes i did let her go just a few minutes before we were at home. For two reasons, first reason i could not bring her home desperate like she was, with one hand between her thighs and the second reason, i wanted to see her piss.
Once i did let her go on a parking lot, i remember, she pissed so hard and so long with high pressure, that she pissed a hole in the ground.
Another time i did let her wee between parking cars, i could watch her squatting and pissing with her panties down on her knees, she pissed until she was squatting in a lake of hot urine.
At another day she told me , ate at afternoon, that her wet panties are rubbing between her thighs and that it would already burning really bad.
I wanted to know why her panties were wet and she told me that she she is needing to wee so bad, that it’s coming out and that she can’t hold it in anymore.
Renate could hold it, she was walking more than 2 hours beside me, she was leaking, i could see how sometimes a few drops of wee were running down on her nude skin on the inside of her thighs, i could see that the top of her white knee socks were a little bit wet and yellow from her wee, but she did not piss herself, she could hold her overfilled bladder until home, even her panties, her thighs and her knee socks were a little bit wet.
To know that her wet panties were rubbing on her pussy and that she was leaking was absolutely hot and arousing for me!
One time, it was the day where i did not let her take her morning pee, she was needing to wee so bad at afternoon, that she could not even walk normally.
She walked with her thighs pressed together and with her knees rubbing on each other, at each step.
I told her that she should walk so that not everybody can see that she is nearly doing it in her panties.
She said, that would be not fair what i am doing with her, first i did not let her to the loo in the morning and then i am teasing her for needing to wee so bad.
She asked me if i forgot that she did not wee since yesterday evening and that she must be full to burst after holding it for so long.
I did not forget it, i could not think anything other, i was horny like hell from knowing that.
I like to remember on her last visit at the summer holidays, where she did like to hold it and where she did like it to be made to hold until she was nearly bursting.
Since our last summer holidays, so many years ago, i did not see Renate again. I know that she lives in a city not so far away from me, but i don’t not even know her address.
I don’t know if she is married, i don’t know if she has a child or children .
It would be not a problem for me to get the address and to visit her, i think sometimes about it, but i don’t know if that would be good?
What do you think?
What would you do?
If i close my eyes, I can see a pretty girl, with a short skirt, with white knee socks, i can see how she cross her great legs, i can see her naked knees, her bare thighs.
Her knees and her thighs were always nude, even it was cold outside. I really i did love that!
From time to time i could see goos pimples on her thighs, from the cold air and sometimes from the strong urge to wee.
I can remember totally on her pretty face , on the shape of her wonderful legs, on her little, white panties between her thighs, on her breasts, on her flat belly, on her belly button, on every inch of her great body.
I love to remember me on Renate, i had so many wonderful situations and experiences with her, I think that i should keep her in my mind like this, as „my“ Renate. |
Hey, folks. A little longer and a little omo-ier this time. Enjoy it while it lasts...
But first, the usual links to the previous stories.
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February faded into March at last, and with March came mail for Meagan. First was a thin envelope from Stanford, expressing regrets—and second was a thicker one from the University of Illinois, expressing congratulations. Parker felt the worry-cloud lift, just a little. Then, in the same week, two more big envelopes arrived, one postmarked Los Angeles and the other postmarked Ann Arbor. Others followed, generally pretty big.
“I got in,” Meagan said for the fourth time, surrounded by her congratulator mail. “I got in to Michigan and Washington and UCLA…!”
Parker hugged her again. “I am so proud of you,” he said—and it was true. But UCLA and the University of Washington were making him uneasy.
“We need to celebrate, beautiful,” said Dacy. “We need to celebrate in a serious way.”
“Fuckin’ aye we do,” Meagan said. “I have worked so fuckin’ hard for this. I have earned my alcohol!”
“And then some, I’d say,” Parker murmured.
“I’m not going to ask where you’re going yet because I know you have no idea,” Dacy said, “and I think we should make a ‘Don’t ask’ rule for the party. A party foul for sure.”
“Oh, I love the way you think,” Meagan said.
“Should we have a theme?”
“Hmmm… generalized triumph?”
“A ‘we are the champions’ party? We can do that. When?”
“Is this weekend too soon?”
“Well, here’s the question, do you want this to be a classic Franklin House blowout? Or do you want it to be just you and your closest friends?”
“Why can’t it be a blowout for my friends?”
“Blowouts require at least a hundred people,” Parker put in. “It’s state law.”
Meagan grinned. “And who’s to say I don’t have a hundred friends?”
“Well, even if you don’t, you’re still in the ‘shindig’ bracket.”
“Well, that’s mighty fine. Dacy, I want to invite everyone I know.”
“Okay, that might take some organizing. Can we put it off until next weekend? Just four days is a little too tight. Not a lot of time to line up kegs and get the decorations. We’ll put it up on Facebook, that’ll save time on the invites… oooh, question. Toga party? That would simplify.”
“Ummm—no.”
“Laurel wreaths fit with victory and are commonly associated with toga parties.”
“Still no.”
“Okay! I’ll need to branch out a little…”
“I have great faith in you.”
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In the end, Dacy outdid herself.
The first thing she did was get the Facebook event organized; the second thing she did was hit both eBay and every thrift store she could find for old trophies, medals, and paraphernalia and apparel from championship teams (of any level). She lined up a keg of PBR (“It won a blue ribbon, after all!”). She draped Franklin’s main room with posters of Olympians, Super Bowl winners, and “Congratulations!” signs. Guests were instructed to come in appropriate garb.
To get themselves ready, the Franklin House crew (or at least those who were drinkers) each knocked back a shot of gin. Then Dacy produced Meagan’s costume for the evening: yes, a crown of laurels. (The rest of what Meagan was wearing: a faded “2002 National Champions Ohio State” t-shirt, and her usual jeans.) She immediately put the crown on, said “I’ll drink to that!” and took another shot. Then she added, “Whew, that’s enough of the hard stuff for me, I think…” She did indeed switch to beer thereafter, alternating with swigs from her veteran water bottle.
As more people flowed in, the party started ramping up. There was music and dancing and beer pong. After a time there was an outcry for Meagan to take her turn at the latter, and so she and Dacy teamed up against Trav and Clark, who had won the previous match. Since Dacy and Clark were dating, sparks flew, words were exchanged, and the battle was well and truly on. After Clark sank a couple of early shots, Dacy began distracting him with cleavage. She was wearing a dress that was, for once, long enough—but also fairly low-cut. She must have been wearing a truly rugged bra, because despite all the bouncing and dancing she never actually popped out. But said bra was doing a marvelous job of highlighting her already-impressive cleavage, and Parker didn’t know how on Earth Clark could concentrate. Parker certainly couldn’t, especially after Dacy roped Meagan into her “seductive distracting” attempts too. In perhaps her most impressive feat of the game, Dacy managed to catch an overshot ball with her boobs, which won considerable applause and a whoop from Zephyr, but even such heroics couldn’t win the game and soon the girls had drained all their little red cups. Meagan came over to where Parker was leaning against the wall, took a drink from her actual beer cup (helpfully labeled “FOR GRAD STUDENTS ONLY” in black Sharpie), took a different drink from her water bottle, kissed Parker thoroughly, and then cuddled up to him.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey.”
“I was rooting for you.”
“Darn straight you were.”
“You fought the good fight.”
“All my throwing skills have been thrown off by playing Ultimate so long. I can only throw things that are flat now! I have no idea at all about arc…”
“Heh. Nice one.”
“What?”
“ ‘Thrown off.’ ”
“…Yeeeessss. I totally meant that. Well done spotting it,” she said, with a shifty look.
“I love you,” he said, and kissed her hair just below her crown.
“Love you too. Want proof?”
“Hmmm?”
She leaned in to whisper, “Gotta pee.”
“After all that beer, I’m not surprised in the slightest.”
“If I pee now, though, I’ll break the seal.”
“Such a conundrum.”
“I guess I’ll just have to hold it.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Isn’t it just? C’mon, let’s dance.”
“One way or another,” he murmured in her ear. She laughed, caught him in her arms, and swung him into the dancing.
The music was victory-themed too, but only to a point; one could only play “We Are the Champions,” “Eye of the Tiger,” and “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” so often. Chumbawamba’s biggest hit featured prominently, but it gave way to Franz Ferdinand’s “Take Me Out,” and “All Star” faded into “Hey Ya!”—which is not exactly a victorious song once one listens to the lyrics. But Meagan was reveling in every moment, her hair fanning out around her as she moved.
She managed to hold it a surprisingly long time, perhaps because her dancing served more than one purpose. But she couldn’t keep dancing forever, and finally she pulled Parker out of the crowd. She leaned back against the nearest wall, steadying herself with one hand, and pulled him toward her by the shirt with the other. She kissed him long and hard, then said, “So, wanna reenact our first meeting?”
“In the bathroom?”
“Exactly. Only this time I get to pee there. C’mon.”
She led him by the hand to the big downstairs bathroom, which as usual had the keg set up with ice in the shower. Mitchell was manning the keg at this point. “Gotta pee!” Meagan announced as they entered.
“Here?” Mitchell said.
“It’s my party and I’ll piss where I want to,” Meagan answered. “Heh, I like that…”
“I’ll clear out, then,” Mitchell said.
“Oh, no need,” Meagan said, undoing her belt.
“Uh—you’re sure?”
“I have nothing to hide!” she proclaimed grandly with a sweep of her arm. And then, to Parker’s startlement, she dropped her pants and panties and seated herself on the toilet.
“Here, lover,” she said. She grabbed his hand and held it to her chest, which did serve to keep him between her and those seeking beer, but mostly it served for him to feel, more than hear, her sigh of relief and the relaxation of tension. She calmly wiped, stood, re-clothed herself, and flushed. Then she kissed him. “I love you,” she said. “I’m so lucky I met you here. Right here in this room.”
“I’m so lucky that wasn’t the last time I ever saw you.”
“Yeah, that too.”
“Let’s hear it for hedgehogs.”
“Yay hedgehogs!” She led him by the hand into and down the hallway toward Trav and Lucy’s room. She leaned against the wall again, pulled him close, and made out with him for a while. She might have kept them there longer, but then they heard Zephyr saying, “Eww, get a room!”
“Got one already!” Meagan shot back.
“Well, use it!”
“That’s all the way upstairs! It’s my party, I’ll kiss where I want to.”
“I’m sensing a theme,” Parker murmured.
“It’s a good theme. I like it.”
“Well, okay," Zephyr said, "but when you’re done I want you as my partner for more beer pong.”
“Oh, shit, I didn’t realize it was an emergency! I’ll drop everything… which I guess means Parker…”
“Hey!”
Zephyr laughed. “We’ve got next game, that’s all.”
Their opponents were a rather sloshed couple of guys, Gavin and Luis, friends of Meagan’s from the Psych department. Meagan continued to be unable to throw a ball on an arc (at one point she tried to use her Ultimate skills, and rather than sinking the ball she caroomed it off of Cara’s head as she passed by), so Zephyr had to do most of the actual scoring—and she wasn’t much good either. But since the other two guys were not the best at fine motor skills at the moment, the game moved a little slowly.
Then Zephyr took a page from Dacy’s defensive-distraction playbook and upped the ante: just as Gavin was about take a shot, Zephyr flashed him. This did indeed make his shot go rather wild, so after Meagan took her turn (and missed again), Zephyr repeated the tactic with Luis. Then she sank a ball and, screaming with triumph, pulled a Brandi Chastain and stripped off her shirt. But unlike Chastain, Zephyr wasn’t wearing a bra. Nor did she put her shirt back on, instead posing in profile to ruin Gavin’s throw.
When Meagan realized what was going on, she yelped and clapped her hands over Zephyr’s breasts. But Zephyr simply laughed and said, “Oooh, even better.” She grabbed Meagan’s hands in hers, holding them caught, and took a step back against Meagan, thrusting her butt back against Meagan’s crotch and grinding a bit. Gavin’s next throw missed the table entirely.
Meagan pulled her hands away, but Zephyr refused to put her shirt back on—and kept encouraging Meagan to take off her own. Meagan didn’t, to Parker’s relief—nor did Zephyr repeat her bump-and-grind performance. But Meagan did strike a pose or two, and didn’t object when Zephyr draped an arm over her shoulder or around her waist for the sake of distraction.
With Meagan’s lack of skill and Gavin’s mind being elsewhere, it really came down to Zephyr versus Luis, and Zephyr won by one cup. Since the game was really just an excuse to get more beer into them, however, everyone was a winner! Or at least so Zephyr claimed. Having drunk several cups of beer, Meagan announced she was cutting herself off—at least for a while. She had a lot of water to catch up on, however, and she kept sipping from her bottle. Zephyr drank a little water too, at Meagan’s urging—and then the beer started hitting them both in earnest, from two directions.
Zephyr’s behavior was getting wilder. She hadn’t put her shirt back on. It was pretty warm in the house, with all the people, but still, she was mostly flaunting. Parker just couldn’t figure out who she was flaunting for. Was she hitting on Gavin? Gavin seemed to think so, for he’d stayed pretty close. Or was it for Parker? For Zephyr was staying pretty close to him and Meagan. Zephyr’s jokes got raunchier and her poses more explicit and her movements less coordinated. And then she burst out, “Oh fuck, I gotta piss!”
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“Go on, then, you know where the bathroom is,” Meagan said.
Zephyr got up and tried to walk over, and discovered she was far too unsteady to walk unassisted. Leaning on the beer-pong table (to the consternation of the current players) she held out both hands to Meagan. “Help me!”
“Might as well, I gotta go too,” Meagan said. But she was a little wobbly as well, so she turned to Parker. “C’mon lover, help us out.”
So Parker found himself with both Meagan and Zephyr leaning on him as he attempted to steer them toward the bathroom.
The nearest one was the big one with the keg in it, of course, and Zephyr flatly refused to pee there. She was squirming all over the place while clinging to Parker’s arm, which resulted in a whole lot of boob contact, but she refused to pee there. An attempt at backtracking so they could go upstairs brought them face to face with the dancing crowd in the front room, which looked impenetrable for the three of them together, and so Meagan said, “Nope! Let’s go out the back.” As they retraced their steps Zephyr was whimpering and clutching herself with her free hand. Meagan didn’t seem to be locking down so much, but that didn’t mean she didn’t need to go; she seemed pretty antsy too.
It could have been sexy as hell. It should have been sexy as hell.
Out in the back yard the cold air hit them. It was still early March, after all, and while the days were growing longer and warmer, the nights still had a lot of winter’s bite to them. The cold reached right into all three of their bladders and squeezed. Parker hadn’t even realized he’d needed to pee until he had to clench up. How it felt for the girls he couldn’t imagine, but Zephyr bent double and squealed. More astonishing, Meagan tried to lock down—he could feel her struggling to do so, since she had her arm around his shoulders—but apparently failed. She had to quickly cross her legs. To make matters even worse, two guys were peeing freely on the grass.
“Fuck goin’ upstairs,” Meagan said, with more than her usual drawl. “I’m pissin’ righ’ here.” And, suiting the action to the word, she popped a squat. Or she tried to, at least. But she had to lean against the wall to keep from slowly toppling over while she unzipped her pants, and then getting them down around her knees was a longer process than usual, and once that was managed she didn’t even really squat so much as sink down the wall to a more-or-less sitting position and let fly, not even looking to see if her clothes were out of the way. Fortunately, they were (mostly).
Zephyr, on the other hand, was making no move to follow Meagan’s example. She looked miserably desperate, with tears in her eyes, but instead of squatting she was doing the most frantic pee dance Parker had ever seen on a girl. The squirming was simply incredible. She got her whole body into it, legs dancing, feet stamping, fists clenched tight on wildly swinging arms. With her hair tied back in a ponytail, that was swinging too. Parker’s mind flashed back to one of the “waiting in line” pictures he’d seen on Shara and Ger’s website, helpfully captioned by the photographer, ending in the line, “She cannot stand still—yum!” Since she was topless, he also couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were rock-hard.
“Zeph, jus’ pee here!” Meagan said. “No one’ll mind.”
I don’t know about that, Parker thought.
“I can’t! I can’t! We gotta go upstairs, I’m gonna pee in my pants!”
Meagan’s piss was the usual big blast, so she was tailing off quickly. Rather than getting up, however, Meagan simply grabbed one of Zephyr’s swinging fists. (Parker noted with a rush of respect and appreciation that his girlfriend had not lost all her coordination; it was basically a classic Ultimate one-handed grab.) She pulled Zephyr over to her side and dragged the desperate girl down next to her. “You’re peein’ here!” she ordered. “In your pants or on the ground, I don’t care, but jus’ do it! Parker, turn aroun’.”
He did so quickly, relieved—and disappointed. He heard unzipping jeans and then a hiss of a new stream. Zephyr’s piss sounded noticeably different from Meagan’s—it was higher-pitched and seemed to produce more splatter. It also took a lot longer.
“Whew, you’re still going?” Meagan said, apparently re-zipping her own jeans. “You’ve got a lot in you! I’ll bet you didn’t break the seal before now, didja?”
“Nope.”
“Feels good, right?” Meagan said.
“So good,” Zephyr said, her voice a little throaty with pleasure. Her stream finally slowed to a trickle (but didn’t altogether stop).
“It’s like comin’, sometimes,” Meagan said, “after you’ve held it so long.”
Zephyr giggled. “I never noticed that!”
I have. So many times.
Finally Zeph’s trickle came to complete stop, and there was the sound of rustling clothes.
“Um. A lil’ help, lover?” Meagan asked.
Parker turned around—and realized that the two of them were having a hard time getting Zephyr’s pants up while also keeping themselves upright. Her underwear was mostly up—but not quite, revealing a shock of dark pubic hair just over the waistband of her slightly askew panties. Her jeans were caught somehow. And of course she was still topless. Zephyr quickly covered her crotch with one hand.
“Um, what do you want me to do?” Parker said.
“Oh, I see,” Meagan said. “All right, I’ll do it, you jus’ hold me up, hon.”
This he could do, and do so by staring down at her wonderful neck and shoulders without looking at Zephyr’s nakedness.
He got the two of them back inside somehow, back inside and seated on sturdy, non-wobbly chairs by the beer pong table. Then he went back outside and had his own quick piss. It wasn’t hard, since he wasn’t hard. He stopped by the keg on his way back in, since he’d only had one beer so far, carefully nursed. He had no real desire to catch up with the girls, especially as they seemed to need him mostly sober at this point. But he’d noticed that Trav had a game going in his room, so instead of going back to Meagan and Zephyr, he watched the guys play Xbox for a while, still just sipping.
After twenty minutes or so he thought he’d better check on the girls again. He didn’t particularly want to, but his responsibility overpowered his reluctance.
When he got back out, Meagan was gone, and Gavin had taken her seat. He had an arm around her shoulder and was whispering in her ear. Parker stopped a few feet away, trying to process what was niggling him at the back of his brain.
Well, for one thing, you’d rather be sitting there, clearly staring at her tits…
For another thing, she doesn’t look all that comfortable.
As he watched, Gavin reached over with his free hand. It looked like he was trying to go for a gentle, sexy caress. It ended up being a drunken pawing. Zephyr didn’t pull away—but she instantly stiffened.
Parker glanced around. It was mostly guys in the room by now; the girls seemed to have moved over to dancing. And nobody seemed to be batting an eye.
Okey-doke, my path is clear. “Hey.”
They both looked up at him: Gavin, half-confused and half-annoyed, and Zephyr, clearly relieved.
Parker couldn’t come up with a good follow-on, so instead he simply stared at Gavin.
“Is there a problem?” Gavin said. It came out slightly more belligerent than he might have meant it, more You got a problem with me, buddy?
“Zephyr, you okay?” Parker asked, finally getting something sensible out of his mouth.
Zephyr hesitated. It looked like she was feeling very much not okay, but was reluctant to say so.
“I got your water, hon,” Meagan said from over Parker’s shoulder.
“Oh, thank you!” Zephyr said. As if her friend’s words somehow released her from a spell, she jumped up out of her chair and took the cup Meagan held in both hands.
“Wanna go upstairs for a bit?” Meagan asked.
“Sure.”
“Parker, can you make sure Gavin can find his way out?” Meagan said.
Well, great. I get to handle the drunken asshole. But Meagan had reminded him of a good tactic: sheer distraction. “Dang, it’s hot in here. Wanna go outside for a minute, man?”
Gavin nodded, looking more confused now than anything else. Parker led him down the back hall and they stood outside for a bit, cooling off.
“Dude,” Gavin said.
“What?”
“You totally cock-blocked me.”
“Man, she obviously didn’t want to be with you,” Parker said.
“You don’t know that.”
“It was all in her body language, man. You didn’t notice her tensing up?”
Gavin looked more perplexed than ever. “No?”
Parker realized in a sudden flash that a few years before, he might not have noticed Zephyr’s discomfort, either. The way she tensed up was very similar to the way Meagan locked down when she was getting desperate, and he was now well-trained in spotting that.
Heck, I might not have been paying attention at all when he put his hand on her, except I’ve been watching Zephyr for a while now, trying to see if she’s uncomfortable—just for a different reason.
“Trust me, man, I know her, I’ve lived with her a while now,” Parker said. “She wasn’t coming on to you, and she wasn’t cool with you coming on to her.”
“But she took her shirt off…”
“Yeah, well, one: that’s normal for her. Two: it might not have been for you.”
“You mean Luis?” Gavin said.
Or me. “Yeah, sure, maybe. I dunno. Maybe she was just too hot. All I know is, she didn’t look happy when you had your arm around her.”
“Aw, shit, I didn’t know… I didn’t mean…”
“Hey, you crossed a line, but just be glad you didn’t go any further than that, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“You’re welcome. You play Xbox? We’ve got one set up.”
“Nah, man… I think I’ll just go home…”
“Take care.”
Parker watched until Gavin had made it across the street (a bit of a tricky task, but less so on a Saturday night), then went in the side door and up the stairs, looking for his ladies. He found them in bed. Meagan was sitting on their bed, leaning against the headboard, and Zephyr was lying across the bed with her head in Meagan’s lap. Meagan was gently stroking her friend’s hair.
“Hey, everyone okay up here?” Parker asked.
“We’re good, love, thank you. Is Gavin gone?”
“Yeah, I made sure he’s across the street.”
“Thank you so much. Can you give us a minute? I’ll be back down in a while.”
“Sure.”
Parker went back downstairs to Trav’s room and watched the gaming for a while longer, leaning on the doorframe. But his mind wasn’t really focused on Trav and Clark’s playing. Instead he was thinking about how close he’d come to missing the whole thing—and how every other guy in the room seemed to have missed it, too. Heck, Gavin himself read the situation wrong.
If I weren’t so tuned in to Zeph’s body these days…
Naw, let’s be honest here. If I didn’t want to do what he was doing—only maybe with her as desperate as she was earlier…
Shit, what am I doing? I’m almost as bad as him.
But at least I saw what was going on. Nobody else did. None of those guys cared. Or they thought he was gettin’ it on and decided to let him. How much have I missed, since I just never had a reason to look?
He was still simmering over that when Meagan slipped an arm around his waist. “Hey, love. You okay?”
“Just thinking.”
“You look like you’re overthinking.”
“Maybe.”
“You did a good thing.”
For all the wrong reasons.
“Wanna dance?” she asked.
“…Yeah.”
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To be concluded... |
Part 3 at last. Blame the site maintenance, it cut me off.
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The music was, at Meagan’s direction, a little less raucous now. They could slow-dance to it, and they did so. But even having her arms around him couldn’t shut off the turmoil in Parker’s brain.
Not long later, Zephyr came downstairs too—with a shirt on, this time. The party was winding down a bit; the more distant friends were clearing out, and it was more the closer circle now. But Zephyr seemed to be putting the incident behind her by means of more revelry. She wasn’t drinking anymore, Parker noticed, but she asked to put on a more lively dance and threw herself into it. Meagan, Cara, Randy, and several other girls joined her; Parker stood to the side and held up the wall for a while, watching.
He watched all the girls. He watched their bodies. He tried to just watch Meagan, but it was impossible; someone else always caught his attention or crossed his line of vision. He tried to just watch eyes and faces, but the sway of breasts and hips was simply too distracting. And he clenched his fist so tight, he drove his nails into his palm.
Meagan had apparently decided to un-cut herself off; she took another beer from the keg and drank it fairly quickly, over just a quarter-hour or so. Parker had lost his second well-nursed cup some time ago and decided to just have half of another one. But then Zach handed him a full cup and he drank a little more. So before long he was a little buzzed and a little bleary, and passed a few minutes in a fog.
The house was less crowded now, but somehow that just made people cluster even tighter together. Some folks were still grooving to the music, but most of the Franklin folks had gathered in the kitchen. Meagan was sitting on the countertop, her eyes bright and cheerful; Zephyr was standing beside her, laughing; most of the rest of the crew was in there, too. Cara was trying to make French fries from the bag she had in the freezer, but had apparently decided she wanted them to be garlic fries, and this (plus alcohol) was making the process rather more elaborate. Meagan held out a hand to Parker as he stepped into the kitchen, flailing at the wrist a little, and he stepped over to her side. Since she was now a bit higher up than him, she could caress his head and neck with ease, and did so. Not long after he stepped into the kitchen, she said, “Fuck, gotta pee again!” She raised her clenched fists in mock fury. “Beeeeeer!” And when she laid her hand back on his neck, she pinched him quickly to show him what she was up to.
She waited a while, but apparently the beer and the water were too much, or breaking the seal had cut down on her natural resistance, and it was only a few minutes later that her hand clenched tightly on his shoulder. And a few minutes later still, she swore again and said, “I really can’t hold it.”
“Bathroom’s right around the corner,” Clark pointed out helpfully.
Meagan considered, then said: “Naaah, that’s too far away.” She bumped Parker with her hip. “Can you move over a bit, lover?” When he stepped a little away, she simply scooted herself along the countertop until she came to the sink, and unzipped her jeans.
“You’re really gonna piss in the sink?” Cara yelped.
“It’s my party and I’ll piss where I want to!”
“That’s so unsal—uns—unsanitary!”
“Oh, like you’ve never done it,” Meagan shot back, wriggling her underwear down just enough.
“No, I haven’t!”
“I have!” Dacy said, raising the hand that she didn’t have clinched tight against Clark.
“Me too,” Miranda said. “What?” she said, as people turned toward her. “Big family, small house. Sometimes you just gotta go.”
“Exactly!” Meagan said, as she began peeing. “Mmmmmm, peeing feels nice.”
“On that note,” Zach said, and negotiated his way out of the crowded kitchen.
“Does it feel nicer because you’re using the sink?” Zephyr asked, her eyes alight and grinning.
“Kinda!” Meagan asked. “There’s a kick in it, yeah. (Hand me a paper towel, love?) Breakin’ the rules. I’m a rebel.”
“An unsanitary rebel!”
“Best kind!”
“I’ll support you, Meagan! Atta girl!” Zephyr said, clapping. “Fight the power!”
“Aww, what the hell,” Dacy said. “Scoot over.” As Meagan obligingly moved out of the way, Dacy jumped up on the rim of the sink next to her, pulled the hem of her dress out of the way, and let go as well.
“No underwear, Dacy?” Zephyr said.
“A lady never tells,” Dacy said demurely—as demurely as anyone could while pissing in the sink and nearly falling out of her low-cut dress as she leaned forward for balance.
“Now, you see, I feel like I’d be criticized for doing this,” Clark said.
“Nah, it’s just that you guys can piss anywhere you damn well please already,” Meagan replied, jumping down off the countertop so she could wriggle her jeans the rest of the way back up.
“But pissing in a sink seems trashy for men. There’s an odor of ‘alcoholic hobo’ to it, somehow. Whereas in the case we’ve just witnessed, it’s seen as daring and racy. A bit of a double standard, really. Perhaps with a patriarchal bargain thrown in, as the participants are young and attractive…”
“You’ve either had too much to drink or not enough,” Dacy said, and jumped down to kiss him.
Cara managed to get the French fries out just as most of the remaining dancers straggled home, forcing the Franklin House folks to eat them themselves. But after just a few, Meagan shook her head. “These are delicious, Cara, but I’m so full of beer,” she said. “Even PBR can get to you after a while…”
“No offense taken!”
“Time to go up, hon?” Meagan asked.
“Yeah, sounds good.”
“Thank you all so much for the party,” Meagan said, clasping her hands together earnestly. “Especially you, Dacy. I love you. I love you all. This was amazing. Drink lots of water and I’ll see you in the morning.”
They went upstairs.
As the door of their room closed, Meagan turned around and kissed him passionately. “I love you most of all,” she said. “Want me to show you how much?”
“Sure.”
She stripped them both naked and broke out the lube. But he seemed to be having a hard time with getting hard, so to speak. She lay down next to him and worked on him for a bit, and started talking to him as she did.
“I drank a lot for you tonight,” she said, “and held it for you, too. As long as I could. Remember me not even being able to make it upstairs? Having to piss out back?”
She retold several of the incidents in the evening—working around Zephyr and Dacy, he noticed. But at best he was barely more than flaccid; his cock flopped around in her hands, heavy with blood but not hard. She moved her storytelling back in time a bit, returning to their first time together, to the treehouse, to the planter box the summer before.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“It’s okay. Beer can do that. I’m not worried.”
“I need to pee, too. That’s in the way a bit.”
“I need to go, too. Get rid of the last little bit. Want to go together? Would that help?”
He thought it over, and then said, “Nah. Go ahead.”
“’Kay.”
After they’d both peed separately, and brushed their teeth, she lay down beside him and cuddled up. “How are you feeling, lover?” she asked.
“A little weird.”
“It’s okay. It happens to every guy sometimes. It happened to you our first time together, remember? And beer does that. Don’t worry.”
It’s not that, he thought. He opened his mouth to say it, too—and shut it again.
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The next morning he woke up with his cock in her mouth. She let go once she saw he was awake. “Oh good,” she said. “I really need to pee, and I wanted to wait for you.”
“It’s okay,” he said. “You can go.”
“You’re sure?” she said. “Totally sure? I mean, I really gotta go, still some water left over from last night in me, I think—but I can hold it until you come.”
“No. Go ahead.”
“Well—mmkay. It’ll be a relief, at least. It’s been a long twenty minutes waiting for you to wake up…”
She pulled her t-shirt back on (she was still wearing her sweatpants) and dashed off. She came back and straddled him. “Where were we? Mmmmm, should I tell you how nice it felt to piss just now…?”
After a few minutes it seemed he was still going to remain quite soft.
“I guess I’m not really in the mood,” Parker said. “God, that’s such a cliché, but…”
“No pressure,” she said, and went off to work out.
That night, however, she tried again.
“You really want me, don’t you?” Parker said.
“Like always,” she said. “But yeah, especially now. I know it hasn’t been that good lately. That’s why I was glad when I figured out you were jacking off again. Glad at first. But now that I know I’ve got next year lined up, I really did want to make love to you.” She wriggled a little. “And yeah, I’m pretty worked up. Now that the worry’s gone, I think my body wants to make up for lost time.”
“I’ll go down on you if you want.”
“I’d like that, yeah, but I also want you in me. It’s nice to come, but—how can I say it? There’s something connected about making love. About having you in me. Seeing you as I’m riding you.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s why I’ve been trying to turn you on with all this pissing and holding…”
Something clicked. “‘Trying’ is the right word, isn’t it? But it doesn’t seem to be working. I dunno why. It’s like my number-one turn-on, why is it turning me off now? It doesn’t make sense.”
“It’s sex, lover. It doesn’t ever make sense.” She paused. “I mean, yeah. Your kink and mine, they both make sense, considering. They’re all about control. Totally sexy. But there’s a lot of other stuff out there that doesn’t make sense at all. My eyes have seen things that I cannot unsee, and they are well and truly weird.”
“True. And sometimes… sometimes my kink is actually useful.”
“Hmmm?”
“The reason I realized that Zephyr was all tensed up when Gavin was coming onto her. It’s because I’m so used to watching you to see if you’re all tensed up.”
She smiled. “Well, thank god for your kink, then. But if you’d rather play it straight tonight…? Not bring holding in at all…?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
She pulled off her t-shirt, pulling her hair loose from it as she cast it aside. Since she was ready for bed, she was topless underneath. Something about that gesture, simple yet sexy, made him relax a little. She bent over him and placed his limp penis in between her breasts, gently rubbing him. Little by little, he began to stir. She grabbed some lube and kept going.
I wouldn’t be able to do this with Zephyr, he thought. Running around topless or not, hard nipples or not, she can’t do this. Hers aren’t big enough.
His body and mind eased their way into it. When he was hard enough, she moved to guide him into her, but he had her wait until they’d done a few minutes with the vibe. She got slick very fast (“Like I said, pretty worked up”).
And soon she was looking down on him as she rode him, just as she’d said—occasionally bending down to kiss him and have her breasts brush his chest—and this time, it worked out just fine.
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End of Part 3
For all of you who read all the way to the end of this: stay tuned for an announcement re: the Meagan & Parker stories. |
Hi
I've said in other posts that I'm a male bodied crossdresser with a strong female "other identity". Some while ago I read a real wetting on a train experience on another website and decided to write a fictional story on the same theme from my own female perspective. I hope that's ok.
So here I am, standing on the station platform, waiting for the train. The electronic sign says it's on time but it's already five minutes late so who knows when it will come. It could be any moment now. It could be in half an hour's time.
I know I should have gone to the toilet before leaving but I was late and I only just had enough time to get to the station before the train was due. Now I have a problem. I really need to pee but the women's toilets are on the other platform across the bridge. If I go across there now the train might come. If I miss it I'll have an hour to wait for the next one.
I'll just have to try to hold on and then use the toilet on the train as soon as it arrives. I think I can wait but I have to admit that I'm feeling pretty desperate. I hope it's not too obvious to everyone else. I'm walking up and down the platform to ease my need to pee but even that might be a giveaway. I decide to stand still for a moment but then I have to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together. That must be even more noticeable.
I wish the train would come. Ten minutes late now and the sign still says it's on time so there's no knowing when it will arrive. I walk off down the platform again, hoping to get as far away from all the other passengers as I can but there are a few, even right towards the far end. Luckily they're all looking away from me towards the train when it comes. I face away from them and sneak my hand between my legs under my skirt. I'm going to start wetting any moment now. I realise I'm squirming to try to hold it in and I squeeze myself tightly for a moment. Then there's a squirt of a wet warmth over my fingers and I know my knickers are getting wet. It's only a small spurt of pee but it's enough to send a few drops trickling down my leg.
I wonder if I squat down and pretend to adjust my shoe whether I can get away with relieving the desperate need by letting out just a little pee. I think I'm going to have to do that otherwise it will just run down my legs and wet my shoes and socks. I glance round to check that no-one is looking my way and then I squat down, trying to make sure that my skirt is out of the way so it doesn't get wet. I start to pee in my knickers and I'm hoping that no-one will see the puddle beginning to form between my feet. I've only been peeing for just a few seconds when the train arrives.
Now I really do have a problem. I have to stop peeing so I can run up the platform to the front carriage. I press my fingers against my wet knickers and stand up but for another few seconds the pee keeps flowing. It's trickling down my legs as I run along the platform and I know that I'm leaving a trail of drips in my wake. Luckily, all the other passengers are heading the same way as I am so I hope no-one sees ,but I'm leaving a trail of evidence for anyone else who comes down this way. I wonder what they will think has happened.
I stop for a moment and squeeze my hand under my skirt again and manage to control the stream. Then, as I reach the front carriage I realise that there will be one person looking in my direction - the train driver! I flush with embarrassment as I pass the cab and I notice that the driver is a woman. At least it isn't a man. That really would be embarrassing. A woman might at least understand that women sometimes have accidents. She looks at me as I rush past and I guess that she might have seen what was happening.
I reach the front carriage just as the doors are about to close.The train is very crowded and, as the doors do close, I realise that I don't know which carriage has the toilet and that my chances of pushing my way through the throng are practically nil. As soon as I stand still I can feel the overwhelming need to pee starting up again. My knickers are already wet but, as the train moves away from the station, I realise that there is no way that I'm going to be able to hold on till my station which is ten minutes away. I'm going to wet my knickers even more and there's nothing I can do about it.
I'm in a press of bodies. We're all packed together so closely that if I wriggle at all it will be noticed. I'm standing with my legs slightly crossed and I'm squeezing my thighs together. Every now and then a little squirt of pee soaks my knickers. I wonder why I'm not feeling it trickle down my thighs and notice that there is a wet patch on my skirt where it has caught between my legs. We're only a couple of minutes from my station when it happens. I feel a gush of hot wetness in my knickers and a warm cascade running down my legs.
I'm wetting my knickers right here in public and I can't stop it. The torrent of pee streams down my legs. I look down and I can see that I'm making a large puddle on the floor of the train. The torrent seems to go on for ever but it subsides as the train pulls into the station and I push my way to the door, hoping that no-one has yet seen the puddle or noticed my wet skirt. When the doors open I step out and the train pulls away leaving me drip drip dripping onto the platform.
I have nothing to dry my legs with and nothing to hide the wet patch on my skirt. I shall have to walk home in my wet knickers and hope that no-one will look too closely and see what I have done........ |
Here’s a fun little story I wrote quickly after @Alex Oxford gave me the idea.
Scarlett and Ellie had a lot in common. They’d shared a womb, to begin with. They weren’t identical twins, but they both inherited their mother’s good looks. In fact, they inherited almost all of their mother’s features, to the point that both their senior pictures looked exactly like their mother’s senior picture at first glance. Scarlett was a platinum blonde, while Ellie was a strawberry blonde. Scarlett measured three inches taller, but Ellie had her beat in certain other measurements. They were both athletic, both competitive, and both could get rather ornery toward each other at times. They were both outgoing and loved attention, especially if it came from a certain boy.
Fate seemed to smile on Ellie one day at a local restaurant. The sisters had sat down but hadn’t ordered yet. When Ellie returned to her seat after a brief trip to the restroom, she heard a familiar voice.
“Hi!” said Channing.
“Ka-thump! Ka-thump! Ka-thump!” said Ellie’s heart. She’d been admiring him for a long time, but they barely knew each other, and their last meaningful interaction was back in the first quarter of the school year. She was a little surprised he even remembered her. It was a very pleasant surprise, though.
“Hi, Channing!” she said once she got her nerves in order. “What brings you here?”
“Eating. Same as you.”
She laughed girlishly at his quip even though she wanted to smack herself in the head for asking such a stupid question.
“I wanted to congratulate you.”
“Thanks,” Ellie beamed. Her heart sank when she realized what he meant.
“You’re thinking of Scarlett, aren’t you?” Ellie then said in a much less pleasant tone.
“But you’re Scarlett…aren’t you?” Channing said with a nervous laugh.
“Hang on,” Ellie said with barely concealed resentment. She walked to the booth where her sister was sitting. “You’re wanted at the next table, Scarlett.”
In a moment the 3 teenagers were chatting.
“I’m Scarlett Bengtassen, winner of the Elmwood High School 5K Run!” she said as she showed Channing a photo on her phone of her holding the trophy.
“He knows that already,” Ellie cynically remarked. “That’s how this all started.”
“This is my sister, Ellie.”
“Hi,” Ellie said with an almost painful lack of enthusiasm. “I’m the Bengtassen sister who didn’t win a trophy.”
“Well, there’s always more chances,” he said politely. “Heck, you could win a trophy tonight,” he said as he pointed to the wall.
Sure enough, the restaurant had a big trophy sitting behind clear plastic, waiting for a winner’s name to be inscribed on it. There was also a gold-colored frame waiting for a winner’s portrait to be put inside it. A garish series of banners and posters on the wall advertised the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. Anyone who could finish this monstrous foodthing in one sitting would win the trophy and have their picture on the wall.
“Maybe I will,” Ellie said. She went back to the booth because she was becoming a third wheel in Channing and Scarlett’s conversation.
After a little thought she dove headlong into this endeavor. Soon she was talking to a cook about the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. He doubted a slender 18 year old girl was up to the challenge, no matter how perkily enthusiastic she was.
“It’s three footlongs, you know.”
“Yeah, I read what it said on the wall.”
“That’s 36 inches.”
“Yeah, I passed fourth grade math.”
“It’s covered with spicy beef and 3-bean chili, pepper jack cheese, and green onions.”
“I know all that. Will you guys serve this to me or not?”
“The challenge isn’t just eating it all. It’s staying in your seat ’til you finish the last bite. Before long it’s gonna wanna come back out…one end or the other.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“It is disgusting. I don’t think you wanna try it, little lady.”
“Just shut up and let me gorge myself for a trophy!” Ellie finally exploded.
“You’re feisty. Maybe you’ve got a chance.”
When Scarlett finished chatting with Channing and returned to the booth she saw her sister eating her way through something gargantuan and grotesque.”
“Are you taking the Chili Cheese Whatever Challenge?” Scarlett asked, rolling her eyes.
“What’s it look like?” Ellie answered, rolling her eyes right back.
“He was joking, you know. You don’t really expect a guy like Channing to be impressed by a girl who can eat a chili dog, do you?”
Ellie slowly chewed and swallowed as she thought of a good comeback. “Who knows? I hear you got pretty popular with the boys for putting wieners in your mouth.”
“Oh, you…!” Scarlett sputtered. “I hope you puke your pants! I mean, I hope you…Hi, Channing!”
“Are you actually trying for the trophy?” asked Channing, who had practically snuck up on the sisters.
Ellie nodded a reply because her mouth was full.
“That’s cool! Mind if I sit here?”
“We’d be delighted,” Scarlett said through gritted teeth.
“Wow, you’re really moving fast,” Channing remarked.
Ellie smiled as she swallowed the last remains of the first dog.
“Have you done anything like this before?”
“You mean putting wieners in her mouth?” Scarlett asked. “I hear she does it a lot.”
“Hey! You can’t use my joke!” Ellie yelled, accidentally spitting out a bean that narrowly missed hitting her crush. She blushed but Channing didn’t seem to mind.
“To answer your question, I did win a blue ribbon in a pie-eating contest at the county fair. Of course, I was only 14.”
“I think it was the last prize she ever won,” her sister remarked.
“What do you think?” Channing asked Scarlett. “Does your sis have what it takes to defeat 3 chili dogs?”
“I think someone else will beat her to it,” Scarlett said with a sly smile. “After much consideration I’ve decided to go ahead with the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge.”
“I don’t know,” Channing chuckled. “Ellie’s already got one dog under her belt and she’s tearing into the next.”
“I’ll catch up,” Scarlett boasted. “I’m starving. You have no idea how fast I can eat when my stomach’s growling.”
“You don’t look like you could eat that much,” he said as he playfully poked Scarlett’s trim tummy, much to the anger of Ellie.
“True, I have to starve myself sometimes to stay this slender, but it just makes me all the more ravenous on those rare occasions when I decide to binge.”
“You have to finish bragging and start eating if you’re going to win,” Ellie cut in. “I’ll be done eating before you’re done talking about how great you look.”
Channing laughed and made the noise a cat makes when it attacks another cat because that was much like what was happening between the two sisters.
He fell silent when he heard another noise. This one came from deep within the entrails of Ellie and it seemed to be telling her she should stop eating.
“I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to beat the challenge after you throw up,” Scarlett quipped as she got up from the booth. Little did she know the noise had some from her sister’s lower intestine rather than her stomach.
Scarlett hit the bathroom and then officially entered the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. The first bite was so spicy she wanted to give the whole thing up, but she didn’t let the pain show on her face. Her fiery passion for Channing and her fiery jealousy toward Ellie gave her the power to withstand the fiery taste of the chili. True to her boasting, she was eating fast. Ellie slowed to a stop midway through the second dog. It looked like the newcomer had a chance. The spices sent Scarlett’s digestion into overdrive, however. She had to take several breaks just to get a grip on the pain in her innards.
An hour into the challenge both girls were progressing slowly. Channing had long since finished his meal and was watching them with rapt attention. They’d attracted a small crowd, mostly of acquaintances their own age. In a town this small familiar faces were never far away. Both Scarlett and Ellie ended up with a couple friends cheering them on. This had both positive and negative results. While both sisters were energized by knowing their friends wanted them to succeed, they were also embarrassed knowing their friends could see their obvious bodily discomfort and hear the ever-loudening gurgles of their digestive systems.
Both girls were halfway through the final dog when a loud blast of gas filled the air. Scarlett stopped eating, turned bright red, and timidly uttered the words “Excuse me.”
“I didn’t know you played the tuba,” Ellie said, provoking much laughter from the audience.
“You don’t have to excuse yourself,” Channing said. “You’re taking the Belly Buster Chili Cheese Challenge. You have permission to be gross.”
“You say such sweet things,” Scarlett gushed.
Ellie couldn’t believe it. She’d put so much effort into passing gas silently, but now her sister was getting rewarded with this wonderful guy’s attention for doing the opposite. She did the next thing that came to mind, but didn’t consider the consequences.
Ellie tilted her shapely bottom to the side until one cheek was freed from the plastic seat. “If we have permission to be gross then you won’t mind this.” She let it rip. It wasn’t as noisy as her sister’s production, but it was more than enough to get everyone’s attention.
“Copycat,” Scarlett spat.
Ellie was in no position to talk back. No one else knew, but she’d just make the inside of her panties warm and soggy. She had to adjust herself in the seat and tighten up some muscles to prevent more from coming out. She also had to recover from the surprise and stress of the near-accident. After a few deep breaths she was feeling much better.
To her horror she saw Scarlett put the last hunk of chili dog in her mouth.
“She’s finished!” someone yelled.
“No, half the chili fell out. She’s gotta eat that too.”
“I do,” Scarlett admitted. There was a lot left on her plate, and she wasn’t looking forward to eating it.
Ellie still had a chance. She grabbed the remaining half of her dog and shoved all she could into her mouth.
“Ow!” Scarlett yelled.
“You just ate a big chunk of pepper,” Channing said.
“I know!” she snapped right before she chugged half a glass of soda to put out the fire.
Ellie chewed vigorously. For a second she thought she was choking, but somehow she forced the whole mess down her gullet. She proudly looked at her plate, which she’d already cleaned of all the topping that fell off. With another bite this size she’d be done.
Scarlett was still making miserable noises. Everything hurt, from her scalded tongue all the way down to her clenched sphincter. “I hate to say this, but…” she stopped as she closed her eyes and clutched her belly. “I really hate to say this, but I have to go to the bathroom.”
“If you leave your seat you lose the challenge,” Ellie said in a sing-song voice.
“Then I lose,” said the disheartened Scarlett.
“Too bad,” said the cheerful Ellie as she wrapped her mouth around the last hunk of her meal.
Scarlett started to stand up, but stopped when she noticed her pants were falling down. She forgot she unbuckled her belt and unzipped her fly to let her waist expand. Now she quickly pulled the jeans up and put everything back into place.
“Magenta! Nice!” commented a boy who’d seen the top of her panties.
“Brapple ka-borf!” said Scarlett’s rear end. Everybody laughed.
Scarlett gasped, then looked overjoyed. “I feel a lot better!” She sat back down. “I think I can do this!”
Ellie was having a hard time with that last mouthful. The laughter made her start to choke. She tried to get the situation sorted with the food ball, her esophagus, and her trachea. In the end she had to spit most of it out. Channing grimaced in disgust and she blushed in embarrassment. In those few moments she had so much going on that she ignored her bottom. Suddenly she realized her cheeks weren’t as close together as they were a moment ago, and her panties were wetter and stickier than they were a moment ago. She clenched, but she was delaying the accident instead of preventing it.
“Now I have to go,” Ellie abruptly said as she rose from her seat.
Her friends said things like “Sit back down!” and “You can do it!” Across the table Scarlett was still working on the heap of chili, so it looked to them like Ellie had a chance. They didn’t know what was going on in her panties, however.
“I really have to go!” she said emphatically, and slid out of the booth. As soon as she was on her feet she was back off them. She fell on her hands and knees, then rearranged herself so her cheeks were together, she was sitting on her shoe, and both her hands were on her sputtering and stinging abdomen.
Channing shot out of his seat and knelt next to her.
“Are you all right?”
“I’ll be okay. I just need to get to the bathroom.” When she thought she had control, she took Channing’s hand and stood up. She immediately bent forward, clutching her gurgling guts once again.
Her cheeks parted and her rear end opened wide. “Frappity-frop splort!” it said as it turned the seat of her Capris into a lumpy brown eyesore.
She blushed furiously and felt the urge to cry. Her hands moved from her midsection to her face. She struggled to hold back her tears as she utterly failed to hold back her feces. Her long-suppressed colon churned out wave after wave of putrid semisolid waste with a multitude of loud and wet sounds.
“You poor thing,” Channing said. He hugged her despite the stench. She recovered her composure enough to thank him. Then he gave her his jacket to tie around her waist to hide her waste.
“I’m finished!” Scarlett announced triumphantly. There was applause from the people who’d gathered around, but Channing hardly noticed.
“Congratulations, sis,” Ellie said. “I’ll be leaving now. Channing’s car has vinyl upholstery so he can give me a ride home without ruining anything. I’ll see you later.”
Scarlett looked happy in the picture on the restaurant wall, but at the moment it was taken she was secretly regretful. For once in her life she wished she’d lost a contest. |
This is the 2nd Octo Expansion story i've made. The 1st can be found here:
Pearl and Marina were sitting on a bench in the Deep Sea Metro waiting for the Metro to arrive.
Pearl was looking back and forth at the clock on her phone and the rails of the Metro.
"Ugh...How long to we have to wait till that arrives?!" Pearl whined.
Marina took her eyes off her phone and looked around.
The Duo of idols were currently inside the Deep Sea Metro. They were there to look for someone named "Agent 3".
They've been looking around for an hour,But with no results.
And right now,They've spend 15 minutes waiting for the Metro to arrive so that they can head to the next station.
Luckily,They didn't have to wait much longer. As Marina could hear the sound of the Metro echoing.
"Finally...." Pearl said as she got up from the bench.
Upon getting up however,she felt a slight pain in her body.
She pressed her thighs together and let out a small whine.
Due to how hot it was outside of the Deep Sea Metro,Pearl had drank some soda from the Crust Bucket prior to entering the metro.
Now she was starting to regret it,As her bladder was quickly filled in all the time she spent looking for Agent 3.
"Pearlie,C'mon!" Pearl snapped out of her thoughts as she saw Marina motioning her to enter the train.
Pearl took a deep breath and entered the metro with her Octo friend.
The Metro started to move. Having some time to kill,Marina decided to pull out her laptop.
Pearl placed a hand between her thighs and started shaking her legs while she was sitting.
She looked everywhere while they were outside the Metro,But there didn't seem to be any bathrooms around.
"So Pearl,In wich station do you think we should look for next?" Pearl looked aside and saw Marina showing her the laptop screen.
"Ehh...This station." Pearl pointed at the station she was referring to.
She scooted away from Marina and sighed.
With no bathrooms in sight,her only option was to relieve herself outside in one of the stations.
A few minutes passed and the idol duo final arrived at the station.
Pearl got up and felt an even greater pain in her bladder than before.
This caused her to quickly place her hands between her legs while Marina wasn't looking.
Marina turned around,Causing Pearl to remove her hands while still pressing her thighs together.
Marina looked at the small squid with a concerned expression as they exited the Metro.
"What's up?" Pearl asked with a nervous smile.
"Pearlie? Is everything okay?" Marina then took a few steps towards her friend. "You look a bit nervous."
"Of course i'm okay!" Pearl winked and gave Marina a thumbs up.
Marina had her doubts,but she decided to shrug it off.
The two started walking around the station looking for any signs of agent 3.
With each step Pearl took,She could feel all the soda she drank sloshing inside her.
Pearl placed her hands between her legs and looked around.
It seemed hiding spots were pretty scarce in this station. And she couldn't just Pee right here in the open.
The duo continued to look around the station,But they still couldn't find Agent 3.
"It doesn't like they're here either." Marina said as she looked left and right.
"Well carp...." Pearl said as she fidgeted. A lot of minutes have passed while they were looking for the agent and pearl was very close to her limit.
"Pearlie?" Pearl looked at Marina and saw her staring at her.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" Marina asked as she seemed to notice Pearl's discomfort.
"What? No way! I'm fine!" Pearl said as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Pearlie...." All of the sudden,A loud Ring tone was heard.
Pearl yelped and quickly placed a hand between her legs.
She then stood upright and pulled out a Walkie-Talkie.
"What's up? You're speaking to M.C. Princess! AKA the Baroness of Bars! AKA Foreign Poli-" Pearl stopped her sentence when she heard a loud cough coming from the walkie talkie.
"Oh. Sup,Captain?" Pearl answered as she continued to fidget.
"Any luck with finding Agent 3?" The old voice from the Walkie Talkie asked.
"Nope." A loud sigh could be heard from the Walkie Talkie. "How are the tests going?" Pearl asked.
"Everything is going well. Agent 8 has already managed to collect one of the Thangs." The old voice said.
"Awesome. Well uhh,We'll let you know when we find agent 3 cap. Peace!" Pearl then let go off the Walkie Talkie button.
She then put the Walkie Talkie away only to see Marina standing there tapping her feet.
"What?" Pearl asked nervously.
"Pearlie,You don't have to lie to me...Do you have to go to the bathroom?" Marina asked as she crossed her arms.
"Well...Yes...But i can hold it till we get out of here!" Pearl said with a confident smile.
Marina shook her head.
"*Sigh* A'ight! Fine! I'm need to go very badly! I don't think i can hold it anymore!" Pearl blurted out and started doing a potty dance.
Marina was surprised by the sudden outburst,But nodded.
"Uhh...." Marina started looking around for a spot. "Oh! That seems like a good spot!" Pearl looked at where Marina was pointing and saw a car.
"Isn't that one of those cars from the "Ride with me" station?" Marina nodded.
"Yup. I don't think it's a problem if you go behind it." Pearl looked around and hesitated for a bit.
She then ran towards the car and looked around one last time.
"Go ahead,There's no one around." Marina said with a smile.
Pearl lifted her hoodie and pulled down her shorts and panties.
She then squatted down and exhaled. She then let out a small moan when a stream of Pink urine came out of her.
"Ohhh......Ahhh...." Pearl said as she could feel the relief overwhelming her.
She closed her eyes and relaxed as all the soda she's been holding escaped from her body.
As she continued peeing,She could hear Marina taking some steps towards her.
"Huh? Marina? What are you-" Marina then unzipped her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties.
She then squatted next to Pearl as a green stream jetted out of her.
Marina let out a sigh. "Sorry...I didn't realize how badly I needed to go until just now....ahh..." Marina closed her eyes and let out another sigh.
Pearl smiled and looked down as she could feel her stream weaken.
A couple of drops then escape from Pearl. She then got up and pulled her shorts back up.
"Remind me to never drink so much Soda before we go on a big search." Marina giggled as her stream weakened.
She pulled up her pants and zipped them back up.
"So then....Wich station should we look for next?" Pearl asked with a smile.
The duo started walking while Marina pulled out her laptop to look for another station.
Pearl was finally able to walk around with a confident smile now that she emptied her Ink Tank. |
I've been writing Dutch omorashi stories since 2012, the first ten of which can be found on my site Vochtige Verhalen.
So far I've been reluctant to translate my stories to English, mainly because of the massive amount of work it involves. But today, seven years after first writing it, I finally managed to finish the translation of my very first story. In my opinion it's not the best story I've written, but it was good training material for practicing translating.
Please tell me what you think of it, and don't hesitate to correct me if you notice any mistakes in my English.
Susan’s discovery
The barrier of the virtually deserted parking lot automatically opened when she approached. Susan took a look at the clock in the dashboard. Half past six. It was going to be a close call, but if traffic wouldn’t let her down she should be able to reach home and change clothes in less than an hour. She dismissed the idea to take time for a proper meal on the way and drive to the wedding directly. Today of all days she had picked her comfortable blue jeans and red top. There was no way she could turn up at the party in those. Dinner would have to go by the board. She cursed her lack of assertiveness, that had kept her from leaving the overrun meeting early.
It came to Susan’s mind that it wouldn’t have been a bad idea to drop by the restroom afterwards. The three cups of tea she had drunk that afternoon slowly started to put a strain on her bladder.
A gas station appeared at the horizon. She decided to make a pit stop there. She pulled her car to the right side of the road, but when she reached the exit lane, she changed her mind: she was making good progress, and visiting the messy Shell toilets would take her at least five minutes. Since she had left later, all regular traffic jams had already vanished. It would probably take her as few as twenty minutes to get home. She steered back to the left lane and stepped on the gas. She cheerfully sang along with a song on the radio.
Then she saw flashing speed limit signs in the distance. “Shit,” she mumbled, hitting the brake. She damned herself for being so stupid: only one hour before the wedding party of her boyfriend’s best buddy she had managed to get stuck in traffic. And to make things worse, she had to pee! With traffic coming to a halt, her appartment suddenly seemed much further away. At the same time her bladder felt much fuller than just a minute ago. She hoped traffic would soon speed up again.
Half an hour later, Susan had only progressed a few miles. She had heard the discouraging radio announcement that a truck had overturned, and that all traffic was detoured along a narrow back road. Now an immense stream of cars slowly moved to that bottleneck. She had texted Will he should already go to the party, but that sweetheart had replied he would wait for her in her apartment.
By now, the pressure on her bladder was overwhelming. Susan realised things might go terribly wrong. Images of her childhood entered her mind. At age twelve, she had peed her pants for the last time. Precisely during highschool bootcamp, at which the pecking order for the upcoming school year was established. During a hike in the woods, with countless opportunities to squat down unseen, she had been too shy to tell the other kids she needed a pee break. She could still vividly recall the humiliation she had felt when her classmates stared at her in disbelief. It had been a traumatic experience. Months later she had still been unable to walk through school without seeing people nudge each other as she passed. It was only due to the fact that her family had moved to the other side of the country shortly afterwards, that the incident hadn’t ruined her whole school career.
Today, at age 28, she had again gotten herself into an awkward predicament. Her bladder was about to burst, but she didn’t have the slightest prospect of reaching toilet facilities anytime soon. Why had she failed to just take the exit to the gas station? The thought that she might pee her pants, made her break out in sweat. Pressing her hand between her legs, she pondered her options.
The emergency lane was being used as a rush-hour lane, so it was impossible to pull over and pee behind the guardrail. For a second she considered pulling down her pants and attempting to pee in an empty water bottle. Almost instantly she rejected the idea. Driving in a queue of traffic, even a man would find it a daunting task. If she’d try it herself, it would undoubtedly result in a watery affair. On the floor in front of the passenger seat, she saw a plastic grocery bag. If she put that on her seat, at least she wouldn’t ruin the fabric. She grabbed the bag and clumsily pulled it underneath her buttocks. In case of emergency only, she told herself. She would do everything in her power to avoid wetting her pants.
The next moment Susan felt a spurt of warm fluid escape from her body. She saw the crotch of her jeans turn dark blue. “Fuck!” In a desperate effort to avert a disaster, she squeezed her thighs tightly together. But she was fighting the inevitable: a second squirt soaked her briefs and reached the back of her pants. The wet fabric on her skin made it even harder to resist the urge to pee. She pressed her hand tightly against her crotch. For a few instants, she managed to put off the point of no return, but at a bump in the road a third flow announced itself. Susan fiercely tried to get back in charge of her bladder, but for ten endless seconds, her pee uncontrollably kept gushing out of her. Then she regained control over her stressed pelvic floor muscles. She still felt a strong urge, but she was determined to prevent further damage.
Susan looked out of the window. Most drivers around her were killing time picking their nose, or pounding their wheel in frustration. The man in the car at her left smiled at her. Was he flirting with her? He’d be surprised to know what had just happened! A shiver went down her body. Her great fear had come true: she had peed her pants, surrounded by countless unsuspecting road users.
Susan inspected the ravage she had caused. The front of her pants was wet around the spot where her pee had left her body. Otherwise, that side hadn’t suffered much damage. But because most water had flowed to the lowest point, the back of her jeans was completely drenched. How was she going to get out of her car without people noticing that? It came to her mind she could use her coat for that. If she’d wrap it around her waist, the back side would hide her wet butt from view. With her purse in front of her crotch she could shield the damage at her front side. In that way, she should be able to bridge the distance between her car and her apartment.
With a shock she realized that her lover was waiting for her at her place. Will, who always made her feel like a real lady. In the two months they had been together, he had treated her like a princess. She absolutely didn’t want him to find out that, in reality, he had hooked up with an incontinent woman, who peed her pants like a little girl. She hastily keyed in Will’s phone number.
“Hello?”
“Hi honey, it’s me. Listen, I’m stuck in traffic. It’s gonna take me a long time to get home. You’d better go to the party now. After all, Patrick is your best friend. I will join you later on.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for you?”
“Yes, I’m sure. You’d better hurry.”
“Are you okay?” Will asked concerned. “Your voice sounds so strange.”
“Yes, I am fine.” Susan did her best to sound convincing. “Everything’s under control here.” While she said it, she took a shameful glance at the wet crotch of her pants. “Just go, I will see you in a while.”
To her relief Will agreed with her proposal. Shortly after that, she reached the end of the detour. She could continue her way home at full speed.
When Susan arrived at the apartment building, she first called her own landline. She let the phone ring as long as possible. No one answered it, so Will was already gone: the coast was clear! She parked her car as close to the entrance as she could. She opened the door, observed the surroundings and got out. Lightning fast she tied her coat around her waist. She assured herself that it fully covered her behind, and quickly grabbed her handbag from the driver’s seat. Holding her bag in front of her pants two-handedly, well aware of the unnatural look of this, she hurried to the entrance of the building. To avoid awkward encounters in the elevator, she took the stairs to the eighth floor.
Without meeting anyone, she reached her front door. She unzipped her purse and started searching for her house keys. Where were those damn things? If they were lost, she’d have another huge problem: she still urgently needed to go to the toilet, and in her current state she couldn’t ask her neighbours for help. Luckily, she found them in the side pocket. She slung her bag over her shoulder and put the key in the lock.
“Hello Susan,” she heard to her left. In a reflex she turned to the direction of the sound. Two seconds late she remembered to put her bag in front of her wet pants. Before her stood Mrs. Klump from number 809. She was an elderly lady who, in one way or another, always knew about all private details of her neighbours’ lifes, and never hesitated to share those with others. “Will told me you’re expected at a wedding, but insist on changing clothes at home.” She observed Susan extensively. “Girl, with a figure like that I’d even dare to show up at a party in tattered rags.”
Susan forced a smile. Her heart was in her mouth. Apparently, falling dusk had worked to her advantage, and had kept Mrs. Klump from noticing the pee stain in her pants. Otherwise the old lady, who was notorious for her indiscretion, would certainly have asked about the how and why. The next day, every single person in the building would have known about her embarrassing incident...
A moment later Susan could close the front door behind her. She released a breath of relief. She had made it to her apartment without anyone finding out about her shameful state! She untied her protecting coat. She walked to the bedroom and watched herself in the big mirror. She saw a grown-up woman who had pissed her pants. In some strange way, being In the safety of her own home now, she could actually see the humor of it. “Oh Susan, you naughty girl,” she smiled at herself. She looked at her wet butt, the modest damp stain around her crotch and her mostly still dry legs. She was about to go to the bathroom when she was struck by a peculiar thought: she had released half her bladder content in her jeans already, so why not the other half as well? Still in front of the mirror, she struck a wide-legged pose and relaxed.
She felt how her panties were filled with warmth again. The wet spot in her crotch quickly expanded, to find its way down her legs in two elongated trails. Seconds later, her pee splashed onto the laminated floor.
To her surprise, she realized the wet fabric on her body got her aroused. She felt a pleasant tingle between her legs. She quickly undid her zipper and pulled down her pants. In her soaking wet panties, her hand found her moist genitals. In less than no time she brought herself to a shuddering climax.
“So, did anything special happen today?” Will asked after Susan had joined him.
“No, nothing at all,” she lied, “only a boring day at work, and an even more boring traffic jam.”
Back at home, the laundry machine erased the last traces of her secret adventure. |
Note: This is an Equestria Girls fanfic.
Wet Camping Night
The Equestria Girls sat around the campfire in the evening. They had already set up their tents, and were telling campfire stories.
"Here's one," said Rainbow Dash. "One time, two guys went camping at this very campsite. As soon as the full moon rose into the sky, they could hear a wolf howling. One of them thought it was a werewolf. The other didn't believe in werewolves, and walked into the woods to prove it was a dog or something. Then, two werewolves returned, and one of them was dressed in the camper's outfit. No one ever saw either of the two campers again."
Fluttershy shuddered. "So there are two werewolves at this camp? Maybe... maybe three?" She looked up at the sky. A full moon was visible. She let out a frightened squeal.
"Oh, don't worry about it, sugarcube," said Applejack. "There ain't no such thing as werewolves. Besides, if no one ever saw the campers again, how would anyone know what happened? Dash just made that up."
Fluttershy felt a bit reassured.
After telling more campfire stories and roasting marshmallows, the girls changed into their pajamas and went into their tents. There were two tents they set up. Twilight, Sunset, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack were inside one, and Fluttershy, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie were inside the other.
...
Fluttershy woke up in the middle of the night. The first thing she realized was that she really needed to pee. She had drank a lot last night and hadn't used the bathroom before going to bed.
She really didn't want to get out of her tent in the dark. She tried to remind herself, any animals she could possibly run into at this campsite would be friendly and even provide some company on her trip to the outhouse.
But then she remembered Rainbow Dash's story of the werewolf. What if the werewolves were really out there? What if they were just waiting for someone to come out and bite them? Whether they'd make their victims their dinner or turn them, neither sounded appealing to Fluttershy.
But her need to pee grew, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it all night.
She took a deep breath and remembered what Applejack had said. Whatever magic existed already, where was no such thing as werewolves, and even if there was, Rainbow Dash had to have made it up, or else no one could have known the story. She took a few more deep breaths, and quietly got out of her sleeping bag, so as to not awaken Rarity and Pinkie Pie.
She had just reached the entrance to the tent and was about to open it when she heard the sound she had been dreading all night.
The howl of a wolf. And it sounded like it was close, and in the direction of the outhouse, no less.
Fluttershy's face turned white and she quickly got back in her sleeping bag. No matter what else, she didn't want to be the werewolf's next victim. She'd just have to wet the bed tonight.
She held it in for another minute, but her fear accelerated how fast it took her to lose control. She quickly felt her pink pajama pants grow warm and wet. The sound of her pee spraying against her pants could easily be heard, and the scent of urine was in the air. If Rarity or Pinkie Pie were awake, they'd notice for sure. Fluttershy sighed in both relief and embarrassment.
Another howl could be heard, louder than last time. Fluttershy's heart started beating faster, and her stream became stronger, but the werewolf didn't seem to be trying to enter her tent. Rarity and Pinkie Pie stayed asleep.
Once she finished peeing, Fluttershy closed her eyes. Her pajama pants were drenched, and there were some major wet spots on her sleeping bag, but after about ten minutes she was able to get back to sleep.
...
She woke up to the sound of the rooster. At first, she had forgotten what had happened last night. She realized she felt wet, and noticed the strong pee smell. She felt her pants, sat up, and blushed, thinking she'd peed in her sleep, which she had not done in many years. Then she remembered her accident the previous night. It was daytime now, so the werewolf wouldn't be a threat now.
Rarity and Pinkie Pie woke up, and walked over to Fluttershy.
"Good morning, Fluttershy." Rarity sniffed. "What is that smell?"
Fluttershy blushed. "I... I didn't mean to... I heard a werewolf outside, and I didn't want to walk to the outhouse..."
"Oh, you poor dear," said Rarity. "It's all right, darling. You just need to rinse off in the river, and we'll hang your pajamas up to dry."
"What about my sleeping bag?"
"We'll rinse it and dry it too!" said Pinkie. "Don't feel too bad. The same thing happened to me once."
Fluttershy felt a bit better that her friends weren't disgusted or making fun of her. She walked outside, hoping to get to the river unnoticed. But Twilight, Sunset, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash were already outside. Rainbow Dash turned towards her first.
"Good morning Flutter... Whoa. What happened?"
Fluttershy blushed again. "I woke up in the middle of the night, and I needed to make a trip to the outhouse, but I heard a werewolf outside, and... I just couldn't hold it."
"Oh. I'm really sorry, Fluttershy. That was me howling outside. I thought it was a funny idea of a prank after telling that story."
"I knew it was you as soon as I saw your sleepin' bag was empty," said Applejack.
"Oh, come on!" said Rainbow Dash. "So all I really did was make Fluttershy wet herself?"
The other girls nodded.
"I hope you don't hate me for that," Rainbow said to Fluttershy. "I could understand if you did."
"Oh, it's all right. I know you didn't mean to. I'd hug you, but... you know..."
Rainbow gave Fluttershy a hug, not caring that she was getting her pee on her pajamas. Fluttershy felt much better now, and walked down to the river to rinse off.
"Oh, I really gotta pee too," said Pinkie Pie, and she ran toward the outhouse, but Rarity was already inside. Pinkie knocked on the door. "Are you almost done in there?"
"I'm going to be a minute," came Rarity's voice from the inside.
"Oh well." Pinkie let go and started to pee in her blue pajamas. Rarity heard her sigh of relief and chuckled to herself. |
This was a request from @sandiego78. I don't do a lot of female wetting, but I *do* do a lot of hurt/comfort! Enjoy!
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Stella Bettio stumbled, breathless, into the classroom at the end of the hall, sliding into her seat just as the bell rang. Panting, she initially stared down at her lap, but then shyly looked up to see an encouraging smile from Miss Heston.
Cherice Heston was only in her second year of teaching English Literature at Linville High School. She definitely felt more confident than she did in her first year, but she still didn’t feel completely settled and authoritative. There were still plenty of things students did and said that could catch her off guard. Still, Cherice loved her job, and loved getting to know her students, and Stella was one of her current favorites.
Stella was an 18-year-old senior, tiny but strong. Yes, she was a good student – quiet, a trait always appreciated by English teachers – but Cherice had developed a close relationship with Stella over the year. A short woman herself, Cherice had recognized a fellow gymnast in Stella the first day of classes. When Stella took to stopping by Cherice’s classroom after school to discuss the finer points of The Handmaid’s Tale, Cherice was eventually able to work gymnastics into the conversation and got confirmation that, yes, Stella had trained at a very high level for a very long time.
It had taken months for Cherice to get more of the full story, and when she did, it was told in an almost casual way. Cherice had formed her hypotheses, of course, mistreatment of young girls in intense training situations being so common, unfortunately, but she knew that she wasn’t entitled to Stella’s story.
It had been a chilly afternoon in late November, just after Thanksgiving break, when Stella had calmly mentioned some of what her former coach had done to her. Cherice had started to say how sorry she was, but Stella had just very deliberately moved onto another part of the conversation, making it clear that she wasn’t up for a dialogue.
She’d mentioned a few more things over the following weeks, but only ever as one-offs, horrific tidbits thrown into otherwise standard conversations. Cherice came to understand that pretty much no one in the entire school knew what Stella had gone through and that Stella was sharing exactly as much as she was comfortable with.
So Cherice continued to welcome the student into her classroom after school, where they would chat over a jigsaw puzzle (Cherice loved puzzles and always kept one in her classroom – at least 1000 pieces – for her students to work on if they needed a break). Cherice was determined to provide the kind of support that Stella needed, even if that meant shutting up and not asking any questions.
So it didn’t cross Cherice’s mind to ask why Stella was almost late to class, not that she’d ever call her out on it, anyway. She just proceeded with her lesson – they were in the middle of Last of the Mohicans – leading the class in a discussion of colonialism.
In her seat, Stella could barely pay attention to the information. She never cut it so close getting to Miss Heston’s class, but today, Señora Cortez had kept her after class for a few extra minutes to talk about the AP Spanish exam. Of course, it made her feel bad that she was almost late to English, but more importantly, she had missed her midday bathroom break.
Stella shifted in her seat, settling in as much as the old, hard desk would allow. English was her last class before lunch, and because she had the latest lunch period, she couldn’t always wait until then to use the restroom. Because the Spanish and English classrooms were in the same hallway, she’d developed a habit of going to the bathroom between those two classes, taking a quick pee before going to Miss Heston’s class. Today, she missed that chance and was now sitting nervously in her desk, frantically trying to figure out if she’d be able to make it the whole 50 minutes of class.
Under other circumstances – that is, if her bladder was exactly this full, but she wasn’t at school, and she wasn’t aware that she’d just been denied a regular opportunity to use the bathroom – Stella would have almost certainly been fine. But now, the anxiety of being in class (even though she sat in the back) was causing her need to spike, and she was uncomfortably desperate.
And they were only five minutes into class.
Stella tried to focus. She genuinely liked Last of the Mohicans; Miss Heston would occasionally give them quiet reading time in class, and she’d play the soaring, violin-heavy score from the movie adaptation with Daniel Day-Lewis. Stella knew that a lot of her classmates got bored with the excessive descriptions of nature, but she liked being able to picture the vast settings.
Today, however, she couldn’t do it. She rarely participated in class discussion, but she was almost always attentive, listening to her classmates' comments and questions. She often bring up her own ideas after school, during her visits to Miss Heston’s classroom, but today, all of her attention was on her bladder.
Her thoughts were sliding, careening toward a dark place as class went on, and she couldn’t control them. The remaining rational part of her brain as telling her that she was 18, not 8, and that needing to pee wasn’t a moral failure.
But the deeply-ingrained part of her that said that she had to hold it or else was becoming more powerful. And more terrifying.
Cherice tried not to look at Stella too much as she taught; she didn’t want to draw attention to the girl. But Stella was clearly uncomfortable, at best. She hadn’t looked up from her desk once, and she looked tense and fidgety. Cherice was starting to worry.
In the back of the room, Stella wound her fingers together under the desk. There was still a half hour left in class, and all she could think about was getting to the bathroom. Well, more accurately, all she could think about was not having an accident.
Stella was slipping. With every second that ticked by, she was drawn further and further back to her old gym, her coach standing on the mats, alternating between booming shouts and unnerving growls. Then, in private lessons, his voice would flip to low and silky, a voice that 8-year-olds should never hear. She always wanted to please him, to make him happy, yearning for those instances when he would look genuinely pleased and proud of her.
Of course, those moments were few and far between, and she spent much more time feeling like she did now – sweaty, tense, and scared. She hated that feeling and thought she’d gotten past it, but here she was, a senior in high school, sitting in class with her favorite teacher, utterly unsure of whether or not she’d be able to make it to the end of class with her underwear dry.
Stella’s shifting took on a more obvious quality, and Cherice realized that her student had to use the restroom. The teacher’s thoughts raced as she tried to balance teaching with her concern for Stella. She was convinced that calling Stella out, asking her to go on some errand or something, would only embarrass the girl and possibly damage the trust in their relationship. Perhaps should could think of some excuse to let class out a few minutes early…
“…but if Magua is the bad guy, then how are we supposed to understand the impact of colonialism?” another student was asking.
Cherice blinked, grateful for her familiarity with both the class and the source material. “That’s a great question,” she replied, risking another glance back toward Stella, who still hadn’t lifted her head, “and many people don’t actually stop to consider anything beyond just a single ‘bad guy’ in a story…”
Stella was only vaguely aware that Miss Heston was talking and certainly wasn’t internalizing any of the lesson. She desperately wanted to hold herself, to shove a hand between her legs. There was no doubt that such an action would have made it certain that she’d last until the end of class, but she just couldn’t do it.
What are you doing?! Filthy girl! Get your hands away from yourself!
Shuddering at the unbidden memory, Stella clenched her hands under her desk. She was definitely shaking now, and perilously close to being too lost in her old trauma to even focus on the implications of losing control of her urine in a high school classroom.
Dirty brat…
Up front, Cherice would have sworn she saw tears in Stella’s eyes. She wanted to help so badly, but hadn’t been able to think of a reasonable solution. She couldn’t let the class go early, because some of the students weren’t going to lunch, and she’d get in trouble if she let them loose in the hallways, and she’s already dismissed any thought of singling out Stella and letting her leave (not that Cherice had been able to think of a good lie as a cover for that story, anyway). All she could do was hope that Stella could hang on for the last few minutes of class.
Glancing at the clock, Cherice started to wind down the discussion. She hated the thought of cutting off curious and engaged students, but she didn’t want to end up in a situation where the class ran over. She wanted to make sure the students – well, Stella, obviously – could stand up as soon as the bell rang.
There were just five minutes left in class, and Cherice could tell her plan was working. Most of the students were shuffling at their desks, making the kind of unsubtle movements that meant they wanted to start packing up their things, but hadn’t gotten permission just yet. Cherice refrained from sighing in relief as she finished answering one more question.
“I think we’ll stop here for today,” she said authoritatively with three minutes left before the bell. Instantly, the noise in the room amplified as students started openly picking up their things.
Cherice allowed herself a small smile. She’d made it, she’d-
“Oh my god!”
A burst of noise, different than the general sounds of shuffling, arose from the back of the room. Cherice’s stomach dropped as she saw a bunch of eyes fixed on the still-seated Stella.
Pale yellow liquid streamed down all sides of Stella’s chair. The girl stared at her desk, not quite oblivious to the snickering of her classmates.
“What the hell?”
“Miss Heston, can you…” Another girl gestured unnecessarily toward Stella’s trembling form, a disgusted sneer on her face.
Cherice couldn’t speak for a several seconds; she just slowly walked toward the back corner of the room, pushing her way through the smirking, murmuring students.
“That’s enough,” Cherice finally said, raising her voice more than she would have liked. “Please line up by the door – class is almost over.”
A few students didn’t move right away, but thankfully, the bell rang seconds after Cherice finished speaker, and that was enough to urge the class out the door. The last student, actually looking sympathetic instead of amused, shut the door behind him, muffling the sounds from the filling hallway.
Stella’s heart beat so hard, it almost hurt. She wasn’t sure if she was still peeing or not. She hadn’t even really noticed when she’d started – all of a sudden, she’d actually been having an accident instead of barely holding back.
Her head spun. It had been a long time since she’d been in front of an authority figure, soaked in pee, but the sensation took her right back to childhood, and she felt like a giant band was being squeezed around her chest.
In the relative quiet, Cherice took a step toward Stella. The girl hadn’t moved. She looked positively frozen in place, every muscle in her body clenched, and her breaths were so shallow, Cherice was worried she’d pass out.
“Stella…” Cherice whispered, taking another step.
Stella twitched at the sound. Even though her head was down, Cherice could see the fine sheen of tears in the girl’s eyes, held in place by sheer will. Or terror.
Cherice stood for a second, hand half reached out. She wanted nothing more than wrap the girl into the tightest hug, holding her as long as necessary, but Stella looked utterly petrified, and Cherice knew enough to know that touching her right now would probably make things worse.
“Stella,” she said again, even softer. “You’re safe. It’s OK.”
Stella quivered from head to toe, but didn’t jerk back, so Cherice slowly and quietly sat in the desk in front of her, facing backward toward her student.
“Stella,” she repeated, voice low and soothing. “I promise you’re safe here. No one is going to hurt you. No one is going to get mad. I’m not mad,” she promised earnestly.
Stella still didn’t look up, but she looked ever so slightly less tense.
“You can stay here as long as you want,” Cherice continued, keeping her voice low and even. “I don’t have a class this period, so you’re safe here.”
Finally, cautiously, Stella raised her eyes. Her chin still trembled, and the look she gave Miss Heston was one of pure supplication, silently begging for reprieve, for forgiveness, for mercy.
Even as her heart broke, Cherice maintained eye contact, gazing at Stella with every bit of reassurance she could manage.
“I promise,” she soothed. “I’m not mad. It’s OK.”
Stella stared for another second, and then her face crumbled into quaking, painful sobs. She cried like she was releasing years of bottled up shame and terror through a drinking straw, like she had too much anguish to let out in an orderly fashion.
Cherice leaned forward as Stella collapsed onto her desk. The teacher reached out and stroked along the back of Stella’s head, gently running her fingers through the girls hair, whispering reassurances while she cried.
“It’s OK, sweetheart, it’s OK. You’ll be OK, don’t worry.”
Stella’s entire body heaved as she cried into her arms. For an indeterminate amount of time, teacher and student sat in a half-embrace, the only sound in the classroom Stella’s sobs.
“I’m sorryyyyyyy,” she wept, her voice muffled against the desk. “I didn’t m-mean toooooooo!”
“Shhhhh,” Cherice whispered, still brushing her hand along Stella’s hair. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Stella. It was just an accident.”
Stella cried a little bit harder, feeling the wetness all through her underwear, the fabric of her skirt chilly and sticky beneath her. She’d completely peed herself in high school, in the middle of class. All of her classmates had known what happened, and, as far as they must be concerned, it was for no reason. It’s not like she even asked to go to the bathroom, or was doing anything important. She’d just been sitting in a regular class and decided to pee in her chair like a belligerent toddler.
“Please breathe, sweetie,” Cherice pleaded. “It’s going to be OK.”
Leaning into Miss Heston’s gentle touch, Stella felt a shiver of release go through her body. She was exhausted from crying and from humiliation, and she knew she was almost all cried out.
She inhaled deeply, listening to Miss Heston’s repeated reassurances. With one final sniffle, Stella sat up and looked at the kind, earnest face of her teacher.
Stella could tell that Miss Heston wanted to fix things. She probably felt like it was her fault somehow, that she hadn’t done enough to make Stella feel safe, and Stella felt an extra layer of guilt for making her teacher worry.
Cherice didn’t speak right away; she let Stella take a few minutes to compose herself (as much as one could while sitting in a puddle of their own making). She did, in fact, want to fix things, but only at Stella’s own pace.
“I’m sorry,” Stella finally mumbled, wiping the back of her hand across her nose.
“Oh, honey…”
Stella shook her head, cutting off Miss Heston’s consolation. “I…” she stammered, “I know that you would have let me have a hall pass, and I’m not, like, scared of you or anything.”
Cherice frowned sympathetically. She was at least pleased to hear that Stella hadn’t thought that she would have been denied permission to use the restroom, but she knew that the girl’s trauma ran deeper than that, anyway.
Stella looked like she wanted to keep talking, but gulped instead, trying to steady herself.
“Honey, is there anything I can do?” Cherice asked, filling the silence.
Stella shrugged and wiped at her eyes. “It’s not your fault,” she said, not exactly answering the question.
Cherice sighed. She correctly assumed that Stella’s accident was related to what her old coach had done to her, but she wasn’t sure why or how. She figured by now that Stella wasn’t going to offer any more information about her abuse, at least not at the moment, so she decided to try a different tack.
“What was different today, honey?” she asked. “I don’t think you’ve ever had to go to the bathroom during my class before.”
Stella’s eyes re-watered. The acute humiliation of wetting herself as a senior in high school wasn’t going to go away any time soon, and she had to take another few breaths before she could answer.
“I…” she whispered, feeling young and a bit silly, “I usually go after Spanish, but Señora Cortez wanted to talk about the AP exam today, and I didn’t want to be late.”
Cherice nodded, grateful for a distinctly solvable problem. Granted, her pending solution would have made a much bigger impact before the girl had an accident in class, but still.
“I’m sorry that happened, Stella,” she said quietly. She paused to let her sympathy sink in before offering her suggestion.
“If that ever happens again,” she began cautiously, not wanted to actually suggest that Stella would ever be at risk for peeing on herself again, “you can go to the bathroom. You can be late to my class, and I won’t write you up.”
Stella bit her lower lip. “Everyone will know,” she whispered. “If I come in late, and you don’t write me up, everyone will know that you’re giving me special treatment because I…”
Inhaling, Cherice thought quickly. She patted Stella’s hand and stood up, walking briskly to her own desk at the front of the room. She rifled through a stack of papers until she found the envelope she was looking for.
“Here,” she said, handing it to Stella, “keep this with your supplies for my class. It’s a note from the administration, to me. If you ever have to be late again, you pull this out, and we’ll act like you were running an errand for me.”
Stella looked up, eyes shining with tears again. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Cherice promised. “I don’t think you’ll ever have to use it, but we have it, just in case.”
Stella sniffled again, taking the envelope. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Cherice smiled and held out her hand. “Ready to get cleaned up, honey?” she asked.
Glancing down briefly, Stella nodded. She rose to her feet, but started shaking when she saw the full size of her mess.
This time, Cherice didn’t hesitate before wrapping the teen in her arms. Stella whimpered against her teacher’s shoulder, still trembly from the emotional demands of the past hour.
“You’re OK,” Cherice murmured, holding Stella tightly. “You’re OK.”
Stella nodded deliberately, standing up straight, letting Miss Heston release her. The teacher smiled encouragingly, and Stella smiled shakily in return.
“I’ll clean up here,” Cherice promised. “You just go take care of yourself. Come get me if you need anything.”
Stella nodded again and headed to the door, looking to make sure the hallway was empty before sneaking out to her locker.
Cherice watched for a moment after Stella left, then turned back to the puddle on the floor, knowing that the mess she was about to clean up was nothing compared to the mess that Stella had to face in her own mind every day. |
I managed to eke out one more chapter in Stella's story. I hope you like it!
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“You ready?”
Stella drew in a breath and paused before nodding. “I actually think I’ll do better this time because I’ve taken it once already. I know what it’s like.”
Cherice nodded, pleased with her student’s response. It was 7:30 on Saturday morning, and Cherice had just picked up Stella to drive her to the high school for the ACT. Stella had already taken the exam once and gotten a good enough score to get her into her top choice college, but she’d been advised that scoring 2 points higher would make her eligible for a full-tuition scholarship.
Stella’s parents were out of town, and Linville High was an official testing location, so Cherice had willingly offered to drive Stella to the school. She’d do some grading in her classroom while Stella took the test in the computer room.
It had been a month since Stella’s accident in Cherice’s English class. They hadn’t spoken about it directly – Stella hadn’t brought it up, and Cherice hadn’t pushed – but Stella had continued her habit of visiting Cherice’s classroom after hours, working on puzzles and chatting.
Of course, Cherice wanted to know more about Stella’s experience. Not that she wanted the details of the girl’s trauma, but seeing an 18-year-old wet her pants without even so much as asking to use the restroom spoke to a wound that still hadn’t fully healed.
They reached the school in plenty of time. Cherice never said it, but she wanted to make sure Stella had time to go to the bathroom before the text began.
“Just come get me when you’re done,” Cherice told her student before they went their separate ways. She reached out and clasped Stella’s arm. “Good luck!”
Stella smiled gently and turned toward the testing room. She actually liked standardized tests and didn’t feel too stressed about taking the ACT again.
She rounded the corner and approached the check-in table, ID ready. Even though Linville was hosting the exam, the proctors were from other schools in the county, so no students were seen as having a full “home court” advantage. Stella didn’t recognize the woman at the check-in, but she seemed nice enough.
Stella knew the computer program wouldn’t “unlock” until 8:00 exactly, so she just sat at her assigned station and scrolled through her phone. She knew that some testing locations had students turn in their phones before entering the room, but Linville had a set of smaller rooms that made it much easier for proctors to see and hear any illicit electronic usage. Therefore, the rules just stated that students had to turn off their phones – a proctor would examine each one to make sure it was truly turned off – before the test began.
Other students filed in as the start of the test approached. There were at least 3 adjacent computer rooms being used, with a proctor from a different school in each of them. The current staff in Stella’s room was a tall, elderly woman who introduced herself as Mrs. Davis from Canterburg Prep the next town over.
Mrs. Davis read the official instructions, then oversaw the students turn off their phones and turn on the computer. At exactly 8:00, the first questions appeared, and Stella and her fellow test-takers began.
Stella moved methodically through the English section. It had been her highest-scoring section last time, so the comparative ease of the questions helped bolster her confidence.
After the first section, there was a very brief break, just long enough to stretch and give her eyes a short break from the screen. In the back of the room, Stella focused on her computer screen, ready to start the math section, but she looked up when the proctor began to read the instructions.
Instead of Mrs. Davis, it was a new teacher. Apparently, this time, the proctors switched between rooms, and now, Stella’s room was being overseen by an older gentleman who Stella recognized as the basketball coach from the biggest school in the county. The shock was a minor one, and Stella proceeded to complete the math section with little trepidation.
Math had been Stella’s lowest-scoring section last time, so she’d spent most of her study time working on strategies and common types of questions. She paid close attention to each question, making sure not to make any silly mistakes. Though they wouldn’t get their scores for a few weeks, she felt reasonably confident about her performance.
Now halfway through the test, the students were given a proper break – fifteen minutes for snacks, walking around, and bathroom breaks. Stella took the first few minutes to stretch, dispose of her scratch paper from the math section, and eat a granola bar. She let her mind wander, taking a much-needed mental break from the multiple choice questions.
Eventually, she wandered out of the testing room and toward the restrooms. She knew she could pee, but she wasn’t close to desperate. Still, she’d rather be as empty as possible for the remaining two sections of the test.
Stella rounded the corner and cringed. There was a line for the women’s restroom, and Stella soon realized that the girls’ track team must be having an early practice and were in the middle of their own break.
She glanced at her watch and bit her lip. There were only five minutes left in the break, and she didn’t want to risk being late. Although her nerves spiked at the idea of not using the bathroom, a quick body scan told her that she would easily be able to make it through the remainder of the test.
Sighing, Stella returned to the computer room and barely noticed the new proctor. The moderate confidence she’d held throughout the first half of the test was gone; now, she just wanted finish. She could combine her scores – take the higher of the scores from each section – and she’d done the best on reading last time, so she wasn’t overly worried about how her nerves would affect her overall chances at the scholarship now.
The proctor read the instructions, and the next section began. Without overtly noticing it, Stella relaxed a bit. She loved to read, and even though the passages in standardized tests weren’t exactly thrilling material, she still enjoyed it and was found most of the questions fairly easy.
Before she knew it, time was being called. Stella stretched her legs, preparing for the final section of the exam. As she stretched, she felt her filling bladder. It still wasn’t awful, but she checked her watch anyway, knowing that it wouldn’t show her that she had enough time for a quick bathroom break.
“The science section will begin in two minutes.”
Stella casually turned to look at the latest proctor, the last volunteer to switch into her room, and froze.
The teacher standing in the middle of the room this time was young and quite well-muscled, with dark hair and thick eyebrows. He stood with his arms folded, in the way that many young, well-muscled men in positions of minor authority tend to stand.
Stella’s heart started to beat faster. She tried to calm herself, mentally repeating that this obviously was a different person, and there were plenty of differences in their appearances, but these thoughts were drowned out by a single, undeniable coincidence.
The teacher looked like her old coach.
Stella’s body went numb for half a second, but she tensed up when she felt herself nearly leak into her underwear. She spun back around to face her computer screen, her thoughts careening wildly between traumatic flashes of memory and attempts to focus on the remaining test section.
The proctor’s voice was a drone. Stella didn’t pay attention to a word of the required instructions, not that she needed it at this point. She squared her shoulders deliberately forward, away from the teacher, trying to maintain a semblance of calm.
She blinked, momentarily caught off guard as the first question flashed onto the screen. Breathing shallowly, she rested her hand on the mouse and started clicking through answers. For several minutes, she existed in a state of tense, fuzzy focus, reading words and choosing responses, not seeing anything but the screen in front of her.
The blurring of reality didn’t last for long, though, and Stella’s attention was soon drawn back to her left leg, which was bouncing erratically. Another second of awareness told her that her need to urinate had skyrocketed with her anxiety.
Stella choked down a whine. She’d already been unconsciously clenching her muscles, but now, she actively pressed her thighs together. Science was the shortest of the sections, so she knew she didn’t have too long to wait, but she couldn’t shut out the lingering terror from seeing the proctor.
Miraculously, she kept answering questions. Stella was a diligent student and a good test-taker, so her academic instincts were able to operate almost independently of her unease. The science section was more about the ability to interpret graphs and figures than to memorize facts, anyway, so the cognitive burden wasn’t nearly as great as it was for the math section.
Which was lucky, because the majority of Stella’s current cognitive ability was being consumed by the untamable anxiety from memories of her coach and the very real fear of wetting herself in public. While most high school students wouldn’t give in to such fear – what 18-year-old can’t hold it for a few more minutes, anyway? – Stella, obviously, had recent, verifiable evidence that peeing her pants at school was a very real possibility.
Stella bit down on her suddenly-trembling lower lip. She wasn’t a particularly over-emotional person, but the cumulative memories (and associated feelings) of her abuse and her previous accident were proving impossible to suppress.
“Five more minutes.”
The voice of the proctor was both intrusive and welcome. Stella twitched at the reminder of the familiar-looking man in the room, but let out a small sigh of relief at the limited remaining time.
She finished the last few questions, no longer caring about her score. Shaky and teary, Stella longed to press her hand between her legs, but knowing that there were other people in the room stopped her.
The hairs on Stella’s arms stood up, and she shivered. She felt so exposed, so out of control. She found herself longing for Miss Heston’s soft, soothing voice – a safe person, a comforting presence.
Just a few more minutes, Stella told herself, keeping her thighs tightly clenched. She could escape the presence of the proctor, use the bathroom, and then hurry to Miss Heston’s room. The preemptive thought apparently excited her bladder, and she leaked into her underwear.
Stella clenched her jaw and steeled every muscle in her lower body, cutting off the leak. She shut her eyes, forcing herself not to look down to check for a visible wet spot between her legs.
“One more minute.”
Inhaling deeply, Stella opened her eyes. Her phone was already in her pocket, so she wouldn’t have to gather anything when time was called. She rocked slightly in her seat, preparing to rise to her feet. She’d finished the final section of the test, and the computer would log her responses automatically, so literally all she had to do was walk out of the room and go to the bathroom.
She started counting, slowly, just to distract herself. By the time she reached 27, the screen in front of her flashed with the “End of Test” message and the proctor called time. Stella was vaguely aware of the proctor speaking, probably some pseudo-comforting congratulations or something, but Stella was striding as fast as she could without actually running toward the door. She found herself almost short of breath with anticipation as she rounded the corner toward the bathroom…
…only to see a line of girls out the door. Stella hadn’t even taken into account the fact that her assigned test room was the furthest from the bathrooms – seemingly every girl who had just completed the ACT had headed straight to the bathroom.
Stella felt the last vestiges of rational thought slip away. She spun around, bumping into another girl behind her, and practically stumbled off down the hallway.
She could hear her breaths turning into whines as she rounded a corner. Without bothering to make sure that no one was around, she shoved her hands between her legs, clumsily lurching forward. Her vision blurred as she turned down the final hallway toward Miss Heston’s room.
In her classroom, Cherice heard the sounds of someone coming down the hall. She’d checked her watch a minute ago, so she knew that Stella was due any second and had started gathering her work to put away.
“Stella?” Cherice called as the sounds from the hallway got closer. “How did it-“
Cherice cut herself off as Stella burst into the classroom and into tears. Cherice was on her feet in an instant, but the reason (well, at least a reason) for Stella’s distress became apparent before Cherice could open her mouth to ask what was wrong.
Stella started to pee her pants as soon as she crossed the threshold into Miss Heston’s room. Urine gushed over her clutching hands and down the insides of her thighs, hot, forceful, and humiliating.
Her pitiful sobs turned into wails as she wet herself, peeing uncontrollably onto the floor. With every new sensation – the stream against her hand, the wetness down her jeans, the sound of liquid dripping into a puddle on the floor – Stella only cried harder, sounding more and more like an emotionally compromised child.
Cherice had stopped short, first staring and then sighing silently. She knew that students got breaks during the test and that they’d arrived plenty early for Stella to use the restroom before the test, so she was more than a little baffled at the fact that the teen was, once again, releasing her bladder onto the floor of Cherice’s classroom.
Finally, finally, the puddle under Stella’s feet stopped growing, but the girl’s cries didn’t diminish. Cherice waited a few more seconds, then took a step forward.
“Stella? Stella, you’re okay, honey,” she said gently. “Deep breaths. You’re okay.”
Stella whimpered, sucking in hiccupping, broken breaths, but Cherice could tell the girl was trying to stop her cries.
“That’s right, honey, you’re fine,” Cherice soothed, repeating soft, comforting phrases. “You’re okay.”
Stella reached up to wipe at her runny nose, and Cherice grabbed the box of tissues off her desk. Stella smartly plucked a handful from the box, using some to first dry the urine from her hands before blowing her nose and wiping her eyes.
Cherice waited a few more seconds before speaking again.
“Let’s get you back home, honey.”
Stella sniffed and nodded, then stopped. “Your floor.”
Cherice looked down at the puddle and tried to keep any annoyance off her face. She didn’t want the girl to feel any worse, but Stella had a point. The janitorial staff wouldn’t be around until Monday.
Luckily, all the classrooms had a small supply closet with, among other things, rolls of the stiff, brown paper towels used in school bathrooms. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was better than leaving the puddle to dry and smell over the weekend.
Stella whimpered a bit as she stepped out of the puddle while Miss Heston wiped it up, using nearly half a roll of the barely-absorbent paper. Cringing by way of silent apology to the future janitor who would have to empty it, Cherice threw away the sopping mass of paper towels into the trash can and pushed herself to her feet.
“All done!” she said with too much forced cheer. “Come on, honey, let’s get you home.”
Stella followed Miss Heston out the door, head down. “Your car,” she murmured, too overcome by shame and trauma to form full sentences.
“Just sit on your jacket, sweetie,” Cherice answered. “It’s a short drive.”
Stella peeled off her cotton hoodie as they reached Miss Heston’s car and spread it out on the passenger’s seat. She felt the fabric of her jeans squelch as she sat down and was sure that she was going to get Miss Heston’s car dirty.
But Miss Heston was right, and it was a short ride, which was a small mercy for Stella, but physically (as her pants were cold and chafing) and mentally (as the silence of the car ride was practically crushing).
Still feeling fuzzy as she walked through the back door of her own house, Stella was mildly surprised when she heard Miss Heston come in behind her.
“You go shower, sweetheart – I’ll start the laundry.”
Stella’s lower lip trembled, but she didn’t argue. She let Miss Heston follow her upstairs, then handed the teacher her pile of wet clothes from the bathroom, carefully keeping her burning face behind the door.
Cherice placed Stella’s soiled outfit in the washing machine, trusting that a cold cycle wouldn’t impede the student’s shower too much. She didn’t want to make herself too at home in someone else’s house (one that she hadn’t even properly been invited into), but she knew she couldn’t leave without at least attempting a conversation with Stella. So she sat, somewhat awkwardly, at the kitchen table and tried to prepare for what would likely be a very uncomfortable talk.
Stella didn’t shower for long. The hot water felt good, and she was in no mood to indulge in pleasant feelings. She quickly scrubbed down her entire body, furiously rubbing at her legs until they turned red. When she shut off the water, she listened for a second, correctly suspecting that Miss Heston hadn’t left. She didn’t hear anything, so she then peeked out the window of her room to confirm that her teacher’s car was, in fact, still parked behind the house.
Resignedly, Stella pulled on sweats and a t-shirt, squeezing the excess water out of her hair with a towel, but not bothering to even pull it back into a ponytail.
She quietly descended the stairs into the kitchen. Miss Heston was sitting at the table, staring at her in an expectant, but not aggressive way.
Stella stopped by the island in the middle of the kitchen, unable to go any closer.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
Cherice sighed. “I know you are, Stella, but I didn’t stay here to get an apology. I’m not upset with you.”
Stella stared at the ground, pretty sure she knew what else was coming.
“I’m not mad,” Cherice reiterated. “And I want you to know that you don’t owe me anything. I only want to make sure you’re safe, and…” Cherice drew in a deep breath. “…you don’t seem life you feel safe. You’ve had two accidents in the past month –“ (Here, Cherice deliberately avoided saying “that I know of”) “- and that tells me that something’s coming up that you haven’t fully resolved.”
Stella felt her eyes fill with tears. Miss Heston was right, of course, but Stella was more than a little unprepared for how quickly her teacher had come to the correct conclusion.
“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to,” Cherice promised. “But honey, I think you should tell someone. I know it was just me today, and I won’t tell anyone, but I know the last time was no secret.”
Sniffling, Stella nodded in unnecessary agreement. She was neither popular nor unpopular, so she was mostly able to skate by under the radar at school, but an 18-year-old peeing at her desk in class was more than enough to garner plenty of unwanted attention, even if most of it came in the form of giggles and whispers as she walked down the halls.
“Please know that I want to support you, no matter what,” Miss Heston continued, “but you and I both know this isn’t normal behavior, and even though it’s not your fault, there are going to be some social consequences if you don’t get help.”
Stella frowned miserably, and for an inexplicable moment, she felt like she was going to have another accident in front of her teacher out of sheer anguish. But she took a deep breath, allowing the feeling of uncontrollability evaporate.
“Coach used to make me pee in my leotard,” she said blankly, without any preamble.
Through an abundance of professionalism (and a little bit of luck), Cherice did not outwardly react, and Stella, relieved by the lack of judgment, spilled out her story.
“It was part of the abuse, of course, I know that now, but I never really told my parents or therapists about it, because the touching seemed so much more important, you know? But I think…I think he liked seeing me wet myself.”
Stella paused, realizing that she’d never actually admitted that thought to anyone. It made perfect sense, now that she said it out loud. The horrible man enjoyed making her, as a child, lose control of her bladder.
Stella rolled her shoulders back and continued. “He’d yell at me if I put my hands between my legs, calling me a dirty brat and why couldn’t I hold it like a lady? I’d always cry when I had accident…even though they weren’t accidents,” she interrupted herself with another realization, “it was definitely something he made happen on purpose, but I always felt so bad.”
Stella finally looked up at her teacher, whose own eyes were now glistening.
“Anyway –“ Stella shrugged, practically out of emotions after the stress of the day – “that’s part of why I was scared the first time, because Coach would never let me go if I asked, and having to pee in your class made me think of that even though I know you wouldn’t have been mad. And then today, one of the volunteer teachers…”
Stella trailed off, shuddering involuntarily.
“He looked like him,” she finished simply. “And between that and the test and having already peed myself once, it made me freak out, and then there was a line at the bathroom when the test was finished, so I just lost it.”
Cherice exhaled, exhausted from just hearing Stella’s awful summary. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart. I know that can’t have been easy.”
Stella tilted her head to the side, an “eh” kind of gesture. At this point, she was just ready for a nap.
“I know you’re right,” she said sincerely. “I knew before today, I guess, but then when I saw the guy that looked like him, the part of me that wasn’t spazzing definitely knew that I need to talk to my parents and go back to therapy and stuff. I just…”
She shrugged again. “I want to be done, you know? I’m so mad that I have to keep dealing with things that someone else did.”
At this, Cherice finally strode across the kitchen and wrapped her favorite student in a hug. She couldn’t say anything to contradict Stella, of course – it was the burden of the victimized that they had to keep living with the repercussions of someone else’s actions – but she could do everything she could to help the girl along her journey. |
The core of this story is from toiletstool, but I made some liberal changes.
Vacation Accident
I just found this site and thought I would contribute a story. My name is Jessica and this happened many years ago when I was 16 years old. Even so it is burned into my memory like it was only an hour ago. I was a normal teenage girl back then, about to start my junior year of high school. That summer my family took a vacation down to Disney World and we drove the whole way from Indiana to Florida in our minivan. Me, my 13 year old sister Katie, and my mom and dad. It took two days to drive it.
On the second day we were on the interstate and I started to really need to go to the bathroom. I had peed that morning at the hotel before breakfast but nothing else since then. Dad wanted to drive straight through to the hotel in Orlando. At first I didn't say anything and just held it in and kept reading my book in the back seat where I was sitting alone with my sister in the middle row watching a movie and my parents up front. The longer I held it the stronger the urge kept getting and soon I was quite desperate to pee. I finally spoke up and asked when we would be stopping for lunch. Mom responded that we weren't stopping, she had sandwiches and drinks in the cooler, so we could keep driving.
I just kept holding it, not wanting to admit I needed the bathroom yet, since we weren't going to be stopping for lunch. Instead, I ate a sandwich and drank an iced tea that mom passed back to us girls and kept reading my book, now sitting on my heel to help hold it. After a while even this started to not be enough help and I knew I was getting close to absolutely needing a toilet. I finally asked if we could stop at a gas station or rest area. Dad wanted to keep going but mom finally said that we could all use a little break. But there was nowhere to stop on that stretch of road for another 50 miles or so. I almost panicked when I heard how far it would be, not sure I could make it that far. But I kept my mouth shut and crossed my legs tighter and pushed my fingers into my crotch while trying to cover it with my book.
After another half hour I felt like my eyes were watering I had to pee so badly. I was on the verge of losing it in the back seat. I asked how much further. My dad said only a few minutes to the next exit with a gas station. I relaxed momentarily at that news and immediately regretted it as a squirt of pee escaped into my panties but not enough to show on the outside of my tan mid-thigh shorts (I checked). I could tell that I was squirming too much and it was going to be noticeable very soon, so I tried to discretely curl my leg up so I could sit on my heel again. I pressed my heel into my crotch as hard as I could but felt that my control was going to slip away soon.
After a minute or so I was so desperate that I got myself into an almost panicked state and cared more about not wetting my pants than everyone knowing that I had to pee. I was now bouncing up and down more aggressively on my foot thinking repeatedly, “Please don’t let me pee my pants, please don’t let me pee pants...” I was almost frantic and couldn’t think clearly when I felt a hot jet of pee spurt out and hit my panties. I could feel the pressure of the stream through my pants on the heel of my foot. I pushed my heel harder into my crotch and then I felt a second jet of pee. Now I was very aware of the wet underwear pressing against my vagina. I froze, staring at the back of the seat in front of me and I felt like my whole body was blushing. My face was burning with embarrassment. It felt like everyone in the car must know what I had just done and what might be about to happen. I didn’t dare look over to see if my sister was paying any attention to me. I couldn’t believe that I was starting to pee in my pants at my age. I changed positions again and put my feet back on the floor and held my crotch tightly while leaning forward so that it was less noticeable. I clamped back down and tried to breathe and act normal but I knew I only had a few minutes left.
The exit finally arrived and we pulled off the interstate and into the parking lot of the gas station. I had unbuckled myself and moved to the side door before we even came to a complete stop. My sister yelled because she wanted out first but I shoved her aside with my elbow, making mom and dad yell at us to cool it, and then as soon as the van stopped I pulled on the sliding side door. It took some force to pull it open and when I did I lost another spurt of pee but I had no time to check for damage. I hopped out and ran inside the gas station to the back and found the bathroom but it was locked. I knocked on the door, dancing frantically in front of it with my legs crossed and bouncing on my feet. I lost control for a second again and this time I felt a trickle of pee run out of the right leg of my shorts and down my leg. I quickly tried to wipe it away. I could see that there was now a softball-sized wet spot below the zipper of my shorts. The attendant said, "You need a key!"
I cursed and turned around and half-ran, half-hobbled back to the desk and grabbed the out-held key, turned, and sprinted back to the bathroom, another leak of pee escaping as I went. I nearly slammed into the door and then fumbled with the key for a second trying to get the key into the keyhole while feeling my bladder muscles quiver and then a longer two second spurt followed by more little streams down my legs. My shorts were definitely wet now and it would be obvious to anyone that I was starting to have an accident. I finally got the key in, turned the handle, opened the door, jumped inside, turned to lock the door... and immediately felt with my entire being that I was too late. One second I was fighting the good fight and the next second I knew completely that I was a millisecond from having an accident.
I didn't even have time to back away from the door. My right hand was still on the lock button when my bladder spasmed and I began flooding my panties and shorts with long, strong jets of pee, one after the other. Even though it was too late, I was still crossing my legs and grabbing my crotch. I could feel my panties and shorts getting soaked. The pee was just forcing its way around my hand and dripping through my fingers. I was having an accident like a little kid. The pee was forming rivers down my legs and onto the tile below me, splashing my feet and sandals. I just stood in a daze as it happened, almost in slow motion, hearing only the hissing sound of it hitting against my clothes and the splattering as it fell onto the tiles. The only thing going through my head was, “I can’t be peeing my pants,” and wondering how I could possibly face my family. Then it was all over. It was finished. I slowly came out of my daze to fully realize what had happened. I looked down and saw the extent of the wetness on my shorts. I started to cry silently. I was 16 years old and in high school, this shouldn't happen!
There was a knock at the door and then my mother's voice, "Jessica, are you alright? Your sister needs to go, too." I didn't know what to do at first. Another knock. "Jessica?"
I found my voice and croaked a response, "Mom?"
"Jess? Is that you?"
"Yes, mom."
"Are you ok, sweety?" She asked softer, now right up by the crack of the door.
I hit the unlock button on the door and said, "No, mom."
She started to ask, "Do you feel well?" as I cracked the door an inch so we could only see each others' eyes clearly. She saw I had tears on my cheek. She stopped and asked, "Jess, did you..."
I shook my head a little and said, "I wet my pants." And that set me crying again. With that mom pushed the door just open enough to squeeze inside and pushed it shut behind her before my little sister could see. She pounded on the door wanting to know what was going on anyway.
Mom then saw my full condition from the front and the puddle on the floor. "Oh dear, I'm sorry." I was crying again and she took me and hugged me and told me it would be ok and we had clean clothes in the van. I got the crying under control and she asked if I needed help. I just nodded. She said, “Ok, give me your wet clothes and I’ll rinse them in the sink.”
I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and lowered them down. I looked down in horror at the dark yellow stain on the front of my white cotton panties. She helped me step out of the shorts and my wet sandals as well.
I slowly pulled down my panties and stepped out of them as my mom took them to rinse in the sink. I was very aware I was standing exposed from the waist down in front of my mother for the first time in many years. I thought I noticed an odd look on her face for a fleeting second for what I imagined was her noticing that I was completely shaved. I felt self conscious about it and always had a little guilt and a little worry in the back of my head every time I shaved. I had only started doing it in the middle of the school year last year because I was curious but since I got a little thrill out of it, feeling like I had this intimate secret, I continued to do it. Now I was totally exposed, standing bottomless in front of my mother and feeling overwhelmed by the emotions of the situation. I kept my legs tightly together so that my mom could only see my tiny slit in front.
After a slight pause, she said, "Why don't you start cleaning up and I'll get you some new clothes?" I nodded. She brought my wet panties and shorts over to the sink to begin rinsing them with with soap and water while I went into a stall and began wiping my privates and legs with large amounts of toilet paper. I realized that what I really needed was wet paper towels to wipe with so that I wouldn’t be sitting in the car smelling like pee and having Katie realize that her big sister had wet her pants, so I had to walk over to the sink bottomless. I cringed as I saw my panties, yellowed with pee, in a ball next to the sink while my mom rinsed my shorts. I did feel funny wiping between my legs with my mom using the sink right next to me and being able to see me in the mirror but I needed to use the sink to wet the paper towels. My little sister still pounded on the door. Mom finished rinsing my clothes and then said she would be back with a change of clothes and snuck out the door, again keeping my sister out.
After I was done wiping, I sat on the toilet, naked from the waist down, still sniffling a little. My mind kept replaying the first shocking spurt in the car, the spurts on the way to the bathroom, and the feeling of the uncontrollable long jets of pee when I completely started wetting my pants. About five minutes later my mom knocked on the door and came back inside with a new pair of shorts and panties. She told me my sister was able to use the other bathroom. I asked what she told dad. She said she told him that I was having "girl problems". I smiled and thanked her. She said no problem but to speak up next time I was in danger of having an accident. I was so embarrassed to hear that and I think she knew how it sounded as soon as it left her mouth. I was way, way too old to have an accident and, while standing half naked in front of her, she had to tell me that, in the future, I need to speak up so that I don’t wet my pants again.
She had my clean clothes in a plastic bag and first handed me the panties which I tried to slip on. They were far too tight and I realized they were my sister’s panties. I couldn’t even get them up all the way up. My mom apologized for the mix up and said to give her back the panties and just put on the shorts. I hesitated at the thought of wearing shorts without underwear but it would have been worse if my mom had to make a second trip out to the car, making this an even bigger ordeal. Of course the cut-off jean shorts that she brought had wide leg openings, so I still felt exposed even after putting them on.
We went over to the sink and she wrung out my rinsed clothes that were still sitting in there. I could still see the yellow stain in the crotch of the panties and knew that if anyone saw them, they would know what happened. She put them in the plastic bag and we walked out. On the way back to the car, my face burned as we passed the attendant who probably knew the real story since I was so obviously desperate in front of him and he may have already seen a wet spot on my pants after he handed me the key and I was running back to the bathroom. Now I was walking past him and my mother was carrying a bag with the evidence of my accident after she had walked to the bathroom, then back to the car, then back to the bathroom again. He definitely knew that a high school girl had just peed her pants at his gas station.
My sister was waiting. "Why are you in new clothes? Did you pee your pants?" I told her no and to shut up. She kept pressing. Mom told her to stop bothering me and that it was a girl thing she'd understand when she was a little older.
We continued on our way. I was uncomfortable the rest of the ride down, just consumed with the thought that I had peed my pants and that the evidence was right behind us in the car in a plastic bag. I felt like my sister must know the truth and felt awkward every time I talked to her. And every time I moved my legs, I was conscious of the fact that I might be exposing myself because of those wide leg openings in my shorts. I couldn’t help thinking about what Katie would think of me if she got a glance up my shorts when she probably already had hair down there herself.
Even though my dad originally wanted to get to Orlando in one shot on the second day, a few hours later my mom suggested we stop at the next rest stop. Maybe the others in the car didn’t know what drove that request, but I was embarrassed to think that my mom needed to make that suggestion because there was a possibility that one of her teenage girls might not speak up in time and wind up peeing their pants. When we got to the rest stop, I snuck a pair of panties out of the suitcase and put them on in the bathroom. Since she was so nosy, my sister did search around in the back of the car until she found the bag with my peed-in clothes.
As we headed back to the car, out of the earshot of our parents, she again asked me, “Did you pee your pants before? I saw your panties with a pee stain in them.” I was flustered but emphatically said, “No!” But I could hear in my own voice the lack of confidence and the defensiveness. She must have too because she kept pestering me. She just kept insisting, “But I saw that your panties had pee stains in them. You did, didn’t you?” I just kept mumbling ‘no’s to her attempts to get me to admit it while avoiding eye contact and then stopped responding to her completely as I got in the car. We pulled out of the rest area as I stared out of the window miserably. Of course, Katie couldn’t let it go. She asked, “Mom, Jessica peed her pants, didn’t she? I know she did.” My mom sternly tried to put an end to it by saying, “No, I told you it was a girl thing and you will understand when you are older. Now stop asking.” Katie was having none of it. “I know what a period is. I saw her underwear in the bag and they had pee stains. Just pee. I know she did.” My mom didn’t have an immediate comeback answer and was silent for a damning moment. My dad looked over to my mom with a look that told me he realized it was true. My sister asked again and my mom was forced to admit the truth. I cringed as she said, “Yes, Jessica wet her pants. It can happen to anyone, even older girls and big sisters. Now leave it alone and stop asking about it.” That got my sister to stop talking about it but she did keep bringing it up every once in a while during the rest of the trip. Questions like, “But how could you pee your pants when you’re in high school?” and, “You couldn’t hold it any longer?” and “If you had to go so bad why didn’t you tell dad to pull over sooner?” Types of questions that were extremely embarrassing but revealing that she was intrigued with the idea of a ‘grown up’ wetting their pants rather than trying to embarrass me further.
I tried to have a fun vacation anyway, but the memory of my massive accident still haunted me. Even after we got back, I felt a bit of discomfort every time someone asked how our vacation was because that incident overshadowed everything else. It seemed fake when I had to pretend what a good time I had. It did bring me closer to my mom in a strange way though.
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Hey guys, so this is my first ever fiction. I hope you guys enjoy it.
I remember the most embarrassing moment of my life, as if it was yesterday. It was 2:30 in the afternoon and I was running late for my final class for the day. I did kind of had to pee at the time maybe 4/10, but I couldn’t afford to waste any time because I absolutely had to make it to class, as there was a written assignment. Running down the hall I see the douchebag Ethan. “Oh fuck please doesn’t talk to me now” I thought to myself. So quick backstory on Ethan, he’s this douchebag who thinks he’s so big with the ladies, but really he comes off as pathetic. He’s taken to flirting with me and asking me out, which lead to me breaking his arm, but that didn’t stop him. “Hey Maya” Ethan greeted in his cheesy tone. Blegh, I hate him. “What’s the rush pretty chicky?” I tried to move past him but he blocked my way. “*Sigh* Fine, I’m running late for class and there’s a really really important assignment happening”. “An assignment huh? You know you could just drop that and hang out with me instead”. “Or I could break your arm again Ethan” I remarked. “*Sigh* You got me there. Fine you can go, but you owe me”. “Sureee I do, jerkwad”. Finally, for what seemed like forever I moved past him and made my way to my room. I enter. “Ah just in time Maya, we were about to start without you”. “Sorry I’m late sir, won’t happen again”. He simply responded with “Mhm”. He hands me my paper, then steps to the front of the class. “Ok, you have 1 hour to complete this task, I wish you all luck. Once you have completed the task, you may place your papers in a pile on my desk and leave QUIETLY, thank you. You may begin now.” The test was on Algebraic equations, a cakewalk for me at the time, yet it seemed there were just enough questions to keep one occupied for the full hour, that’s if you attempt them all. About 10-15 minutes into the test, I take a sip of water, as I was slightly parched from running to class. 30 minutes in I started to feel slightly more desperate at about a 5/10, and I was starting to fidget a little, but I was ultimately focused on the test. “5 minutes remain. Keep focused”. I take another drink of water at about this time, finishing my drink bottle off. Another 5 minutes pass. “Time up people, well done if you managed to stay this long. That’ll be all for today you are dismissed”. At that point I was bursting at about a 6-7/10, so I quickly got up to leave. “Hold up Maya, may I have a word with you?” “Sure sir, what is it?” “Regarding your performance in class recently”. “Oh no…” I groan to myself, but just loud enough for him to hear “Oh no its nothing bad, it’s just that your recent work has attracted attention from higher ups, specifically the CSU” (Charles Sturt University for those that don’t know). “You’ve been admitted for early entry into University”. “Oh man” I thought to myself “that’s insane”. “I’m speechless” I finally say, “I really don’t know what to say, that’s incredible, but I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet”. “That’s quite ok to be unsure Maya, everyone’s uncertain especially at your age”. “I’m sure you’ll figure things out eventually, but you’ve heard enough from me, time for you to go, don’t want to miss the bus now do we?” “No sir, thank you” I said my goodbyes to my teacher and left the room to go to the bus stop. On the way however I took a detour to the toilet because I was absolutely busting for a leak. The detour took about 2 minutes because the school was absolutely huge. Now that I think about it they really didn’t have that many toilets. Much to my surprise, it was closed for cleaning purposes. “Damnit” I said to myself in a hushed undertone. There was nothing I could do at that point except go to the bus and wait on the ride home. The walk there wasn’t eventful, but waiting there the bus was late. 15 minutes later, the teacher supervising the students eventually notified us that it had broken down, and the next bus would be there in another 30 minutes. “Fuck it I can’t wait that long” I think to myself. I was getting pretty desperate at a solid 8/10 now. “Maybe if I go pop a squat somewhere private?” I thought. I do that, moving off behind some bushes. I start to get into position but I hear a voice. “Hey Maya.” Oh shit I’m busted. And it was none other than my crush at the time, Cole. “What you doing there?” “Nothing” I respond a little too quickly. “Just looking for something I dropped”. “Ok that’s fine, do you need a hand?” “No I’m fine I just found it” I let out a nervous giggle as I pretender to pick something up. “Hey so I heard about your bus, sucks huh. Listen I just got my license, so if you want I could give you a lift?” “Oh my fucking god” I thought to myself. A 15 minute drive with Cole, my crush. The thought caused me forget about my bladder for a split second. I let out a quiet eep as I felt a spurt drip through my clenched vagina into my panties. “That would be awesome Cole thank you”. We got into his car which wasn’t too far thank god, and we got onto the road. I remember every time we stopped felt like it would last forever. We made some light conversation over the trip, nothing too interesting. But as my bladder was at its limits and beyond, I was fidgeting quite a lot, and Cole was noticing. “Are you ok Maya?” “Yeah I’m fine i-i-ii-it’s nothing” I stuttered getting a little nervous. “Ok if you’re sure”. We turn onto the road I live on and we pull over. “Thanks for the lift Cole” “Anytime Maya”, he responded politely. “Hey listen..” “Oh no what’s he going to say?” I asked myself. “He’d better be quick otherwise ill lose it” Thinking of the relief at hand, I inadvertently let out another squirt of hot warm piss into my slightly damp panties, however this one lasted a little longer. “Fuck I don’t have much time, hurry up Cole” I think impatiently. “So um, ive got um a c-confession to m-make” He stuttered. “Is he nervous?” I inquired in my head. “What is it Cole?”. “Well um… uhhh” “its ok tell me” “Well I uhh.. I kind of…” “FUCK, I can’t hold it anymore” “Hm? “ utters Cole. The boiling piss I was doing so well to hold back rushed out of my clenched vagina, soaking my panties immediately. I felt relieved as the piss rolled down my jeans and pooled under me in his car. Lasting for over a minute, I started to slow down and eventually stopped. Realizing what I had just done I speak “Oh my fucking god im so sorry Cole, I really had to go, I should’ve told you sooner. I started to cry. Cole simply hushed me, he told me it was ok. And here’s the shocker. HE KISSED ME! I responded to the kiss positively, kissing him back. I guess I was really turned on back then? I don’t know why. But now that I think about it, it was really hot. What this leads to can be a story for another time.
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It was almost sunset as a pink-haired demon girl anxiously waited in the palace garden. Her heart was beating wildly as she wondered if he had gotten her love letter or not. Various questions began to run through her mind. What would he think of the letter? Would he take it seriously? Would he throw it out? Would he be repulsed? Beginning to lose her confidence, she turned around and began to walk away. Suddenly she heard large footsteps behind her and the next thing she knew, there was a large hand on the back of her shoulder. “Please wait,” panted the voice. Turning around, the girl saw a tall, muscular man with silver hair. A swatch hair covered one of his red eyes. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and his braided ponytail was slightly swaying in the evening breeze. It was Azazel. Scrunched tightly between one of his fists was a pink piece of paper. “I got your note,” said Azazel bending forward a little as he tried to catch his breath. After a couple seconds, he straightened himself up and looked into the demon girl’s eyes. “Tell me Belphegor, is this how you truly feel about me?”
The demon girl nodded, her cheeks a light shade of red. “Are you repulsed?” quivered Belphegor, not quite sure if she wanted to know the answer
“Not at all,” replied Azazel. “Rather I am shocked. To be honest, you’re always running away from me, so I thought that maybe you hated me or something.”
“That’s not true at all,” cried Belphegor. “I just get really nervous around people, especially you.”
“Is it because I scare you?”
Belphegor shook her head and said, “No. It’s because I’ve always liked you but could never find a way to talk to you and tell you how I feel. Every time I try to say something, I just get so nervous that I run away. I thought that maybe if I wrote it down in words, I could convey my feelings to you.”
“I see,” he replied. By this point he was looking the other way. He was silent for a moment. “Belphegor, I…”
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way,” interrupted Belphegor out of fear of possibly being rejected. “I just wanted you to know how I felt.” She quickly turned around and said, “I need to get back to work.”
“Hold on a second,” pleaded Azazel as he grabbed her arm and spun her back towards him. “The truth is, I feel the same way about you.”
“Really?” asked Belphegor as tears of joy began to run down her cheeks.
Azazel nodded his head. “You are the only girl I want to be with.” Then without warning, he slowly began leaning his face towards hers. Their lips were just inches apart…
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Belphegor jolted up in her bed. Her face was beet red as she tried to digest what had just happened in her dream. This was the eighth dream she had had of Azazel this month and it was by far the most sensual dream she had had of him thus far. “It’s not fair,” she muttered to herself. “Why do I keep having these dreams when I can’t even talk to him?” As she shifted her body a little, she felt something slightly wet. “Oh no,” she whispered under her breath as she slowly threw back the covers. Sure enough, the crotch area of her nightgown had turned slightly yellow and there was a large dark patch on her sheets. Before she could do anything more, she heard a knock outside her bedroom door.
“Belphegor-sama, are you up? I’m coming in.” called the voice on the other side of the door. Without a second to lose, Belphegor threw the sheets back over herself, hoping that her little accident would not be discovered. A couple seconds later, her door opened and a small creature floated in. It was purple with three antennae like objects on top of its head. The creature had a monocle covering one eye and a large white mustache. It was her attendant Caim and in his hands was her itinerary for the day. “Good morning,” smiled her elderly attendant as he floated over to her. “I have your schedule for today.”
“Go ahead,” she nodded.
Caim unfolded the scroll. “The meeting you were supposed to have at ten o’clock this morning was postponed until six o’clock this evening and you have no other appointments or desk work for today. You are free to use your free time as you wish, but may I suggest going to Highness Beelzebub’s office. It appears that her office is a little short staffed today and that she could probably use some extra help.”
“Alright,” replied Belphegor as she shifted uncomfortably in her wet nightgown.
“Is everything alright?” asked Caim as he looked up from the scroll.
“Everything’s fine,” she lied. “Can you go ask the chef to begin preparing breakfast? Also, can you leave the room for a bit? I want to take a shower and get dressed before I eat.”
“Certainly, Belphegor-sama,” smiled Caim. “I will have the chef prepare breakfast immediately.” He turned around and began floating to the door. However, just as he was about to leave, Caim turned around and said, “Belphegor-sama, please leave your nightgown on your bed. I will have the maids wash it along with your sheets so that they will be clean for tonight. After all, we can’t have our darling Belphegor-sama sleeping in soiled sheets and pajamas.”
“What are you talking about?” blushed Belphegor as she scrunched the sheets closer to her body. “I didn’t wet myself.”
“That large spot on your sheets tells me a different story,” declared Caim. Belphegor looked down and sure enough, there was a dark patch on the outside of her sheets as well. Caim turned towards her and asked, “Was it another dream about Azazel-sama?”
“Yes,” nodded Belphegor.
“Why don’t you just tell him you like him already?” shouted Caim. “At this rate this old man will never see you get married!”
“I’m sorry!” cried Belphegor as she thought to herself that most men in Caim’s position would likely have the opposite view.
“Look,” began Caim, “You’ll never get closer to Azazel-sama if you keep running away. If you want things to change, you need to start making more of an effort. Otherwise the day may come where some other demon girl swoops in and snatches him from you.”
“I understand,” said Belphegor as she looked down at her soiled sheets. “I’ll try to do better.”
“I know you will,” smiled Caim. “Now go get cleaned up.”
“Okay,” agreed Belphegor as she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
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Moments later, Belphegor was standing in the shower. She closed her eyes as the warm water cascaded down her body. Belphegor knew that Caim was right, but talking to Azazel was a lot easier said than done. Despite being a demon, Belphegor had severe social anxiety and a nervous bladder. Because of this, she was frightened easily and was often having to run to the bathroom. This was even more true when she was around Azazel. In fact, most of the time she when she made contact with him, she would wind up panicking and running away, often to the nearest toilet.
As she let the water wash the soap off her breasts, Belphegor’s mind shifted to the dream she had just had. It had been the first time she had heard Azazel’s voice in her dreams, or at least what she imagined it sounded like. Normally when he appeared in her dreams, he communicated to her with sign boards that he would write on, just like he did in the real world. In fact, Belphegor wasn’t entirely sure if she had ever heard Azazel’s voice, but if it was anything like in her dream, than it would surely be wonderful. Her mind then zeroed in on the last part of the dream where Azazel was preparing to kiss her. Belphegor’s touch her hands to her lips and blushed as she secretly wished that she hadn’t woken up early from that part of the dream.
Suddenly she felt something warm running down the inside of her thighs. If felt just a little bit warmer than the water splashing the rest of her body. Looking down, much to her embarrassment she saw that there was a golden stream running down her legs. It was at this point that Belphegor realized that her reminiscing of the previous night’s dream had triggered her nervous bladder to react in a way that was beyond her physical control. In an attempt to stop the yellow river, she cupped her hands to her crotch and applied pressure. She was temporarily able to stop her flow, however her hands were now holding a puddle of piss. She shivered as she felt some of it escape through her fingers. Realizing that she had seconds at best before the gates burst open again, she began looking around for something to catch it in.
As she looked around, her eyes finally settled on the shower drain just a couple inches behind her. Turning around she took a step forward and squatted down in front of the drain. Unable to hold back the raging river any longer, she uncupped her hands. The moment she did, a powerful stream spewed forth and smashed into the floor almost two feet away. She watched as golden yellow pool began to form only to slowly seep back towards the drain. Not wanting to make more of a mess than she was already making, she tried to move back a little, only to lose her balance and fall onto her back. As she did, her stream shot up a little bit and came down like a small water fountain. She quickly sat up and spread her legs as best she could. Belphegor watched as her stream’s power began to die down, allowing her to better aim for the drain. By the time she finished almost two minutes had past.
Belphegor carefully rose to her feet and grabbed the shower head. She then set about rinsing off her legs and the shower floor. As she did so, she couldn’t help feeling like the bed wetting and the shower peeing incidents were a bad omen that today was going to be a bad day. Turning off the water, she prayed that she was wrong. Little did she know at that time just how accurate her previous premonition was going to be.
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After finishing breakfast, Belphegor made her way down to Beelzebub’s office. Belphegor and Beelzebub were close friends and Beelzebub was one of only a handful of people who knew about Belphegor’s crush on Azazel. Just as Belphegor was about to open the door to Beelzebub’s office, she heard a man scream, “What are all these Gossamers doing in here? We need to get them out of here this instant!”
“Aww,” whined a female voice, “but they’re so cute and fluffy.”
“I don’t care,” said the male voice. “You’re supposed to be the leader of Pandemonium in Satan’s absence. This is not how Hell’s leader should act. Now help me get them out of here.” Just then, the man opened the door. It was Mullin, Beelzebub’s assistant. “Ah, Gocchin want brings you here?”
“Caim told me that you guys were short staffed, so I came to see if I could help,” replied Belphegor as she began to fidget a little. “However, if this isn’t a good time I can come back later…”
“Nonsense,” interrupted Mullin, “you’re always welcome here. Please come in. I’ll make you some tea.”
A few moments later, Mullin came back with two cups of tea. “Thank you,” said Belphegor as she accepted the cup from Mullin.
“You’re welcome,” he said as he placed the other cup down on Beelzebub’s desk. “Sorry about the mess, but it seems that several of the Gossamers in Lady Beelzebub’s room snuck out. It feels like I’ve spent half the morning trying to persuade her to put them back.”
“Awww, but they’re soooo fluffy,” whined Beelzebub, holding one of the little white furballs to her chest. “Can’t we let them stay?”
“No,” answered Mullin. “All they do is distract you from your work. We’re already busy enough as it is, so we can’t afford anymore distractions.”
“You’re so mean,” pouted Beelzebub.
“So Gocchin, what can we do for you today,” asked Mullin, ignoring Beelzebub’s comment.
“Like I said earlier, I heard that you guys were a little short staffed and since I have some free time, I was wondering if there was anything I can do to help?” replied Belphegor.
“You’re so nice, Gocchin,” said Beelzebub. “Unlike a certain someone who hates cute and fluffy things.”
“I don’t hate those little hairballs,” snapped Mullin, “I just don’t think that they should be allowed to roam around in the workplace.”
“Meanie,” muttered Beelzebub.
“Am not,” sighed Mullin under his breath as he knew better than to try to reason with her when she was throwing one of her little tantrums. He then straightened up and looked at his clipboard. “Well, we’ve got a two-hour long meeting coming up in a few minutes and then the rest of the day will be handling paperwork for the summer festival next week. I’m not sure if there is really much that you can do to help us right now.”
“Oh,” replied Belphegor, a little dejectedly. Feeling a little bad for her, Mullin racked his brain for something he could have her do. Just then one of the Gossamers jumped into Belphegor’s lap. It was then that he came up with an idea.
“I know, why don’t you round up the Gossamers in this office and take them back to Beelzebub’s room where they belong,” stated Mullin. “Do you think you can do that for us while we’re at the meeting?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” smiled Belphegor as she gently picked up the Gossamer sitting on her lap and set it down on the floor. “I should probably get something to put them in before I start moving them. I’ll just run back to my office and get an empty box so I can carry them all.”
“Are you sure that won’t be a problem?” asked Beelzebub. “There are a lot of them in here and they like to hide from time to time.”
“I can handle this Bell,” replied Belphegor as she walked to the door. “Besides, were friends so this is no trouble at all.” Just as Belphegor was about to touch the knob, the door swung open, and on the other side of it was none other than Azazel. The shock was enough to make her fall backwards.
Azazel took a step forward and held up a sign that read, “Beelzebub, I heard from Mullin that your office was short-staffed today.” He then held up another card that read, “Is there anything I can do to help?” He then took another step forward and heard a small “eep” sound. Looking down he saw Belphegor-sama sitting on the floor. Her entire body was shaking. Azazel raised a card, “Are you alright?”
“Eep!” was the only sound that Belphegor could mutter. She could feel her bladder beginning to fill and weaken. The urge to urinate was rapidly increasing. She knew she needed to get out of there and to a toilet fast. However, there were two problems. The first was that Azazel’s large muscular frame was blocking the only exit and the second was that Belphegor didn’t know if she could stand up without wetting herself.
As Belphgor contemplated her options, Azazel reached out one hand while holding a card in the other which read, “Let me help you up.” Belphegor wanted to take his hand, but the very thought of it caused a shooting pain to reverberate throughout her rapidly filling bladder. The sudden jolt was enough to make her body recoil a bit from Azazel’s hand. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes from the pain that her nearly full bladder was creating.
Suddenly before Belphegor knew what was happening, she was lifted into the air. Looking down, she saw that Beelzebub had picked her up and was now hoisting her above her head. “Please get out of the way,” ordered Beelzebub as she stared as Azazel. A shocked Azazel did as he was told. The moment he did, Beelzebub ran out of the room still carrying Belphegor. As she ran down the hall, she said “Don’t worry Gocchin, I won’t let you wet yourself in front of him.”
“Thank you, Bell,” moaned Belphegor as she desperately tried to hold the flood waters back.
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Meanwhile back in Beelzebub’s office, Mullin and Azazel were left in shock at what they had just witnessed. While both of them knew that Beelzebub had gorilla like strength, neither of them had expected to see anything like that. “Well, that was unexpected,” said Mullin attempting to break the awkward silence. Although in truth, he knew the real reason why Beelzebub carried Belphegor off like that was because the poor girl looked like she was about to have an accident. While he felt bad for her, he was also secretly grateful that he wasn’t going to have to explain a messy carpet to the maids who cleaned the office each night. As he turned his attention to Azazel, he saw a sad faraway look in the man’s eyes. “Hey bro, is everything all right?”
Azazel turned towards Mullin with a sign that read, “It looks like I scared her again.” He then held up another card that read, “Am I really that scary?”
“You’re not scary at all,” replied Mullin. “While you might look like a grizzly, you’ve got the heart of a teddy bear.”
“Do you think Belphegor hates me?” scribbled Azazel on of the cards.
“I don’t,” answered Mullin in an attempt to cheer up his friend. “She’s a shy girl and I think she tends to get startled easily. I bet the more time you spend around her, the less startled she’ll become to the point you’ll be able to talk to each other.”
“You really think so?” wrote Azazel.
“Of course, bro,” smiled Mullin, although in truth he couldn’t help wondering why Belphegor seemed to react that way around Azazel. Suddenly Mullin remembered something important that he needed taken care of. Pulling something out of his pocket, he asked, “Hey bro, can you do me a favor?”
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The moment that Beelzebub and Belphegor entered the bathroom, Beelzebub threw Belphegor into the bathroom’s first open stall and closed the door for her. She the proceeded to patiently wait outside the stall for her friend. Inside the stall Belphegor backed up to the toilet and lifted her skirt. She then grabbed hold of her panties and began to pull them down while slowly lowering herself towards the toilet seat. Suddenly she felt the dam give way and a spurt of pee splashed against her blue and white striped panties. Realizing that it was now or never, she yanked them down as fast as she could. While she was able to get them down fast enough to avoid soaking her panties any further, she wasn’t fast enough to sit down. The moment she yanked down her partially soiled panties, a huge blast of urine shot backwards and splashed all over the toilet seat and parts of the floor behind her. No longer able to sit, all she could do was try to hover over the toilet.
Meanwhile outside the stall, Beelzebub could hear the loud hissing of Belphegor’s piss stream as it sprayed places other than the inside of the toilet. Just the sound of it was enough to make Beelzebub have to go. She walked over to the second stall, opened the door, and saw that the toilet was wrapped in tarp with a sign that said out of order. She then walked over to the third, and last stall, only to find the same situation. Not having much choice, Beelzebub went back over to the first stall where her friend was and did her best to patiently wait for her to come out. About a minute and a half later, Belphegor’s stream was still going strong and showed no signs of giving up. Nearing her limit, Beelzebub pounded the side of her fist into the door and said, “Gocchin, how much longer are you going to be in there? I really need to go too.”
“It might be a while,” Belphegor called back. “Just use one of the other two stalls.”
“I can’t. The toilets in them are both broken, and I really need to go. Please hurry up.”
“I’ll try,” replied Belphegor. Another thirty seconds passed and, in that time, it seemed like Belphegor’s stream was only getting stronger.
Unable to take it anymore, Beelzebub whispered to herself, “I’ll just use the sink.” She then hustled over to the sink, hiked up her dress, pulled down her pink panties, and hoisted herself onto the sink without a second to spare. A second after hopping onto the sink, she felt her bladder give way, and cascade of greenish yellow water began flowing out of her and into the white porcelain sink below. “Thank God,” she whispered to herself as her muscles began to relax.
It was right about then that Belphegor finished up. The moment she did, she could hear a second pee stream. Having been told that the other two toilets were out of order, Belphegor began to wonder where else someone could possibly pee in this room. Curiosity getting the best of her, Belphegor leaned forward and opened the door a bit. She was shocked by what she saw. Several feet away from her was her best friend with her dress hiked up, panties around her ankles, pissing in a sink. Belphegor couldn’t help but stare at the stream coming out from between her friend’s legs.
“Do you think you could stop staring?” asked Beelzebub when she finally noticed Belphegor.
“I’m sorry,” blushed Belphegor as she slammed the stall door shut. She then turned toward the toilet to assess the damage that she had done. Sure enough, the toilet seat was covered with piss, some of it beginning to run down the sides of the toilet and into the small puddles that had formed on the floor towards the back of the toilet. As she looked closer she found that she had even managed to hit the back wall. Unable to take the guilt of having made such a mess, she grabbed some toilet paper and began mopping up her urine.
About a moment and a half later, she heard a knock on the stall door. “Hey Gocchin, is everything all right in there?”
“Everything’s fine,” replied Belphegor as she finished wiping up the last few drops of her mess.
“Did you wet yourself any?”
“A little,” admitted Belphegor. “But it’s alright. I always carry a spare set of panties in my skirt pocket just in case something like this happens.” Belphegor then proceeded to remove her slightly soiled panties, rolled them in some toilet paper and stuffed them in one of her skirt pockets. From the other skirt pocket, she pulled out her backup pair and quickly put them on before exiting the stall. She then walked over to one of the sinks that Beelzebub hadn’t peed in and began to wash her hands.
“Hey Gocchin, you were acting a bit stranger than usual today around Azazel. Did something happen?”
“Last night I had a dream that he and I were in the palace garden and that he confessed his love to me. Then just before the dream ended, he tried to kkkk kkkiss me.”
“And did you wake up wet?” asked Beelzebub rather bluntly.
“If you’re asking if I urinated myself, then yes,” blushed Belphegor at her friend’s crude phrasing.
“What else could I mean?” questioned a rather dense Beelzebub.
“Never mind,” said Belphegor. She then looked at the ground as tears began to fill her eyes. A split second later, she felt the warm embrace of her friend.
“It’s okay, Gocchin. Please tell me what’s really bothering you.”
“It’s just that I’m getting tired of these reoccurring dreams of Azazel,” she sniffled
“But don’t you like him?”
“I do, but that’s not the issue.”
“Then what is it?” asked an extremely confused Beelzebub.
“The issue is that those dreams are a painful reminder of what can never be,” she sobbed. Suddenly Beelzebub released her embrace and rested her hands on Belphegor’s shoulders.
“Look Gocchin, you can’t say something can never be until you give it you’re all. Right now you haven’t done that yet. You still have a chance. All you have to do is find the courage to take it. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way. And if he doesn’t, I will be a shoulder for you to cry on.” Beelzebub then turned her head and softly whispered under her breath, “But if he rejects you and makes you cry, I swear I’ll rip his balls off and give them to Cerberus as a chew toy.” As she said it, somewhere in the palace a shiver ran down Azazel’s spine.
“Thank you for your encouragement,” smiled Belphegor as she wiped away the last of her tears.
“Do you want me to walk you back to my office?” asked Beelzebub.
“No, I think I’m going to stay here and clean up my face a little. I don’t want to go back out there looking like a crying mess.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” replied Belphegor. “Besides, if you don’t hurry, you’re going to be late for you’re meeting and Mullin’s going to get mad at you.”
“Fine,” muttered a clearly disappointed Beelzebub. It was clear by her reaction that she was looking for an excuse to put off going to the meeting. Just as she was about to leave the bathroom, she turned around and walked back over to Belphegor. “Hey Gocchin, can you do me a favor? If you get done early with rounding up the Gossamers in my office and need something to do, could you go to the storage room in the basement of the palace and get me the materials on this list?” Beelzebub than handed her a list.
“Alright,” agreed Belphegor as she looked over the list.
“Thank you,” said Beelzebub as she gave her friend one more hug. “I’ll get going now. Let me know right away if you need anything.” And with that, Beelzebub left the bathroom and began making her way to her meeting.
As soon as Beelzebub left, Belphegor began splashing cold water on her face. She then took a couple deep breaths and looked at herself in the mirror. “No matter what happens, you have to keep trying, otherwise nothing is ever going to change,” she told herself. She then turned around and exited the bathroom. As she made her way to her office to go find a box to put the Gossamers in, she couldn’t help but think about how much bad luck she had had that morning. In an attempt to be positive, she told herself that since she had already started her day at the bottom, the only place left to go was up. Of course, what she didn’t realize at the time was that there was still plenty of room to fall before hitting the bottom and that this was only the beginning of what would be an awful day.
To be continued…. |
Here is the second part of the story. It just now occurred to me that I never mentioned that this was a fan-fiction based on the mange and anime series As Miss Beelzebub Likes. Please enjoy and feel free to tell me what you think as I'm always looking for constructive feedback.
Part 2
Not long after the bathroom incident, Belphegor reentered Beelzebub’s office. In the demon girl’s hands was a large cardboard box. She placed the box on the floor and began to gently round up the white furballs that had invaded the office. It took her almost half an hour to catch them. “That should be the last of them,” smiled Belphegor as she gently placed the last Gossamer in the box. Belphegor rose to her feet, grabbed the box, and exited the office. Making her way to Beelzebub’s room with the box of fluffballs, Belphegor couldn’t help but me mesmerized by how cute these little creatures were.
Several minutes later, Belphegor was in Beelzebub’s room. Carefully tipping the box over on Beelzebub’s bed, she watched as the little white creatures scurried out of the box. “You guys are so adorable,” she giggled as the creatures swarmed around her and began to rub their fluffy bodies against her. Picking one of the little creatures up, she said, “I’m sure Azazel would love to be a part of this.”
Even though Belphegor hardly spoke to Azazel due to her extreme shyness, she would still occasionally watch him from a distance. It was through her observations that she had realized that the large, muscular demon had a soft side for cute things. She had even observed him a few times in the palace garden trying to pet the Gossamers only to have the creatures recoil due to his intimidating stature. Yet even when these creatures ran from him, he would never get angry. Instead Azazel would offer a small understanding smile filled with both warmth and hints of sadness before leaving the creatures be.
Belphegor had also observed how truly kind Azazel was. He always seemed willing to help out both friends and strangers when he could, and he never complained. He also expressed concern for others when they were sick, hurt, or upset. Azazel even expressed concern for her even though she was always running away from him. In fact, it seemed like a miracle that he was even nice to her at all given how much it must have hurt his feelings to watch her run from him without an explanation as to why. As that last thought crossed her mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about how cruel it must have seemed to constantly run from him.
Gently squeezing the Gossamer against her chest, she whispered to herself “I really am awful, aren’t I?” As tears began to roll down her eyes once more, several of the Gossamers gathered around her and nuzzled up against her face. “Thank you,” she softly said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
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While Belphegor was busy dealing with the Gossamers, Azazel was transporting large boxes of documents to a large storage room beneath the palace as a favor to Mullin and Beelzebub. It had taken him several trips, but he was now carrying the last of the boxes. As he walked down the steps to the underground storage room, he couldn’t stop thinking about his interaction with Belphegor earlier. While he was used to her running away from him, it still didn’t hurt any less. However, her reaction to him today seemed a little more severe than usual. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered if he was really that scary and whether he could ever be around Belphegor without her running away in terror.
Arriving at the storage room, Azazel placed the last box on top of the pile he had made outside the large door. Fishing into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a small bottle of water and took a swig. Placing the bottle back into his pocket, he then pulled out a silver key and inserted it into the door. As he opened the door, he couldn’t help but notice how heavy it was, even for a demon like him. This made sense as this particular storage room was built to house important documents and was designed to keep those with less savory motives out.
Azazel was just getting ready to grab the first box when he remembered Mullin’s warning. “The door to the storage room is heavy and does not always stay open. There should be a large wooden beam against the wall inside the storage room. Be sure to use it to prop open the door so you don’t get locked in.” Taking Mullin’s words to heart, Azazel peeked his head inside the storage room and saw the large beam leaning against the wall. Azazel quickly propped it up against the door. Just as he was getting ready to exit the room, he noticed a lantern hanging on the wall. “Surely this will come in handy later,” he thought to himself as he exited the room. He then set about grabbing the boxes and bringing them into the room one by one.
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After composing herself, Belphegor left Beelzebub’s room and began making her way towards the palace basement. In her hands was a long list of books and documents that had been placed in the underground storage room for safe keeping. It was now her job to retrieve the documents and bring them back to Beelzebub. As she examined the list, Belphegor soon became enraptured by Beelzebub’s neat and eloquent handwriting. By the time she looked up from the paper, she had already reached the entrance to the storage room.
The first thing she noticed was that the door was wide open and that there was a large beam of wood almost twice her size leaning up against it. The second thing she noticed was that the room was rather dark with only a faint glow towards what Belphegor could only assume was the back of the room. Beginning to get a little nervous, she quietly called out, “Is anybody in here?” She waited for a response, but nothing came. Her legs began to quiver as she looked on into the dark room. While the darkness was a little intimidating, what terrified her the most was the thought that somebody could be in there waiting to jump out at her. The more she thought about it, the stronger the slight tingling sensation in bladder grew. She didn’t want to go inside. She wanted to run away as quickly as possible. “I can’t do this,” she whimpered, “I’m just too scared.”
Just as Belphegor was about to turn around and leave, words that Beelzebub had once told her began to echo through her head, “You can’t change if you don’t make the effort. It’s alright to be scared, but you can’t let that fear control you. You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for Gocchin. You just have to believe in yourself.” Taking Beelzebub’s words to heart, Belphegor took a couple of deep breathes, straightened up, and walked into the room.
“This isn’t so bad,” she said in a trembling voice as she took another couple steps further in. She could feel her bladder beginning to fill up again, but even still she was determined to see this through. After all, what were the chances that someone would be in here waiting to scare her. Suddenly she heard a large thunk followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. It was coming from further back in the room. Then much to Belphegor’s horror, the dim glow towards the back of the room began to grow brighter and appeared to be moving closer to her. “Sttt…Stay baba…back,” she uttered in an almost inaudible voice. But still the light drew closer. It was about ten feet away from her and closing in.
“NOOOO!!!” she screamed as she took a step back and tripped over the piece of lumber propping open the door. Just as she jumped to her feet, she heard a loud cracking sound. Belphegor had just enough time to look to the side of her as the heavy door pushed the now crumbling beam towards her. Suddenly she felt something large push her out of the way. A split second later a loud bang echoed throughout the room.
Opening her eyes, Belphegor could see a small lantern on the floor a few feet away from her. Its light was beginning to grow dimmer. As her eyes shifted towards the ceiling above her, she noticed for the first time that there was someone directly above her. It was Azazel and much to her shock, he had thrown himself in between her and the broken beam. “Eep!” squeaked Belphegor as she quickly squirmed her way out from underneath him.
Once Belphegor was safely out of harm’s way, Azazel pushed the broken beam off to the side. He then proceeded to hold up one of his sign cards with the words scribbled, “Are you all right?” Belphegor was so startled that she couldn’t speak. All she could muster was a simple nod. “That’s good. I’m glad,” read another card. Azazel then stood up and walked over to the closed door. Grabbing the handle, he tried to open the door, but found that it wouldn’t budge.
From behind him a trembling voice asked, “Are we stuck in here?”
Azazel nodded his head. He then turned back towards Belphegor with a card that read, “But I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about. Someone will realize we’re gone and come looking for us sooner or later.” He then held up another card that read, “Let’s just try to keep calm until then.” As he put the card down, he noticed for the first time that Belphegor had crawled further back into the room. Her entire body was shaking. “This isn’t good,” he thought to himself. “I’m sure I’m the last person she would want to be stuck with.”
As Belphegor’s entire body trembled, she found herself feeling both happy and nervous at the same time. She was happy because she was getting to spend some time alone with Azazel. However, she was also nervous about being trapped in a room with him all by herself. The more she thought about it, the more she had to pee. Suddenly it dawned on her that there was no bathroom in here and that the storage room was so out of the way that it would be unlikely that anyone would find them in the next couple hours. With the way her bladder was filling up, there was no way she could wait a few hours until they were found. She had maybe minutes at best.
As she rose to her feet, she felt cruel reality begin to set in. She squirmed as she felt a warm burst of pee dampen the front of her panties. She quickly placed her hands to her crotch and squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could. As she did so, she could feel the raging waters building in her bladder. She knew it was coming and if something didn’t happen fast, a disaster would surely ensue. “Why did this have to happen now?” she mumbled to herself as she desperately fought against the call of nature.
Noticing Belphegor’s discomfort, Azazel held up a card that read, “Is everything alright?” Belphegor didn’t respond. Azazel then took a few steps towards her.
Suddenly Belphegor recoiled and whimpered, “Please stay back.” Another spurt of pee seeped out, only this time it was bigger than the last. She was losing control.
As Azazel looked at her, he couldn’t help but notice a small drop of something running down Belphegor’s leg. At first he thought it could be sweat, but as it made its way farther down her leg, he noticed that the droplet had a slight yellow tint to it. Azazel’s eyes grew wide as he put two and two together. “She must be so scared of me that she’s about to wet herself,” he thought. As he watched the poor girl squirm uncomfortably, he decided he needed to do something to help her relieve her discomfort and fast. It was then that he remembered the small bottle of water in his jacket pocket. Without a moment’s hesitation, he took out the bottle, removed the cap, and chugged the remains of the bottle. He then carefully inched close to Belphegor and held out the bottle. The pink haired demon had a confused look on her face. It was then that Azazel held up a card that said, “If you really need to go, you can use this bottle.”
“Are you crazy!?” screamed an embarrassed Belphegor as she took a step back from him, “There’s no way I can do that!” Suddenly another spurt leaked into her panties and this time, she could feel small drops starting to roll down her legs.
“You look like you’re about to wet yourself,” scribbled Azazel on one of the cards.
“I’m fine,” lied Belphegor as she moved her hands away from her crotch and looked down towards the ground. “I can hold out a little longer.” Suddenly Azazel leaned forward and forced the bottle into her hands. Before Belphegor could protest, Azazel turned his back to her, walked over to the door and sat down. He then cupped his large hands over his ears. It took a few seconds for Belphegor to realize what Azazel was doing. As Belphegor stared at the bottle in her hands, she wondered if she would be able to do it. Her answer came when she felt another spurt slip out. She knew instantly that the flood gates were seconds away from breaking and there would be nothing she could do to stop the raging waters when that happened.
Mustering up what courage she had, she called out, “Azazel, if you can hear me, turn around.” Azazel didn’t budge. Satisfied that he wouldn’t hear anything, Belphegor slowly lifted up her skirt. She then slowly lowered her now soiled panties. Her hands trembling, she placed the bottle into position and took a few deep breaths. She winced as she felt the first warm spurt spill out of her and into the bottle. Then came another spurt and then another until a full stream was running forth into the bottle. Belphegor could feel the outer sides of the bottle grow warmer as her urine filled the insides. Looking down, she could see that the overturned lantern was casting light onto the bottle, giving the bottle’s contents a slight golden glow. Belphegor thought it was sort of pretty.
About a half a minute later, Belphegor began to realize that the bottle was filling up too quickly and that if she didn’t stop, it was going to overflow. Using all her willpower, she managed to cut off her stream just as her piss neared the top of the bottle. Belphegor removed the bottle from between her legs and capped it. She then placed it on the ground. Lifting up her skirt and leaning her head down, she noticed that her inner thighs were a bit wet. Belphegor completely removed her panties and used the dry parts to wipe herself down. She then lowered her skirt back into its normal position. As she did so, she cringed a little as the slightly wet part of her skirt touched her bare skin. While she didn’t like it, she still found it more preferable than wearing soaked panties. She placed the dirty panties in her skirt pocket before walking over to Azazel and tapping him on the shoulder.
Turning around, he held up a card that read, “Are you feeling better now?”
“Much,” replied, Belphegor as she blushed and looked off to the side. However, she still felt that her bladder was about half full. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much she could do about that right now. Then from the corner of her eye, she noticed that Azazel’s cheeks were bright red, and he was avoiding looking at her. Looking down, Belphegor quickly realized why. From where Azazel was sitting, he could probably see up her skirt. “EEP!” cried Belphegor as she pushed her skirt down and jumped back. Belphegor could feel her bladder beginning to fill again.
Azazel rose to his feet and held up a sign that read, “We should probably try to get out of here as soon as possible.”
“How?” asked Belphegor.
“I think I might be able to knock the door down,” scribbled Azazel onto a new card. “It would be safer for you if you took a few steps back,” read the next card. Belphegor did as she was told. She watched as Azazel backed up a few steps before running full force at the door. A huge bang echoed throughout the room as his shoulder collided with the door. But it did not budge. Azazel backed up and tried it again. Nothing. He tried again and again, but the door would not budge. After the fifth try, he backed away from the door. Slamming it with his body wasn’t going to work. He needed something harder.
Looking around, he saw a large piece of the broken lumber block he had used to prop open the door. Picking it up he walked over to the door and began ramming it with the block. He managed to ram it about ten times before he dropped the block and fell to one knee. Azazel cradled his dominant shoulder and panted as sweat began beading down his face. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turning around, he saw Belphegor right behind him. Her body was trembling, and her face was full of concern.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“It’s my shoulder,” he wrote down on a card.
“Remove you jacket and lift your shirt so I can take a look,” said Belphegor. She watched as Azazel’s cheeks once again turned bright red as he slowly removed his jacket and lifted his shirt. Belphegor could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she looked at his muscular lower back. As she moved her gaze upwards, her mouth opened in shock. A large bruise had formed on the portion of Azazel’s back and shoulder where the beam had fallen on him earlier. Gently running her fingers along the bruise, she said, “This is all my fault. You’re only hurt because you were trying to protect me. I’m so sorry.” She could feel tears beginning to form in her eyes, but she did her best to hold them back for now was not the time for her to be crying.
Before Belphegor could react, Azazel turned around and grabbed both of Belphegor’s tiny hands in one of his. He held up a card with his free hand that read, “You have nothing to feel sorry for. I’m just glad you’re not hurt.”
Both of the demons could feel their faces turning red as they stared into each other’s eyes. Belphegor could feel her heart racing. Not only was she having a conversation with him, but she was physically closer to him than she had ever been. She was a bit scared, but happy at the same time. Without realizing it, a tear began running down her cheek.
Azazel noticed the tear. Without thinking, he leaned forward and gently placed a finger on her cheek to wipe away her tear. His face was inches from hers. Belphegor could almost feel his breath. If she leaned just an inch or two more, she could probably plant a kiss on his lips. The very thought of that made her bladder scream.
Before she even knew what she was doing, she pushed him away and jumped to her feet. Unfortunately for Belphegor, this was the worst thing she could have done as the sudden motion caused the already damaged flood gates to finally give way. Azazel watched in shock as a waterfall came cascading down beneath Belphegor’s skirt before crashing down into a bubbling yellow pool on the floor below. The sound of her piss was like the hissing of a dozen cats. Her stream rained down without restraint for almost a minute before it finally died out. By then, the damage was done. The front of Belphegor’s skirt was now completely soaked and there were small golden streams running down the sides of her legs.
Belphegor fell to her knees. “Why did this have to happen in front of him of all people?” she thought to herself. “Surely he must be disgusted.” As these thoughts ran through her head, she found that she could no longer hold back her tears. All Azazel could do was watch as the poor demon girl sobbed in a puddle of her own piss.
Suddenly they heard a male voice from outside the door say, “I think this is where the strange banging was coming from.” The voice sounded familiar. Both Azazel and Belphegor watched as the doorknob began to turn. However, the door wouldn’t open. “I think the door’s jammed,” said the voice on the other side. Azazel recognized the voice as Mullin’s. “You’re Highness, let’s have the other attendant’s help us open it.” As those words were uttered, Azazel could hear multiple footsteps move towards the door.
“Nonsense,” said a female voice that Belphegor recognized as belonging to Beelzebub. “I’ll just knock it down.” Instantly there was a loud bang on the other side of the door. Both Azazel and Belphegor watched in shock as the door began to give way. “A couple more kicks should do it,” said Beelzebub as she struck the door again. The sound of the door beginning to splinter echoed throughout the room.
Azazel turned his attention to Belphegor and noticed for the first time that she was frozen in fear. It was then that he realized how embarrassing it would look if someone saw her not so little accident. Without a second to spare, he dashed over to Belphegor, picked her up, and moved her several feet away from the urine puddle. He then draped his coat over her so that she would have something to cover herself with. Azazel flinched as another bang echoed through the room. The door was going to come crashing down any second. It was now or never. Without hesitation, Azazel walked over to Belphegor’s urine puddle and stood directly in the center of it. Closing his eyes, he thought to himself “Please let this work.” Azazel cringed as warm liquid began to run down his legs. As he pissed himself, he glanced over at Belphegor whose mouth was now open in shock. Azazel then shifted his gaze back towards the ceiling, as his final thought was, “Please forgive me Belphegor.”
Just then, the door to the storage room came crashing down. Beelzbub and Mullin entered the room followed by a couple of attendants. All of them were shocked to see Azazel standing in a puddle of piss, the front of his pants completely soaked. “Bro, what happened to you?” asked Mullin as he ran over to his friend.
“I had a little accident,” scribbled Azazel on a card.
“Well don’t just stand there,” said Mullin as he removed his jacket and wrapped it around his friend’s waist. “Let’s go get you cleaned up right away.” Then Mullin and the other two attendants ushered Azazel out of the room.
Once the guys were gone, Beelzebub walked over to Belphegor and lent her a hand. “How bad is it?” she asked.
“I’ve completely soaked the front of my skirt,” replied Belphegor as Beelzebub helped her up.
“We should probably get you cleaned up before you catch a cold,” said Beelzebub.
“But what about the mess?”
“Don’t worry about it,” answered Beelzebub. “I’ll have one of my maids come down and take care of it later.” Noticing the worried look on Belphegor’s face, she added “And don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody that you wet yourself.”
“Thanks Bell,” sniffled Belphegor. Suddenly her thoughts shifted to Azazel. “But what about Azazel? The only reason he wet himself was to protect me. Do you think people are going to make fun of him for wetting himself?”
“Don’t worry,” smiled Beelzebub, “I won’t let that happen.” Taking her friend’s hand, she said “Now let’s go get you cleaned up.”
“Okay,” Belphegor smiled back as the two left the room.
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Later that evening, Mullin and Azazel were in the cafeteria eating pancakes shaped like teddy bears, Azazel’s favorite. As Mullin took a bite of his bear shaped pancake, he asked “Bro, do you mind if I ask you something kind of personal?”
Azazel held up a card that read, “Go ahead.”
“Why did you wet yourself in the storage room?”
Azazel’s face went red as he held up another card that said, “Can you keep a secret?”
“Of course I can,” replied Mullin taking another bite of pancake.
Azazel hesitated a moment before holding up another card. “The truth is that I was covering for Belphegor.”
“Wait a second,” choked Mullin. “Belphegor wet herself.”
“Yes,” replied the next card Azazel held up. “I accidentally scared her so bad that she wet herself. It was my fault that it happened, so it was only right that I made it look like I did it.”
“Wow bro,” sniffled Mullin as he wiped his eyes with his sleeves, “you are so cool.”
“You think so?” read Azazel’s next card. By this point in time Azazel had zoned out, his thoughts on Belphegor and wondering if she was doing alright. He was brought back to reality by a warm sensation on his hand. Looking down he saw that Mullin had placed his hand on his.
“Look Bro, you just need to stay confident and I’m sure that someday Belphegor will come to see that you’re not scary at all. Who knows, maybe you two will become good friends.”
Azazel simply smiled and held up a card that read, “I hope so.”
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Belphegor had just slipped into her nightgown and was getting ready to jump into bed. She was exhausted from the day’s events, but at the same time she was happy that she had gotten to spend some alone time with Azazel even if it did end with her utterly humiliating herself. As she laid down, her mind began running through the time they had spent together in the storage room. Flipping through her memories, her mind came to a screeching halt when she thought about the empty bottle that Azazel had given her.
Belphegor’s face began to turn beet red as she just now realized that the reason the bottle had been empty was because Azazel had drunk its contents. In truth, she had been too busy trying not to wet herself to notice. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. Then without warning a dirty yet naive thought popped into her head. “If Azazel put his mouth on the bottle, and I put the bottle against my crotch, does that mean that Azazel and my crotch had an indirect kiss?” The very thought caused her bladder to start screaming.
“Not again!!!” she cried as she ran for the toilet one final time. |
A/N: this one was a commission that I had a lot of fun with
Gunter has been a consistent presence for most of Corrin’s life; at the very least, for everything she can remember, he has been there. She is sure she should probably consider him more of a father than the distant king of Nohr, and perhaps, in her childhood, that was more true, but now, she does not allow herself to think of him in such a way. However, this is not out of any loyalty to her father; her true reasoning is one she would never tell anyone.
The outside world is completely inaccessible to her, and she has no human contact outside of her servants and her family, and, rather than experiencing most things that the world has to offer, she experiences it secondhand, through her reading. That is how she becomes acquainted with the concept of romance and, somewhere along the line, develops such feelings for herself.
With such limited contact, she should have known that whoever her first crush would be, it would feel wrong, somehow; even if it were someone closer to her own age, even if it were Jakob, who is, perhaps, the boy closest to her, she’s sure it would feel almost incestuous, and she would feel compelled to keep it a secret. But, somehow, she found herself infatuated with none other than Gunter, the constant in her life, the man who should be like a father to her.
In so many regards, she is still a child, though by now she has come of age. With such limited life experience, having barely known life outside her isolated tower, she might as well be an infant, and so she knows that to fall for someone like Gunter is a joke. It would be laughable to any outsider, who would assume she only fell for him because of her limited social interaction, and perhaps the lack of affection from her father, and it would be laughable to Gunter.
Though he might not laugh to her face, he is so much older and so much more experienced that it would have to be somewhat comedic to even consider entertaining the crush of a naive princess like her. She can’t even imagine how it will feel to have him reject her, though she’s pictured it a few times against her will, her mind conjuring up such humiliating images whenever she allows herself to fantasize about him for too long.
It is nothing but a hopeless fantasy, and it would be for the best if she could forget it and move on.
At the very least, she has gotten good at ignoring it whenever she is around him. After all, it would be hard to continue living with him and having him watch over her if she weren’t able to look past her silly crush, if she weren’t able to be around him without growing too flustered by her own imagination. Though her heart races at times, and though she’s sure she isn’t able to keep her admiration out of her eyes, and though she hangs on to his each and every word, she keeps her affections to herself.
There are times when that is important; for example, her training. She has to prove herself as a fighter before her father will even consider letting her out into the world, and Gunter has been teaching her since she was a child. Her servants have more advanced, faster paced lessons, in order to be ready to protect her, but she has become quite formidable on her own. Or, at least, Gunter tells her as much, and she doubts that he would go easy on her, knowing that her results reflect directly on him.
She knows that her most important reason for training and improving is to be given her freedom, and to impress her family, and to have her strength and actions reflect positively on the royal family, but she also knows that a desire to impress Gunter, to earn some sort of praise from him, also drives her. The praise is nothing more than what a mentor would give to a student, but she loves it all the same. Whatever she can get from him, after all, is good enough for her.
It is during a training session with him that the incident occurs, and it is her desire to impress him that partially leads to said anything.
The day starts like any other, with him informing her that her lessons for the day will be combat focused. She is rather excited for this; though she does enjoy reading and learning, it’s been several days since the last time they dedicated an entire day to combat training, and she’s been growing bored with her books. Her excitement leads her to rush through her breakfast, ignoring Flora’s chiding to take it slow, and she quickly gets ready to work with Gunter.
They quickly get into things, with Corrin doing a variety of physical drills and warm ups before she is given her practice blade, and before Gunter takes up his lance. She has been thoroughly educated on the disadvantages her sword would have against such weapons, and he is trying to help her learn how to see through her enemy and work past such disadvantages. It’s been a tricky lesson, but she thinks she’s starting to get the hang of it.
Corrin is so wrapped up in reading Gunter’s movements that she doesn’t notice the slight twinge in her bladder, one that must have started up when she was still doing her warm up exercises. What would have been a small need, a little bit of an annoyance, goes completely unnoticed, until suddenly, she feels a bit more pressure than she remembered being there before.
Of course, she was in such a rush in the morning that she took no time to relieve herself after breakfast, and now, a good two hours into their training, she realizes that her bladder has grown rather heavy in the time since then. She could smack herself for forgetting something so important, but there’s no time for that now. If she lets something as simple as that distract her, then there’s no way she’s going to be able to keep up with Gunter, and if she fails today’s training after so much progress, then he will definitely be disappointed in her.
Pushing her needs to the back of her mind, she tries to focus solely on the man in front of her.
~X~
Gunter has had the privilege to watch the young princess Corrin grow up, though, in the beginning things were more complicated than that. As one of the few who is aware of her true situation, and as someone who lost so much to the man calling himself her father, the man he is forced to serve, he was not happy to be given this assignment, and there were times that he wondered if he could use his position as a glorified babysitter to enact vengeance.
But he couldn’t do anything in the beginning, as he would have to lay low, and he helped the confused, lost princess adjust to her new life. She had already been fed all the necessary lies about her heritage, and from that point on, he taught her everything else that he could, and watched her grow. In a way, she became like a replacement child to him, as much as he hated that idea, but she did not stay that way for long.
That is easily the worst, the most shameful part of it all. She grew and she grew, and she grew into a young adult, and though the changes came on so steadily that they were hard to notice, once he realized, something in him, and in the way he saw her, suddenly changed. He isn’t sure how it happened; he’s known her since childhood, and there’s no reason for his feelings to change. She is supposed to be like his own child, and so he should still see her as a child, no matter how much she’s grown, and yet...he always stops his thoughts short there, but that does not change what he knows, in the back of his mind, to be true.
Gunter never allows himself to fully admit his feelings to himself, and maintains his parental image, teaching and training Corrin, just as he is supposed to do. It is during one of their training sessions that he begins to notice something is off about her. At first, it’s just a brief flicker, a momentary lack of focus that allows him to nearly slip past her guard, and he could have overlooked that, but the more time that passes, the more prevalent her distraction becomes.
He doesn’t go easy on her, but he wonders what it is that could have her so out of it. Gunter hasn’t seen her struggle to maintain focus like this in quite some time, and he wonders if there’s something wrong that she isn’t telling him. Whatever it is, she is able to work past it for a while, always snapping back into focus at the last second, but she leaves many openings for him to exploit as she begins to slip.
Determined to figure out what the problem is, certain that he can use this as a teaching opportunity, he watches her very closely, looking for any hints of what it could be. The passing looks of discomfort on her face give him a bit of a clue, but he isn’t sure if she’s mildly sick, or if it’s...something else. It can’t be anything serious, or she wouldn’t be able to fight through it, but if it’s not any form of illness, then he’s fairly certain that he knows what it is.
At this point, she’s far past the age where he or any of the other servants need to make sure that she remembers to use the bathroom before she begins a long lesson. No one has had to do that since she was very little, so naturally, he doesn’t pay attention to her morning routine anymore. But the more he watches her face and her movements, the more certain he becomes that that has something to do with it. And, if that’s the case, it would make sense that she hasn’t said anything or asked for a break by now. It would likely be embarrassing for her to have to halt training for something like that, and she doesn’t like to show any signs of weakness.
Gunter wonders if he should show mercy on her and bring training to an end for a time being. He could always suggest a break, and resume later, or even switch off to another lesson and do more physical training tomorrow, and he doesn’t think that that would be considered going too easy on her. All in all, he has no reason not to, but he remains silent on that front, continuing their fight as if he noticed nothing.
Gunter can’t explain to himself why- or, at the very least, he doesn’t want to explain to himself why- but he wants to see if she can see this through to the end. He’s interested, for whatever reason, in seeing how Corrin handles herself, and if she’s able to make it to the end of their match without...without what? Asking for a break, or...something else? He does not answer himself.
~X~
Things only grow worse for Corrin, until she can barely focus on the man in front of her at all. It’s been a long time since she’s been this desperate, having always lived in her fortress where she was rarely denied the chance to relieve herself. She realizes that she is, in a way, woefully under trained when it comes to having to hold it, and that, if this were a real battle, she would not be able to just ask for a break. Even if she weren’t too embarrassed to ask Gunter, she knows that this should be a lesson for her.
Her bladder aches in a way she’s never felt before as she’s pushed to her very limit, and she is surprised that it’s even possible for the strained organ to contain so much. Even more so, she is surprised that she’s able to retaliate against him at all, and her mistakes become more and more obvious as her mentor gains an advantage over her.
“Don’t let your mind wander,” he chides her, in an almost taunting tone of voice, with the ghost of a smirk, and if she weren’t so concerned with her current predicament, she wonders if she would be hurt by his teasing, or if would only serve to charm her further.
“I-I’m not!” she protests, but even her voice sounds strained. Without being able to stand still for long, constantly moving and dodging and lunging, she doesn’t really have time to get a handle on herself, and from time to time, she feels herself start to leak. It is always in these moments, when she panics and fights to stop herself from completely losing control, that Gunter gets an advantage on her.
Corrin whimpers, unsure of how much longer he will push this training exercise, and unsure of how much longer she has before she does completely lose control. Her legs feel unsteady now, and it’s so painful that she feels tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She stumbles, nearly, falling, and Gunter scolds her again.
“You’re slipping, milady,” he says. “Have you been pushing yourself too hard?”
The question is innocent, but for a moment, she’s terrified that he’s onto her. “N-no! I’m fine, I can keep going!” As soon as she’s said it, she wishes she could take it back. Every pang from her bladder nearly doubles her over now, and that would have been the perfect opportunity to ask for a break.
“Are you sure about that?” he asks. He’s halted his attacks entirely, and if she could, she would have the perfect opportunity to strike and defeat him while his guard is down
“I...I…” She tries to take a step forward, but her legs are shaking so hard now that she can’t. Even if she wanted to surprise him with an attack, she wouldn’t be able to, and he watches her expectantly.
“Corrin,” he finally says, when he sees that she isn’t saying anything, “we’ve been at this for a while. Maybe it is time we bring this to an end.”
“B-but I haven’t...I-I mean…” She doesn’t know why she’s still arguing, when she does know that she isn’t going to be able to last much longer, and when she knows that she won’t be able to give him any sort of fight if they were to pick up where they left off.
“We can resume after you’ve eaten lunch,” he replies, not letting her finish her sentence- though she isn’t sure if she was going to finish it either way. She nods weakly, letting her practice sword fall to the ground.
Corrin turns around, taking a slow, shaky step forward. She is acutely aware of Gunter’s eyes on her as she tries to remain calm. As tempting as it might be to break into a run, she is still trying to hide any signs of her desperation. Each step is like torture, jostling her no matter how slow she takes it.
No matter how slow she takes it, each step triggers a small leak, and if she were to go any faster, she would definitely lose it, but taking it this slow means there’s no way she’s going to make it. More than anything, she wishes she could just get away from Gunter, that he would leave or look somewhere else, anywhere but directly at her, and then maybe she might be able to do something. As mortified as she would be to have to hold herself like a child, she would do it to keep from wetting herself, but definitely not in front of him .
But he remains directly behind her, watching her attempt her escape, and her knees buckle as she tries to stop yet another leak, already sure that her damp clothes must be starting to show signs of this. She’s frozen in place now, she tries to take another step forward and finds that she can’t, another step would definitely mean-
“Corrin?” Gunter’s voice is soft, concerned, and she can’t turn to face him, nor can she respond. She wants to beg him to leave her before he sees, but she can’t find the words to say it. No matter how she may fight it, she is past the point of no return now, and her knees buckle again, and she reflexively jams a hand between her legs, but it’s far too late for this to do her any good.
What starts as another leak turns into a full on torrent, and she isn’t able to cut it off, until the sound of gushing liquid splashing onto the ground is unmistakable. For so long, that is the only sound that fills the air, and, for just a moment, the relief of her strained bladder emptying itself is so euphoric that Corrin can feel nothing else, and can think of nothing else. For just a moment, her relief is so overwhelming that she forgets Gunter all together, but that moment does not last very long, and soon, she is overcome with mortification like she has never known.
It feels like an eternity before she’s actually empty, and even then, she just stands there, not sure of where to go from here. Naturally, fleeing the scene is the best option, but as the tears that she’s been holding back for so long finally begin to fall, she stays rooted in her spot. By the time Gunter reaches her, she is sobbing, and bitterly thinks to herself that such an action is appropriate for someone who wets themselves like a child.
He rests a hand on her shoulder, and she feels as though she could collapse from the contact. “Milady…” he says, his voice still soft. “Corrin, it’s alright.”
“B-but...but it isn’t !” she wails. “I-I-I tried, but I still...but I…”
“You were prepared to push yourself to the end, even if it meant ignoring your every need,” he says, and finally, she turns her head to look up at him. He is smiling at her, and he pats her shoulder again, as if he’s praising her. “In a true combat situation, there aren’t any breaks, and the fact that you kept trying to push yourself, that you tried to convince me, even at the end there, to let you keep going, shows a commitment to victory that most don’t develop until after their first humiliation on the battlefield.”
“But still…” It isn’t as if he’s scolding her, and if he is disgusted with her, or amused by her accident, he doesn’t show it. What’s more, the sincerity in his words makes her think that maybe he is proud of her, though she still would rather have died than had something like this happen right in front of him. “Still, I…”
“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he assures her. “Though, next time, you don’t have to push yourself quite as hard. You can ask me to stop just a little bit sooner. Now, if you’d like to get yourself cleaned up...I can take care of things here. I’ll make sure that no one else finds out about this, I promise.”
Just like that, he manages to ease most of her worries. She doubts that he will ever be able to ease the last one, because she doubts that her wetting herself in front of him will even have that much of an affect on how he sees her, in the long run. He will likely always see her as nothing more than a child, and her fantasy of a relationship with the older man will always stay just that.
Still, at least for now, she feels a bit better.
~X~
Gunter is grateful for the time to himself, and while he cleans up the evidence of the incident, he curses himself again and again. He’s always known there must be something wrong with him, to feel the way he does about Corrin, but this ...this is something else entirely.
Watching her suffer and struggle to hold it eventually became too much for him, and he tried to give her a way out, but that turned out to be a little too late. He should have done so sooner, and he knows that his reason for waiting so long is one that he can’t explain, not even to himself.
But now that he’s alone, he can’t deny the very familiar sensation of arousal. He doesn’t know how, and he doesn’t know why, but seeing his princess in such a situation has brought on these feelings that he’s never associated with such a thing. Gunter knows that he should try to forget about this, and should not pursue these thoughts further, but he isn’t sure if he will have the self-control needed for that.
At the very least, he knows tonight will be a long night, alone in his room with his memories of their training session. |
Shit, I’m really paying for that whiskey habit now, Cass thought.
“The Khans are no more than a group of thugs. Diplomacy is not going to be an option,” Cassandra Moore asserted, breaking Cass out of her thoughts. She had been stuck in this god-forsaken meeting deep in the bowels of Hoover Dam for what felt like an eternity. Moore and The Courier had been going back and forth over this and that and the Great Khans, with no end in sight.
“Trust me, I’ll find a way. We need all the help we can get for the next Battle of Hoover Dam.” The Courier responded.
Worst of all, all that whiskey she drank earlier? Went straight through her. Cass’s bladder had been filling rapidly as The Courier and Moore droned on about god knows what. Not that she was surprised, really. Whiskey always did that to her. And, well, after losing her caravan to raiders, she’d been drinking even more than usual. And as a result, peeing even more than usual.
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Truth is, Cass was used to caravan trips up and down the Mojave, where taking a piss off the side of the road was a perfectly acceptable - and often the only – solution to a full bladder. She had gotten used to being able to stop and let loose whenever she felt the urge. Which was quite often, considering the amount of whiskey she drank daily. Cass swore she even annoyed some of her caravan guards with her frequent pit stops. But she still always got them in on time and paid them fairly, so they never complained about it to her face.
Traveling with The Courier had been a pretty big change for her. They spent a lot more time indoors and in settlements where pulling your pants down and popping a squat wasn’t exactly acceptable behavior. Add on to that the fact that there aren’t exactly a lot of public toilets around the wasteland and Cass had found herself desperate more often than she’d like to admit (One incident where she barely made it into Gomorrah to find a bathroom came to mind).
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And here she was again, ready to piss herself in front of two of the most powerful people in the Mojave. Thinking about it over the last few minutes had only made it worse. She had to go, and she had to go now.
Fuck it, Cass thought, might as well keep whatever dignity I have left.
“I’ll … be right back,” she muttered, awkwardly making her way out of the room. Both The Courier and Moore gave her sideways glances, but they quickly decided getting back to their argument was more important than whatever Cass was up to.
Cass stepped out into the hallways of Hoover Dam, just glad to no longer be trapped in that meeting. Multiple hallways branched off in front of her, so she decided to head deeper into the dam, where she figured the barracks (and therefore toilets) would be located. As she walked, Cass could feel the pressure in her bladder telling her she was near her limit. She was glad she left when she did.
She soon made her way down a hallway where she ran across a soldier in NCR gear.
“Excuse me miss, but this area is off limits for civilians. I don’t know how you go down here, but you best make your way back up top.”
Cass swore under her breath. “Look, I’m just looking for a toilet, okay?”
The solider hesitated a bit, noticing Cass shifting around in place. “Sorry, but those are the rules, miss. The stairs back to the surface are just down the hall,” he said, pointing.
Cass was just about ready to cuss him out, but another pang from her bladder made her think twice about picking a fight right now.
“Fine,” she conceded gruffly, quickly making her way to the stairs. She climbed back up to the surface, each step sending a sharp urge through her aching bladder.
I’m about to fuckin’ piss myself, she thought. As the whiskey continued to make its way into her already strained bladder, Cass had long given up on preserving her dignity. She moved one hand down to hold herself, only to discover the strain from climbing the stairs had already caused her to leak. Maybe the elevator would’ve been a better idea.
Cass finally made it to the top of the stairs, just glad to have gotten that torture over with. She wasn’t done yet though, and she staggered towards the exit, not caring who saw her in such a pitiful state. As she made it outside, Cass glanced over at Hoover Dam itself, holding back gallons upon gallons of water.
“Place looks like how my bladder feels,” she muttered under her breath. Holding herself with both hands now, she stumbled across the ruined road. She had spotted a pair of boulders across the street, which would be, well, good enough considering the circumstances.
She crouched down behind the boulders, checking she was out of sight of any patrolling NCR troops. But right at that moment her bladder just couldn’t take anymore. She scrambled to get her pants off, but her stream had already started at full force, straight into her jeans. After a storm of curses, Cass finally got her pants down, and openly drained her bladder onto the ground. She soaked the Mojave sand with all the force of her full bladder, just as she had done so many times on caravan trips. It was a welcome feeling as the liquid rushed out of her, feeling the tension flowing out of every part of her body. What must have been several bottles worth of whiskey flowed out of her as Cass enjoyed the sensation of her muscles finally relaxing.
As the flood finally slowed to a trickle, Cass let out a sigh of relief. Her senses returning to her, Cass was able to inspect the damage she had done. The back of her pants were soaked from not getting them off in time, and it looked like she had sprayed them even further while lost in the ecstasy of release.
Cass had gotten into shit before, but she had no idea how to explain this one to the Courier. For the moment though, she just enjoyed the empty feeling inside of her and the massive puddle she had left in the sand, already evaporating in the Mojave heat.
Author's Note: Cass's line, "place looks like how my bladder feels" is an actual line from the game upon arriving at Hoover Dam with Cass as a companion! I was so surprised to hear it I had to look it up, but I guess it makes sense considering Cass's background (lol). Anyways, that line was what inspired me to write this. |
So when I had an account here before that I got rid of before getting this one, I used to write stories. I avoided doing them with my new account because I was better reading them then writing them. I've suggested many different scenarios some of which have been taken by people and if you're curious look around for yourself on the Requests thread or just ask me. But I decided I would attempt to write something that combined two ideas of mine. If you find these two scenarios are something you would like to write about then again don't he hesitant to take them. Chances are your story will be better than mine:
The Scenarios:
"A woman's toilet in her house breaks resulting in it needing to be fixed. This of course becomes a problem when she needs to use the bathroom and there's no toilet working. Again up to you to decide where she ends up going. Maybe trying to pee discreetly somewhere without the guy fixing her toilet knowing so she doesn't get caught in an embarrassing scenario."
"A couple a woman and a man decide to buy a new toilet to replace their old one. Ultimately the husband ends up buying a sort of high tech toilet that has gadgets like it can clean itself or talk etc again up to you how that goes but ultimately the woman doesn't end up liking it but it's now bought so there's nothing she can do and she stubbornly refuses to use it. This of course becomes an issue when she needs to go to the bathroom and tries avoiding using it as she tries to find other ways or places to pee. Ultimately would end with her being forced to use the new toilet and coming around to liking it."
Plot: After their toilet breaks and they learn it would take awhile for it to be repaired, Samantha and David decide to go out and buy a new one. What catches David's eye though doesn't entirely impress Samantha but whether she wants it to or not it's going to stay. And she can't avoid using it forever.
Samantha was a successful office worker who prided herself on doing her work and getting it finished. That meant very few breaks to go to the bathroom at work and often she didn't like going at work because she preferred the clean, comfort and silence of her own toilet at home. Her husband David knew not to bother when in the bathroom, thus allowing herself to pee without being overcome with shyness like she often would in public unless she knew she was alone. Samantha was just pulling into the driveway as she then stopped and got out of the car as she squirmed a little bit in desperation but still kept composure. She only had one break today which meant she was quite desperate to go now.
Samantha then opened the door as David greeted her "Hi honey. How was work?"
"You know me. Busy all the time" Samantha smiled as she then saw her daughter Ashley run up to hug her as she did so "Hi sweetheart"
"I not wet my diaper today mommy." Ashley said with a smile.
"That's good" Samantha said proud of her "You ready to try the potty?"
Ashley shook her head as she then ran off to play. Samantha and David had been trying to potty train their daughter with little success. Something they'd have to deal with soon. Thinking about that again made Samantha remember the toilet as she then headed up the stairs.
Before she could do so David called up to her "So what do want to tonight hon? Eat in or out?"
"I think I'll cook at home I don't know" Samantha said as she head up "Didn't have much break today babe so I'm kind of at maximum capacity here."
David nodded indicating he understood as Samantha then headed up the stairs.
Samantha quickly entered the bathroom and shut the door as she then headed over to the toilet and sat down to pee. She sighed at finally getting her relief as she sat there for what felt like ages as the stream continued to trickle before slowing down. After finishing she went to wipe and then stood up to flush the toilet. As it flushed though she began to notice it bubbling and some leakage come through in the back. Worried she quickly ran out of the room and called David "Honey. Can you come up here? I think somethings wrong with the toilet."
A few minutes passed before David joined her in the bathroom as he began to inspect the damage "Looks like it's overflowing. I don't think I can fix it though I'll have to call someone."
Time passed in the day as Samantha sat at her computer desk doing some work before she saw David approaching her "So what did the plumber say?"
"He said he's unavailable to come this week and I looked around there aren't many other guys in the area we can approach. You think there would be more of them?" David asked wondering why they couldn't get a hold of someone.
Samantha didn't want to obviously be without a toilet for long. Even with her ability to hold she knew she'd have to go eventually "So what do we do?"
David then voiced an idea "I know it's kind of sudden to do but why don't we buy a new toilet? I hear there are guys down at the store that can help you install it and put it together within a day?"
"Can't they fix our regular toilet then?" Samantha asked "I don't know if I want an unfamiliar toilet at home. Bad enough the ones out in public."
"I know it's a bit daunting honey but it could maybe be the best thing that happened? We buy a new one now we probably won't have to replace it again for another couple of years and there's good deals on them." David said trying to get her to agree "It's the best option."
Samantha again didn't want to be without a proper toilet for long so she decided to agree. "Okay" She then kissed him. They then broke it.
"So I guess I'll go looking tomorrow?" David asked
"If it wasn't for work I'd be there. I'd like to know what I'm getting and if it's quality" Samantha said
"I'll probably be there still when you're coming home so you can stop by the store?" David suggested.
"I'll be there" Samantha said with a smile.
The next day Samantha decided to be on the safe side and lessen her liquid capacity. Often she drank to keep herself hydrated and focused during the day but given her trips to the bathroom would now be even more infrequent she would have to keep it low so that she wouldn't be where she was yesterday before meeting with David at the store. While at the sink in the ladies room she suddenly heard her friend and co-worker MIchelle enter in "Hey Sam."
"Hey" Samantha said as she turned to see Michelle walk into a bathroom stall and sit down to pee, being able to hear her peeing as she kept the door open. Turning away to give her privacy Samantha began to tell her what she was going to do later "Our toilet at home broke and because it would take awhile to fix it David suggested we should buy a new one."
"Great" Michelle said as her stream slowed down and stopped and she went to wipe "You know they're getting pretty advanced nowadays. I hear there's a toilet down there that's like the toilet of the future."
"Toilet of the future?" Samantha asked confused.
"Yeah" Michelle said as she flushed the toilet and joined her at the sink and continued "It's got all these features. It automatically can open the seat up with a push of a button. So no more having to put the lid down after he leaves it up. You can time it to your phone so it can call you and it can talk and know your name. I don't know a whole lot but sounds like it's got the whole package.
Samantha didn't like the idea however "Why is everything technology based nowadays? I don't want a toilet calling me or knowing me."
Michelle shrugged "I'd buy it for the automatic closing seat alone."
Both of them then left the bathroom as Samantha wondered would David buy such a thing? Well even if he tried she would be there to say no. No way was she going to have some robot toilet in her house even if some of those features sounded promising. It sounded too complicated and again intimidating for someone whose self conscious about peeing in unfamiliar territory like Samantha was.
A few hours later Samantha and Michelle were leaving work as Samantha headed to her car "Well I'll let you know how the toilet hunt goes. I know one option I won't be going with."
"You can't knock something until you try it Sam. You gotta get over this fear of the unknown of yours" Michelle said
"Easy for you when your so open about that kind of thing." Samantha said as suddenly she got a call "Hello? David? Yeah I'm on my... you got a new toilet already. But I thought we... You saw it thought I would love it and jumped at it without hesitating and now it's at home ready to go?" Samantha listened for a few more moments as she finished up the call. "Okay well. Bye. He says the second he saw the toilet he bought he knew it would enrich our lives."
Michelle smirked "Sounds like you guys are proud owners of a super toilet.
Samantha groaned as she began to squirm a little her need to pee now beginning to arise. Ignoring it she got into her car as Michelle followed her in hers. Maybe the toilet wouldn't look so bad.
Samantha and Michelle arrived at Samantha's house as David opened the door for them. "Hi honey, hey Michelle. Sam told you about the new toilet huh? Wait till you see it. It's unlike the toilet we had or any we could have had."
Michelle looked at Samantha as she said "I'm sure it isn't."
The three of them then went upstairs, Samantha's legs slightly crossing as they then entered the bathroom. What greeted them was certainly something. The toilet was black in colour looking somewhat metallic, being placed on a high grey stand. There were buttons on the side for it's features.
"Wow." Samantha said not sure how to feel. Well she knew what she felt she didn't want it.
"It's great isn't it? There's many features too it. You can play music." David said as he pushed a button and an operatic audio was heard as he stopped and changed "Or it can read too you." The toilet then read a passage from a book. "It's got a seat warmer. There's a night light feature for night time."
Samantha's brain was wracked trying to understand how such a thing was made? Looking at it didn't also help her need to go as she ignored it.
"So what do you think honey?" David asked her.
Samantha noticed David's enthusiasm. Saying how she really felt she somehow would be letting him down "It's quite a gift honey."
"I know you don't like dealing with the unfamiliar. But that's why I got it. It's designed to be the ultimate toilet. With all the functions needed to put anyone at ease." David said as he hugged her.
Samantha hugged back as she stared at the new toilet in front of her. How was she going to get used to this thing? She wouldn't. But she couldn't avoid it forever. David seemed happy and he looked like he did it for her. She didn't want to rob him of the gesture of doing something out of love. She just didn't know what to do.
"I'll leave you to get acquainted. He knows your name and all so it'll greet you no problem. I'll synch up your name eventually Michelle." David said
"You'll be seeing me more often now that's for sure" Michelle said looking at it.
Samantha then looked around as she noticed something was missing "Um honey. Where's the toilet paper?"
"That's another thing. We can save on toilet paper because this it can clean you. Just press one of the buttons and..." David said as they looked at a little fountain of water sprout up "Not that it cleans itself."
Samantha wasn't sure she'd be able to live with this. She then noticed David leave as she doubled over in desperation "What am I going to do Michelle? I can't use this thing!"
Michelle noticed her as state as she voiced her opinion "Whether you like it not it's here to stay. And not even you can hold it forever."
"I know. He got it for me and it was sweet." Samantha said as she crossed her legs "I need to get dinner started."
"You're not going to go?" Michelle asked as Samantha ran off "Then I guess I will" Michelle said she sat down to pee "Okay let's do this toilet."
Samantha could hear Michelle's sighs of relief and her pee audio echoing through her ears as she heard her giggle upon the spray making contact. Hearing her only made her want to leave faster.
Time passed as Samantha still hadn't gone. She didn't know how much more she could hold for. It didn't help with the glasses of water she drank with dinner. As she finished her third glass she got up from the table "I think I'm turning in for the night."
David kissed her tonight as she thought about saying something but didn't "Thank you for the new gift honey."
"No problem." David said as he watched her go up the stairs.
Samantha passed by the bathroom as she looked at the robot toilet practically inviting her to sit down on it. Try the seat warmer. It'd relax her. She shrugged it off as she got into bed and tried to sleep. She'd deal with it in the morning. A few moments passed as she wiggled around in the bed before she was unable to take it anymore.
It was time to confront her fear. Running as fast as she could she ran into the bathroom, forgetting to close the door as she pulled down her pants and panties as she sat down on the toilet. Freezing and being unable to let go she wasn't sure what to do until she heard it's calming voice "Hello Samantha. Do not be afraid. If you need to relax I can play you music."
Samantha didn't know what to say as she heard the calming melody. It was enough for her to let go as she let out an endless stream as she sighed and gave a little moan at being finally able to go as she continued to pee an endless stream. Finally it slowed to a trickle and stopped as she pressed the button to clean herself as she gave out a yelp at the water touching her butt like Michelle did. Suddenly she gave another yelp as she looked up to see David standing outside.
He knew deep down she was hesitant about but knew she had to come around to it on her own. And it looked like she had. "So what do you think?"
Samantha outstretched her arms and hugged him while still seated on the toilet. She could get used to this after all.
The End. Again probably not good and was rushed. Again feel free to write your own version and again if you want to hear my other ideas then ask.
Edited February 19, 2019 by SAM996
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Here finally be desperation -->
"You have the right to pee" proclaimed a huge billboard in foot high letters. Ron averted his eyes in shame - really, the government was taking this public water closets push too far. What next? Public love-making rooms? Shalin was really going to the dogs!Of course people had the right to pee - in the privacy of their own homes. His treacherous bladder spasmed at the thought of going home and releasing his burden, forcing him to close his legs tightly. A thin man, dressed in ragged clothing, slinked out of the room under the billboard - not even looking very ashamed of himself. Ron looked on with disgust (and may be a tinge of jealousy) as the traffic signal remained stubbornly red.He had known the riff raff of this town, those men who hadn't had the benefits of an University education, had always used such facilities. He had even heard rumors of some so-called gentlefolk resorting to using them. Well there were always a few Lords to be found in any whore house. As long as these rooms were restricted to back alleys of questionable reputation, he didn't have a problem. But to put them on the main throughfares, in all public spaces, tempting the easily misguided youth!? That's what happens when you let women vote!He pressed his legs together a little harder, as his bladder throbbed from the effort of holding back hours worth of piss, his loose trousers feeling a trifle tight. Like any self respecting man, he refused to do his private business in public - all these new fangled notions of unnameable diseases be damned. His father, and his father, and every man else since the dawn of human hygiene had done their business in private, controlling their urges in public - and been none the worse for it. He himself had been doing this for almost two decades now - it was really just common human dignity to keep pissing and kissing private.A sharp jolt from his bladder woke him up from his daydream. He gritted his teeth and leaned back as best as he could while driving - trying to give his bladder room to expand. He wished he didn't have to go shopping now - he would love nothing better than to reach the privacy of his home and relax in to the WC. Another surging wave of piss assaulted his spinchter at the thought of finally relieving himself - left hand shooting off the steering wheel to clutch the base of his dick tightly. Just in time to ride out the wave and keep his pants dry - as it has always been since his first year of University. His bladder may be rock hard and pulsing, but he would make it. Real Men always did.As the pain subsided though, shame rushed in. He was behaving like an uneducated loafer. Granted he hadn't been home in more than twelve hours now - but he had finished his continence training with flying colors! Just because he had breakfast with a client, and lunch with another, and drank a few too many glasses of coffee and wine was no excuse. Neither were the couple glasses of beer he drank with his mates after work. A gentleman must be able to hold his liquor. For as long as necessary. As the litres of liquids tried forcing their way out again he seriously contemplated skipping the shopping trip. Or at least postponing it. But no, that kind of weakness would never do. The head of the family must fulfill his promises to his family - so shopping it was. The "Come Relieve Yourself" signs on every street corner, glowing against the darkening sky was tempting him towards indecency - but he refused to give in to his urges. He came from a family of distinguished citizens - the aristocracy, so to speak. He was brought up to be a Guardian of Shalin Values - so he must hold on to the litres of boiling hot piss. Even if his bladder felt like it would burst under the pressure. In his 40 odd years, Ron had seen his world undergo seismic shifts. The traditional values were declining, moral corruption was setting in. But at least most people still retained their civic sense, their dignity. Inspite of rampant government advertising, those 'Relief Houses' remained deserted - most citizens of Shalin, even many of those women who worked and voted (the horror!), choosing to keep their private business private, no matter the temptation. May be there was hope for the world after all. Ron pressed his thighs closer and tried to ignore the stabbing sensations in his belly. He really had drank too much - but he was a man, he would be fine.The downward spiral that led to blinking LED boards proclaiming 'Pee With Pride' had started during his late teens - when women all over Shalin had flooded the streets, demanding 'equality'. As if God made men and women equal! First it was about women getting a secondary education. Though what good it would do them, 18 year old Ron hadn't had a clue, he hadn't seen much point in opposing it. His then girlfriend, now wife, had done the sensible thing and remained away from schools - a paragon of Shalin Values - but if others wanted to pretend to study till they could get married, well it was fine by Ron. And it had been fine by most men - so girls were admitted to public schools for the first time.Little had he known that apparently harmless concession would one day lead to shameless hoardings like the one shining right in front of him. "Pee with Pride" indeed! As if bodily functions were something to be proud of! All these signage, the constant advertising of immediately available relief, made it so much more difficult to forget his aching, hard, bladder. The Devil was whispering in his ears about the pleasures of just letting go, letting it all out - being blissfully empty! He quickly turned off the radio, crushing his thighs together to win himself a moment of relief.As he pulled in to the shopping mall, yet another bright gleaming building was inviting him in. To experience the comfort of an empty bladder, as it boldly declared. A woman was waddling towards it - hands shoved between her legs, tittering on her high heels, barely managing to maintain balance as she was pulled downwards by an aching load in her lower abdomen. Ron could see a dark spot at the back of her bright white skirt. Absolutely outrageous behavior - but at least she had the good sense to look thoroughly ashamed of herself. Really, women couldn't help it - which is why they shouldn't be in men's jobs. But at least most women tried their best, poor things. This one was clearly wetting herself - the dark patch growing as Ron looked on, fascinated (and extremely jealous. If only men could leak without shame, as women with their smaller bladders often do. He would love to relieve a little bit of the pressure. But a real man would die of shame if his clothes showed a wet patch!)He also noticed the group of young men looking longingly (or was he projecting again?) towards the building - wondering if they should follow that shameless slut! Really, who let women hold down jobs again? He bit his lips as another wave of desperation racked his body. His bladder was rock hard - he gently probed it to estimate it's fullness. It didn't give at all - urine filling the organ to the brim. This was the stage you should request emergency leave, the bladder training instructors had told them, and get home as soon as possible. Well, he could only pray his shopping trip was short - he hasn't been this full in a long time. He didn't know how long he had - but sure as hell he wasn't gonna give in to the temptress and rush in to that cheerful looking building. That would be giving in to this new fangled 'feminism'.That "little" ask of his late teens had quickly escalated. The demand to enter colleges had arrived right on the heels of the first batch "graduating" school. Sensible men had raised the question of what good would it do, and the debate had gone on for a long time. But somehow the women had won that round too, and much to Ron's surprise he had found female 'students' scattered around his campus during his last year of college.And the trouble had become apparent almost immediately. The women naturally did badly at continence courses - their petite bladders no match for the strong male ones. While a few of them managed to pass the tests, many failed and were sent home. That should have been the end of that - but the success of one or two seemed to only inspire hoards more to come forward. And before anyone knew it, they were everywhere. Taking jobs off good men, shamelessly demanding for pay. Of course the government had stepped in to control the madness. The few uppity women destroying the peace of a Nation had been dealt with, and things went back to normal. For a while. But apparently those uppity women had simply changed their strategies to quieter ones - slipping in to public life while no one noticed. But even three years ago, no one would have thought these women will one day convince the government to let them vote, elect a new one, and convince that one to start the "Comfort Campaign". All because they couldn't stand a little urge, and were getting fired from jobs over their inability to maintain minimal dignity - and yet they wanted to play at being equals.Ron had worked up quite a head of steam thinking about it when he realized he had been furiously massaging his cock for the last couple of minutes. It was semi-hard, and that took the edge off his desperate urge to get back home. That was one of the emergency techniques they taught in the University. Giving yourself a hard on physically made it impossible to piss - and the fact that no similar technique could be invented for women was yet another proof that women weren't meant to spend long hours outside the house.As yet another woman made her walk of shame to the public toilet, as if more proof were needed that women were unfit for public life, Ron stroked himself one last time and opened his door. Time to be a man and hide his private urges. That was easier said than done - standing up pushed the entire contents of his bladder against one tired muscle. And yet two decades of practice meant his spinchter held steady - not letting a single drop through.Taking a moment to compose himself, he walked in to the mall. Pulling out the list his wife had given, he heaved a sigh of relief. The list was pretty short today. She probably knew he would wish to be home soon today, bless her heart. He had left home at 7am, instead of his usual 9am, to fit in a breakfast meeting with a client. The coffee had flowed rather freely thanks to the early hour, and by the time he reached office he was already 3 cups down. He had gone on as normal, drinking his mid-morning coffee as usual and going out to lunch with another client. It was only after the second glass of wine that he had realized he may have drank a little too much. By 4 pm he really needed to pee, not desperate, but the kind of strong urge he had everyday by the time he reached home. The kind which made him sigh with relief to finally be home He had of course borne it like a man, not even countenancing the idea of rushing off to those public disgraces like some of his female "colleagues" did. But when work finally ended, and his friends proposed going out for a couple of beers, he knew he would be pushing his bladder. He really should have left - he had been distinctly uncomfortable already. Instead he had drank two beers, and by the time he left the bar at 6:45, he had had to cross his legs tight. He was bursting - there was no two way about it. His friends had quickly bid goodbye, everyone eager to return to the comfort of their homes, and he had been sorely tempted to rush for comfort too. But a man had duties, especially a man with a perfect wife like his - who never ventured out to shops, who behaved as a perfect Shalin woman, a woman from the old days, should.So here he was, walking as normally as his heavy, aching bladder allowed. He took a quick look at the list - she had kept it short, mindful of his early start as always. He would be done in 20mins, home in 30mins tops. Though his bladder felt rock hard, he knew he could last 30 minutes. He had to. He tried to force his mind off his bladder, but at this hour it was a little difficult to. Most people shopping at the store, at 7;30 in the evening on a weekday, were craving the comforts of home. He saw men jiggling around all over the place, and everyone was taking twice as long because everyone had to stop and compose themselves from time to time. His bladder continued filling, all the beer pumping in to the poor overfilled organ, and by the time he reached the checkout counter he couldn't stand straight under the weight of his bladder. No amount of tugging his trousers up was giving him any relief. It didn't help that there was a woman at the counter. Who insisted on talking to him about "the restrooms". Ignoring his furious blushing she spoke the whole time she bagged his purchases."You know, you really should use the restrooms outside. I can tell you are absolutely bursting! You must have held the whole day? I understand wanting to keep things private, but really, there are locked cubicles and everything. You won't even know you're not at home. It would really make you comfortable you know, finally relieving all the built up pressure ..."His bladder throbbed and pulsed as she spoke, urging him to listen to her, to give in. But the sheer impertinence of the girl gave him the strength to hold on. He hadn't peed in more than 13 hours. So may be he was not able to hide his need. Doesn't mean she had to comment on them! You don't comment on such stuff - it just wasn't done in polite society. Every man understood that - especially at this late hour! Everyone averted their eyes when they noticed someone rearranging themselves after a particularly long shift. Yet she was blithely drawing attention to his temporary weakness! Anger forced him to stand up straight, the stab of pain coursing through his bladder notwithstanding."Excuse me ma'am! I think you are assuming too much. You are free to do what you think fit, but I would rather not talk about such shameless measures as this new government's policies" he managed to say with some dignity. Even if he was clutching his dick through his pocket.He hunched forward the moment he was outside and grabbed his dick to prevent a leak. Furiously rubbing it managed to take the edge off - for now. At least it was dark, and no one could see. He needed the help from his hands, he really did. The building caught his eye again and for a moment he wondered if he dared nip in. There weren't anyone around, and he was on the verge of losing the battle with his body. Surely sometimes men must do what they must do? He unconsciously took a step forward till his better sense kicked in. No, 10 minutes. He could wait 10minutes.He got in his car and used the privacy to snake a hand inside his boxer and squeeze himself properly. That barely helped. He couldn't drive in this fashion - thank goodness for automated driving. Clenching his teeth he leaned forward to start the system up. Even that tiny bit of pressure was almost too much for him. But he somehow managed.The next 10 minutes were utter agony. He was holding himself and stroking his length the whole time, very thankful for the tinted glasses. He might have had been in some very embarrassing spots if he had to maintain decency at this stage. But finally, finally he was home! With his pants still dry. His car had taken him right in to the garage. Oh sweet relief!He could barely move with the weight of his bladder - he couldn't remember ever being this desperate! Except maybe that trip on the Continent - when he had had to bind his dick to prevent any unwarranted incidents. That had been a very long 22 hours. But he had made it then, he would make it now. Summoning every reserve of energy and will power, he climbed out of the car, towards the door leading to the house. He couldn't afford to hold himself any longer - his kids or wife might walk in, or even worse, a domestic - but knowing relief was so close was giving him the impetus needed to tolerate the pain in his abdomen. This huge ball of piss would be out of him right now, and he will be blissfully empty again!All the hope shattered as he entered the living room and saw his wife and daughter sitting there, legs daintily crossed, looking towards the door of the only bathroom in the house. His need must have been written on his face, because his wife's glance was immediately sympathetic."Hi Darling! How was your day? We went to Lady Russell's ball on the other side of town, you know! She serves these really excellent drinks - the dear woman. We just got back, just in time to meet Martin coming back from the University"That, that said a lot of things, in Shalin code. That said Martin, his son, is currently in the bathroom. His wife let him go first because he has just started continence training at the University, and is always in a very very bad state when he gets home. He will need a bit of time to clean himself up. But his wife and daughter really want to get in there too, all the cocktails fighting to come out. This was code asking his permission to relieve themselves first. This was code requesting him to wait some more - for the comfort of his wife and daughter. And a man must always put his family's needs above his own. No matter how great his own need. But just the thought of waiting caused his bladder to rebel as a drop of piss escaped in to his boxers. Shit, he needed to hold himself. He needed to be alone with his pain."My day was fine sweetheart, but a little tiring. I'll go lie down in the guest room for some time!"That, that was code too. I am desperate to get in there but I will wait. I can't wait here - I can't let my daughter see me in the state I am. I will fight my battle alone. Please get the kids out of the way and let me know as soon as the bathroom is free."Are you all right?" she asked with real concern in her voice. 'Will you be able to wait?' is what she meant.He merely nodded and walked gingerly in to the guest room, his wife and daughter averting their eyes - giving him enough privacy to grab his crotch and stop any further leaks. And boy did he need that helping hand.The pain was unreal. The hardness of his bladder unprecedented. He could feel his spinchter giving under the pressure. And yet he must wait. He couldn't even walk to the bed once he had closed the door. He needed to sit down, he needed to hold. He kneaded his dick up and down, up and down, trying to find some relief. But the pain kept growing, as his son continued his cleaning up.Finally Ron could take no more. He curled in to a ball on the wooden floor - unable to tolerate the pain or the pressure a second longer. Oh how he wished he could jump ahead of them all, bang on the door and ask to be let in. He was home, but comfort was still so so far away. Oh how difficult it was to be a Shalin Man. He was clutching his dick for dear life, praying for respite, but a trickle escaped his grip in to his boxers. There was nothing he could do except try to stop, concentrating all his efforts on holding on to that flood for a few more minutes.But his efforts were in vain. The trickles continued - not reducing the stabbing pains in his abdomen even a little bit, but creating a tennis ball sized patch on the crotch of his trousers. The trickles continued down his thighs as his rock hard bladder refused to obey instructions. By the time his wife came in, his trousers were decidedly wet. He had managed to stop, eventually, and sit up. But his entire bum and crotch were wet, as were his inseams. His face was burning with embarrassment, as his abdomen continued burning with the aching need for relief. There were tears running down his cheek - both from the pain and the shame.His wife, the angel that she was, hid her disgust well. She was soothing, telling him no one else would ever know, and even a man had his limits. Blaming herself for sending him shopping, when he must have craved home comforts. Offering to venture out to the store herself.That got him out of the trance, out of the 'breathe in-breathe out-squeeze all your muscles tight' routine that had been his reality for the past few minutes. "Oh no never! A man must provide! I promise you this will never happen again - I know how to hold my liquor! Today, today, was just a bad day"She nodded, and pulled him up. He immediately hunched forward, spurting in to his already wet trousers. "Go on, I have sent everyone upstairs. No one else will know how much you sacrifice for this family!" she added with a chaste kiss on his sweaty brow.He finally inched his way towards the bathroom, forced to hold himself to prevent the flood from dropping on to the living room floor. The journey seemed interminable - one more spurt joining in, as if once started, they could not stop. Thank goodness for absorbent cotton trousers.
Finally, he was at the door. He forced it open with his shoulders, and nudged it back behind himself. He didn't dare take a hand off. As he approached the toilet, all his inhibitions broke. He started spurting uncontrollably, the urine pulsing and pushing its way out.He didn't even try taking his cock out. He dropped down on the seat and just let it go. Hours worth of pent up golden liquid permeating his boxers, his trousers. Much of it forced its way to the bowl, from the sheer pressure of the stream once he relaxed. But he couldn't care less where it went - as long as it was in his own bathroom. He moaned in relief and leaned back, letting the piss flow out of him, feeling his bladder deflate, the orgasmic relief that comes after holding much longer than you wanted to. This, this pain, this pleasure, this satisfaction - this was the Shalin Way. He was proud to have upheld it today, completely wet pants notwithstanding. |
Hello, everybody.
A heads-up for first-time readers: if you're a desperation or waiting-in-line fan, you'll probably appreciate the bulk of this story even without any context, but toward the end there will be a lot of character development and references to prior stories. To fully appreciate all the character moments in here, you'll need to go all the way back to "Season 1" of the Meagan & Parker Saga. PM me if you're interested in getting the downloads of Seasons 1 and 2. If you'd rather skip to the fun stuff, scroll down until you see this: -----------------------------
And now, for all my readers, I have an ANNOUNCEMENT:
I am retiring from writing these stories.
Relax: you'll have a few more tales from me before I go. I'll finish Parker's plotline. But after that, I'm going to step away for a long time. Probably not forever... but it's a possibility.
When I first decided to write "Season 3" and create a setting for Meagan and Parker in a college house, rather than a dorm, this story, "The Pile-Up," was the one I really wanted to tell. A true classic waiting-in-line story in which everybody needs to use the bathroom all at once. As I worked my way through the season, this was the goal. Maximum desperation, maximum college-girl hotness.
But as I wrote, I got more and more into the story of Meagan and Parker's relationship. And by the time I got around to writing "The Pile-Up," I realized that I was actually much more excited about writing their relationship than writing the desperation. And when I did work out a rough draft, I caught myself thinking, Darn it, I really need to add more desperation -- as if it had become a chore, something that needed to be done in order to tell the story of a struggling romance.
I also find I am somewhat less interested in my kink in general these days. It doesn't turn me on the way it used to. I guess I'm a bit bored with it. I think I need to find some fresh angle, or just to give myself some time.
But that doesn't mean I don't have mixed feelings. I'm particularly sad that I might be letting down my fans. The appreciation I've gotten here has spurred me on to finish the tale. "I can't quit now," I kept telling myself. "I don't want to disappoint people." So for all my readers, a heartfelt thank-you.
For that reason, and for others, I don't want to abandon this part of me. But I think I need to step back a while, so I can appreciate it again, and before I burn out on storytelling.
So what's next?
What you're about to read is "The Pile-Up." In a few days I'll post the next story, "The Play-Out," here in the same thread. They really belong together. After that, there will be two more stories, which I will post separately. At some point I will write a few bonus stories and compile Season 3 together, as I did with 1 and 2. And that will be the end of Meagan and Parker... but of course they will always be there for you in the stories I've already told.
Again, thank you for reading.
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It was a quiet evening in Franklin House—the Thursday before Spring Break, not long after Meagan’s grad-school celebration. Parker was nearly alone in the house; Lucy and Trav were off somewhere, Zephyr had asked for a girl’s night with Meagan and Dacy at a party on the other side of campus, Cara was at work, Zach was at the gym, and Val and Miranda had gone to a concert. Mitchell was in his room working on something, and Parker was at loose ends.
It was raining—and pretty hard, too. Meagan had taken the girls in her car, so leaving the house wasn’t appealing. Trav sometimes let people play on the Xbox when he and Lucy were gone, but he hadn’t said anything about it this time and Parker didn’t feel like barging in without permission. Since Spring Break was right around the corner, he felt no burning need to get any schoolwork done. He was thinking about turning on the TV to see if there was anything good on—which was a sure sign that he was running out of ideas for entertainment—but then a good track came up on shuffle on his iTunes and he decided he’d just play the rest of the album, which he hadn’t heard in a while. He lay down on the bed and listened.
A door slammed downstairs. From the muffled swearing, it sounded like Zach had come home from the gym, and was probably totally soaked—and cold, too. A few minutes later, water began running somewhere. Probably he’d jumped in the shower.
Perhaps this prompted Mitchell to get up and take his shower. At any rate, he strode down the hall, clad in only a towel with his toiletries bag in one hand, and stepped into the nearer bathroom. Not long later, he began singing. At least he had a decent voice.
Gravel crunched in the driveway beside the house. It sounded like Cara’s car—but when the door opened, the first voice he heard was Miranda’s. Then more gravel crunched: definitely Meagan’s car this time.
“Everyone’s home at once,” Parker said, poking his head out.
“Seems like,” Miranda said, pushing past him quickly. “Excuse me…” She quickly went into the farther bathroom and closed the door.
Val followed her roommate up the steps. “Hey, Parker,” she said. When confronted by both bathroom doors closed, she turned around and started heading back down—only to meet Cara coming up, still in her work clothes. “Can I use one of you guys’ bathrooms?” she said. “The one downstairs is locked.”
“Miranda’s in one—and going by the singing, Mitchell’s in the other,” Val said.
“Well, I hope they won’t take too long,” Cara said.
“Me too!” Val said, retreating up the steps. “I was just about to go downstairs to yours…”
The door at the bottom of the stairs opened again, and Dacy came clattering in. She ditched her high heels as soon as she could, and trotted up the steps, chanting, “Bathroom bathroom bathroom…”
“Get in line!” Cara said,
“There’s a line?” Meagan said, coming up after Dacy.
“We got people in two showers,” Cara informed her.
“Fuuuuck,” Meagan said. “How does this keep happening, guys?”
“You need it too?”
“We all do,” Meagan said, gesturing first to Dacy, then back to Zephyr, coming up behind her.
“I really do,” Dacy said. She was marching in place, picking her feet up off the ground in mincing, careful steps, bare toes on the carpet. Her nails were painted red to match her dress. “Val, can I go ahead of you?”
“Umm…”
“I just drank a lot of rum and cokes and I really really really need to go,” Dacy said.
“Hey, I just worked a five-hour shift with no breaks!” Cara said. “And I had some coffee to get through it. I’ve had to go for two hours!” She, too, was showing some signs of desperation: legs pressed close together. But frankly, Dacy looked much more desperate. Parker was, after all, a connoisseur of such things.
“Dacy, can I get past you?” Meagan said. “I’m not cutting in line, I just wanna say hi to my lover.”
“Oh, sorry, sure…”
Meagan stepped up to where Parker was standing in the doorway. She kissed him hello, gave him a hug, and whispered in his ear, “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Just enjoy it.”
“Huh?”
“Just enjoy it. I mean, what else can we do?”
“You’re sure?”
“Happy birthday.”
He gave her a skeptical look. She shrugged.
He tried to take it all in…
Val, in front, was quiet. She was always quiet, but she wasn’t saying anything at all now. She didn’t seem to be showing any particular signs of desperation… other than a certain look in her eyes. Parker remembered how, long ago when she’d had to pee in a bottle in the back seat of Meagan’s car, she’d gone practically nonverbal first. There was a tension in all her body that spoke volumes, however.
Cara, right behind her, was expressing herself more verbally than physically. “Two hours,” she repeated, as Dacy again begged to go ahead of her. “Two hours! And someone was in the staff bathroom when I got off! I was worried I wasn’t going to make it home!” Worried or not, she still didn’t seem too desperate by comparison. But her close-pressed legs had escalated to crossed legs.
Dacy, on the other hand, was showing all sorts of physical signs. She looked and sounded a little drunk and a lot desperate. She was doing a somewhat wobbly pee dance, wriggling around a little bent over. As she turned this way and that, Parker had an excellent look at her cleavage—for as usual she had gone partying in a short dress. Underneath that dress, her thighs were clenched together, or crossed, or marching in place. “Fuck,” she said. “We drank a lot at the party, but we couldn’t go at the party. The line was too long!” She marched in place again, those magnificent breasts bouncing (her bra was clearly inadequate). But most telling of all was the look on her face: she was grimacing, eyes wide in panic.
“It’s true,” Meagan chimed in. She was not showing the strain that Dacy was, but to Parker’s expert eyes she obviously needed to go: she was locked down tight. “I had the least of all of us, since I had to drive, and I had two beers. They were a while back,” she added quickly. “We were there a long while. Longer than I expected…”
“Sorry!” Zephyr said. “I wanted to hear the band…” She, too, was all dressed up, but in a tight shirt and a miniskirt. She was also wriggling. Quite a lot, actually. “Shit,” she whispered, apparently to nobody, a look of fear in her eyes. “I had four…”
Miranda stepped out of the bathroom.
“Me first, me first!” Dacy begged.
“We all gotta go, girl,” Cara said.
“I am literally about to wet myself, Cara! Can’t you go downstairs?”
“There’s someone in there!”
“I think that’s Zach, actually,” Parker said.
“Really?” Cara said. “Well, he damn well better let me in, or he’s sleeping on the floor tonight…” She headed downstairs quickly.
“Val, please,” Dacy said. She was now bent over, legs crossed, clenched hand held straight down at her sides or making fitful motions, like she wanted to grab herself but didn’t dare. Meanwhile, her breasts were literally slipping out.
“…Okay,” Val said. She didn’t look terribly happy—but Dacy appeared to be on the brink of crying, exploding, or both.
“Ohthankgod,” Dacy said, and rushed in. She was hoisting the hem of her dress as she ran, and Parker caught a flash of ass. “I’ll be quick, I promise!” she said over her shoulder. She moved a little too quickly, perhaps—she tried to kick the door closed behind her, and it didn’t quite latch, so what came next was clearly audible. First the clatter of a toilet lid being flung up and banging off the tank, and then the hiss of a truly desperate piss, and then a moan of pure blissful relief. It all came awfully fast, though—so fast that Parker couldn’t envision how she’d had time to get her panties down. Maybe she hadn’t? (Maybe she wasn’t wearing any?) The pee stream hissed on quite a while. Dacy moaned again. Val looked pained; Zephyr didn’t so much moan as whimper.
“Who’s in the other bathroom? Mitchell?” Meagan asked.
“Yeah,” Parker answered.
“Hey, Mitchell! Can you hurry up?” Meagan said, knocking on the closed door.
“I’m going as quick as I can! I’m all over shampoo!” Mitchell hollered.
The toilet flushed and all three girls still waiting reacted: Val instantly crossed her legs, Meagan tensed up still further, and Zephyr… well, she was already bent over, one hand clinging to the railing of the stairs. The other hand reached under her miniskirt and just grabbed. She was shuddering.
Dacy emerged, blushing a little. Val, moving with far more urgency and hurry than Parker had ever seen other than out on the athletic field, darted into the bathroom behind her, closing the door more carefully. There was a flash of urgency mixed with relief on her face that cut through her usual reserved expression.
“Oh my god,” Dacy said, looking down the steps. “Zephyr, that looks painful.”
“It is,” Zephyr said in a small voice. “I’m almost…”
“Just a bit longer,” Dacy said encouragingly, stepping down past Meagan to Zephyr’s side.
Zephyr shook her head. “I’m leaking,” she whispered.
“What?”
“My panties are wet…”
“Oh, hon,” Dacy said, and hugged her roommate—carefully.
“That does it,” Meagan said. “I’m taking you in with me.”
Zephyr’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yup.”
The toilet flushed again. Zephyr crossed her legs over her hand. Her head was ducked and Parker couldn’t see her face, but the shivering could be the last moments before an uncontrollable explosion—or sobs.
“Nearly there,” Dacy said, reassuringly.
Val stepped out. “Didn’t even wash my hands,” she said.
“Go go go!” Dacy said to Zephyr.
“I can’t move...”
“Just ten feet to go,” Dacy said, literally helping the bursting girl up the last steps.
“You want the toilet or the tub?” Meagan said, already unbuttoning her jeans, as Zephyr tottered toward the bathroom door.
“I’ve never peed in a bathtub…” Zeph said in a husky voice. She was definitely about to explode in both piss and teers. Walking double, one hand still clenched between her legs, she inched into the bathroom.
“Here, I’ll show you how,” Meagan said, and closed the door behind them.
Parker stepped back into his room to avoid listening (and to avoid being caught listening). He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, feeling the churn of images and emotions in his head. So much desperation, all at once. It was a dream come true.
So why didn’t he feel like it? He was barely even stiff.
He lay back on the bed. The answer’s obvious, really. I’d rather have Meagan forever than five—or ten, or fifty—desperate girls in my hall.
They’re sure taking a long time in there.
The door opened and Meagan stepped into the room. She had a bemused look on her face.
“Better?” Parker asked.
“Bladder-wise? Of course. Brain-wise…? Very different story.”
“Why, what’s up?”
She sat down on the bed next to him. “Zephyr just kissed me.”
“For letting her use the bathroom with her?”
“Ummm… I guess?”
“Man, you never give me a peck on the cheek when I let you go!”
“Uh.”
“What?”
“Not a peck on the cheek.”
“…Wait. Lips?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Zephyr kissed you. On the lips.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I am so confused right now.”
“Right there with you, hon…” Meagan shook her head. “Fuck. I should talk to her.”
“Yeah, I think you should!”
“But I wanted to check on you. You didn’t really look like you were enjoying all that.”
He shrugged. “No consent.” And I wish that was the reason I was bothered…
“Aww. You’re so good!”
“Well. That wasn’t the only reason.”
“Hmm?”
He opened his mouth, tried to say, I’m losing you—and closed it again.
She stroked his hair. “Hey. You can say it. Whatever it is.”
“I’m—worried.”
“About?”
“Us.”
She lay down next to him and kept stroking. “Are you worried about the sex? And how we haven’t been having enough of it lately?”
“Uh—yeah. That’s part of it.”
“I know you’ve been jacking off,” she said. “Were you fantasizing about other girls?”
“…Yeah.”
She nodded slowly.
“Sorry.”
“Hey. I’m not happy about it. I wish you hadn’t. But I get why you did it.” She sighed. “I was afraid grad school would eat our sex life… but after I went, not just from trying to get in.”
He said nothing.
“Were you fantasizing about Zephyr?” she asked.
He managed to whisper, “Yes.”
She nodded again.
“Are you angry?”
“Well, irritated. But we both know it was pretty much impossible to avoid her. Besides, tonight your fantasy came to life—and you actually don’t want it.”
“I want you.”
She smiled sadly. “And so the battle began. Desperate girls: turn-on! Massive guilt: turn-off!”
“About right.”
“No wonder you’re freaking out.”
“Yeah. But why aren’t you?”
“Because I saw your face. If you’d been drooling I’d be so jealous, I’d be screaming at you right now. Or worse, not screaming.”
He shuddered in memory.
“But you so obviously looked so uncomfortable. Honestly, you seemed almost as bad as we looked. How can I be jealous of Zeph when she ties you in knots like that?”
“You’re really not jealous?”
She shook her head. “Sad, yes. Worried, yes. A little ticked off and frustrated, yes. Jealous? No.”
They lay there for a while.
“We should probably talk,” Parker said.
“Yeah. You wanna do that now?”
“Not really.”
“Me neither. It’s late and I’m exhausted and we’ve got all of break to do that.” She laid a gentle hand on his chest. “But do you wanna make love?”
“I just wanna hold you.”
“I can live with that.”
“Forever.”
To that, she said nothing.
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They didn’t talk the next morning, hurrying off to class. And when Parker came home to celebrate the beginning of Spring Break, he saw Meagan and Zephyr sitting out back on the lawn chairs, clearly talking earnestly. He decided he wanted to give that conversation a wide berth.
Some time later, Meagan came upstairs, looking even more bemused than the night before.
“What’s up?” Parker asked.
“So…” Meagan began, and stopped, and then opened her mouth again, and finally managed, “I really don’t know how to start this!”
“Yeah, that’s pretty obvious!”
“Zephyr’s got the hots for me.”
“Huh. Did not see that coming.”
“The kiss was a pretty big clue.”
“Well, yeah, but before that.”
“There have been some other hints, too. But here’s the thing: she also noticed that I was always putting myself at the back of the line for the bathroom. And then the way I was acting at the party… peeing in front of everyone, I guess, and making her piss outside…” ”
Parker tensed up.
“Yeah. She’s almost on to us. But not quite. She got the wrong idea—she thought it was my kink.”
“Oh. Oh! Last night—was that a set-up?”
“Yup. Not really totally premeditated, but she was feeling a little daring and desperate and so she decided to have some fun with it. I did notice she was stalling, keeping us at the party a long time… but it ended up waaaay worse than she thought it would be, since everyone else needed to go at the same moment. Anyway. We peed next to each other, in the bathtub, and she kissed me. Tried to seduce me through pee, I guess. She didn’t realize she had the wrong partner of the two.”
“You didn’t tell her…?!”
“Of course not. That’s your secret, not mine. But I did admit there’s a bit of a sexual rush when I hold it so long and then let it out. And she agreed.”
“Whoa.”
“Oh, we’re just getting started here. So apparently she hasn’t gotten laid in many months. She had a sexy Spring Break lined up to deal with that, but her plans fell through. So she knew she was gonna be stuck here, and she thinks I’m hot, and… well, she made a play.”
Parker’s heartbeat was skyrocketing. “And what did you say to that?”
“That I’m loyal to you, of course.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Mmmhmm. I know we’re not doing great, hon, but I’m not about to jump in the sack with someone new because of a rough patch.”
“Thank you. So… I guess this week could be a little awkward.”
“Wellll…”
“Well what?”
“When I told her that I was sticking with you, she offered me a threesome.”
This can’t be happening.
“With pee.”
This definitely can’t be happening. And he said so.
Meagan shrugged. “I guess it is, though.”
“What did you tell her?”
“That I needed to talk with you.”
“Not a ‘no’? Really?”
“So… I know things haven’t been great between us lately…and I thought maybe that… this could help?”
“You’d seriously be okay with a threesome?”
“I’m in college! Lesbian experimentation is totally legit…”
“But you’d be okay with sharing me?”
“The way she framed it, you’d be sharing me with her. She says you’re a good friend and all, but she’s definitely much more into me.”
“I meant in terms of jealousy. Me getting turned on by her. Her getting desperate for—well, for both of us.”
She shrugged. “I guess I’m trying to tackle the jealousy thing head-on. Try to get myself past it.”
“I still can’t believe this…”
“I know. But anyway. I really wouldn’t mind trying it out. Zeph’s cute and sweet and I know she can get you fired up. You said as much last night. But I can also see the flip side, and why you wouldn’t want to.
“So it’s your call, love. What do you say?” |
Well, folks, thank you for the kind words. A few personal responses:
@rebeljaffa: Coming to terms with this kink is one of the main themes of this story arc. I'm at peace with mine... I'm just bored. Don't feel like you're "turning bad" when you embrace this thing we share... unless, of course, "turning bad" for you is pretty good!
@jippy: see below....
@corsa198: I think you might be pleased with the next story. (Not the one posted below, the one I haven't finished writing yet.)
@AliasnameTO: A miniseries? Whoa, that would be intense! Casting recommendations, anyone...? Glad I found your kryptonite, though I confess she's a recent arrival in the series.
Going by the feedback, I feel I shall be pleasing some and disappointing others with the tales yet to come. But what I've written feels truest to the characters, and that has always come first with me.
What follows is called "The Play-Out." Ordinarily I'd post this separately, but it's really so dependent on "The Pile-Up", and rather less kinky than some, that I feel it doesn't quite deserve its own thread.
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“How do you do it?” Zephyr asks.
Meagan shrugs. “I’ve been able to hold it a long time since I was a kid,” she says. “I think I got used to putting it off because other things were more interesting… I remember a teacher telling me to go pee a few times. Last time was in seventh grade. That was embarrassing enough that I just ignored her and held it until the end of class.” She grins. “I’m stubborn, too, that helps.”
Zephyr laughs, then winces and crosses her legs.
“Plus I’ve been getting a lot of practice lately,” Meagan adds.
They both look at Parker. He looks back at them. It’s quite the sight. Zephyr is topless once again, just in shorts: specifically, cutoff jeans, short enough that the pockets show—and so do most of her legs. Meagan’s still wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but with no bra.
“Ohhhh, I have to go,” Zeph says.
Meagan steps closer, folds her into a gentle hug. “Sounds like you need some practice yourself.”
Zephyr turns in her arms, kisses—
Parker’s brain shied away from the image.
This is so weird. I’ll bet all my other guy friends would be so jealous. A threesome? Two hot girls making out on my bed? With all my pee-desperation fantasies coming true? But I can’t even imagine it. Don’t want to imagine it.
Well… that’s not entirely true…
“Sounds like you need some practice yourself,” Meagan says.
“I do, I really do…” Zeph agrees.
“Okay then! This whole week is gonna be all about that. I’m gonna work your bladder like it’s never been worked before. I’ll give you a couple of days off, but today isn’t one of them. You gotta go?”
“Real bad.”
“Hold it. Hold it until… oh, let’s say 3.”
“That’s almost two whole hours!”
“Mmmhmm.”
“I’ll never make it!”
“You’ll never make it if you think about it that way. But think about it this way instead: the longer you hold it, the sooner I’ll make you come. If you can’t hold it at all… well, maybe I won’t let you come at all, too!”
Zephyr whimpers. Meagan, still cuddling her, stands on tiptoe to kiss her—
I can’t do it.
Besides, Zeph’s not in it for the pee stuff so much, really… so maybe if I try…?
Zephyr kneels on the bed in front of Meagan. She reaches for the hem of Meagan’s shirt. “May I?” Meagan lifts her arms over her head and lets Zeph pull her shirt off, slowly. The roundness of her breasts emerge bit by bit, nipples hard with arousal. It’s a delightful contrast, seeing them both topless. Parker can’t help but stroke himself.
“Mmmm, you like that?” Meagan asks him. “How about this?” She runs her hands up Zeph’s body, then leans closer for a k—
Gaah!
Maybe stick with desperation after all?
Zephyr wriggling frantic “I can’t hold it any more, I gotta, I gotta go…”
Meagan stern taskmaster but also crossed legs “You can hold it as long as I can. Do it! Don’t touch that fly, you leave your jean shorts on! Hold it or piss yourself…”
Zeph dancing crying “It’s coming out”
“Hold it”
“I can’t...”
“No.”
Meagan raised her eyebrows. “No?
“No.”
“Just like that? I’m honestly a little surprised.”
Parker sighed. “So am I. But I can’t. I just can’t.”
“Can’t do what?”
“Share you.”
“You’re sure? You’re not just saying no for my sake? Because I can get over the jealousy. I really should get over it, now’s as good a time as any.” She ran a finger trailing down his arm. “And she could be my birthday present to you, y’know…”
“No!” He jerked back.
She snatched her hands back too, palms out. “Sorry! Did I hit a nerve?”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “I appreciate your offer, I really do. I appreciate the guts of trying to face down your jealousy for me. But… I’m not worried about bad sex, hon. I’m worried that—”
Spit it out.
“I’m worried that I’m losing you.”
“Yeah.”
“And having Zephyr involved at all… well… all I want for my birthday is you, Meagan. I want you.”
She nodded, slowly. There was a strange look on her face. “’Kay. I get it. I know this is supposed to be every guy’s dream. Especially since it’s tailored right for you. But I can see why you don’t want it. It could push us further apart.”
“I just want it back the way it was before.”
“Before…?”
“Before you were all about grad school.”
“I’ve always been all about that, hon, I’ve just been more obvious about it lately. You know why.”
“Yeah. Your future. But what about our future?” He sighed. “I just feel like—like you’ve been taking me for granted.”
“I’ve been trying not to,” she said quietly. “I’ve been trying to imagine going through the next few years without you. Trying to imagine what that would feel like. Because I know I haven’t been doing right by you lately. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to be sorry, hon. I want you to do what’s right by yourself. But I wanna be there with you when you do.”
“I’ve been trying to imagine what that would look like, too.”
“What have you come up with?”
“Imagining grad school without you feels… awful. But imagining grad school at all feels awful for you. I’ll be so busy. We’ll be long-distance again…”
“I can take it!” he said, voice cracking a little.
“I know you’ll try,” she said, gently. Sadly.
They hugged each other a long time.
“Well, I’m glad of one thing,” she said finally.
“Hm?”
“We needed this talk.”
“Yeah.”
She kissed him. “Okay. No matter what, we have this week. Let’s enjoy it, like Christmas.”
“Mmmkay.”
“Spring break’s officially started. Whaddya want to do?” She leaned forward a little. “I do feel like some make-up sex is called for.”
“Is it really make-up sex? We haven’t really been fighting.”
“Making-up-for-lost-time sex, then. Stay-together sex.”
“I just wanna hold you.”
“’Kay. But at some point can we move to me holding you in my puss? Or me holding my piss for you? ‘Cause—well—I’m feelin’ the need. For you, I mean, not peeing. I wants ya, boy.”
“That’s really good to hear. Compromise: can we just make out for a while? I might feel more in the mood after that…”
“Totally.”
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Meagan broke the news to Zeph.
“She took it okay,” Meagan reported back. “She’s sad and lonely but she understands that we’ve gotta do what we need to do.”
“Thanks, love.”
“Of course.”
The next conversation they had with Zephyr was a little awkward—“I’ll do whatever you need me to do! Play my music real loud when you have sex! Or I could leave. Would that help?”—but there was no avoiding it. It was just the three of them in Franklin House over the break, rattling around in the big empty house. And Zephyr was, as Meagan had said, lonely. She tried to give them space but naturally the three of them wound up hanging out a lot.
Although no one had mentioned it, Zephyr also discreetly started wearing shirts more regularly—and even bras. Parker could no longer see her nipples poking through her thin t-shirts, and wondered if he was glad of that or not. Or if it even mattered. Had she just moved the element of distraction? He found himself fascinated by her bra straps, which peeked through clearly.
But while Zeph was clearly trying to be good and supportive on one level, Parker had to wonder if her heart was totally in it. Her clothes and her words sent one message, but her body language sent another. At first glance she was simply sprawled on a couch—but her legs were open. At first glance she was simply perched on the arm of that couch—but she was subtly humping it. At first glance she was just standing up to stretch—but her breasts were front and center when she did. And all her lithe limbs were on display.
And one thing Zeph couldn’t change was the size of her bladder. And while she was not nearly so blatant about advertising the fact that she needed to pee, it still showed here and there. She would clearly be a little anxious to get away, but also anxious to continue a conversation, and she’d be wriggling a little before she finally dashed off.
“She may not realize she’s doing it,” Meagan said, when Parker raised the issue. “As far as I can tell, Zephyr doesn’t have a whole lot of levels. What you see is what you get. So I doubt she’s playing it up to get us to change our minds.”
“I dunno about that. In class she’s really different. Much more serious, less silly and bouncy. I think her bounciness is an act. It gets a lot of attention. I should know.”
“Or her seriousness in class is the act.”
“Or she’s overcompensating for her shyness…”
Meagan shrugged. “She might be flirting with us with her body, or she might not be. I think she probably is, whether she knows it or not. But until she says something different from what she said when she and I talked, I’ll take her at her word. And you should too.”
This was more easily said than done.
Parker still had daydreams, mostly against his will, of the three of them in bed—
Zephyr half-holding, half-masturbating her pussy, her eyes totally panicked and totally aroused as she tried to make out with Meagan and keep it all in
—but even when he managed to envision it without his mind rebelling, he still felt more scared than horny.
Meagan was feeling horny, too, but she was being very patient with him, not pushing. He felt better lying in her arms, kissing her. But whenever she moved to touch him, he felt not fully there. He’d repeated his offer to go down on her so she could get off, but she’d shaken her head. “Some of this is about what’s goin’ on down here,” she’d said, pointing to her crotch, “but mostly it’s about what’s goin’ on up here,” pointing to his head. “I can wait. No pressure at all.”
It was late Monday night and they were watching a movie on TV. It was one Parker had seen before and kind of liked—Last of the Mohicans, with a young and hunky Daniel Day-Lewis—so even though the’d missed the first fifteen minutes or so, he’d gotten the girls up to speed as best he could remember the plot and they’d all settled down to watch. Zephyr was sharing the couch with them. And somehow she’d gotten her legs across Meagan’s lap. Parker was idly speculating—as he often did, considering his kink—on when or how the characters in the movie would pee. It being a period piece, the two young sisters who were central characters were always wearing period dresses. This was of course a bit inappropriate for the wilderness they were being dragged through by various men, but the dresses might have their advantages. Did they wear underpants in the 18th century? Or could the two just spread their legs apart and pee straight down? Of course, they’d probably never done that. They probably didn’t know how. Parker spent a pleasant moment spinning out a fantasy about the young blonde sister—the one who never really seemed to know what was going on—and her first time having to pee in the woods. Would she have tried to hold it in until they found a better place? Would she have ever admitted to the men guarding her that she needed to piss—to “relieve herself”, or “powder her nose,” or whatever the proper language was? Her older sister seemed much more on top of things; no doubt she’d just gone behind a bush, hiked up her dress, and gotten the job done. That was fun to think about too…
For a moment the girls in the movie blurred with the girls on the couch. Zephyr would be the shy blonde sister, of course. Meagan would be the practical, just-get-it-done brunette…
Zephyr’s toes were right in front of him. Her nails were painted a light blue. Without thinking about it, he reached out and rubbed her big toe between his thumb and forefinger, then rested his hand on her ankle. During the battle scenes Zephyr gasped and covered her eyes, and Meagan reassuringly patted her knee. And then, as Daniel Day-Lewis and Madeline Stowe made out under the most romantic/erotic fiddle music ever played, Zephyr reached down and covered Meagan’s hand with her own.
A shiver ran through Meagan’s body. Parker leaned forward a bit to see what was going on.
Zephyr swung her legs gracefully off Meagan’s lap and tucked them underneath her. This meant she was leaning forward, very close to Meagan. Her lips parted, just a little. She did not sit back. Meagan threw a look at Parker, who was looking at Zephyr, who was looking at Meagan—
All I gotta do is say yes.
No. All I gotta do is nod.
The music faded, the on-screen lovers broke apart. Meagan’s eyes went back to the screen. Parker sat back. So did Zephyr. The movie went on, working its way to its sweeping, hear-wrenching, beautiful conclusion. The surviving characters looked out over the Great Smoky Mountains, the final theme swelled.
Zephyr stood up and trotted off to the bathroom.
Meagan and Parker looked at each other, the emotions of the movie coursing through them. Meagan leaned in to kiss him. They made out until the bathroom door opened and Meagan smoothly drew back for a moment. Zeph rushed past them and trotted up the stairs. Once she heard Zeph’s door closed, Meagan took Parker by the hand and led him upstairs too.
She stripped the shirts off both of them once they were in their room. She took his hands and held them to her breasts. He could feel her nipples stiffening and her heartbeat pounding. He bent to kiss her; she responded ardently. He worked his way down her body, kissing neck and shoulders and breasts and belly and hips, until he was kneeling at her feet and tenderly stroking her clit through the cotton of her panties. She took this for a minute, then hauled him up and sat him down on the bed. She climbed astride him, being sure her breasts fit snug against his body, kissing his forehead, his hair, his cheek, forcing her tongue between his lips, grinding her crotch against the bulge in his.
He almost didn’t hear it through the blood hammering in his ears (and the music swelling in his mind). But then Meagan left off her kissing and cocked her head to listen, too. Faintly they could hear Zephyr’s voice, crying out—well, what, exactly?
“Is she crying?” he asked softly.
“Sounds like moaning to me,” Meagan said.
“You mean—?”
“The girl’s got a good vibe.”
“Still sounds like crying to me.”
“Might be both.”
Then, after a few moments more, it became fairly clear that it was indeed both. Zeph’s moans were unmistakeably orgasmic—and were followed, a few moments later, by gut-wrenching sobs.
“Poor kid,” Meagan said.
“Yeah.”
It hung in the air between them again: All I/he’s gotta to do is say yes…
He didn’t.
After a while they lay down. Meagan put her head on his chest.
“Sorry, love,” he said softly, stroking her hair.
“Hmm?”
“I wish I could.”
“Could what?”
“You tell me.”
“Invite her over? Or get it up for me?”
“Yeah, one of those.”
“It’s okay that you can’t. Either of them.”
“Just such a role reversal.”
“Same fuckin’ role. I’ve been stressed about school for months and I didn’t wanna fuck. Now you’re stressed about school—still my school—and you don’t wanna.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to—”
She laid a finger on his lips. “Shh. You don’t need to explain. I love you. Whenver you’re ready, I’ll be there.”
For now, he almost said.
“I gotta pee, though,” she said. “Do you want me to wait?”
“Nah, you can go ahead.”
She jumped off the bed and pulled the old jar out from under. Empty and cleaned out—she hadn’t used it for months and months. She used it now, unscrewing the top, holding it to her crotch. He watched and listened with interest as she pissed out her usual big burst. She dried off with a tissue and came back to bed.
He tried, then. Tried it for her, holding memories in his mind. But other memories intruded, and she eventually stopped stroking a softening cock and kissed him instead.
“I’ll still be here,” she whispered.
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Parker woke up to the sound of distant thunder and nearby rain. Meagan wasn’t next to him. He rolled over. In the quarter-light he saw her at the window. He got up and went to stand beside her.
The sky was a deep gray; dawn hadn’t happened yet, and the storm was distant enough that the lightning gave no light. Meagan had the window up, leaning on the sill, nothing but the screen between them and the rain. The drips and trickles of the drains mingled with the patter of freshly fallen drops, the grumble of the thunder lying underneath it like a lazy bass line.
The air was cool, but felt fresh, rain-rinsed. Despite the temperature, Meagan was wearing exactly what she’d worn to bed: just her shorts. Parker ran his fingers through her hair and down her back, arched as she leaned by the screen. She shivered a little at his touch, her eyes going half-lidded and her chin coming up as she stretched with pleasure.
“Can’t sleep?” Parker whispered.
“I woke up early,” she answered, just as quietly, “but then it started raining, and I decided I wanted to enjoy it.”
“It sounds really lovely.”
“Mmhmmm.” She straightened up, stretching, hair falling haphazard around her shoulders. She turned to him, pulled him closer, but rather than kissing him, she just looked, gazing into him, running a finger down his cheek. Then she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his shoulder, face to the rain. He returned the embrace, savoring the seconds, their bare skin, her breathing, the tickle of her hair—on his shoulders this time—and the sound of the rain surrounding them.
She looked at him again. “You know what I want?” she asked.
“Mmm?”
“I wanna go outside.”
“We’ll get soaked.”
“That’s the idea. I wanna feel the rain on my face.”
He kissed her. “Okay.”
She went to her frisbee gear first. “Wear your jersey,” she murmured. “Designed for this.” She pulled on her own, not bothering with a bra, then slipped on her flip-flops. He followed her lead.
They tiptoed down the stairs, opened the door carefully and shut it behind them as quietly as possible, down the front steps between the pillars, and stepped out into the rain.
Meagan took several long steps farther than he did, out onto the lawn next to the swing. She turned her face up, eyes closed, and stretched out her arms wide, letting the rain fall on every inch of her.
Parker watched as her nipples hardened visibly under her thin blue jersey, the wet fabric outlining her breasts perfectly.
After a minute she turned back to him, and this time her outstretched hand was clearly waiting for his. He stepped forward and took it.
“Let’s walk,” she said, and led the way into the gray dawn. He shivered—from the cold? From the moment?—and followed.
It was a strange walk, a soft silence between them, nothing but the rain in their ears. He looked at her often as she ambled along, following where she led, holding her hand tight. His eyes drank in every curve of her body, perfectly outlined, and the drape of her increasingly-wet hair. She kept looking ahead, or up to the sky. She took him east, along the highway, and then turned south on College Avenue. It was, of course, ridiculously easy to get across the big road at this time of morning—they heard a single car go by behind them as they reached the far side. Meagan took them down the tree-lined street, past the dark windows of the college houses—empty over the break—to where the houses started to fall away to vacant lots, and beyond it the farmland. Here she stopped them and turned to face the storm.
It was coming out of the west. They saw lightning flicker far away, and thunder growling a good ten seconds later. It was lighter now, the sun coming up behind them, but hidden behind a stone-gray sky.
Meagan watched the storm come on for several silent minutes. Then she pulled Parker close and kissed him, a long kiss, holding his face gently between her hands, and after they broke for a moment to catch their breath, she kissed him again, longer still. After they broke a second time, it was his turn to kiss her.
“I love you,” Meagan said, softly. Lightning flashed over her shoulder a second later.
“And I love you,” Parker replied. “So much.”
One more kiss. And some shivering. Then she said, “Let’s go home.”
They went back through the quiet campus, past the brick of dorm and classroom, over the empty fields in front of the college, across an only-marginally-busier road, down the sidewalk, back up the steps and into the house.
The moment they stepped inside, the fact that they were soaked to the skin fell on them. It made sense to be drenched outside, and they’d endured the cold without complaint. But being so soaked felt bizarre once they were back indoors, and they shivered violently. They ditched their flip-flops on the tile at the bottom of the steps, jogged upstairs as quietly as they could, and as soon as the door was closed behind them, they stripped off everything they had on and started toweling each other off.
“Okay, now I’m cold,” Meagan whispered, hopped back into bed, and pulled him in beside her.
Parker cuddled every inch of her naked body, big-spooning, hands cupping her belly and one breast, and felt no shame when he stiffened at the memory of her standing all but naked in the rain.
Of course she felt it. She turned her head and whispered, “You wanna make love?”
“Yes.”
“Warm me up.”
Twenty minutes later she was warm indeed, riding him slowly, hair still wet and clinging to her shoulders, watching him with green eyes that shifted from desire to love to fear and back again, all in the space of an indrawn breath.
Edited February 27, 2019 by Weasel
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Tbh this is my first time writing ANYTHING fictional in the past 3-4 years. So any feedback to let me know how I’m doing would be great. This was a one shot I wrote on my phone. I’ve often fantasized about either being in a car with someone I have a crush on desperate to pee or randomly going in for a passionate kiss when my crush loses control in a situation where he can’t hold it. I never considered combining the two until I started writing this. I hope it’s good.
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It was summertime, and I was headed to a convention the city with my friend. Time and him were super close, although I perhaps would have preferred things to get even closer as I’d had a crush on him since high school. At the same time though, I feared I might ruin things if I told him how I was really feeling, so we’d remained just friends for the past 2 years of my crush.
Anyway, we were driving along with myself in the driver’s seat and my friend, Leon, in the passengers next to me. The car was covered in junk food from the past 3 hours of driving. We’d bought two cases of 24 Dr. Pepper cans for the road along with 2 bags of chips and an impulse buy frozen cake at the last stop that we’d not long ago rushed to eat fearing it would melt. There were 4 more hours until our destination. 4 more hours of singing along to weeb music in awkward Japanese before what would be the single most anticipated weekend of our entire year.
Now one thing I’d never told Leon was that car trips made me nervous, and there was a reason for that. While I enjoyed the company and the singing at the top of my lungs to songs I can’t even understand, I had a secret anxiety about road trips surrounding rest stops. I was never comfortable talking about my need to pee and even less comfortable hearing someone else talk about it should they not be able to just walk away and do their business. It awakened something inside me that I wasn’t quite sure I’d be okay sharing with someone else yet... especially not my crush/best friend. I’d only really agreed to drive because the convention sounded like fun and I never really got to do stuff like that at home in our small town. I was starting to regret my decision however when I could have sworn I saw Leon fidgeting a little in the seat beside me. I tried hard to refocus and control my thoughts, but I couldn’t help but wonder, could he need to pee? We’d gone through most of the case of Dr. Pepper by now, although I hadn’t had quite as much as he did.
I tried to take my mind off thinking of Leon’s possible predicament, but it was hard to think about anything else. An hour went by as I sang along with our playlist, trying to keep from watching Leon to see if I could be right. Leon shifted uncomfortably in his seat and checked his phone. The playlist ended and all fell silent. By now I was starting to feel the Dr. Pepper catch up with my own bladder, which didn’t help my struggle not to think about all of this. It wouldn’t be long before I’d start to get anxious about when I might need a rest stop... heck I was already anxious about Leon asking for one at any moment and horny thinking about the fact he might need to go even now.
Another hour passed. Leon has been buried in his phone while I tried to distract myself by calculating how much of the drive would be left in my head. It wasn’t long before Leon finally broke the silence. “Can we stop soon?” He asked.
Dammit, I’d probably been right... he did need to to use the restroom. To be fair I was kind of glad for two reasons, he hadn’t directly mentioned needing to go, not like that ship hadn’t sailed already in my mind thanks to my perceptiveness, and I was kind of needing a restroom myself and this gave me an excuse to simply stop at the next one without having to really say anything myself. “I was thinking of stopping at the next one anyway” I responded.
It was then that I noticed we were headed straight into a traffic jam on the highway. I guessed there must have been an accident or something further up. This meant panic. Leon looked up from his phone when we slowed to a stop and swore under his breath. I figured he was hoping for that rest stop sooner than later, and the odds of that weren’t looking good.
I pulled out my own phone to check to see what might be the holdup. No more than a minute later, I found an article describing a collision with a truck on the same highway we were on. “Great...” I muttered.
Leon seemed to have heard me cause he responded saying “Right? I wonder how long it’s gonna be? I really have to go to the bathroom” Shit... he’d dropped the bomb. I tried to keep a straight face as the heat rushed to my cheeks. I’d already been blushing a little before but he’d just confirmed it in words. My own bladder broke my though process as I felt a pang reminding me that Leon wasn’t the only one who needed relief. This reminder made me quiver a bit... this was too much at once.
Leon seemed to have noticed something was up when I didn’t respond. “You ok?” He asked.
“Y-ye-yeah I’m fine.” I stuttered. The stutter and the tone of my voice furthering my overstimulated state. “I need to go too.” I said without thinking. I instantly regretted it as I realized and blushed. This was not happening.
Leon seemed to realize this was making me uncomfortable and stopped prying. Thank god for understanding friendships, even without having to explain things.
20 min passed before I noticed Leon start to move more in his seat. I was getting a little antsy myself but I was confident I’d still be able to hold it for a bit. I contemplated asking Leon if he was doing ok, but my anxiety wouldn’t let me. I was terrified he’d make things worse for me. It was bad enough I was in a car alone with my desperate crush letting my mind wander as I got progressively horny and desperate myself.
It wasn’t long before I saw Leon double over in his seat and grab himself. I turned bright red, almost losing a leak myself trying to process what had just happened. The traffic still hadn’t moved and I could tell he was in trouble. Heck I should have been in no danger of leaking but I was losing control of myself in more ways than just that, which made it harder to hold it. Leon looked up at me and said “I don’t think I can hold it much longer. I seriously wish we’d gotten bottles instead of cans. If I try to pee in a can, I’ll make a mess and it won’t hold enough anyway.” He seemed super embarrassed as any 20 year old would be if they were about to piss themselves in their friend’s car.
I was sure at this point my face was fire red. Leon seemed to notice and while squirming restlessly asked me “Why is your face so red?” I was lost for words... this was bad enough I might end up having to tell him that I’m super turned on and embarrassed about this. I couldn’t speak. All that I could make were sounds. He seemed to somehow understand and said “Wait are you... enjoying this?” Immediately he grimaced as I watched a small wet spot form on his crotch under his hand. He had lost control and leaked and my breathing became slightly heavier at that moment. I’d been caught, the realization causing me to momentarily lose a leak of my own before gaining control.
“I... I... um... uh” I stuttered profusely. “Yeah” I finally managed to say... internally beating myself up for letting my secret slip like this. Leon didn’t look like he had much longer left and the wet spot on his pants had grown a little since he’s last spoke, so I forced myself to tell him “Hey, uh... I leaked a little myself and it’s my car anyway so... it’s ok if you just let go... I’ll do it too if it makes you feel any better.” I don’t know what motivated me to say that, especially since we still had to drive into the city and get to our hotel, but I wasn’t thinking anymore at this point. Leon lost another spurt as I finished speaking.
“Ok” Leon blushed before removing his hands from his crotch as the wet spot grew in size until it was glistening. God I could kiss him right now. My lips were suddenly interlocked with his a moment later with no resistance from either side. What was I doing? Did I even care? I felt a twinge in my own bladder reminding me I still needed to pee, and with how worked up I’d gotten, it had escalated. I didn’t even have to think about it much before I felt myself let go into the driver’s seat. I was in pure ecstasy and it didn’t take long to reach full orgasm from that alone.
Our lips parted, a blush returning to my face as I pulled away, my anxiety rapidly returning as I processed everything that had just occurred. We sat in our wet seats, silent for what felt like ages until Leon finally broke the silence. “So... what just happened?” He asked, his breathing noticeably heavy with every word.
I gathered the courage to respond. After all, the damage had already been done. “We both just pissed in my car while I randomly made out with you” I admitted nervously. “I’m so sorry!” I added, “I didn’t mean to do that... I don’t know what came over me.”
He smiled, his face almost as red as mine and said “It’s ok. I kinda liked it to be honest. Dunno why... but now your car’s all wet and we still need to drive in once the traffic clears.”
Shit he was right. I’d really fucked this up. At least we didn’t need to stop for a pee break now though. I laughed nervously at the thought. After some deliberation, I suggested we pull over somewhere discreet as soon as the traffic cleared to pull out our suitcases and get cleaned up... we could put towels on the seats to deal with the wetness until the seats dried and I could properly clean my car. I knew the evidence of what we had done would never completely be gone, but a part of me was ok with that somewhere deep inside.
“So?” Leon asked. I tensed up as he spoke. I was still a bit on edge from coming to terms with what had just happened. “Why did you kiss me? Really?” He asked.
I swallowed hard. “I don’t wanna make things weird.” I responded anxiously.
He laughed. “We already crossed that line ages ago by now. Do you... like me or something?”
I blushed, “If I say yes, can we not change anything? I don’t want things to change. That’s why...” I caught myself before admitting I’d been crushing on him for two years.
“That’s why what?” He smiled.
I cursed under my breath. “That’s uh... why... why I didn’t tell you... for so long...” I finally admitted.
He stared at me for a moment. “Well we don’t have to change anything if you don’t want to. I honestly really like you too, but I don’t wanna sacrifice our friendship just for that.” I nodded in agreement as he put this into words. “How long though if you don’t mind me asking?” He said.
“The last two years” I spit out.
“Actually same.” He laughed. I laughed with him as we continued talking, stopped to get cleaned up, and continued the drive. I was sure it’d take a lot to completely deal with what I felt that day, but I’d be lying if I said I regretted any minute of it. |
A little bit of background: the majority of this story is stitched together from multiple real life experiences, that either happened to me, or I witnessed them. I originally wanted to post the relevant part to Wetting Experiences, but I think it wasn't good enough in that form. So I decided to put together all these different parts into a single story happening with a single person instead. I hope you people like it 😊
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I had to pee a bit already while I was still at work. I tried to go to the bathroom, but since it was a Friday the cleaning lady overlapped her work with ours - so she can go home enjoying her weekend sooner. Can’t blame her, but I’m extremely bladder shy. She already started doing the bathroom when I entered the corridor leading there; I saw her big blue mopping bucket partially blocking the toilet’s doorway. I’m not just bladder shy, but also normal shy, and a little awkward at times - naturally, I didn’t want to ask her to leave. And there was no way that I’m gonna do it while she’s in there! I just brushed it off and pretended that I was looking for someone in the nearby room. “I could go into a café on my way home or something.” - I thought. There were plenty of such opportunities on the way from work to my bus stop. I was wearing a nice blouse, a skirt, and stockings that came up to my waist under it, with (not very high) heeled shoes. You know, pretty typical office lady stuff.
I finished whatever work I had left at that point, said goodbye to everyone still in the office, and left the building. I walked towards my stop on the right side of the street, while looking for a crossing to the left where all these bars, cafés, and small shops were. As I was looking around I’ve noticed my bus in the distance. This wasn’t a very busy line, so if I don’t catch it the next one is in something like 30 or 40 minutes. “There is no way that I’m missing that.” - I thought. “It’s only half an hour until I’m home. And I’m already late, so peeing can wait a bit more.” I was going to a small gathering of friends later, so I had to go home, have an early dinner, have a shower, get ready, then travel through the city again to meet my friends. It was a cramped evening, and I had no time to waste now. I picked up the pace, and arrived to the bus stop at the same time as the bus rolled in. I felt this roughly grapefruit sized thing gently pushing forward in me, as I jogged. But I was fine.
To much of my annoyance traffic was so heavy on the road after we turned from the smaller street, that it was a constant crawl. Based on the number of stops covered after half an hour it would take about another hour to get home. And to add to my dismay the driver always pushed the brakes a little bit too hard, doing a lot of sudden stops. It felt like riding a race car or something. The sudden jerking motion that these stops introduced, sometimes several of them in a single minute, were somewhat annoying on their own. But considering their effect of it on my bladder they were seriously upsetting. Every time we stopped I had to hang on not to fall over, and clench muscles in my legs and abdomen. But I was kind of already occupied with clenching a very specific muscle to be honest, and every time I had to brace myself I could feel the extra effort that I needed to hold. And the desperation was growing and growing.
After about half an hour of this sudden starting and stopping I had the idea to discreetly zip my skirt down a bit. It didn’t have an elastic band in its waist, but it was a perfect fit for me zipped all up. Normally. Now my bladder was bulging against it, making it uncomfortably tight and adding much to my misery. I had an idea - “I just pull the zipper down like half the way. It will stay on for sure, but will ease the pressure a bit.” Covering the area with my bag I lifted the zipper handle up to get the little peck out of the teeth, so it can be moved, then... it didn’t move at all when I pulled. I tried a little harder. No avail. I put my bag on my other shoulder after another brake-flooring, and checked it out. Just casually. You know, it’s not that I was threatened with a situation, that will make me the center of attention in an utterly humiliating manner 😅 I couldn’t see anything wrong with the zipper. Looked away like something interesting is happening over there, and tried pulling it again, but it still stayed up.
“Great. It’s stuck.” I was really looking forward pulling down that zipper, and being robbed from that was annoying. I could swear that it made the pressure even worse. I felt the tears of frustration welling up in me, but I held back. At that point I would happily pee into the cleaning lady’s bucket given the chance, even while she watches. But that ship has sailed, hasn’t it? Instead of that here I was, stuck at a public place, with what felt like a small melon sized iron ball down there, nagging me every second.
We were turning onto this smaller two-lane road that goes through a huge park. I knew the route like the back of my hand, since I was on it every day for a year now, and I was still too far away from home even at normal travel speed. “I had to find a place to pee RIGHT NOW.” - I decided. We had one stop coming up right at the edge of the park, and I knew that there is one in the middle, and all the rest are in the city again. The one coming up now is too open and possibly crowded, but the next one is usually less populated. “I’ll just pee behind a tree or in the bushes, or something.” There was even a public bathroom somewhere in that park that I used before, but I quickly put it out of my mind; tried not to think about toilets at that time. I might start peeing.
Yeah, but this smaller road was full of cars as well, at least in my direction. It took something like another 15 minutes to get to my new destination in the middle of the park. I tried not to potty dance or very obviously push my thighs together, since the bus had quite a few people on it, but I did it a few times regardless. I honestly don’t know how I survived, but we finally arrived. I stepped off, the bus rang its bells and closed its doors, and went back to crawling in traffic. I looked around, noticed these very inviting bushes about a minute away. Finally I could see the light at the end of the tunnel! I walked along the road on the side walk for a bit - strangely the other side of the two way road had barely any traffic. I walked as fast as I could without pissing myself in the open. I suddenly heard water splashing - a street cleaner truck was coming the other way. “Of course you have to splash fucking water around right when I’m almost pissing myself!” - I was fuming inside 😡 But honestly I could only blame myself for this.
Acting as casually as I could manage at that point, I went away from the road on this footpath and deeper into the park, towards the bushes. They were a little bit short and sparse to squat down, and there were people around, so I started looking for a denser patch nearby. That’s when I saw this somewhat elevated place a little farther away, with trees and big dense bushes. “Oh, that’s just perfect.” - I was breathing heavily and occasionally whimpering at this point. With one hand grabbing the side of my skirt nervously and my bag with the other, I marched on. “I’m never ever delaying peeing again. Ever!” - I vowed to myself. Probably not the first or the second time either 🤔
I was well outside of sight from the road, but had to cross this smaller one perpendicular to it. It had a wheelchair-compatible curb on one side, but where I was going there was no slope. Right as I stepped up onto this unusually high curb and lifted my other foot up I lost control. It started slow, just a trickle. But with each passing second I can feel the muscle getting looser and looser, despite me trying to clamp down on it. While this trickle gradually grow to a full-bore peeing, I started running. I also pulled up my skirt and held it in one hand, so at least it doesn't get wet. It wasn’t the first time that I peed myself in stockings by the way, so I kind of expected the stream to just pass through my panties and the nylon with minimal flood damages. But this time I happened to have a panty liner in, since I was close to those days. That little fighter soaked up pee for like two or three seconds early on. Good for small accidents, perhaps, but it ultimately blocked the path of the stream. So instead of just coming straight out, and maybe wetting one of my legs a bit, it started flooding my panties backwards, and flowing down both my legs. I ran into the bushes, and squat down behind the first tree. Tried to pull the zipper on my skirt much more aggressively now, but it looked like I caught some fabric with it when I pulled up, so I couldn't get it off even then. I tried pulling the stockings through it, so I can get it and my panties off, but it was too much for one hand. So I just ended up squatting there with my skirt in my hands, and listening to the sounds that the rest of my pee made, as it splattered onto the ground from my entirely wet butt. "Well, at least I don't have to pee any more."
As I could feel my poor sphincter finally relax into normal position, I tried to fish some tissues and random napkins out of my bag, so I don't slowly flood my shoes with all the pee still in the fabric. This is when I heard a voice behind me. “Look Mommy, the lady peed herself!” - as I turned towards the voice I saw this little boy pointing at me with one hand, with his mum holding his other, going away from me deeper into the bushes. Most likely for the same reason I was there. I could feel the heat creeping into my face as I turned away and looked down 😓 “Yeah, this grown up baby managed to piss herself.” - I thought with a frown on my face. “Maybe I need someone, too, to grab my hand and take me to the toilet sometimes.” I wanted to call a taxi, but I couldn't sit down like this. I had to wait for the next bus, and hope that either my pee doesn't smell, or that the bus has someone even smellier. I don't know if anyone noticed me, because I was bright red from the second that I walked to the bus, and only looked out the window or down.
And of course I was late for that night 😒 |
Tinkling Time with the Tikis
Fire Emblem Heroes fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Captain L and Lordbardak (Phoenix) for editing
(Warning: Contains both visual and written depictions of underaged peeing… and no, nobody buys the “She’s really 1,000 years old!” excuse. You’re still going to jail.)
“Hey, Tiki?”
So much for that nap, was her first thought upon returning to the waking world. The incessant hand that had been pushing her shoulder withdrew itself as she stirred awake.
“Mmm?” Tiki mumbled, pausing to sit up from her chair and stretch. A sparkling, blue ocean and bright sand greeted her as her eyes fluttered open. That’s right, she recalled, they were relaxing at the beach today, the Order’s reward for clearing out the bandits harassing the nearby towns. She could see others like the lady Robin practicing her spearfishing, Princes Takumi and Leo engaged in a heated duel of volleyball, and Commander Anna chasing after Sharena, who had stolen her image-recording tome in an attempt to get her to stop harassing the other heroes.
“Great, you’re awake!” The young, girly voice pulled Tiki’s attention again. She glanced to her side and saw someone she still quite couldn’t believe was real, but the green hair, emerald eyes, and dragon wings growing from her back made it impossible to deny. It was none other than herself, summoned from the time of the Hero-King when she was merely a single millenia old.
“Y-Yes, I am awake now,” said Big Tiki, rubbing the sleep out of her eye. “Did you need something, little one?”
“Well, I saw you napping and thought it wouldn’t be fun if you slept through our beach trip.”
“Oh?” Big Tiki raised an eyebrow. “Is that all?”
“Of course! There are so many friends to meet and things to do here. This is no time to be sleeping!”
If only I still possessed such energy, Big Tiki thought to herself. Regardless, her younger self had a point. Despite living to see three-thousand summers, she had surprisingly little opportunity to enjoy herself at the beach, and this one was possibly the most special occasion for that. Heroes from worlds all over were having a blast, and here she was, dozing off in a chair.
“You know, I think I will join in on some of the fun,” Big Tiki said with a smile.
“Yay!” Little Tiki hopped up and down, her frilly, pink swimsuit bouncing with her.
With that, Big Tiki pushed herself out of the chair, her sandals pressing into the sand. Standing upright, she took a moment to stretch again, enjoying the warm sun and ocean breeze on her bikini-clad body. She couldn’t think of a more pleasant way to wake herself up from a nap.
But there was one feeling that was not very pleasant.
“Hmm?” Big Tiki frowned as she felt an uncomfortable pressure from her bladder. It was no small pressure, either; it appeared she had been sleeping for a bit longer than she thought. Now that she thought of it, she also had a bit of tea and delicious watermelon before falling asleep. No wonder she needed to go! How it didn’t wake her up earlier was a mystery for the ages.
“Is something wrong?” Little Tiki asked.
“Oh, nothing.” Big Tiki turned to her and gave a sheepish smile. “I just need to visit the little dragon’s room first.”
“Huh?” Little Tiki’s face went blank.
“What is it? You still need to relieve yourself even as an adult, you know.”
“I know. It’s just…” At this, Little Tiki put her legs together from the knees up and wiggled her hips side to side. “I just realized I need to tinkle, too,” she said with a blush.
Oh dear, Big Tiki thought as she looked at the potty-dancing manakete. She had forgotten about her little problem in the past; she would get so distracted by all the fun things and people, that she would forget about her need for the bathroom until it got pretty urgent.
That had backfired on her eventually. Memories resurfaced of a time when she really needed to go at a new castle, but didn’t know where the bathroom was. She ended up running from hallway to hallway, hands firmly between her legs, until she couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears filled her eyes as pee soaked her panties and trailed down her legs, leaving a big wet patch on the carpet.
Artwork by Papergami, commissioned by myself
It was a painful memory, but she learned her lesson after that. It seemed, however, that her younger self had been summoned before that accident, judging by her squirming. They had better get going before her bottoms got wet with something other than seawater.
“Then why don’t we visit the bathroom together?” asked Big Tiki, “The Order should have set up some tents for such a thing.”
“Okay! Then we can talk and play afterwards!”
Big Tiki chuckled to herself. “We can still talk along the way. Here, this way.” She turned and stepped off, with Little Tiki following behind.
“So, I’ve been meaning to ask you a few things,” said Little Tiki.
“Oh? Like what?”
Little Tiki put a hand to her chin. “Well, you’re me when I’m all grown-up, right? That means you must know everything that’s going to happen to me.”
“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” said Big Tiki, scratching her cheek.
“Then you could probably tell me all kinds of things about my future, like all the friends I make and places I go to. That way, I won’t have to wonder what things will be like when I’m all grown-up!” Little Tiki beamed at her.
“Well, I could…” Big Tiki glanced away. “But I think it would be for the better if I didn’t.”
“Aww, why not?” pouted Little Tiki.
“From what I’ve been told, time is a delicate thing. Simply knowing about the future can be enough to cause changes to it, and not always for the better. If I were to tell you something about your future, it may end up not coming true at all.”
“Wow, that sounds really complicated,” said Little Tiki, scratching her head.
Big Tiki looked at her. “It does, but I also think it’s more fun for you to have all those experiences yourself. Wouldn’t want to spoil all the fun, would we?” She smiled at her younger self.
“I guess not,” she replied, still sounding a bit disappointed.
“Don’t be discouraged, Little One.” Big Tiki reached out and patted her on the head. “There is still plenty of fun to be had in the present.” A pang of pressure from below pulled her attention for a moment. “But that can wait until after our bathroom break.”
“Mmm, alright!” Little Tiki’s smile started to come back. “I hope the tents aren’t too much further.”
“If I recall, they should be on the other side of this rock,” said Big Tiki as they approached the boulder in question.
“Race you there!” Before she could react, Little Tiki already took off, giggling all the way. Big Tiki stopped and smiled for a moment before giving chase. It was interesting to see how she always knew how to have fun back then. Maybe she could still learn a thing or two from the past.
Both of them came to a stop as they rounded the boulders, expecting to see their goal. The tan colors of the bathroom tents were a welcome sight. The lines in front of them, not so much.
“W-What!?” Little Tiki balked.
Big Tiki only sighed in response, but she was just as unhappy. It seemed the Order of Heroes had grown in numbers, but not in tents, and she wasn’t the only one to fall victim to the tea’s diuretic effects.
Every hero standing in line covered the spectrum of signals for desperation. The adults were more subtle with their need, from Tana occasionally nibbling her lip and tapping her foot, to Cordelia glancing away while she held her arm in a shy pose. The younger members, perhaps predictably, all had some sort of potty dance going on, such as Elise wiggling her hips with her hands between her legs, or Nino bouncing from one foot to the other as she did her best to hold it for just a little bit longer.
Seeing all these people also in dire need of relief did not do either Tiki’s bladder any favors. Without any thought, their legs locked together as their holding strength nearly vanished out of sympathy for their friends.
“Ah! I don’t th-think I can wait that long!” said a hip-wiggling Little Tiki.
“Mmm, I must agree with you,” the Adult Tiki replied with a hand resting on her groin. “It seems we’re going to have to go somewhere else.”
Just as she said this, two of the kids in line, the female versions of Kana and Morgan, suddenly broke loose and ran for the ocean, hands firmly pressed into their swimsuits. As they reached the water, their legs gave out from under them, and they collapsed in the knee-deep waters. Their anguished looks relaxed into smiles shortly after.
“Ewww, are they really just going in the open like that?” Little Tiki turned to her grown self. “Oh, please don’t tell me we’re gonna tinkle in the ocean, too. That’s way too embarrassing!”
“Er…” Big Tiki looked with a grimace at the girls relieving themselves before shaking her head. “No, of course not. I think I would get stage fright with all those eyes around me.”
“Hmm, but where can we go?” Little Tiki asked as the two of them looked around.
“That is a good question,” pondered Big Tiki. With the tents and the ocean not an option, they’d need somewhere private and out of the way. Problem was, she didn’t see anywhere like that in their immediate surroundings. This part of the beach had little to obscure them from everyone’s view, and was bordered by a sheer cliff wall running alongside it, with the only gap leading right into a nearby village. There would probably be a bathroom somewhere, but she didn’t know anyone there, and greeting someone with “Do you have a place where we can pee?” did not sound like a good idea to her. There just had to be somewhere else they could use…
“Wait.” Big Tiki’s eyes perked up as her memory came to the rescue. She turned to Little Tiki and asked, “Do you recall the small grove we passed on the way here?”
“Um, you mean that patch of trees and bushes?” said Little Tiki, a bit of hope returning to her eyes.
“It’s a bit of a walk, but it might be the only place we can go. Do you think you can make it there?”
Little Tiki paused to glance at the tents, along with the many desperate ladies still there. “Mmm, if it’s our only chance, then I’ll give it my all!” She raised a fist and gave a determined look, despite her other hand still between her legs.
Even back then, I carried such resolve. “Then we should hurry. This way!” Big Tiki set off towards the grove, beckoning the little one after her. They left behind two sets of footprints in the sand, the only evidence of the little trip they were about to take.
As Big Tiki expected, the walk to the grove took only a couple minutes. It felt a bit longer, both from their pressing need and from the lack of conversation as they just kept their eyes peeled for the greenery.
Both Tiki’s kept at least one hand near their groins for the whole walk, but oddly enough, they no longer felt like they were about to burst. Their bladders still ached with discomfort, but getting away from the tents and the lines seemed to have quieted their bodies’ subconscious urge to open the floodgates too soon.
Their fortune only improved from there. As they rounded the corner of the cliff wall, the Tiki’s were greeted with the sight of the grove, as plentiful with green as they remembered.
“Ah, finally!” declared Little Tiki with a smile. “I was worried I’d have to squat out in the open!”
The Big Tiki looked at the many bushes and trees that would keep them out of sight, giving her a smile as well. “We’ll certainly have our privacy here.”
“Okay, I’ll just, um, go over there.” Little Tiki pointed over at a set of shrubbery that would easily hide her when she squatted.
“And I will just be right over there,” replied Big Tiki, nodding towards a cluster of trees. “Take care, Little One.”
“You too!” she replied, already heading towards the bushes.
They split from there, with Big Tiki walking over to the palm trees. Stepping behind one, she looked around for a proper spot to do her business, her hands moving to the knot keeping her long, pink sash on her hips. She quickly realized that with her in a place this secluded, she knew just about anywhere would be good to squat at. It wasn’t like anybody would even know what she was about to do here, anyway.
Wait, would that mean…
Her eyes widened as it had dawned on her. This exact moment was something she had been waiting for a few weeks now: a chance to relieve herself outdoors with no one around to witness what she had planned.
Her mind flashed back to a routine patrol, one that went by without any encounters with the enemy. She would have forgotten about it completely, if not for a peculiar sight during their “nature break”, as Anna called them.
While she was squatted and creating a puddle just beneath her, Big Tiki noticed two of the other ladies, Princesses Hinoka and Camilla of Hoshido and Nohr, handling their business in the strangest manner. Instead of crouching with their underwear pulled down, they stood up next to each other and parted their panties to the side. Their streams flew forward rather than straight down, so much that they could have been having a contest as if they were men. In her three millennia alive in this world, Tiki had never seen such a thing so crude and yet strangely fascinating. Her curiosity took over from there, and she later asked both ladies about their technique down to its finer points.
Finally, she had the perfect opportunity to try it herself. Taking one last look to make sure the coast was entirely clear, Tiki pulled the knot loose, tossing her sash on top of a nearby bush and revealing her red bikini bottoms. Her hands hooked around the sides, and they were soon pulled down and off her legs. The ladies had recommended she be completely bottomless for her first attempt, just in case things didn’t go well.
With that part taken care of, Tiki turned to the tree next to her, a hint of pink appearing on her cheeks as she felt the ocean air brushing against her shapely, bare butt. She couldn’t deny that she was a little nervous, but she had made up her mind. A manakete never backed down once they were determined to see something through, after all.
She just had to follow the steps taught to her. First, spread her feet to shoulder-width. Second, lean back and put her hips forward. Third, and most embarrassingly, use her fingers to pull her labia up and apart, ensuring a good, clean aim, but also a lovely view of a dragon’s “treasure” if anyone caught her at the right angle.
That just left the final step. Looking down at the grass and not at the amount of pink now visible, Tiki paused to take a few breaths to try and calm her quivering bladder. Her pee was right at the cusp of being let out, but she had to wait for that last mental barrier to be relaxed open first.
But soon enough, she felt it coming, and quickly remembered the last bit of advice: it had to be pushed out.
“Mmm!” She lightly moaned as the first few drops fell out, some of it leaving right away, with a couple dribbling down her special place first. The warmth and slow start made her mind run with worry. What if this wasn’t going to work, and she was about to make a big mess instead?
That worry passed as more of her pee came out, building up into a trickle, then into a jet of golden water, breaking up halfway before hitting the grass. Tiki’s eyes grew with wonder as she watched the stream pick up, landing farther ahead until it started to climb up the tree in front of her, leaving a trail along the way. A symphony of sounds entered her pointy ears, from the piddle pounding against the trunk to the hissing from her exposed nethers.
All the while, Tiki could only stare in awe at the stream leaving her. Relieving herself standing up; what a novel concept, yet here she was doing just that, successfully as well. Sure, she still had a little dripping straight down, and a bit of the stream bounced off the tree and onto her feet, but she couldn’t feel anything but satisfied with herself.
The relief didn’t hurt, either. Emptying her full bladder at such a rate left a pleasant feeling in her groin that radiated throughout her body. Her other muscles relaxed, and she found herself closing her eyes, smiling, and genuinely enjoying this naughty little piddle of hers.
“Aah!?”
But that all vanished the moment she heard a gasp nearby.
At once, Big Tiki’s smile dropped and eyes snapped open, her head immediately turning to the gasp’s source. There stood Little Tiki, her eyes wide as saucers, but not making eye contact. Instead, her gaze was glued to the little show her grown-up self was putting on.
Big Tiki could feel the heat growing on her face. Caught at such a private moment, by a child by manakete standards, no less. Instinct told her to stop and immediately cover herself, but she couldn’t. Her bladder wasn’t finished emptying, nor was it going to stop until the last drop was passed.
With her legs rooted to the spot, all Big Tiki had was her voice. “Er, L-Little One! Did you… need something?” she managed to say.
As if snapping out of a spell, Little Tiki gasped and placed her hands over her eyes. “Ah, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to watch, honest!” she stammered, her whole face going red.
At least she wasn’t looking now. With a frown, Big Tiki looked back to her stream, thankfully slowing down and lowering back onto the ground. The pleasure she had just a moment ago had vanished, and now she only felt embarrassment and guilt that a child had seen such a crass thing.
A few seconds later, her pee finally petered out , with nothing more than a couple excess drips falling from her privates. Remembering her last bit of advice, she shook her hips back and forth to free the little bit still clinging on down there.
At least that’s over with, Big Tiki thought as she sighed and reached for her bottoms. Although they had made use of the castle’s baths together, and were the same person regardless, she did not think being that casual with her body around a “little” girl was a good idea.
“You can look now,” she said once she was modest again. “I’m sorry that you saw me in such a compromising way.”
Little Tiki put her hands down and opened her eyes. “Oh, please don’t apologize. It’s my fault for walking in on you going tinkle.”
Well, it wasn’t like I tried to be all that modest about it, Big Tiki thought as she glanced at the puddle and marking she left on the tree.
“Um, can I ask you something?”
Big Tiki had a bad feeling in her chest, but asked anyway. “What is it?”
Little Tiki looked up to her with determination. “How did you do that? I thought only boys could wee standing up.”
“Er, well…” Big Tiki put a hand up to her chest. “To be honest, I thought the same thing until I was shown otherwise not long ago. This was my first chance for me to try it out myself.”
“Really?” She could see the curiosity welling up in the little one’s eyes. “It looked like you did a great job. Maybe my first try will go well, too!”
“Your… first try?” asked Big Tiki, arching an eyebrow. Don’t tell me...
Little Tiki grew a big smile. “Yeah, it looks like fun. You could teach me how to do it, even!”
“T-Teach you?” Big Tiki’s eyes opened wide. What in Naga’s name have I done to myself?
“Yeah! I mean, who better to show me how to do it than myself? I bet I could easily do it with your help!”
“L-Little One, I…” Big Tiki felt her face growing warm again. “I am not sure if that’s a good idea.”
“Huh? Why not?” asked Little Tiki with a frown.
At this, Big Tiki went silent. Where should she even start? Learning how to pee standing up from other adults was one thing, but teaching it to a kid? Nevermind that it was her past self. What would the Order think of her if word of this ever got out? She may as well ask Kiran to send her straight home, it would be the only way she could deal with such humiliation.
“Oh, please?” Little Tiki looked up at her with pleading eyes. “I won’t ever tell anyone you taught me, honest! Besides, what if we get stuck somewhere, and I really gotta go but have to do it standing up? I don’t just wanna wet myself!”
As unlikely as that sounded, Big Tiki couldn’t deny that without any knowledge of their future in Askr, it was still possible. However, it was the last line that got to her most of all. Though this technique would not have helped her then, she couldn’t help but think of her accident in the castle, and how upset she was for letting that happen to her. Would it be all that wrong to teach her a skill that could prevent another mishap like that?
Not only this, but she could see the curious nature inside Little Tiki’s eyes, the very same thing that made her attempt this feat in the first place. In a strange way, refusing it would be like denying a part of herself, to herself at that. Once more, her mind was made up, and she would not change it no matter what.
“Very well, I’ll teach you as long as you don’t tell anyone about it, promise?”
“You will?” Little Tiki’s face lit right back up, and she hopped up and down on her bare feet. “Thank you so much! It’ll be our little secret, promise!”
“I know it will.” Big Tiki nodded. “So we’ll have to find somewhere we won’t be disturbed the next time nature calls.”
Little Tiki’s bouncing came to a sudden stop, and her smile became noticeably weaker. “Huh? Why wait?”
Big Tiki gave her a confused look. “Wait, did you not relieve yourself already?”
To this, Little Tiki’s hips wiggled, and her legs locked together. “Nope! I was gonna go in the bushes, but the ground was all muddy. I was looking for somewhere else I could go, and that’s when I found you,” she replied. “So can we please start now? I don’t wanna hold this in any longer.”
This had no chance of being a normal nature break, did it? thought Big Tiki. “Then I suppose now is as good a time as any. First thing, you’ll need to remove your bottoms. The floaty ring, too.”
Yet again, Little Tiki stopped her squirming. “Er, remove them?” she asked in a less confident tone.
“It’s for the better. That way, you have no chance of getting them wet. Now, I’d hurry before you start to go too early.”
“A-Alright. I’ll take them off now,” said Little Tiki, her cheeks already turning pink.
Little Tiki’s hands went to her bottoms, and Big Tiki turned around. She remembered her difficulty with undressing in front of others back then, and that wasn’t something she wanted to see anyway.
As soon as the shuffling noises stopped and she heard “Okay, they’re off,” Big Tiki looked back. Little Tiki held her bottoms in front of her with the floatation ring kicked away, the pink dress part of the swimsuit thankfully still keeping her modest from this angle. She was lucky that her suit was just an elaborate two-piece, the adult Tiki thought. If not, she may have had to attempt this in the buff.
Little Tiki set her bottoms on top of a bush and asked, “So what now?” She kept her hands near her crotch.
“Next, you’ll have to assume the stance. Put your feet at shoulder-width, and stick your hips forward.”
Little Tiki turned to the bushes and did as her older self said. “Like this?”
Big Tiki had to pause to sigh first. This would be the toughest part for both of them. “You already know about, um, how things are like down there, right?”
“Um, yeah,” Little Tiki replied, her gaze lowering to the ground in front of her.
“Well, to make sure it doesn’t just fall straight down and make a mess, you’ll need to use your hands to, er…” Big Tiki’s eyes moved from side to side. “Pull the, um, ‘petals’, up and open.”
Little Tiki looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Petals?”
Not my best choice of words, thought Big Tiki. She wondered if it would be better if she just showed her what she meant… without actually showing her, at least.
“Like this,” she replied as her hands went to her bottoms and mimed the “taking aim” part of the process.
Little Tiki’s eyes widened a bit, and her blush deepened. “Oh! That,” she said as she looked back down. Slowly, her hands pulled up the dress, pressing in her wrists to keep it there. Her little fingers went down and did just as Big Tiki showed her, and nothing could be left to the imagination any longer.
Even Big Tiki could feel her face growing warmer from embarrassment. Focus, Tiki, she thought as she shook her head. It was your own, and still is. Nothing to be embarrassed about here.
“So am I all ready to go?” asked Little Tiki. “It feels like it could come out any second now.”
Just one last bit of advice to give, then she could turn around and leave Little Tiki to her business. “Okay,” she started, “When you feel it about to come out, make sure you-”
“Ah!”
Little Tiki’s body tensed up, her lower body clenching forward. An instant later, and a couple drops fell from her groin, landing between her feet.
“Little One! Are you alright?” asked Big Tiki, her body feeling tense as well.
“Nngh…” Little Tiki groaned, her whole face growing red and a bead of sweat forming on her brow. “Huh!?”
A bit more of the yellow liquid dribbled out, but not mostly straight down. Instead, it pooled downwards and formed a trail that snaked down her inner thigh. Another spurt followed, widening the trail as it ran all the way to her foot.
“Ah, no! Not my leg!” She begged out loud. Her hips swung side to side in an attempt to stop it, but this caused her pee, now coming out in a slow trickle, to hit her other leg as well.
Big Tiki felt her heart sinking at the little one’s struggle. This was all her fault; if her curiosity hadn’t gotten the better of her, her younger self wouldn’t be in this mess. She had to fix things before they could get any worse.
“Quick, squat down!” she yelled as she crouched to Little Tiki’s level and reached her arms around her.
“N-No!” Little Tiki twisted her shoulders, pushing Big Tiki’s arms away. Her brow furrowed in determination. “I can do it! I just gotta…”
Without warning, Little Tiki leaned back, and Big Tiki instinctively placed her hand on the little one’s back to brace her. Meanwhile, she pulled her girlhood up even further and more open, and her face scrunched up as she used her strength to push it out.
The change was immediate. What was just a tiny trickle spilling onto her legs grew into a steady, golden stream that flew out almost straight forward before falling and breaking up. It struck a particularly dry patch of grass and dirt, creating a noticeable piddling sound, matched only by the faint hissing from her crotch.
At first, the manaketes could only stare in silence as Little Tiki emptied her bladder with such force. Even the voice in Big Tiki’s head telling her to stop watching and let her have her privacy felt muted against a sight so taboo and yet strangely fascinating. Even when the smell of pee entered their noses, it wasn’t enough to make common courtesy prevail for either of them. They were simply two parts of the same whole, enjoying the same view together.
Eventually, Little Tiki’s open mouth curled upwards into a big smile, and her panting turned into giggling. “Tee hee, I’m just like a boy now!” she declared without shame.
That smile, that happiness from the silliest of things; Big Tiki could not resist such contagious joy. Her lips lifted into a smile, and she soon chuckled right alongside her past self as they watched the puddle growing just in front of them. It may have been a bit of a mess at first, but she was glad things turned out the way they did.
With her small frame and forceful spray, Little Tiki’s tinkle time ended as quickly as it began, with the stream falling away into a small trickle, this one going straight down, thankfully. At the end, the puddle she left was quite big for her size, testament of how full to the brim she was, though her older self still left the bigger one for sure.
“Aaaah, much better!” she sighed as the last few drops fell from her. She looked over to her older self and asked, “How’d I do?”
“I’d say you did pretty well, Little One,” she replied, letting go of Tiki’s back and standing straight up. “Now, I would suggest shaking your hips a few times to get the drops out. Go forward and back so it doesn’t get on your legs.”
“Okay.” Little Tiki did just that, the thrusting motions lifting her dress in the back and exposing the very bottom of her bottom as she did so. The few drops still clinging to her down there fell loose, and she finally let go of the “petals” and let her dress fall back down.
“Aw, but what am I gonna do about my legs?” Little Tiki asked with a frown as she lifted one up, the trail of urine still faintly present. “Do you know if the leaves are safe here?”
“I’m afraid I don’t,” replied Big Tiki, “But don’t forget that we’re at the beach in our swimwear.”
“Oh, right! It’s almost like taking a bath!” Little Tiki hopped up and down. “We should go for a swim when we get back!”
A particular view caught Big Tiki’s attention. “We should, but you’ll need to put your bottoms back on, first.”
“Huh?” Little Tiki stopped her hopping, and pulled her dress down with one hand while putting the other behind her head. “Hee hee, whoops!” she said with closed eyes and pink cheeks.
A minute passed while the girls got dressed again, Little Tiki putting her bottoms and floatation ring back on while Big Tiki tied her sash around her waist again. They each took one last glance at their puddles before leaving them behind to soak into the soil.
The crashing waves of the ocean looked much more enticing as they walked back to the rest of the group. Big Tiki found herself actually looking forward to a good swim, and maybe a nice bit of sunbathing afterwards, preferably somewhere she could remove her top and let her wings stretch out.
“Hey, wait!” Little Tiki suddenly said, coming a stop. “I just thought of something.”
“Hmm? What is it?” asked Big Tiki as she turned around.
“So, you told me that you can’t tell me anything about my future in case it might change it, right?” Little Tiki put a finger to her chin. “But you just taught me how to tinkle standing up, which you didn’t know how to do until you came here. Won’t that change my future too?”
“Oh dear,” said Big Tiki. She had completely forgotten about that in the heat of the moment. Perhaps it was time to come clean about a certain fact she had deduced.
“It’s true that me teaching you something may affect the future, but I have a feeling we don’t have to worry about that,” she started.
“But why not?” asked Little Tiki, tilting her head.
How can I best explain this? “Since I am you in your future, that means I should remember everything you’ll go through. That said, I have no memory of my time in Askr at all, not even this talk we’re having right now.”
“You don’t remember?” Little Tiki frowned as it dawned on her. “Wait, does that mean when we go home, we’re going to lose all our memories of being here?”
Big Tiki nodded. “It’s a strong possibility, and I think given our circumstances, it is probably for the better.”
“B-But I don’t want to forget my time here! I’ve been to so many cool places and made so many new friends here! I even got to meet my grown-up self!” whined Little Tiki.
“As have I, and it will be shameful if we do end up forgetting.” To the little one’s surprise, Big Tiki gave a smile to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “But, I don’t think it’s all bad. We still have lots of friends to be with when we do go home. Besides, just because you can’t remember the fun you had somewhere, it doesn’t mean you didn’t have it.”
“Huh? So, does that mean we shouldn’t stop having fun here while we still can?”
“Quite the opposite. I think knowing we won’t remember makes our time here all the more precious.”
Little Tiki looked right into her eyes, and Big Tiki could see the worry fading away in hers. “Alright, if you say so,” Little Tiki finally said.
Big Tiki laughed a bit. “Now, we should be getting back to our friends. They might have started to wonder where we’ve gone off to.”
“Um, can I ask you one more thing real quick?”
Always curious, this one… Not that I’m any different. “What is it?”
At this, Little Tiki glanced down and suddenly looked rather shy. “Can we, um… maybe go tinkle standing up together sometime again?”
“Hmm?” Did she just hear that right? “You’d like to do that again? And… together?” she asked.
“Mm-hmm,” Little Tiki nodded. “I thought it was kinda fun to wee like a boy, and I wanna see if I can do it without getting any on my legs next time.”
Big Tiki had to mull it over at first. Never had she heard of someone asking if they could pee together because it was fun. On the other hand, it was quite enjoyable and a little empowering, but more than that, she felt a strange connection when she did that with herself, like they had grown a lot closer to each other in such a short time. Oh my, I certainly hope we’re the only ones in Askr to bond like this!
“If chance allows it, we can go together again,” said Big Tiki.
“R-Really?” said Little Tiki, already smiling again.
“And it will be our little secret time together, promise,” she replied, giving her a little boop on the nose.
“Hee hee, thank you so much!” said a grinning Little Tiki, “I’m so glad I get to grow up to be just like you!”
Big Tiki could only blush at what may have been the best compliment anyone had ever given her in three thousand years. “You know what, Little One?” she said, “I think you’re going to turn out just fine.”
(A/N: And there we have it, the winning story of this year's poll finished! Hope you all had a lot of fun reading it. I certainly did while writing it; how else do you explain me churning out a 6,000 word fic in only a couple weeks? Let's hope I can keep that up with the second-place winner, although that one admittedly needs a bit more brainstorming first. Until next time!) |
This was part of a story trade, the author told me to write a story based on an episode of a 90s cartoon called Life with Louie, so... here you go...
I had just left my job to go see my son's school play. My co-workers didn't want me to leave because there was so much work unfinished, but I care about my son, too! I noticed I had to use the bathroom. Looking at my watch, I said, "I should really make a pit stop." However, knowing my son was more important, I decided against it. "Ehhh, the play must go on."
Welp, next thing I know, here I was at my son's school play. I hadn't got the chance to use the bathroom yet, but maybe I could do it now? The sight of a bubbling cauldron filled with water reminded me of how much I needed to go.
"Oh man," I said, crossing my legs and overall desperate to go, "excuse me, I'll be right back!"
As I got up to leave, my wife stopped me. "Andy, wait," she said. "It's almost intermission now; be polite!"
"Because how polite would it be if I had a little flood in here?" I told her. She'd be laughing like everyone else in the audience would be. I just know it.
My son, riding a horse, approached the princess in the play, speaking in what sounded like a foreign language. But I had no damns to give about my son nor the crappy grade-school levels of acting (granted, this WAS a grade school play after all) as I just wanted to get to a toilet and piss.
"What'd he say? I must be so backed up my ears are clogging!" I joked.
Suddenly, the curtains closed; the teacher came out on stage and said "And that's the end of Act 1!" She held up a sign that read "Intermission." Finally! It was my chance! But as soon as I got up to go, my wife pulled me back in my seat.
"Ssshhh, it's starting again!" she said as the curtains re-opened.
God! I crossed my legs. "You can't be serious!" I said. "How could he do this to me!" I tried to focus on the play for now.
"To save the princess," my son said, "I must traverse this waterfall!" Did he just say "waterfall"? If so, heaven help me. And lo and behold, there was a giant waterfall, again reminding me of how much I needed to go! Just what I need: more water!
"This is un-American," I said to myself.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, my son reached the princess and was about to kiss her, when I noticed a kid sipping soda next to me. It was bad enough that it was taking a long time for my son to kiss the princess, but I couldn't stand yet another reminder of how much I needed to go.
"Would you kiss her already?" I said out loud. Suddenly, I heard another burst of water coming from outside and yelled in agony; I looked to the window, saw the sprinklers were running, and panicked. I was going to flood my pants! And that is something a man my age should NOT be doing!
Finally, my son kissed the princess. Everyone in the audience cheered, including myself, because I could use the bathroom at last. After seeing my son get kissed for real by the girl playing the princess, I stood up to leave, but my wife stopped me yet again. What do you want?!
"So Andy, how did you get away from work?"
"Well, I finished, so I left."
"You left work because you knew how important it was to see your son's play."
"It's 'cause of the free popcorn!" Without thinking of the consequences, I grabbed a kid's popcorn tub right out of his hands.
"Hey, that's mine!" he yelled, but I didn't listen.
Wait - what if the popcorn could be used as an excuse? "In fact, I'm gonna get some right now," I said hastily as I scooped some popcorn from the kid's tub and ate it, before running from my wife to the bathroom. "Make way, I'm gonna blow!"
I ran through the school hallway to the men's room, as I really was going to blow. "Ah, just my..." I swung the door open to see the stalls out of order. And I mean all the stalls. "...luck..." I collapsed to my knees, legs crossed, holding my crotch. I was very close to wetting myself, and the only stall was out of order? FUCK! Luckily, in my state of panic, I didn't happen to see a sign pointing to the other restroom in the school. I had to run to get there, and FAST, before I made a mess - and fool - out of myself!
However, as I sprinted down the hall holding my pee, I recognize a few of my old high school buddies, and they recognize me.
"Hey Andy! How's it been!" they said, stopping me. "...What's the hurry?" one of them asked me.
Embarrassed, I admitted, "I have to use the bathroom, and fast!"
"Can't you just listen to use for a few minutes? My son was in the school play too, he was playing the bad guy, did you see him? He's on a swim team I coach at the local pool. You should see him do the backstroke through the water, he's a pro out there!" All this mention of water was reminding me of my need to use the bathroom, and also making me ready to pop. Just then, one of my old friends spilled their Poland Spring they were holding, and I felt as if I were going to explode.
"Goodbye!" I said in a hurry. I grabbed my crotch and dashed from the scene of the spilled water, continuing my flight to the other side of the school.
Just when I thought I was going to burst, I reached the other bathroom. "Ah..." I swung open the door, and walked in... there was a huge line. Multiple lines, in fact. "...just my luck!” Oh, crap. If I wanna relieve myself, I've gotta fight for it! I have to wait in this line just liked I waited throughout that entire play for a chance! Minutes pass as I wait, second by goddamn second, for a stall to open for me. As the toilets and sinks go off, water all around me, I feel drops of piss start to come out. Yes, I was practically wetting myself by now! I was mentally yelling in agony and fear. When? When will this end? God almighty, won't one of these fucking stalls be free soon? FINALLY, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard a toilet flush and saw someone walk out, then I realized I was at the front of the line! Yes! I can finally pee! Or so I thought...
Just as I was walking into the stall, guess what happens next. GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. Someone pulled me away from the stall, yes, THEY PULLED ME AWAY FROM THE STALL, and outside the bathroom onto a chair. I felt a spurt of piss leak out of my bladder again. Not only that, but I happened to look down and see a little stain on side of my leg! It was barely noticeable, but I was losing control and I didn't want to make a scene. So my wife, the culprit behind this, starts talking to me.
"Do you have the car keys? I need to start the car!"
"Jesus Christ! I was just about to use the bathroom! I've been needing to go for almost an hour!"
"Can't you just wait till we get home?"
"No!"
My wife pushed me down; she was checking my pockets and even my shoes for the car keys, which were in my wallet in my shirt pocket, by the way. My wife took my shoe off and lifted my leg, which made my pee harder to hold in. I began shaking in agony, silently cursing my wife under my breath; I watched her rip my sock off when I noticed a nearby water fountain and a kid drinking from it. WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT'S WITH ALL THE GODDAMN WATER I'VE ENCOUNTERED SO FAR? DO YOU HAVE TO REMIND ME OF HOW MUCH I WANT TO GO TO THE GODDAMN BATHROOM? Suddenly, I felt a painful rumble in his abdomen. I was gonna BLOW! I hopped off the chair, ran fast as I could from my wife, and back to the bathroom to the stall...
But the door was locked. Some fucking couple were arguing in there, and they had to go so far as to LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR! What kind of argument gets so heated you have to LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR in order for it to go on?
"Would you hurry up? I need to go!" I yelled, banging on the stall door.
"Can you just wait?" the wife of the couple said.
"No, I'm not gonna make it in time-" all of a sudden, I felt more leakage from my bladder. I pulled on the doorknob to the stall, panicking, as I felt the drops drip down my leg more and more. I WAS GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODE AND THEY WON'T LET ME IN! WHY GOD, WHY? WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME? I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO BURST! Looks like my thoughts came true, as just then, I officially couldn't hold it in anymore and lost control completely.
“Oh no, no...NOOOOOOOOO! OH PLEASE GOD NOOOO!”
I froze in fear as I felt my boxers flood with water like it was a major city in a hurricane. My pants were soaked, drenched, just like the many instances of water I ran into on my misadventure to get to the bathroom... which I sadly couldn't use now as I went in my pants. Everyone in the stall was looking at me, some were even laughing, like I was some little kid who wasn't potty-trained. I dropped to my knees, defeated and humiliated. This was the first and only time I've ever done this in my life, and I like to think it never happened; in fact, because I was so goddamn humiliated and frustrated, I never said a word to anyone on the drive back home, not even my son. Proud of seeing my son's school play my ass. That fucking show got me into a lot of trouble.
THE END
The first part starts off wooden but that's because I was copying the episode, afterwards I had more creative control with it. |
Ending 1:
Shiori pressed her hand between her legs, which helped a bit. She sat with him for a couple of minutes, trying to block out the sound of the water fountain. As beautiful as it was, now really wasn’t the time, she thought. After that, she realised if she wanted to make it to a bathroom she was going to have to move quickly.
”Yuuichi...” she began to say.
”What is it, Shiori?”
”I... I lied... it’s not really nothing...”
”Well if it’s not really nothing, what’s wrong?”
”I-I really need th-the... the b-bathroom...”
Yuuichi held her free hand, and said: “Come on then, let’s hurry. You can do it, you just have to focus.” trying to reassure her.
”O-okay...”
Shiori stood up, holding tightly to Yuuichi’s hand with her left, and holding herself with her right. Standing up helped a bit, and Shiori felt a bit more confident in her ability to make it. Still squirming, she followed Yuuichi out of the park.
”Do you know where any public toilets are, Shiori?”
”N-no... I-I don’t... b-but y-your house is closer than m-mine... I-I think I can m-make it th-there...”
“Alright.” said Yuuichi, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
The couple hurried through the town centre. They were still fairly slow however, as Shiori couldn’t run like this and had to stop to cross her legs occasionally. Even when she was moving, it was slow because too much movement could be too much for her weakening bladder. She kept her right hand pressed tightly against between her legs, trying to hold it in.
“Do you think you could walk a bit faster, Shiori?”
”Nnnngh... no... it’s h-hard enough j-just d-doing this...”
”Okay. Just keep holding, alright?”
”I-I’ll try...”
Yuuichi and Shiori continued walking down the snow covered streets, past shops and cafés and all sorts of businesses. They were mostly deserted, much to Shiori’s delight. She wouldn’t want anyone to see her so desperate.
”Yuuichi... did y-you know I-I had to g-go...?”
”For a while, yeah.”
”I-I s-should’ve gone... at th-the library...”
”Huh? You didn’t go at the library? I assumed you’d gone when you dropped the books off, that’s what I did.”
”U-unfortunately no... I-I wanted to, b-but I held it in... because I d-didn’t want to m-make you w-wait...”
”Oh, Shiori. I feel bad now for making you drink so much hot chocolate... no wonder you filled up so fast, you were already holding back 2 cups of tea from back in the café.”
”Y-yeah... It’s okay, th-though... I-I liked the h-hot ch-chocolate...”
The two stopped talking for a bit as Shiori started to squirm even more than normal. Yuuichi slowed down a bit to let the bursting girl catch up.
”It’s not long now, just a couple more streets. You can do it, come on!” Yuuichi said reassuringly, smiling at her.
“Y-Yuuichi...” Was all Shiori was able to say, but she smiled in her usual sweet fashion. Her face was a deep red, but she still looked optimistic. (I feel like I’m going to burst...) she thought, and tried not to imagine what would happen if she did.
The two walked down one last street, before Yuuichi stopped and rung the doorbell. No one answered, but as the door was unlocked Yuuichi went inside with Shiori. There was a note on the table: “I’ve gone out to do some shopping, Nayuki’s upstairs, and I’ll be back later. -Akiko Minase.
”Shiori, the bathroom is just upstairs. I’ll go and tell Nayuki that you are here, you hurry to the bathroom alright?”
”T-thank... y-you...” Shiori said, and she slowly and carefully walked up the stairs, struggling with every step. Even moving was almost too much for her now. After she reached the second floor, she walked onwards to the bathroom. She wanted to sprint, but she knew she might explode if she did. (A-ahh... I really feel like I’m going to burst... I might not make it...) she thought to herself, but continued on anyway.
Yuuichi knocked on Nayuki’s door, and came in to tell her that Shiori was visiting for a cup of tea and that she was just going to use the bathroom, and then she’d come downstairs with them.
Shiori, at this point couldn’t take it any longer and just barely reached the bathroom door. Opening it, she stepped inside and realised she still had to remove her clothes. She used her free hand to remove her shawl, helping to hold herself with it every few seconds. As she did this, the urge built up to even more extreme levels and a little spurted out into her panties. Trying not to leak, she lowered these as well. Struggling even more now, she tried to remove her skirt and felt another spurt as she did so. With seconds to spare, she removed the skirt and sat down on the toilet, feeling the last 6 hours worth of built-up pee burst out. After she was finally done relieving her overflowing bladder, she pulled her slightly-damp panties back up and put her skirt back on, before carrying her shawl downstairs with her to Yuuichi.
”Did you make it in time?”
”Y-yes! D-don’t embarrass me...” Shiori said, her face red from both embarrassment and relief.
”I was worried, you looked just about to explode.”
”I don’t like people who say things like that... b-but yeah... I nearly did.” she replied.
Nayuki came in a minute later with a pot of tea, and all three of them spent some time together before Shiori left and headed home:
”Goodbye, Yuuichi!”
End of Ending 1:
Now that was a fun one to write. It was longer than I originally planned, but I feel like it turned out well. I’ll be writing my personal favourite scenario, Ending 2, soon. It’s also worth mentioning that I don’t write endings to these normally, I produce them subconsciously and enjoy the desperation bit, but normally cut off just before the ending as I don’t enjoy that as much. As a result, I have very little experience with writing endings and any criticism would be gratefully accepted so I can improve.
Edited March 5, 2019 by RagingPython
Minor spelling fix, added final paragraph.
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Sorry for not updating this in a while, I’m back to school after nearly a month of being at home with multiple illnesses, and I’ve only had time to post one update so far, and I chose to work on my other story. Getting up at 6AM is hard. Anyway, it’s the weekend now so I can get some work done on this.
Ending 2:
(All of Ending 1 until they reached the town centre)
Shiori was struggling more than Yuuichi had anticipated. They had barely reached the centre of town, near the shopping district, but already she was holding herself tight with one hand and was only able to walk slowly, stopping to cross her legs quite often. Yuuichi wanted to hurry, but he knew she wouldn’t be able to.
”You can do it; just stay strong. Try to keep moving.” said Yuuichi with a reassuring smile.
”Nnnngh... I-I don’t kn-know... I c-can’t t-take it... m-much l-longer...”
”If you keep trying, I’m sure you can do it. It’s just a little longer, we’ll be there soon.”
Shiori smiled, but remained silent, clearly focusing all her willpower on not wetting herself. She followed Yuuichi, slowly but surely, and she looked hopeful.
”A-ah... oo-ooh...” moaned Shiori a bit later, squeezing and crossing her legs, pressing both hands between them. Yuuichi theroized that she, not wanting to slow down Yuuichi had pushed herself a little too hard and nearly lost control.
“A-are you all right!?” shouted Yuuichi, unsure of how to help.
”N-no... I-I might n-not... m-make it...” Shiori replied, uncomfortably squirming around on the snowy street.
(I felt a little bit leak out... I barely managed to stop it... I have to stay strong.), she thought.
”I’m sorry, I didn’t realise... I should’ve asked you if had to go and taken you to the bathroom at the library earlier.”
”I-it’s m-my fault... f-for not t-telling... y-you s-sooner...”
”It doesn’t matter who’s fault it is, what matters is that we get you to a bathroom. Can you still walk?” Yuuichi said, holding out his hand for her.
”J-just a-about... N-not for l-long th-though; I’m a-almost at m-my l-limit...”
Shiori took his hand, using her other to hold herself tighter than ever, and followed Yuuichi again. (I nearly lost control there... I have to be careful! I can’t wet myself in front of Yuuichi...) she thought. Although they were able to advance again, Shiori seemed to be even more desperate now, and occasionally she’d suddenly stop, withdrawing her hand to help with her situation, and have to squirm for a moment. However, she’d normally catch up to Yuuichi afterwards.
(I-I felt a little bit spurt out... I don’t think I’m gonna make it...) thought Shiori, after one of these occasions.
Yuuichi held Shiori’s hand a little tighter, and continued on towards his house. Miraculously, they made it to the street it was on, but as they approached the door, Shiori suddenly stopped.
”A-aah... a-ahh... I-I... o-ooh... nnnngh... Y-Yuuichi...”
Yuuichi turned, to find Shiori squirming even more than usual. Her face was a deep red from embassment, and her frail body shook visibly with desperation, and despite both her hands being pressed down hard, she had had to almost double-cross her legs. Yuuichi felt bad for her; unsure she could even move anymore, and wishing Shiori had just told him sooner about her predicament so he could’ve gone with her earlier.
”We’re here, Shiori. Don’t give up! It’s just upstairs, down the hall. You can do it; keep trying.”
(I won’t make it... I’m about to burst...) thought Shiori, barely able to keep it all in. Despite this, she nodded weakly and tried to walk. Every step was painful, and her overloaded bladder bulged and shifted, the heavy liquid sloshing around with every move... (I can feel it moving... I-I feel like I’m going to overflow... It’s like a balloon completely filled with water...), Shiori thought to herself. She just about made it through the doorway, and was a short distance into the house when she felt her dam break. (O-ooh! I-I can’t stop it... nnngh... it’s-it’s... a-ahh...) she thought, and felt it all start pouring out. The hot liquid splashed down her legs, and she finally collapsed onto the floor, finally surrendering to her need after the past few hours of desperation.
Hearing the sound, Yuuichi turned towards her, just in time for her to shout: “N-no! Please d-don’t look! Not now!”. He closed his eyes quickly, and tried to block out the noise. Shiori, having fallen to the floor, tried her hardest to stop the flow, but it was too much for her. The relief overcame her, and she was soaked by the time it had come to a stop. She stood up, amid a large puddle that covered most of the wooden floor she was stood upon.
”Y-Yuuichi... I’m so sorry...” she said, embarrassed and almost sobbing.
“I-It’s alright. You held it in for so long. At least you didn’t lose control outside, right? That’s a positive to all this.” he replied, smiling despite the situation, and trying to stay positive.
”I-I should’ve told you... b-but we were s-so comfy together... and I-I wanted to watch th-the sunset...”
”If you’d told me how badly you had to go earlier, than I wouldn’t have brought you such a large hot chocolate. I could’ve sat and watched the sunset with you, and then we could’ve hurried to the nearest bathroom. But, it’s alright. I don’t mind, you withstood it for longer than most people could.”
”Y-you’re right... I-I’m still sorry... d-do you want me to c-c-clean up?” she said, blushing even harder now.
”No, you wait here for a minute, I’ll get you a towel, then dry out and have a shower. I’ll clean this up, and tell Nayuki what happened. When you are done, come back to me and I’ll run you a nice bath.”
”Thank y-you... Y-Yuuichi...” she said finally, her voice still shaking from embarrassment.
Yuuichi cleaned up the puddle while Shiori washed herself up. A couple of hours later, after a nice bath for Shiori, Yuuichi and Shiori explained what happened to Nayuki. They had a nice cup of tea together, before Shiori stood up to leave.
”Goodbye, Yuuichi!” she said, with one of her trademark sweet smiles, and left the house with her heart pounding.
End of Ending 2:
That was amazingly fun to write, and incredibly hot as well. I honestly can’t believe I spent 3 years being into this fetish without adding endings to my stories, now that I know how brilliant they can be I’ll be ending all of these.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy. :) Endings 3 and 4 should come soon. |
This will be a mix of ABDL and Omo. Enjoy! 🙂
Sharon came in from work one Thursday afternoon in October and left the bags in her hands by the door before going to check on her seventeen-year-old foster son. Ryan had been sick for most of the week, and she hoped he was feeling a little better today. She found him lying on the couch, curled up under his favorite blanket and watching TV. “Hi, honey, how are you feeling?”
Ryan peered up at her, his blue eyes glassy under his blonde bangs. “A little better.”
Sharon sat on the edge of the couch and held her hand to his forehead. “You’re still a little hot. How’s your throat?”
“Still hurts.”
Sharon leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’ll need to stay home again tomorrow, but I’ll stay home with you, okay?” She’d stayed home with him for most of the week, but he’d seemed a little better this morning, and she’d had some things she needed to take care of from her office today, so she’d gone back to work. Sharon took a deep breath. “Honey, I’m not quite sure how to tell you this, but we missed out on an important piece of news this week.”
Ryan shrugged disinterestedly. “What?”
Sharon brushed his bangs back from his face. “A law was passed this week that makes it illegal for children under eighteen to be potty-trained.”
Ryan wrinkled his nose, but he didn’t quite understand what that had to do with him. Surely, that applied to kids not potty-trained yet, not to him. “So? I’m already potty-trained, and I’m almost eighteen, anyway.”
“I know, but it doesn’t matter. You’ll have to wear diapers until your birthday. The ‘potty-trained’ part doesn’t really matter, either, the law basically just says that anyone under 18 has to wear diapers. We might as well go ahead and get this over with.” Sharon got the bags she’d left beside the door and opened a package of diapers.
“Okay, well, uh, it’s only for a few months, anyway. I’ll just use the diapers if I really have to and change myself right after.”
Sharon shook her head. “It’s not that simple. You can’t change your own diapers, I’ll have to change them for you.”
“What?! Sharon, are you sure about this?”
Sharon nodded. “They think kids, teenagers especially, having to be so dependent upon their parents will fix behavioral issues or something.”
“Please, no,” Ryan pleaded. He felt too sick to fight her too much on this, and he knew Sharon would never lie about it. He’d also known this was a possibility for a while, he just never thought the law would pass. He hadn’t read about the specifics, because he never thought it would be an issue for him. “Wait, are you going to send me away? I know you don’t want to change my diapers.”
“Absolutely not! But, if we don’t go along with this, then you could be taken away from me.” Sharon got her bags from the kitchen and opened a pack of diapers.
Ryan watched her with dread, but he knew there was no way out of it. “Hold on, let me go pee really quick.” He’d been about to go to the bathroom when he heard Sharon come in, but he’d decided to wait and talk to her first.
“No, honey, we need to go ahead and do this. Debra could stop by at any time, especially with this new law, and we’ll need proof that we’re following it. I’m surprised she hasn’t come by already.”
That was enough for Ryan not to struggle as Sharon gently pulled his pajama pants and boxers down. He’d do anything to stay with Sharon. He closed his eyes as he felt cold air hit his exposed private areas, but Sharon was quick and matter-of-fact about taping a diaper on him like it was no big deal. She patted his leg once his pajama pants were back up. “Okay, honey, if you need to pee-pee, just go ahead and go.”
“Pee-pee?”
Sharon gave him a wry smile. “Sorry, honey, I guess this diaper talk has me in potty-training mode. And it just sounds nicer.”
Ryan was starting to get uncomfortable, but even with the soft padding pressed against him, he felt too much like he was going to wet his pants if he started peeing. Sharon went to the kitchen to start dinner and give him some privacy, but he still couldn’t make himself go. He crossed his legs to ease the pressure, and he wished he could just let it out. He didn’t want to pee, but he didn’t want to keep holding it and be uncomfortable, either. Sharon peeked into the living room. “Ryan, are you wet?”
“Not yet,” he mumbled, gasping as he felt a little try to come out. He instinctively grabbed his crotch and squeezed his legs together harder, but it didn’t do much good through the thick padding.
“Honey, please, just go ahead and pee-pee. I don’t think you can hold it for four months.”
The intense wave of urgency temporarily disappeared, but it came back with a vengeance. After a few involuntary spurts, a slow stream he couldn’t hold back started dribbling into his diaper. Ryan shuddered as he felt his bladder completely give up for the first time since he was eight. Feeling his pee pour out even as he actively clenched and tried to hold it back felt just as helpless now as it had the last time he’d held his bladder past capacity. At least his clothes weren’t getting soaked like last time. As a child, his bladder had been small and a little weak for his age, and he’d had occasional accidents longer than most kids, both at night and during the day. It had gotten better as he got older, but he still had to be more mindful of using the toilet before getting in the car or between classes in case a teacher didn’t allow him to leave to use the bathroom than most kids his age. He closed his eyes as the slow stream became a gushing torrent and soaked his diaper with a low hiss. His hand was still clutching his padded crotch, trying to hold it in, and he could feel his diaper grow warm against his hand through his pajama pants. It was weird to lose control like this without wetting his pants. The last time this happened, he was in the second grade. His class was on the way back from a field trip, and he’d forgotten to use the bathroom before they got on the bus. He was too shy to tell his teacher he had to go until it was an emergency, and the bus driver hadn’t been able to stop somewhere before he couldn’t hold it anymore and soaked his shorts. He’d had a few close calls and dribbles into his underwear since then, but it hadn’t been a huge problem in years.
After raising two sons and a daughter of her own, Sharon could tell exactly when he lost control. She let him finish before going to check his diaper. “Hmm, I don’t think you need to be changed right away. Are you uncomfortable?” Ryan shook his head. The soft, warm padding between his legs actually felt pretty good. “All right. If it gets uncomfortable before you wet again and you want me to go ahead and change you, just tell me. I don’t mind.”
“Thanks, Sharon.”
After dinner, they watched TV on the couch together. Ryan folded his arms over his stomach as the discomfort in his stomach grew. He usually had to poop between dinner time and bedtime, and he was dreading this even more than pee. Sharon knew what the problem was when his discomfort became apparent, so she reassuringly patted his shoulder and left the room. The kid pooped like clockwork. Ryan closed his eyes as he pushed warm mush into his diaper. His bladder released a little bit of pee as he filled his diaper, and he sighed when he was finished. His stomach felt better, but the only way to get the disgusting diaper off of him was for Sharon to change him. He was relieved when she came back in without him having to call for her. “You all done?”
Ryan nodded, wishing the couch would open up and swallow him whole.
“All right, I’ll go ahead and change you. Do you need to pee-pee again first?”
“I already did,” Ryan mumbled, covering his face with his hands as he lay on the floor. Sharon laid out a changing mat and got a clean diaper and a box of wet wipes, then quickly cleaned him up. He winced as she maneuvered his penis with the wet wipe to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. He sighed with relief when she finally taped his dirty diaper closed, threw it away, and washed her hands before coming back and pulling his pajama pants back up. She tucked his blanket around his shoulders and kissed his forehead once he was back on the couch. “Hmm, I may need to take you back to the doctor tomorrow. If your fever isn’t a little lower in the morning, I’m making an appointment for you.”
Ryan nodded and willingly leaned into her open arms. He loved how Sharon comforted him when he wasn’t feeling well, although it had taken a while to get to that point with her after he’d been taken away from his abusive parents. The soft, dry padding between his legs, his warm pajamas, and Sharon’s familiar smell made him feel cozy and cared for. Sharon absently ran her fingers through his hair as they watched TV, and it was barely 9:30 when his eyes were starting to close.
“You ready for bed?” Sharon asked, noticing Ryan’s eyes getting heavy.
“Yeah. I slept all day, but...”
“Being sick will do that to you. Go on to bed, and I’ll bring your medicine upstairs Try to wet your diaper so I can change you. I’d rather you be able to keep your diaper dry until morning and not have to wake up needing to go during the night.”
Ryan nodded and headed for the stairs. Once he was curled up in bed, he tried to pee in his diaper. His sore throat had caused him to drink a lot that day, so it wasn’t hard to let a small stream out. Sharon came in a couple of minutes later with his medicine and a glass of water. “Oh, good, you were able to go,” she noted as she checked his diaper. Once he was changed and had taken his medicine, she tucked him in and felt his forehead. “I know your medicine might upset your stomach, so come wake me up if you need to be changed during the night, or if you start feeling worse.” She brushed his bangs back and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight, honey. Feel better.”
“Thanks, Sharon.” Ryan rolled over, knowing she’d scratch his back until he fell asleep, like she always did when he was sick.
When Ryan woke up the next morning, a slightly urgent need to pee drew him out of bed. In his drowsy state, he forgot that he was wearing a diaper and was confused to find his bathroom door locked. His brain registered the padding between his legs then, and he remembered that he wasn’t allowed to use the toilet. Sharon had probably locked his bathroom door as a reminder. He wanted to go back to sleep, and he was too sleepy to care about peeing in his diaper, so he willingly released his bladder and wet himself. The wet warmth that slowly encased his crotch felt good, and he easily went back to sleep.
When Ryan woke up again, he was thirsty, so he got out of bed and went downstairs. Sharon was on a conference call in the kitchen and standing at the counter with papers spread in front of her. Ryan got a glass of juice and started for the living room, but she waved him over to her. He was feeling better than the day before, but he still felt sick. Sharon placed her hand under his chin and studied him before feeling his forehead. “Want eggs for breakfast?” She asked, covering the mouthpiece of the phone with her hand. Ryan nodded, wincing as Sharon gently squeezed his diapered crotch. He supposed he was just going to have to get used to diaper checks. “Oh, good, you’re already wet. I’m almost done, and I’ll bring you some breakfast and your medicine in a few minutes.”
Ryan took his juice to the living room and drank just enough to soothe his throat before stretching out on the couch. Even though his diaper was already wet, he knew he wasn’t going to be as willing to wet it again as he’d been when he just wanted to go back to sleep earlier that morning.
Sharon came in a few minutes later with breakfast for him, his medicine, and the thermometer. She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and slipped the thermometer into his mouth. “You’re still a little feverish, but not as hot as yesterday...yep, your fever went down a little bit,” she confirmed after checking the thermometer. “Do you feel better? I’ll still take you back to the doctor if you don’t.”
“Yeah, my throat’s still sore, but it’s better than yesterday. It’s not bad.”
“All right...Drink a little more juice.” Ryan looked warily at his glass and shook his head. “Honey, don’t worry about how often you need to be changed. Drink what you need to, I don’t want you to get dehydrated. The faster you get used to me changing you, the easier it will be. Speaking of which, do you want me to change you now, or wait until you wet again? I’ll go ahead and change you if you feel gross.”
“I can wait. It feels okay.”
“Okay. I have to do a few things for work, but it won’t take long. I’ll come watch a movie with you when I’m finished. If you pee-pee again before I come back, come tell me. You don’t need to stay in such a wet diaper for too long...Wow, I still can’t believe I’m saying sentences like that.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “How did this happen? I didn’t think that stupid law had a chance to pass.”
“I heard this morning that a lobbyist for one of the big diaper companies got their hands on some study that the legislature couldn’t ignore. Like anyone thinks those companies are worried about kids. They just wanted to find a way to expand their market. Which they did. Big-time.”
“This sucks.”
“I know it does. I would hate it if I were you, too. I know you can’t help but be embarrassed, but try not to be. I’ll make this as easy for you as I can.”
“Thanks, Sharon.”
“You’re welcome.” Sharon kissed his forehead. “Call for me if you need me.”
Ryan zoned out in front of the TV for a couple of hours, and next thing he knew, Sharon was bringing him a bowl of soup for lunch. “This is the last of the batch I made on Tuesday. I’ll cook whatever you want tonight if you have more of an appetite.”
“Ooh, that pasta with the chicken and mushrooms?”
“I knew you’d say that. You got it.” Sharon checked his diaper. “You haven’t pee-peed again?” She asked in surprise. She didn’t know if he had any kind of bladder issues, but she’d noticed for a while that he seemed to have to go more often and had more “have to go soon or this could be bad” moments than her own kids had as teenagers.
Ryan grimaced as he shifted on the couch. He’d tried not to drink too much, but his annoying sore throat had had other plans for him. His annoyingly small bladder had been making its fullness known for a while, now, and he was reaching his breaking point. “Not yet, but, uh...”
“You have to go, huh?”
“Yeah,” Ryan muttered through gritted teeth. He knew he was going to start peeing before long, whether he wanted to or not, but he couldn’t make himself let go. His bladder was pulsing painfully by now, and he squeezed his legs together and held himself, desperately trying to keep it in. He had to go too badly to care about the fact the he was shamelessly grabbing his crotch in front of Sharon. Wetting his diaper had been one thing early that morning when he was tired and just wanted to go back to sleep, but peeing himself while he was wide awake was just as difficult as it had been the evening before. His body wasn’t any more willing to contradict his potty-training than his mind was, and it was intent on holding his bladder until it gave out on its own. “Sharon, I can’t do it,” Ryan whined. “It hurts, and I know I can’t hold it much longer, but I can’t make myself go.”
Sharon gave him a sympathetic look, her heart breaking for him. “I guess it is hard to go when you feel like you’ll wet your pants, which your body has been trained not to do for a long time now.” Sharon placed their bowls of soup on the coffee table and pulled his hands away from his crotch. The unexpected movement made Ryan jump, and he gasped as he felt his hold on his bladder loosen. He gave up and relaxed as he flooded his diaper, his cheeks flushing as an audible hiss came from his crotch. Once his stream trickled off, he pushed a little to make sure he was completely empty. The longer he could go between diaper changes, the better. “All right, honey, I think it’s safe to say you’re officially soaked. Let’s get you changed.” Ryan moved to the floor and lay down, his face flaming as Sharon placed the changing mat under him, pulled down his pajama pants, and untaped his diaper. She pulled a basket out from under the coffee table and got a clean diaper and a pack of wet wipes.
Ryan winced as she moved a cold wipe across his crotch. “Why are you using those when I’m just wet?” He whined.
“You’ve been in a wet diaper since early this morning. This will just make you feel more fresh and help prevent a diaper rash.”
By the time Ryan was in a clean diaper and had his pajama pants back on, he did have to admit that he felt better than he would have if Sharon didn’t wipe him down. After lunch, he was getting drowsy, and he was barely aware of Sharon tucking his blanket around his shoulders and kissing his forehead as he drifted off to sleep.
When Ryan woke up three hours later, he already had a nagging tingle in his bladder, no doubt due to Sharon making him finish his juice and then drink a little more while they were eating lunch. It would still be a while before he had to go really badly, but he’d probably be heading to the bathroom soon if he didn’t have to wear diapers. Sharon was siting in a chair with her computer in her lap and noticed when he started stirring. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Better,” Ryan answered honestly. His throat was a little less sore, and he didn’t feel quite as achy.
“You do look a little better,” Sharon agreed. She closed her laptop and crouched beside Ryan on the couch with her hand on his forehead. “Your temperature went down a good bit, I think you’re on the mend. Are you wet?” She asked as she moved her hand from his forehead to his diapered crotch.
“Sharon. I haven’t peed myself while I was sleeping, especially for just a nap, since I was...uh, in years,” Ryan said, too embarrassed to admit how long he’d wet the bed as a kid.
“Oh, I guess you’re right.” Sharon patted his shoulder. “Finish your juice. I’m going to start dinner.”
Once Sharon was gone, Ryan took advantage of his drowsiness and tried to release his bladder into his diaper. His fuzzy mind and the memory of how good it had felt for the padding to slowly warm up against his crotch that morning when he didn’t wait until he couldn’t hold it anymore weakened his defenses. The fact that he’d inevitably have to do it anyway and the desire not to let himself get so full that it hurt until he endured the panic and discomfort of losing control pushed him over the edge, and he closed his eyes as he relaxed and pushed a slow and steady stream into his diaper. The wet warmth between his legs felt embarrassingly nice, but he might as well enjoy it.
Now that Ryan was feeling a little better and realized he’d have to go back to school next week, he had some questions. He went into the kitchen and sat in a bar stool as Sharon prepared dinner. “So, uh, what about school next week? Like, what happens when I have to be changed?” He could probably stop drinking coffee and manage to only pee once or twice at school, but there was no way he could last until Sharon came home from work on the days she went to her office. Going to her office after school to be changed sounded embarrassing, too.
“I asked about that when I called this morning to tell them you’d be absent again. The school nurse will change students when they need it, but I thought you might want to finish school online. I can work from home most of the time and be here to change you. I went to the high school and filled out the forms and got the material for it while you were napping so you can start on Monday, but I can take them back if you want to keep going to school. It’s your decision, I just didn’t think you’d be too happy about the nurse changing you.”
“Oh, my god, that would be awesome. Thanks.”
Sharon finished up her dinner preparations and untied her apron. “You can still see your friends whenever you want to, and they’re still welcome here any time.”
“Sharon. Changing my diapers is bad enough. You don’t want to have to change theirs, too.”
“Honey, I’d rather change their diapers than discourage you from seeing your friends. It’ll be fine.”
After dinner, Sharon and Ryan watched a movie together in the living room. Ryan lay down in Sharon’s lap, sighing contentedly when she started running her fingers through his hair. He felt a little old for this, but he’d missed out on the childhood love and cuddling with his abusive parents. He’d been sick a couple of times since he started living with Sharon over two years ago, and it had been a little awkward at first, but he was now used to her nurturing gestures when he wasn’t feeling well and enjoyed it. After a while, he grimaced as his stomach started to cramp. It was going to take longer to get used to doing this than peeing in his diaper, no question. Peeing at least felt good. There was nothing enjoyable about this. “Um, Sharon?” He asked shyly.
“Hm?....Oh. I’ll go finish cleaning the kitchen.” Sharon knew what the problem was, so she gave him some privacy.
Ryan crouched in front of the couch in what Sharon called the “potty stance.” She’d never said that in reference to him, obviously, but she had a newly-potty-trained three-year-old grandson that had an aversion to pooping in the toilet. He’d only recently started doing that in the toilet sometimes, but he still had a tendency to go in his pants if someone didn’t have an eagle eye on him. Ryan knew that Anne-Marie, Sharon’s daughter, and her husband had to be frustrated with the law passing. They’d finally gotten the kid mostly potty-trained and had to put him back in diapers. Like Sharon, they’d just thought the law wouldn’t pass. Sharon had kept her grandson one Saturday afternoon a couple of weeks after he was out of diapers, and Ryan had taken him outside for a while. He knew nothing about potty cues in children and was confused when William ventured away from him and crouched down for a couple of minutes. He didn’t realize what had happened until William stood up and had a small wet spot at his crotch. He wasn’t wet enough for a full-blown wetting accident, and he was walking with the obvious discomfort of having a load in his pants, so Ryan figured he’d pooped in his pants and accidentally let out a little pee in the process. He didn’t know how Sharon was going to react to a potty accident. Ryan’s own parents had yelled and beaten him when he had accidents, of course, and he knew Sharon wouldn’t hurt the kid, but he didn’t want her to get angry with him, either. He’d tried to sneak William into the house so he could change him without Sharon noticing, but she’d met them at the door with wet wipes, clean underwear, and pants in her hands, explaining that she’d spotted the “potty stance” from the kitchen window. She just cleaned him up and helped him change, then gently reminded him that he was supposed to tell her or Ryan when he had to go potty.
As Ryan assumed a similar stance he’d seen with William and filled his own diaper, he realized that the kid was on to something. It was a faster and more complete-feeling process when he was squatting. He’d peed a little a couple of times after wetting himself after his nap, and he let out a little more as he pooped. He’d realized that it was easier to make himself pee a little at a time before it got urgent, and it was getting easier to do it each time. Eating a full meal after a few days of eating mostly soup, his stomach was a little upset, and it took longer than usual. His appetite had returned with a vengeance, and he’d had three helpings of dinner. He lowered his pajama pants and watched his diaper to make sure it didn’t start leaking. When he was finally finished, he stood up to indicate that he was done. He couldn’t bring himself to sit down in his mushy mess, and doing so might cause him to leak. His stomach still felt a little unsettled, but he wasn’t able to go anymore at the moment.
Sharon came in a couple of minutes later and got a clean diaper and pack of wet wipes. She realized she hadn’t checked his diaper for wetness in a few hours, so she gently squeezed the padding between his legs as he lay down on the floor. “Oh, Ryan, you’re pretty wet. I haven’t thought to check you. You could’ve told me if you were uncomfortable, I would’ve changed you sooner.”
Ryan shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. I, uh, just went, too, so it wasn’t that wet the whole time.” He gritted his teeth and felt his cheeks flush as Sharon untaped his diaper and wiped him down.
“Does your stomach hurt?” Sharon asked as she cleaned him up. Some of it was obviously a little sticky, as she’d been wiping the same spot for several moments with increasing pressure, and she obviously noticed that he’d pooped a lot more than the night before.
“Not really, I think I just ate a little too much dinner.”
“Okay. I can give you something to settle your stomach if I need to.”
Ryan shook his head. “I think I’m okay.”
Sharon finally got him cleaned up and taped a clean diaper on him. “Be right back.”
Ryan stood up and tried to take his soiled diaper from her. “I can at least throw my own diapers away.”
“Don’t worry about it, honey. This is the easy part.” Sharon took his diaper to the large garbage can in the garage and washed her hands before settling back on the couch with him.
Later that night, Sharon gave Ryan his medicine and tucked him into bed. She’d been trying to compensate for the nurturing he had missed out on as a child, and she always tucked him in and stayed with him until he fell asleep when he was sick. She kissed his forehead and straightened his covers over his shoulders. “I love you, honey. If your stomach is still upset and you need to be changed during the night, please come wake me. I don’t want you to have to stay in a messy diaper longer than you have to.”
“Mm-hmm.” Ryan hoped that wouldn’t be a problem, but he was too sleepy to worry about it now. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, but he woke up a few hours later with a cramping stomach. He stumbled out of bed and walked halfway to his bathroom before remembering he was wearing a diaper and had to use it. There was no way he could hold it until the next morning, or even for a couple more minutes, and he was already squirting into his diaper before he had time to crouch beside his bed. The discomfort in his stomach slowly alleviated as it emptied into his diaper, and he felt the front of his diaper grow warm as he started to pee. He realized he was going to have to wake Sharon up to change him, whether he wanted to or not. His diaper had to be close to overflowing, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep with the mess caking against him. He begrudgingly waddled downstairs and into Sharon’s room. He stood over her sleeping form for a couple of minutes before he had the courage to wake her. “Hey, Sharon,” he whispered, softly shaking her shoulder. “Sharon!”
“Hmm?” Sharon sat up and rubbed her eyes. “What’s the matter? Are you feeling bad again?...Oh, I see.” The stench hit her nose as she became more alert. “I’m glad you woke me. Let’s go get you changed.” She got out of bed and rested her hand on Ryan’s back as she led him to the living room. The load in his diaper caused him to walk a little funny. Once he was changed, she washed her hands, got some Pepto-Bismol tablets out of the medicine cabinet, and poured a glass of juice. Ryan had already gone back upstairs, so she went up to his room with the medicine. He was climbing into bed and about to turn his lamp off. “Here, honey, take these really quick.” Sharon placed the tablets in his hand and gave him the juice. Once he took the medicine, she tucked him back in and felt his forehead. “I think your fever’s gone. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“Thanks, Sharon. You’re the best.”
TBC |
@AliasnameTO Thank you! This will mostly be fluff and sweetness, which I know a lot of people probably don’t prefer. And yeah fiction is a great thing, this is definitely not realistic in real life. Although I can’t say I’d put it past our current administration to try to pull some stupid shit like this, haha.
On Monday morning, Ryan got up with his alarm and lay in bed for a few minutes. Not having to get dressed and drive to school meant he could sleep in a little bit, but not as much as he’d hoped when he first learned he’d be finishing high school at home. Sharon had insisted upon sticking close to his normal school schedule, so she told him he needed to be downstairs by 8:00 and working by 8:30. As was usual for first thing in the morning, Ryan’s bladder was starting to ache for release. Having a small bladder meant sometimes having to get up during the night to pee and waking up with a bursting bladder if he didn’t go during the night. He looked out his window and saw that it was gray and raining outside, and he knew it was cold. He’d just heard the heat kick on, and he was glad he didn’t have to get out of his warm pajamas or leave the house that morning. Comfortable in his soft, warm bed, he held his hands to his diapered crotch as he relaxed and wet his diaper. He could feel the padding grow warm through his pajama pants, and his warm bed and freshly warm and wet diaper made him feel cozy. After a few minutes, he knew Sharon would start calling for him to come downstairs soon, so he dragged himself out of bed.
Sharon was sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee and a plate of fruit in front of her when Ryan got downstairs. She was still in her nightgown, her dark hair pulled away from her face, and she wasn’t wearing any makeup. It seemed that she was enjoying not having to go to work, herself. He knew she was close to sixty and had more than enough money to retire comfortably, but she loved her job and wasn’t ready to leave yet. Ryan was grateful for that, as lhe wouldn’t be living with her now if she had retired when she’d been eligible. Before his parents had gotten arrested for child abuse, his dad had worked with Sharon, and Ryan had met her a few times before. She’d had no idea that he was being abused, and when she found out Ryan was being taken from his parents, she’d gotten licensed for foster care and offered to take him. One of his friends’ parents probably would’ve done the same thing to keep him out of the system, but he was glad he’d ended up with Sharon. Any of his friends’ parents would’ve been fine, but Sharon just felt like “home” in a way that he didn’t think any of his friends’ families would have done.
Ryan got a mug of coffee for himself and made a bowl of cereal. Sharon got his medicine from the windowsill over the sink and poured a glass of juice for him. She kissed his forehead before handing him the pill. “Morning, honey.”
“Morning. How much longer do I have to take this?”
“Just a couple more days.” Sharon squeezed his shoulders and pressed her hand to the front of his diaper. “Want me to change you?”
Ryan shook his head. “Nah, I’m not that wet.”
“Okay, but tell me when you pee-pee again. I might forget to check you.”
Ryan finished breakfast, talked to Sharon for a few minutes, and sat at the kitchen table with his computer and school materials. Sharon usually worked from home a couple of days a week, anyway, and she had an office across the hall from her bedroom. She worked in the kitchen or living room if Ryan was home sick so she could be nearby, but she’d probably be back and forth between her office and the kitchen now that he would be home during the day. Sure enough, Sharon sat at the counter with her computer and a few files once Ryan was at the table with his school things and another cup of coffee. Being able to slowly drink two or three cups of coffee throughout the morning instead of downing some before school was another advantage he hadn’t thought about. It didn’t take long for the juice and first cup of coffee to find their way to Ryan’s bladder, and he let it go as soon as he felt a slight urge. He hated feeling like he had to pee even a little bit, so there was no point in holding it at all and being even slightly uncomfortable when he had to use his diaper, anyway. Not having to get up every time he had to pee meant that he could pee whenever he wanted to without interruption, and he found himself looking forward to warming his diaper with fresh pee. The padding wasn’t turning cold between wettings, but it didn’t hold that pleasurable warmth that came with a splash of new pee, either.
After a couple of hours of frequent dribbling, Ryan’s diaper had slowly grown saturated and uncomfortable. He could normally go more than two hours without needing to pee, but that was with minimal liquids. After three cups of coffee and a couple of glasses of juice, he would’ve had to use the toilet already if he hadn’t been in a diaper, and probably twice. Sharon got up to go to the bathroom, having had more coffee than normal herself, which reminded her that Ryan had probably either already wet again or was going to soon. “How’s your diaper?” She asked as she came back into the kitchen. She gently pressed her hand between his legs before he had a chance to answer. “You’re soaked, Ryan! You should’ve told me you needed to be changed.”
“It, uh, just happened.” Ryan followed Sharon to the living room and obediently lay down on the changing mat. This part was getting easier with each change, but he still felt awkward and tense as Sharon gently wiped him down and put a new diaper on him.
“I’m glad you’re getting a little more comfortable with this,” Sharon commented as she secured the tabs of his diaper. “Is it a little easier to pee-pee now? I haven’t noticed you trying to hold it too long in a couple of days, now.”
“Yeah, I think I’m just getting used to it.”
As a senior, Ryan got out of school early, so his school day ended soon after lunchtime. He had a good bit of make-up work from being out sick for most of the week before, so he decided to take a break after they’d eaten lunch and watch TV for a little bit before getting back to it. His diaper was already damp, and he barely noticed when he spurted a little bit more as he got comfortable on the couch. He squeezed his legs together, savoring the wet warmth, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep. He stirred a little while later when he felt Sharon cover him with a blanket. There was already a faint tingle in his crotch, so he let it out and went back to sleep. Damn, that coffee had wreaked havoc on his bladder. The water he drank at lunch had to go somewhere, too. He went back to sleep and woke up a couple of hours later. It wasn’t like him to nap during the day, especially for over two hours, unless he was sick, but maybe he was just fighting the tail end of whatever he’d had the week before. The constant dribbling he’d done all day had kept him from having to feel an urge to pee at all, and he felt a good bit of pressure in his bladder for the first time since he’d woken up that morning. He’d woken up during his nap a couple of times just long enough to pee a little bit, and he had no idea how many full pees his diaper was holding now. Since he’d realized on Friday that it was easier to pee before he felt the need arise, the only times he felt a pressing need to pee was in the mornings after not peeing all night, or after a nap. He’d napped on Saturday and Sunday, too, but he hadn’t woken up at all during them and had woken up with a fairly strong urge to pee when he got up each time. Ryan was too eager to relieve the annoying tingle of his bladder to worry about how much he’d already peed. He let go, and he felt warm wetness flow across his crotch and leak out his leg guards and down the legs of his pajama pants. His eyes widened as he crammed his hand between his legs and tried to hold back, but now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop. He was still drowsy and didn’t have the presence of mind to get off of the couch, and when the flow finally stopped, he sat up to asses the damage. Both his pants and the couch were wet, and it felt like his diaper was hanging halfway down his legs. “Um, Sharon?” He called sheepishly.
Sharon appeared in the entryway from the kitchen. “Oh, good, you’re awake.”
“Yeah. I’m, uh, wet.” Ryan’s cheeks flamed, humiliated that he’d managed to wet his pants in a diaper.
“I’m sure you are, after all that coffee and juice. You had a couple of glasses of water before you fell asleep, too.”
“No, I’m, like, um, wet wet.”
“Uh-oh, did you leak?” Sharon walked over to the couch and pulled the blanket away from Ryan. The wet stain on his pajamas was unmistakable, and she was sure he’d wet the couch, too. “Oh, honey, it’s okay. It’s been a while since I changed you. I would’ve changed you earlier if I’d known you were going to take a nap.”
Ryan shrugged. “I didn’t know I was going to take a nap, either.” He’d not only taken a nap, he’d slept for a little over three hours.
Sharon laid out the changing mat, and Ryan moved carefully in his sodden diaper to lie down on it. Sharon thoroughly wiped down his crotch, butt, and the insides and backs of his thighs to make sure she got all remnants of pee before getting him in a clean diaper. Ryan’s cheeks were still flaming from embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, Sharon, I’ll clean it up.”
“No, honey, don’t worry about it. I’ll just rinse your pajama pants and put them in the wash, and the couch is easily cleaned, too. I’ll take care of it. Things like this will probably happen for a few days until we get a feel for how often you go and how much your diapers can hold.”
“Thanks, Sharon. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
Later that evening, Sharon’s daughter and grandson came over for dinner. William ran inside, looking for Sharon. It had been over a week since Sharon had seem his since Ryan had been sick, and she happily picked him up and hugged him. “Nana has missed you so much!” She patted the seat of his pants and kissed Anne-Marie’s cheek when she came in behind him. “Wow, it feels weird for him to have a padded bottom again.”
“Doesn’t it?” Anne-Marie accepted the glass of wine Sharon offered her and took a sip. “I do like not having to live in constant fear that he’s going to have an accident when we’re in public and not having to deal with the panicked “I hafta potty” screams that leave me with less than five minutes to figure something out before he wets his pants, but I never would’ve potty-trained him at all if I thought that stupid law might pass. I still can’t believe it.”
“I can’t, either.” Sharon put William down and got a glass of wine for herself. “I’m kind of glad Ryan was sick last week when we found out. He felt too bad to fight me too much on it, but I can understand why he’s not happy about it.”
Anne-Marie nodded. “I can’t imagine. William will be used to it by the time he’s a teenager. Where is Ryan, anyway?”
“He’s taking a shower. He’s been trying to catch up on his make-up work since his ‘school day’ ended. He did take a nap earlier, which was kind of odd.”
“Our neighbor has a teenager, and she said he’s been taking naps every day since he started wearing diapers. I wonder if somehow wearing a diaper makes them drowsy to the point that they need naps? That’s so weird.”
“That is weird. Ryan’s taken a nap every day since he’s been sick, and I thought he was still just tired over the weekend, but he drank three cups of coffee this morning and still took a nap.” Sharon stopped talking when she heard Ryan coming downstairs.
“Ryan!” William exclaimed, running over to him.
“Hey, little dude.” Ryan picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder. “Want to go play on the porch?” He offered, feeling extremely self-conscious, knowing that Anne-Marie knew that he was wearing a diaper.
“Yeah!”
“Okay, buddy, but make sure you tell Ryan when you feel like you have to go potty,” Anne-Marie said.
Ryan’s eyes widened, and he moved his hand to William’s bottom. “Wait, what? He doesn’t have to—“ he was relieved when he felt padding there.
“He hadn’t been potty-trained very long before he had to go back to diapers, so I just want to make sure he stays aware of when he has to go,” Anne-Marie explained. “I usually make him wait ten or fifteen more minutes after he tells me, unless I can tell he waited a little too late and has to go really bad. He’s so small, so I want him to work on improving his bladder muscles, even though it doesn’t really matter now. I’d rather him not have the bladder control of a toddler, or have to be re-potty-trained completely, when he’s eighteen and out of diapers. I made an appointment with his pediatrician for next week to see how she thinks we should handle it, but regardless of what she says, I’ll probably keep doing something like this to keep him potty-trained.”
Sharon nodded. “That does make sense. Years of being able to go whenever and not have to think about it could be bad once he’s eighteen. The law isn’t necessarily about being potty-trained, it’s mostly about just keeping kids in diapers. It doesn’t say anything about helping them keep control of their bladders.”
Ryan took William out to the porch to play with his toys Sharon kept there and sat in the swing as William toddled around. After a while, he started squeezing his crotch or crossing his legs every couple of minutes, and Ryan couldn’t decide whether he was distracted and only subconsciously realized he had to go or if he was too shy to tell him. He had just turned three a couple of months ago, so either was possible. Ryan was about to help him out a little bit and ask him when William gasped and dug both hands into his crotch. He gave Ryan a panicked look as he pressed his legs together. “I hafta potty, my pee-pee’s about to come out!” He whimpered.
“Okay, just go ahead and wet your diaper.”
“But Mommy makes me wait!” William whined. He bounced against the floor, trying not to wet his diaper, but he had already felt two long spurts come out.
“She also said you don’t have to if you wait too long to tell her and have to go really bad. It’s okay, you can go potty now.”
Not that it mattered, William had already lost control. He just relaxed and stopped trying to hold it and let himself forcefully wet his diaper. “I like that I don’t have to stop playing to go potty,” he admitted to Ryan.
“I bet you do. It’s probably nice when you’re stuck in the car and have to go, too, and you don’t have to try to hold it until you can get to a potty,” Ryan commented, remembering being stuck in traffic with Sharon and William not long ago that had resulted in a soaked car seat. Hell, Ryan had been worried about his own ability to make it home without wetting his pants that day. That was the closest to an accident he’d come since he was probably ten or eleven. Sharon had been pretty desperate by then, herself, and he was pretty sure that the only reason she’d allowed him to water the plants on the side of the house was because that meant she didn’t have to race him for the closest bathroom inside. “Hey, bud, was your diaper already wet before you went pee-pee?” William nodded. “Okay, your mommy probably needs to change you. Dinner’s probably almost ready, anyway.” Ryan helped William pick up his toys and led him inside.
Anne-Marie picked William up and checked his diaper. “Hmm, you just went potty, didn’t you? Let’s go change really quick.”
Dinner with Anne-Marie wasn’t so bad. She’d said her husband was working late, but Ryan guessed that she and Sharon were trying to ease him into being around new people in diapers and thought that having her husband there too might overwhelm him. The conversation was normal, and how she was going to handle William was talked about a couple of times, but not a word was said about Ryan’s diapers. That he was aware of, anyway, she’d probably asked Sharon how it was going while he was outside with William.
A couple of days later, Ryan was mostly caught up on the work he’d missed while he was out of school, but he was lost in Physics. “Why don’t you invite Blake over after school tomorrow to help you?” Sharon suggested.
Ryan nodded. “I think I might do that. He’s finishing high school at home now, too. His dad can work from home, so he’s staying with him during the day. Can he just spend the night tomorrow night?”
“Sure. I might actually go to dinner with Diane tomorrow night, so you guys can order a pizza if you want.”
Blake arrived around 4:00 the next afternoon, and it was a little awkward at first, with each one knowing the other one was wearing a diaper. They sat at the kitchen table to work, and Blake started to look a little nervous after a while. Ryan looked up from his notebook. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m, uh, about to have to crap. I would’ve waited and done it at home before I came, but I didn’t feel like I’d need to go anytime soon then. It just hit me like a ton of bricks.”
“Sharon won’t mind changing you,” Ryan said. “I hate it, but she’s been really cool about it. She won’t make you feel bad about it or anything.”
“I know, and I’ve got to get used to people besides my parents changing me if I ever want to go anywhere, but I’d rather the first diaper Sharon has to change for me not be a dirty one.”
“The first one she changed for me was dirty, too.” Ryan still had a hard time believing his own diaper use was just a normal part of everyday conversation now. At least he had some company now. “This sucks so bad. I wanted to die the first time she changed me.”
“I know—shit.” Blake hunched over and held his stomach. “It’s coming out, you might not want to be around for this.”
“Oh, right, sorry. I don’t like for anyone to be around for that, either.” Ryan went into the living room and came back in when Blake was finished. “I’ll go tell Sharon you need to be changed.”
Blake gave him a grateful look. “Thanks.”
Ryan walked into Sharon’s office and found her working at her computer. “Hey. Um, Blake needs to be changed.”
“All right.” Sharon took her reading glasses off and followed Ryan into the kitchen. “Hi, Blake,” she greeted warmly. “I’ll change you in the living room.”
“Okay.” Blake reached for his bag, but his hand froze when he realized he’d forgotten to pack extra diapers. “I, uh, didn’t think to bring any diapers with me,” he said apologetically.
“Oh, that’s okay. I’m sure Ryan’s will fit you.” Sharon led him to the living room and set out the changing mat. Blake nervously pulled his jeans off and settled on the mat, his legs tense as Sharon untaped his diaper. “My goodness, honey, you’re soaked. I’m surprised you haven’t leaked.” She winced as she noticed a painful-looking rash and gently prodded at it with her finger once she’d wiped him down. “That rash looks terrible, how long has it been there?”
Blake shrugged. “A couple of days, I guess. My dad doesn’t change me that much during the day, and I’ve had a weak bladder since I was a kid, so I wet a lot. That’s actually how Ryan and I became good friends. He wet his pants on the bus coming back from a field trip when we were in second grade, and I had wet my pants in class when my teacher told me to wait a few minutes until our lesson was over when I asked to go earlier that year. We kind of bonded over that.” Blake stood up and pulled his jeans back on as Sharon rolled up his soiled diaper. “His bladder isn’t as bad as mine. Before this diaper thing started, I had to make sure I went to the bathroom at scheduled intervals for school or days when I’m not at home to make sure I don’t get in a situation where I can’t hold it until I can get to a bathroom, but he doesn’t seem to have to do anything like that.”
“I’m sorry, I had no idea. So, Ryan has some bladder problems, too?”
Blake covered his face with his hands. “Crap, I thought you knew. Ryan’s going to kill me.”
“No, he won’t. I won’t tell him you told me. And let me know as soon as you’re wet again, and I’ll change you. It’ll be better for your rash if you can stay dry.”
Blake looked relieved. “I don’t think it’s anything major. He’s definitely better than I am. I just know he wet the bed and had daytime accidents longer than most kids, but I think it’s gotten better as he’s gotten older. I’ve had no such luck.”
A little while later, Sharon stopped working for the day and got ready to go out for dinner. Ryan and Blake were still working at the table when she came into the kitchen. “I’m meeting Diane at six, so I should be back before eight. If you need to be changed before then, just text me, and I’ll come home. I don’t want you sitting in a dirty diaper.” Sharon stood beside Blake and checked his diaper. He was still dry. “Do you need to pee-pee before I go? You don’t need to stay in a wet diaper for too long with your rash.”
“I mean, I could, but you just changed me,” Blake answered. “I don’t want to use too many of Ryan’s diapers.”
“Don’t worry about it, honey. Go ahead and wet, and I’ll change you before I go.” Sharon went to the living room to get a diaper ready, and Blake concentrated for a few moments before he was rewarded with warm, wet padding against him. He could usually be counted on to pee on command. He hadn’t even felt much of a need to go, but he let out a decent-sized amount. It was less awkward as Sharon changed him this time, and she quickly had him in a dry diaper. Once that was taken care of, she pulled her credit card out of her purse and placed it on the counter. “You guys can do whatever you want for dinner. Text me if either one of you need to be changed before I get back. I mean it.” She had changed Ryan after his nap just a couple of hours before, but she checked him, too, just in case. He was damp, but he could probably wait until she got home to be changed. “You’re a little wet. Do you want me to change you now, or do you think you’ll be okay for a couple of hours?”
Ryan knew he hadn’t let out a full bladder’s worth yet, so he shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”
“All right. Let me know if I need to come home.” Sharon kisses Ryan’s cheek, grabbed her purse, and left.
“Pee-pee?” Blake said in disbelief once Sharon was out the door.
Ryan shrugged. “We’ve never really had to be specific about toilet functions before. She said it, like, sounds nicer or something.” They ordered a pizza, changed into sweatpants and t-shirts, and watched TV for a while, and Blake was starting to fidget. It hurt his rash when he was wet, so he was trying to wait until Sharon got home to pee.
“Um, when did Sharon say she’d be back?” Blake asked.
Ryan looked at his phone. “It’s 7:15...She said before 8, but it might not be that long. “What’s wrong?”
“I have to pee, and I have a rash. It stings when I’m wet, and Sharon said she’d change me as soon as I go so it can clear up. I just wanted to try to hold it until she gets home.” He’d known that the three glasses of coke he’d had since he got there weren’t a good idea. Caffeine always went straight to his bladder and made his need urgent more quickly than anything else.
“I’m going to have to go soon, too, and it’s not just pee,” Ryan admitted.
A little while later, Blake was gripping his crotch, trying to take the pressure off, and he clenched his legs together when his bladder painfully spasmed. He’d already felt a few drops escape, and he knew from past experience that the next leak was going to be a flood he couldn’t stop. “Crap, I’m about to pee.”
“Just go,” Ryan said, his own discomfort growing. “It’s 7:45, Sharon’s probably on her way home. Does your rash really hurt that bad?”
“My dad doesn’t change me that often, so I’m used to it stinging. I just don’t want it to hurt if it doesn’t have to, and I just peed right before Sharon left. I should be able to hold it for a couple of hours.”
“Well, having to pee that bad hurts, too,” Ryan pointed out.
“I know, I just—“ Blake gasped and bounced up and down on the couch when he felt a slow but steady stream start, and he couldn’t stop it no matter what he did. “Damn it, it’s coming out.” No amount of pressing into his crotch or squeezing his bladder muscles closed could hold it in, so he uncrossed his legs and loosened his grip on his crotch. He left his hand between his legs as the warmth of the low hiss coming from his crotch seeped through his sweatpants, but he quickly removed it when he remembered Ryan was beside him.
“Don’t worry, I do the same thing,” Ryan assured him. “Does it, uh, feel good when you’re wet? Like especially when you’ve just peed, and it’s really warm? I mean, aside from your rash.”
Blake nodded. “Oh, yeah. Since my dad makes me stay in wet diapers for so long, I try not to pee until I’m close to losing control. It hurts, but it feels good in a way. I don’t know what it is.” He’d even intentionally held on so long that his bladder gave out and he involuntarily wet himself a few times. It wasn’t anything he’d ever enjoyed before, because wetting his pants was obviously embarrassing and he’d never purposefully held it for too long before, but now that he had the safety net of a diaper, he found that he enjoyed the desperation of feeling like he couldn’t hold it much longer and eventually losing control as his bladder voided itself. If he had to wear the stupid diapers, he could at least have a little fun with it.
“I don’t know about that, I can’t stand to feel like I have to pee. I love how warm it feels right after I wet my diaper, though. I’m always afraid I’m going to get hard and have...stuff in my diaper when Sharon changes me. But having to shit myself just sucks all around.”
Blake wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, I’m not a fan of that, either. And I’ve had two erections since this diaper crap started. Unintentional ones, anyway. I’ve had to start doing that in the shower.”
“Yeah, me too...On the shower thing, anyway. Speaking of messing myself...Um, I’ll be right back.” Ryan had been trying to put off pooping until Sharon was home, but the pressure was too much, and he could feel it starting to poke out. He rushed for the stairs, but he’d waited too long to get up to his room, and his body was longing to crouch down like a toddler. It was no longer just trying to poke out, but was forcefully pushing itself out, so he detoured to Sharon’s room. He held on to her bed post, his poop steadily filling his diaper as he squatted and felt pee warm his front.
Meanwhile, Sharon came home and looked around for the boys. She found Blake on the couch in the living room. “Hey, where’s Ryan?”
“He went up to his room, he said he was going to have to use the bathroom soon. I mean, in his diaper, but you know what I mean.”
“Oh, right. I’m glad he didn’t have to go before now. How about you, are you still dry?” Sharon gently squeezed his crotch as she was speaking, and Blake didn’t know why she’d bothered to ask. “Oh, how long have you been wet?”
“Not long,” Blake answered honestly. “I think I drank a little too much coke earlier. I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
“All right, let’s get you changed while Ryan’s upstairs.” Sharon wiped him down and retrieved a small tube from the grocery bag she’d carried in. “I bought some rash cream on the way home. I didn’t think to get some when I was buying diapers and wipes last week.” She squeezed some onto her finger and gently dabbed it against his irritated skin. “I’ll use a wet cloth next time, I’m sorry, I forgot the wipes would hurt your rash. Tell me when you pee-pee again.”
“It’s okay. Thanks. I will.”
Sharon put his diaper in the garbage and went to her room to change into her pajamas. She wasn’t expecting to find in the potty stance beside her bed. His eyes widened when she came in. “Sharon! Get out,” he hissed, too embarrassed to think clearly and realize he was telling her to get out of her own room. He’d been so focused on getting somewhere comfortable and private to poop that he hadn’t thought about her coming home.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.” Sharon hurried out of her room, her cheeks flaming. She got some pajama pants and a sweatshirt from the laundry room, changed in the half-bath off of the kitchen, and poured a glass of wine while she was waiting for Ryan to finish. When she heard footsteps coming out of her room a few minutes later, she got the changing mat, a clean diaper and pack of wipes and led him back to her room. “I’m sorry, Blake thought you were upstairs,” she said as he lay down.
“I started to go upstairs, but I knew I wasn’t going to make it,” he admitted. “I waited a little too long to get somewhere I was comfortable. I’m sorry for doing it in your room, but I kind of panicked and didn’t know where else to go. It was the closest place that didn’t feel out in the open.”
“That’s okay.” Sharon cleaned him up as quickly as she could and put a clean diaper on him. “I’m sorry if you tried to hold it for a while, you could’ve called me when you had to go.”
“It’s fine. I think you needed a little break from teenagers and diapers. It’s been a while since you’ve seen any of your friends.”
Sharon disposed of his diaper and washed her hands, relieved that diaper duty was probably over until bedtime. Two teenaged messy diapers in less than four hours was a little draining, and she took her book and glass of wine to the back porch to read and unwind before bed. The October night was cold, and she turned on the outdoor heater and settled in an overstuffed chair. She sipped a couple of glasses of wine as she read, and she was ready to go to bed a couple of hours later. After placing her wine glass in the dishwasher, she checked on the boys. “I’m about to go to bed, so you guys go ahead and pee-pee one more time so I can change you for the night.” She didn’t have to tell Blake twice. He was already getting urgent again, and he visibly relaxed and let his pee flow into the soft padding between his legs. Sharon noticed his expression change from a little tense to relief, so she waited a few moments before getting a couple of diapers. “All right, Blake, I think I’ll change you first. Come with me, I’ll change you in my room.”
Blake followed her into her room, pushing down as much as he could to make sure he was all empty.
Sharon got a wet cloth and wiped it over his rash and crotch area before putting a little more ointment on him. “If this doesn’t look any better in the morning, you may need to let it air out for a while. It looks terrible.”
Blake wasn’t sure how that would work, so he just shrugged as she taped a new diaper on him and pulled his sweatpants up. “If you need to pee-pee during the night, you can come wake me up to change you,” Sharon said, remembering his small bladder. Not to mention the fact that he’d had a lot to drink that evening.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Blake answered uncertainly. He’d probably have to pee at least once before morning, if not before they went to bed, but he didn’t want to wake Sharon up for just a wet diaper. A messy diaper would be a different story, but he doubted that would be a problem.
“I really don’t mind.” Sharon lowered her voice. “Ryan had an upset stomach a few nights ago, and he had to come wake me up to change a dirty diaper. It’s really not a problem. I’m sure a wet diaper doesn’t feel good on your rash.”
“It’s not bad.” Blake made a quick exit. Sharon called for Ryan to come, quickly changed him, and got ready for bed. Ryan and Blake did the same about an hour later. It was hard to remember that it was a school night and that they had to be up early the next morning. Once they got upstairs, Blake took his bag to one of the guest rooms where he always slept when he spent the night. As he climbed in bed, he was relieved that he didn’t feel any traces of needing to pee, but he was fairly certain he was going to wet his diaper while he was asleep. He’d wet the bed almost every night until he was ten, and then slowed down until he was twelve or thirteen. He still had occasional nighttime accidents, but the older he got, the less frequent they were. Now, they usually only happened sometimes when he was sick, really tired, or, like tonight, had a lot to drink during the evening. Accidents happened just often enough for him to constantly worry about them, but that was one good thing about having to wear diapers. If he did wet himself without knowing it, no one else had to know. Sharon would obviously know he was wet the next morning, but she wouldn’t have any way of knowing whether he was asleep or awake when it happened. He’d been lucky in that he hadn’t had an accident at a friend’s house since he was ten, so none of his friends or their parents knew that he still wet the bed every now and then. He woke up after a weird dream a couple of hours later, and there was already a nagging twinge in his bladder. His diaper still felt dry, so he didn’t want to wet it just yet. He wasn’t so uncomfortable that he couldn’t go back to sleep, but he knew he would pee without waking up if he didn’t pee now. His desire to keep his rash dry as long as he could so it would go away won out, and he went back to sleep, still feeling a slight urge to pee.
Edited March 2, 2019 by abdlomo
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The next morning, Blake was confused when his alarm went off and wasn’t sure where he was, but then he remembered that he was at Ryan’s house. He immediately felt wetness between his legs, and he panicked for a moment before his burning rash reminded him that he was wearing a diaper. He hadn’t woken up when he peed, but he knew this was going to happen. He never would’ve drank so much the night before if he didn’t have to be in diapers, and his bladder was already starting to fill again. He almost started to pee, but then he decided to wait and try to hold on until he lost control. Waking up with a nagging bladder had given him a head start, and with the help of some coffee, he would probably be desperate in an hour or so. He’d never drank coffee until the week before, because he’d heard that it was a diuretic, and he had enough bladder issues as it was, but he’d found that it helped when the mood struck to hold his pee until his body forced him to wet himself. After lying in bed for a few minutes, he finally made himself get up. Ryan was sitting up when he passed his room, so Blake waited at the top of the stairs so they could walk down together.
Sharon was sipping coffee at the counter when the two drowsy teenagers walked in. She couldn’t help but smile at their drooping, obviously wet diapers under their pajama pants. Ryan was soaked when she checked him, and Blake wasn’t that wet, but she wanted to go ahead and change him because of his rash. It looked worse, so she put more ointment on it and decided to let him go diaper-free for the morning. “I didn’t think I could do that,” Blake said.
“As long as you don’t go potty anywhere except your diaper and don’t change yourself, we’re technically not breaking any rules,” Sharon explained as she pulled his pajama pants up over his bare bottom. “I’ll put a diaper under you in your chair, just in case, and I’ll wrap a towel around you so you don’t feel exposed. Just make sure you tell me when you have to pee-pee so I can tape your diaper on you.”
Blake nodded. “I guess I could do that. It does feel good not to have anything on my rash. Even a dry diaper irritated it a little bit.”
Sharon got a towel and a clean diaper and led Blake to the kitchen. “Ryan, Blake’s rash isn’t any better, so I’m going to let him leave his diaper open until he has to use it. Go in the living room while I help him get settled, and I’ll be in there to change you in a minute.” Once Ryan was gone, Sharon helped Blake get situated on top of his open diaper and tucked the towel around him to cover him up. “All right, just don’t forget to tell me when you need to wet your diaper, okay? I’ll work in here so I’ll be nearby.” She got a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice for him before going to change Ryan.
Once Ryan was in a dry diaper, he got breakfast, juice, and coffee for himself. As much as he enjoyed the feeling of a wet diaper, a soft, dry diaper had its own brand of pleasure. The longer he’d been in a wet diaper, the better a dry diaper always felt. He’d woken up during the night and peed, then wet again before he came downstairs, so he’d felt a little waterlogged before Sharon changed him. “Oh, sorry, did you want some coffee? I know you never drank it before, but now it doesn’t really matter.”
“Sure. I’ve been drinking it since last week, for that same reason.” Blake sipped his juice and finished his cereal, then took a tentative sip of the coffee Ryan gave him. It still didn’t taste great, but he loved the smell and the warmth of it. They both worked for a while, and Blake started to shift in his seat as his coffee and juice kicked in. A couple of painful urges caused him to squeeze his legs together, but they subsided after a few seconds. When another urge hit him almost immediately after the prior one had calmed down, he knew he was going to lose it soon. He probably still had a few minutes before the dam burst, but he wanted to make sure Sharon had time to change him before that happened. He squeezed his penis through the towel and pressed into his crotch. “Um, Sharon?” He spoke up. “I’m going to wet my diaper soon.”
Sharon was surprised, as she’d assumed that he’d emptied his bladder before she changed him that morning, but she didn’t think much of it. She knew he had bladder problems, and the coffee probably hadn’t helped. “Okay, honey. Wrap your towel around yourself, and I’ll put your diaper on in the living room. Can you hold it for a minute?”
“Yeah.” Blake carefully stood up and kept his towel wrapped around him, but standing up jarred his bladder, and he crossed his legs as a longer wave of urgency hit him. Damn that coffee. It passed after a few moments, but not before he felt a little bit of pee escape, and he didn’t have much time. He knew from past experience that the next time his bladder pulsated like that, it wouldn’t go away until his bladder was empty. “Oh, god, standing up made it worse. We have to hurry.” Sharon ushered him into the living room, placed his diaper on the floor, and quickly centered him over it without taking the time to grab the changing mat this time.
Blake felt his control loosen as he lay down, and his cheeks flushed when he realized his penis was dribbling urine. He held his bladder muscles in as hard as he could, but he could still feel a slow stream slipping past his clenched muscles and into the waiting diaper below him. He was about to lose it completely, and the exhilaration he’d become familiar with in the last week in the moments between feeling the slow stream start to trickle out and the last surge that was so powerful that his pee had to rush out of him was suppressed by the panic he’d felt in trying to hold it until he was covered up. It was much like the panic he endured before he had to wear diapers and found himself in a situation where he was in danger of wetting his pants before he could get to the toilet. He hadn’t completely wet his pants since he was 13 and on a long car trip with his parents, but he’d had close calls and long spurts that dampened his pants while rushing to the toilet several times since then. He’d meant to get Sharon to put his diaper on a few minutes before he needed to be changed, but he’d overestimated how much longer he could wait.
“Sorry, Sharon, it’s coming out. I can’t hold it.” Sharon held the front of his diaper over his crotch just in time before he felt the final surge of release as his bladder completely gave out. He gasped softly when he felt his pee rush out more forcefully, even though he was still trying to hold it in. Since he was covered, he was able to enjoy the last loss of control a little bit, but it would’ve been more pleasurable without Sharon kneeling over him and holding his diaper over his penis because he couldn’t hold it long enough for her to properly tape it on him.
Sharon could hear a flowing sound as he let go, and she noticed his expression change from tense panic to relief as he forcefully wet himself. She quickly fastened the tabs and straightened the diaper so he wouldn’t leak.
“You’re okay, honey, don’t try to hold it back.”
“I couldn’t hold it back now if I tried.” Blake sighed and relaxed as he drenched his diaper and savored the rapid warmth that drenched his genitals. It hurt to have to hold it for too long, but finally letting it go was a feeling of pleasure and relief he couldn’t put into words.
When he was finished, Sharon wiped him down and put some rash ointment on him. “Try to tell me a little sooner next time, but that was probably the coffee’s fault. If your body’s not used to it, it can mess with your bladder.”
“Especially if you have the bladder of a three year old,” Blake mumbled.
“I’m sorry, honey. That can’t be easy for you.” Sharon put his diaper in the garbage, washed her hands, and got Blake settled in the kitchen again.
After lunch, both boys were getting drowsy, but they didn’t know whether the other one had been taking naps. Sharon watched from the counter, interested to see how this would play out. They were both finished with their school days and were trying to finish getting Ryan caught up in physics, but neither could concentrate, and they both looked ready to drop their heads in their notebooks. Neither of them wanted to bring it up, so Sharon decided to help them out a little bit. “Blake? Have you gotten sleepy in the afternoons since you started wearing diapers? Ryan’s been taking naps every afternoon, and you both look a little bleary-eyed.”
They both looked relieved that she had brought it up. “Yeah,” Blake admitted. “I thought it was just me. I didn’t know why I suddenly got so tired after lunch, but I’ve slept for two or three hours every afternoon.”
“I thought so. Why don’t you guys go lie down on the couch? You can finish helping Ryan when you wake up, and you can spend the night again if you want to. If your dad’s not changing you much during the day, I’d rather your rash clear up a little bit before you go home.”
“Thanks, Sharon, but you don’t want to have to change me for another night,” Blake said.
“I don’t mind, I promise. Ryan, try to pee-pee while I put Blake’s diaper on him. You’ll both be more comfortable if you fall asleep with empty bladders and dry diapers.” Sharon guided Blake to the living room, making sure he was covered up, and taped his diaper on him. “Do you need a minute, or can you go ahead and wet it?”
“Sharon. Holding my pee might be a problem sometimes, but it’s always a safe assumption that I can let it out at any given moment.”
Sharon chuckled as Blake concentrated for a few moments and relaxed his posture as he started wetting, without a shred of shyness. She could tell when he was finished and pushed down a little harder to make sure he was empty. “Okay, I’m done. I’m about to pass out. You can change Ryan in here, I’ll be asleep before you can get my diaper to the garbage.” Once he was wiped down and in a new diaper, Blake lay down on the couch in just his diaper and t-shirt. Sharon spread a blanket over him and ruffled his hair before going to the kitchen to get Ryan. “Did you try to pee-pee?”
“Yeah. I was able to go a little bit.”
Sharon squeezed Ryan’s diaper as they walked to the living room. “Oh, honey, you should’ve told me you were so wet! I keep forgetting to check you.”
Ryan didn’t know if he was more used to being changed now or was just ready to trade his sodden diaper for a dry one, but he willingly lay down on the changing mat without hesitation. Blake was already asleep and breathing heavily, so he wasn’t worried about being changed in front of him. He felt refreshed after Sharon wiped him down with a cold wet wipe, and the soft padding of his dry diaper teased his genitals. Once he was on the opposite end of the sectional couch from Blake and under a blanket, he squeezed his legs together, trying to quell the aroused nerve endings between his legs. It wasn’t so much that he was going to become completely aroused, but the soft padding was causing some stirrings. He finally calmed down, but he wasn’t able to fall asleep, as tired as he was. Sharon came in a few minutes later, surprised to find him still awake. “What’s the matter?”
Ryan shrugged. “I’m tired, but I can’t fall asleep.”
“Hmm...” Sharon got the box fan from her room and plugged it in. All of her children had slept more easily with the white noise from the fan, and she still liked it, herself. Once it was humming, she sat on the edge of the couch and patted the top of his thigh, right at the edge of his diaper, in a soothing rhythm. With her other hand running through his hair, Ryan’s eyes started getting heavy almost immediately.
“Oh, my god, that feels so good.”
“I thought it would.” Sharon kissed his forehead and easily soothed him to sleep.
A little while later, Sharon took a break from work and looked in on the boys. They were both still unconscious. They had shifted a little bit, and their blankets were no longer completely covering them. In just their t-shirts and diapers, they looked like overgrown toddlers. She straightened their blankets over them and went back to her work.
Blake woke up after an hour and a half with a twinging bladder, thanks to two cups of coffee that morning and juice with lunch. He’d normally hold it for a little while longer, but he wanted to go back to sleep. He was too uncomfortable to be able to sleep again, so he pressed his hands to the front of his diaper and let go, sighing contentedly as the pressure was relieved and warm wetness spread around his crotch. He loved feeling his diaper get warm against his hands when he wet it, and he could feel it even better now with no pants over it. He gently squeezed his legs together, savoring the warmth, and went back to sleep.
Ryan usually didn’t nap much longer than two hours, but when he woke up a couple of hours later and saw that Blake was still asleep, he lay back down and decided to sleep a little longer, himself. He barely noticed as he warmed his diaper with fresh pee, and the soothing hum of the fan had him unconscious again in no time. When he woke up again almost an hour later, he was worried at first when he realized he was wet, but he vaguely remembered letting himself pee when he woke up earlier. Blake was starting to sit up, too, and Ryan noticed as he paused for a few moments and then relaxed. “Dude, you peeing?”
Blake nodded. “I knew drinking coffee would make me pee a lot. I woke up a while ago and peed then, too.” He grimaced as his wet diaper pressed against his rash. “I need to tell Sharon I’m wet.” Ryan followed Blake into the kitchen and watched as he matter-of-factly asked Sharon to change him. He was a little jealous that he had a hard time being so straight-forward with her. Ryan only told her he needed to be changed when he’d pooped and she didn’t realize it, because he just couldn’t stay in a messy diaper any longer than necessary, but he never told her when he was wet enough to be uncomfortable.
Sharon cupped Ryan’s crotch with her hand as she walked by him to change Blake. “You’re a little wet, but you’ll be okay for a while.” She’d probably stop checking his diaper all the time if she could trust him to tell her when he was wet enough to need a change, but he just couldn’t make himself do it, as much as he’d like for her to stop squeezing his crotch all the time.
One afternoon the following week, Sharon was working in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Ryan had been napping for a couple of hours already, so she wasn’t surprised when he groggily sat up and rubbed his eyes as she walked through the living room to the entryway to the front door. She also wasn’t all that surprised to find his social worker on the front step. She’d expected a surprise visit since the diaper law had passed. “Hi, Debra, please come in,” she greeted.
“Hi, Sharon.” Debra smiled when she saw Ryan peer drowsily at them from the couch. He was only wearing a long sweatshirt and his diaper, and she could see the padding peeking out from the edge of his blanket. “Ryan’s in diapers, I see, that’s good.”
Sharon remembered that Ryan had fallen asleep before she had a chance to change him, so she instinctively walked over to him and softly pressed her hand between his legs. There was no inappropriate intent behind it, she was just checking him like she would a baby or a toddler in a diaper, but she quickly pulled her hand back. She wasn’t sure that was the best move in front of his social worker.
“It’s okay, Sharon,” Debra assured her. “I know you’re just seeing if he needs a change.”
“He slipped in here and fell asleep before I had a chance to change him, and he never tells me when he’s wet,” Sharon explained, “so I try to make sure he doesn’t have to sit in a soaked diaper for too long.” She felt his diaper again, as she hadn’t gotten a good feel for how wet he was the first time. He needed to be changed soon, but Debra’s visit probably wouldn’t last long. Debra looked around for a few minutes, not surprised to find all of the appropriate materials for a diapered teenager finishing high school at home. She accepted a mug of tea when Sharon offered and sat in a bar stool at the kitchen counter.
“You weren’t on my priority list of people to check for compliance with the new law, but I wanted to talk to you in person,” Debra said. “I know you got licensed for foster care specifically because you knew Ryan, but this new law has foster parents dropping out of the system, and it’s also causing me to have to remove kids from homes. I have a thirteen-year-old girl and her three-year-old brother whose foster parents refuse to follow the law, so I need a new placement for them. I really don’t want to separate them, and I’d take them home myself if I had room for them. I’m at a loss. I have a family I could send them to, but I’m not crazy about it. They had a bad experience with the foster home they’ve been in, and I just think you could provide a more loving environment for them than any of my other options. I’ve been suspicious of their current placement for months, but I was never able to find anything that warranted pulling them out of the home.”
“I’ve actually been thinking about fostering more children once Ryan’s in college,” Sharon answered. “Let me talk to Ryan about it. Can I get back to you tomorrow?”
Debra nodded. “Sure. Thanks, Sharon. I just need to have a little chat with Ryan, and then I’ll be finished here. I won’t bring this up to him, but you know I have to go through the motions.”
“I know. I’ll be on the back porch. Take your time.”
Once Debra was gone, Sharon went inside to change Ryan’s diaper. Happily dry and comfortable now, he got a snack and a glass of juice in the kitchen. He’d heard Sharon say something like “I’ll talk to Ryan about it” when Debra was there, but he hadn’t been paying attention to them before that, so he didn’t know what they’d been talking about. Debra hadn’t seemed any different than normal when she talked to him, so he wasn’t that nervous that something was wrong, but he still felt a little apprehensive. He looked at Sharon expectantly, wanting to get whatever conversation they needed to have over with.
Sharon explained the situation to him and gauged his expression for a reaction. Ryan was relieved that there wasn’t a problem, but he was confused about why Sharon thought she had to check with him. “Why are you asking me?”
“Because this affects you, too. I’m not going to make such a big decision without discussing it with you first.”
Ryan shrugged. “Whatever you want to do is fine. You’ll have to change their diapers and stuff, not me.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind? It’s okay if you’re not sure about it. We can talk about it and make the decision together.” As much as Sharon loved Ryan, she was excited about the prospect of having younger children under her roof again. Especially a three-year-old that was required to be in diapers, where she’d get the cuteness and cuddles of a toddler without the constant worry and inconvenience of potty accidents. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it.
Ryan nodded. He wasn’t all that thrilled about having two other kids around, but he’d still have the freedom to go out with his friends or seek the privacy of his bedroom when he wanted to. Sharon had done so much for him and seemed excited about it, and he had no desire to be the reason that two innocent kids were shuffled from one unloving home to another.
“Okay,” Sharon said. “I’m going to sleep on it and call Debra first thing tomorrow.” |
I made a last-minute decision to make Luke a little younger and forgot to edit the chapter until I wasn’t able to anymore, so I’m sorry for the confusion. Luke is three months away from turning three now.
The next morning, after thinking about it and considering the pros and cons for much of the day before, Sharon still hadn’t changed her mind. She called Debra with her decision, got Ryan situated with breakfast and a dry diaper, and left to do some shopping. She’d take both kids shopping later so they could pick out their own things, but she had no idea what they had now, so she stocked up on some essentials. She came home soon before lunchtime with some jeans, a few tops, pajamas, loungewear, and some toiletries for Haley, a few things for Luke, and plenty of diapers for both of them. She already had a good bit of toys and clothes for William, so she could use some of his things until she had a feel for what Luke liked and could shop more for him later. They’d probably be close enough to the same size.
When Ryan heard the buzzing of the outer garage door opening, he met Sharon at her car to help her carry the bags inside. He knew her well enough to know that she had bought a shit ton of stuff and wouldn’t be able to bring everything inside in one trip. “When are you picking them up?” He asked once they’d brought the bags inside.
“At noon. Would you mind coming with me? I want to take them to lunch afterward, and they might feel more comfortable with another kid there.”
“Sure. I’m starving.”
Sharon rolled her eyes. “After breakfast and a snack I’m sure you’ve already had?” Teenaged boys could go through food like nothing she’d ever seen before.
”Exactly. It’s time to eat again.”
Thirteen-year-old Haley sat nervously in Debra’s office with Luke in her lap. Debra had assured them that Sharon was great and would treat them very well, but she was still nervous. She was old enough to remember her own parents, but Luke had been too young when they were killed in a car accident to remember how loving they were. All he knew about parents was that they yelled a lot and beat him when he had accidents in his pants, which was still a common occurrence for the barely potty-trained two year old. Luke was young enough to believe Debra that Sharon was going to be great, and he was ecstatic about having a mommy that loved him. Haley still wasn’t so sure, and it just seemed too good to be true. She at least had her old foster parents figured out and was able to shield herself and Luke from too much trouble, but having to learn the rules and annoyances of new foster parents sounded exhausting.
Haley looked curiously out the window when she heard a car door slam, and she felt a little optimistic when she saw whom she hoped was Sharon. She looked younger than she’d expected, as Debra had told her that she had three grown children of her own, and as she came inside, Haley noticed that she was stunning with her dark hair and deep blue eyes. She looked like a genuinely kind person, not the fake kind of nice like her other foster parents had been when Debra was around. Haley had never ratted them out to Debra during her visits, though, because she was afraid of getting placed with an even worse family.
Luke struggled to get down from Haley’s lap and ran over to Sharon, holding his arms up for her to pick him up. Sharon was a little surprised that he wasn’t more shy, but she leaned down and scooped him up. “Well, hey, sweetheart!”
“Can I call you Mommy?” Luke automatically asked.
“Of course you can! If you’re more comfortable with ‘Sharon,’ that’s okay, too, but you can call me whatever you want.” Sharon settled Luke on her hip and gave Haley a warm smile. “And you must be Haley.”
The girl nodded shyly. As nice as Sharon already seemed to be, this was just awkward. Especially since she was a teenager wearing a diaper. Sharon and Debra chatted for a few minutes before Debra gave her their file and followed Sharon out to her car to make sure she had a suitable car seat. She was using the one she kept in her car for William until she had time to get a separate one for Luke. He was turning three in January and wasn’t much younger than William, so she figured he would be close enough to William’s size to be able to use his car seat until she could get another one. With Debra’s seal of approval, they told her goodbye and left.
The October day was sunny and mild, so Sharon drove to one of her favorite restaurants with outdoor seating. Luke reached for her when she opened the back door and unbuckled the car seat, so she picked him up and carried him inside. The slight crinkle of the padding under his pants reminded her that she had two extra diapers to keep an eye on, so she gently squeezed the front of his pants and found him to be dry. “Tell me when you go potty so I can keep track of when you need to be changed, okay?” Luke nodded and lay on her shoulder. He was finally getting the hang of not going potty in his pants, and now he was back in diapers. He had always gotten screamed at and hurt when he didn’t make it to the potty, so now he felt like he was going to get in trouble for going in his diaper. Debra had tried to explain to him that it was okay and that’s what he was supposed to do now, but his toddler mind was having trouble processing that, and he’d only used his diapers when he couldn’t hold it anymore and his pee-pee came out by itself.
“What about you, Haley? Are you dry?”
Haley nodded. “Debra changed me right before you picked us up.” Luke had been changed a couple of hours before that, after he screamed and held himself for what seemed like an eternity as his little bladder approached the point of overflowing. It always broke her heart when he got caught short and wet his pants, or soiled himself, when he couldn’t hold it anymore, so she was glad that diapers brought an end to that. He didn’t like having accidents, but his potty needs didn’t usually register until he only had a few minutes to get to a potty before he had an accident. And sometimes the need just sneaked up on him too quickly to even try to get to the potty before he went in his pants.
The cheap diapers child services had in stock weren’t equipped to deal with a rapidly-flowing, full-bladder accident, and Luke’s diaper had leaked and soaked his pants when he finally let go that morning. Debra had cleaned him up and changed him, and she’d just tossed his wet pants in the trash. They were too small for him, anyway. Haley knew Luke was probably going to have to pee again before long, and she hoped he could wait until they got home. Soaking his pants in a public place or in the car wouldn’t exactly be their best start with Sharon. She had quickly learned that it was better to let out a little bit of pee at a time to avoid leaking and had tried to explain that to Luke, but he was too-freshly potty-trained to purposefully wet his diaper.
Luke stayed in Sharon’s lap when they were led to a table outside. He seemed like he was going to be clingy, but Sharon wasn’t complaining. She was just happy he wasn’t afraid of her. Debra had told her about their background, and with Haley having loving parents for most of her life and Luke not even remembering his biological parents, she thought Haley would adjust more easily and that Luke might shy away from her, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He lay against her, occasionally sipping his juice, as they chatted and waited for their food to come.
When they were finished eating and waiting for the check, Luke got down and climbed into Haley’s lap. He hadn’t given much thought to his bladder, but it had filled to the point that it was impossible to ignore. The tingle that alerted him that it was time to find a potty soon was sharp and starting to hurt, and he knew from past experience that he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. His new mommy seemed nice, but now that he was getting close to pottying in his pants, he was afraid. “Hey, buddy, do you need to tinkle?” Haley whispered. She remembered her mom saying that when she was Luke’s age, so she’d used the same term with him sometimes. Their old foster parents had never really taught Luke how to use the potty, they’d just taken him out of diapers soon after he turned two and beaten him when he had accidents, so she’d done her best to work with him, despite having no idea what she was doing.
Luke whimpered and shifted in Haley’s lap, trying to find a position to ease the pressure. He pressed his hands between his legs when he felt a spurt slip out. “It’s trying to come out,” he whispered in a panic.
“I told you that you wouldn’t get wet if you’d just go potty a little bit at a time. Let a few tinkles out, then hold it, and then let a little more out a few times while you can still hold it.” Haley paused and let a little pee out herself. “See, I just pottied a little bit, and my pants are still dry!”
Luke shook his head, not convinced that it was okay.
Sharon took care of the bill and looked over at Haley and Luke. “What’s the matter?”
Haley had been hoping this wouldn’t be an issue until they got home, but Luke clearly couldn’t wait that long. Sharon seemed to recognize the situation before she had a chance to explain. “Oh, Luke, do you have to go potty?” Luke nodded miserably. “That’s okay, honey, you’re supposed to wet your diaper. Go ahead and pee-pee, and I’ll change you when we get home.” It was going to be prime naptime for all three of them by then, so dry diapers would be needed all around.
“Our diapers aren’t that thick,” Haley explained. “I’ve just been wetting mine a little at a time so it won’t leak, but Luke always got in trouble when he wet his pants, so he’s still afraid to use his diaper. He’ll finally wet it when he can’t hold it anymore, but it’ll leak and get his pants wet.”
Sharon gave him a sympathetic look. He didn’t look like he’d make it home, but she could try to get him back in time. She didn’t have any of the diapers she’d bought for them with her. “All right, let’s go. Honey, you won’t get in trouble for going potty, I promise. It’s okay to wet your diaper.” She held her hands out for him, but he turned back into Haley’s shoulder.
Haley put Luke down as they walked to the car, afraid he was going to pee on her. He hobbled beside her, holding her hand with one hand and gripping his crotch with the other. Sharon quickly buckled him in the car seat and made sure Ryan and Haley were buckled before she drove off. Luke’s whimpers were turning into sobs, and Sharon looked at him through the rear view mirror. He was wiggling in his car seat, both hands buried between his legs, and she knew from her own children, and more recently from William, that he had two minutes at the most before the floodgates opened. “Luke, buddy, please don’t try to hold it. I don’t like to see you hurting and so sad. I want you to go potty now. I promise, I won’t be angry.”
Luke was concentrating too hard on not wetting his pants to process what she was saying. He rocked back and forth in his car seat when he felt a longer trickle escape, desperately trying to hold the rest in. “I hafta pee-pee,” he wailed, bouncing in his seat and kicking his legs. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and Sharon just wanted to gather him in her arms and hug him and tell him everything was okay. Her heart ached for him as he started to lose control. “I gonna pee-pee in my pants!” Luke sobbed when he felt a slow stream force its way past his clenched bladder muscles that he couldn’t hold back and pick up speed. His bottom was too tired to hold in his tinkles, but he squeezed his legs together, determined to try. “It’s coming out, I can’t hold it!” The pee-pee gushing out of him couldn’t be stopped by his clenched muscles, and squeezing his legs together and grabbing himself wasn’t helping anymore. He spread his legs as he forcefully wet his diaper and looked down at his crotch in dismay as his little bladder betrayed him again. His diaper grew warm and expanded under his hands, where he was still holding himself, and his cries grew louder as a wet spot formed on his crotch and moved down his legs.
Sharon reached back and patted his leg. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll give you a bath and change you when we get home. You’re not in trouble, I promise.”
“I’m so sorry,” Haley spoke up. “I really did try to get him to just wet it a little at a time, but he doesn’t understand that he won’t get in trouble for going in his pants now.”
“Don’t worry about it, honey, that’s actually my grandson William’s car seat. He’s a few months older than Luke. That’s not the first time it’s been pottied in. I understand why he’s having trouble with it. Poor little thing was concentrating on not wetting his pants too much to be able to reason with him.”
When they got home, Sharon opened the back door and started to unbuckle Luke. He cowered away from her, leaning back against his car seat as much as he could. Sharon placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Honey, I promise I’m not mad. Want to get cleaned up and in some dry clothes?”
Luke nodded uncertainly. His wet pants were cold and clammy against his crotch, legs, and bottom, and the waterproof covering of the car seat had left him sitting in a little pool of toddler pee. It was time for his nap, too, and he yawned and rubbed his eyes. Sharon slowly gathered him in her arms and patted his back. “I’ll give you a bath really quick, and then I’ll put you in a diaper that won’t get you all wet when you go potty, okay? I’ve got some warm pjs for you, and I’ll rock you once you’re all clean.”
“Let me carry him, Sharon, he’s going to get you wet,” Haley offered.
“Oh, I don’t mind. A little pee-pee never hurt anybody.” Sharon shifted Luke to her hip and carried him inside. He slipped his thumb into his mouth and lay on her shoulder. She would have to try to break him of that soon, but she figured he’d had enough trauma for one day. She carried him to her bathroom and started a bath, then spread a towel on the floor for him to stand on while she got him out of his wet clothes. She undressed him as gently as she could, but his clothes were tight and made them difficult to get off, especially with a swollen diaper. Once his clothes and wet diaper were off, she wiped down his crotch, thighs, and bottom with a couple of wet wipes and lifted him into the bath. The sound of running water and the warm bath made Luke even more drowsy, and he sat still, trying to hold his eyes open as Sharon tenderly ran a soapy washcloth over him. Seeing that he was ready to fall asleep, she quickly finished up, dried him off, and wrapped a clean towel around him.
“All right, sweetie, let’s get a clean diaper and some pjs, and then I think it’s nap time.” Sharon carried him to her room and got a clean diaper and a pair of William’s footie pajamas. They were a little big on him, but they would work for now. She still needed to wash the new clothes she’d bought for Haley and Luke. She leaned down and kissed his forehead as she taped up his diaper and zipped him into the pajamas. “All set.” She left him lying on her bed long enough to change her own clothes, then picked him up. Luke rested his head on her shoulder, already starting to nod off as she walked to the living room. Ryan was already asleep on the couch, and Haley was on the other end of the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV. She looked drowsy, and Sharon figured she’d be dropping off for a nap before long, too.
Sharon covered Luke with a blanket and patted his back as she rocked him. He wrapped his little arms around her neck and snuggled into her shoulder, then subconsciously let his thumb slip into his mouth as he fell asleep. She laid him down on the couch near Ryan’s feet, adjusted the blanket over him, then straightened Ryan’s blanket over him and checked his diaper. He was a little wet, but he’d be okay for a while. She’d changed him before they left to get Haley and Luke, but she liked to let him empty his bladder and have a dry diaper before he went down for a nap.
“How’s your diaper, Haley?” Sharon asked. “Are you wet?”
Haley nodded shyly. “A little bit, but it’s okay for now.”
“I’ll go ahead and put you in a thicker diaper. Do you need to pee-pee at all?”
Haley shook her head. “I’ve been going just a little bit at a time because of these flimsy diapers, so I just went.”
Sharon got one of Haley’s diapers and a pack of wipes. “Here, lie down on the changing pad, and I’ll change you really quick. I’ve been changing Ryan as soon as he has a dirty diaper, and I usually wait until he wets it twice before I change him, so tell me when you need to be changed. If you feel uncomfortable after just one wetting, I don’t mind changing you more often.”
Haley nodded, and she tensed as Sharon pulled her jeans down and untaped her diaper, but Sharon’s soft motions as she tenderly wiped her down and taped a new diaper on her made her feel loved and cared for. She was fast and matter-of-fact about it, so Haley felt a little less embarrassed.
Sharon looked through Haley’s bag and pulled out a pair of leggings. “Do you want to put these on so you’ll be more comfortable?” Hailey nodded, so Sharon helped her into them. “Ryan’s been taking naps every afternoon since he started wearing diapers. They seem to have caused some other kids to get sleepy in the afternoons, too. Why don’t you try to take a nap? You look tired.”
“I was wondering why I was so sleepy.” Haley lay down on the couch and sighed in contentment as Sharon tucked a blanket around her shoulders and ran her hand over her hair.
Sharon sorted through the clothes she’d bought and started a load of laundry, then cleaned up from Luke’s bath and just tossed his too-small wet clothes in the garbage. She had taken the day off of work and was looking forward to having some time to herself, so she got her book and lounged back in the recliner in the living room. She looked over at Haley a few minutes later and realized she still wasn’t asleep. “Haley? Is something wrong?”
Haley shook her head. “I’m tired, but I can’t fall asleep.”
“Want to come sit with me for a minute? Ryan sometimes needs a little help falling asleep, and rubbing his back or something usually helps.” Sharon opened her arms and shifted in the chair as Haley nervously walked toward her, blanket in hand. She climbed in the chair and relaxed as Sharon draped the blanket over her and held her close to her. “You’re safe with me, honey,” Sharon murmured as she carded her fingers through the girl’s hair. “You’ll be okay.”
Haley got comfortable against Sharon, visibly more relaxed, and closed her eyes. Sharon’s soft humming and the loving way she rubbed her back and played with her hair lulled her to sleep. Sharon sat with her and read once she was asleep. A little while later, she closed her book, eased herself out from under Haley, stretched her out in the chair, and adjusted the blanket over her. Haley didn’t stir. Sharon and Ryan had cleared her office out the night before and put a twin bed that had belonged to her son when he was younger and some of his other old furniture in there for Luke. Her office was right across the hall from her bedroom and had functioned as a bedroom when her children were too small for her to feel comfortable with them sleeping upstairs. She’d changed it into an office when Anne-Marie was in kindergarten.
Sharon wiped the furniture down, put clean sheets and a comforter on the bed, and vacuumed, then went upstairs to make sure Haley’s room and bathroom were in order. She’d cleaned both the night before, so she just ran an eye over both rooms and went back downstairs to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer. She’d let Haley do what she wanted with the things she’d bought that morning.
Ryan woke up a little while later, but he didn’t get up just yet. He was alarmed at first when he realized the padding between his legs was wet and was afraid he’d peed in his diaper while he was sleeping, but then he remembered that he’d been wet before his nap and had fallen asleep before Sharon had a chance to change him. He’d been peeing the minute he felt the smallest urge so much that he rarely made much of a conscious effort to do it except when Sharon was about to change him. He didn’t know when he’d last peed a little bit, but he did it so frequently that it couldn’t have been too long before he fell asleep. He knew he’d been too sleepy to try when they got home, though, and the failure to wet right before his nap had caused him to wake up with a slightly aching need for release, courtesy of his small bladder. Especially since he hadn’t woken up at least once during his nap and peed a little bit before going back to sleep like he sometimes did. He immediately relaxed and wet himself. The tepid, moist padding turned warm and wet from the fresh pee, and he continued lying down and enjoyed the feeling of his wet diaper. He’d been too tired to find a pair of sweatpants when they got home, so he’d just taken his jeans off from under his blanket and gone to sleep in his sweatshirt and diaper. Haley was asleep in the chair, so he pulled his jeans back on and went to the kitchen for something to drink. Sharon was standing at the counter and putting dinner together, and she stopped him as he walked behind her to check his diaper. “Oh, honey, you’re drenched. Let’s go change. I’m sorry I couldn’t change you before you fell asleep.”
“It’s okay. I know Luke was miserable.” Ryan followed Sharon to her room, his soaked diaper forcing him to waddle a bit. Once he was changed, he got a snack and some coke and sat at the table to finish up the schoolwork he hadn’t gotten to that morning.
When Haley woke up after sleeping for a couple of hours, she was disoriented and forgot where she was. Luke was asleep on the couch, and she remembered that she had a new foster mother now and was at a different house. Her stomach was starting to rumble, and she knew she was about to have to deal with what she’d dreaded the most since being in diapers. Having her wet diapers changed was humiliating enough, but pooping herself and being cleaned up by someone else sounded awful. Her stomach was hurting, and she knew she couldn’t avoid it forever, so she leaned against the back of the chair and pushed down to let her poop come out. The front of her diaper warmed as her bladder voided what little had built up during her nap as well. It didn’t feel as gross as she’d thought it would, but she still wanted to be changed. She could hear Sharon and Ryan talking in the kitchen, so she followed their voices and shyly approached Sharon.
“Hey, sweetie, did you sleep good?” Haley nodded. She was thirsty, but she didn’t want to ask for something or to start digging through cabinets or anything. Sharon seemed to read her mind and got a glass from one of the cabinets. “Ryan always wakes up thirsty from a nap. You can have whatever you want from the refrigerator if you’re thirsty. Anytime you want something to eat or drink, just help yourself to whatever you can find. I’ll take you and Luke with me next time I buy groceries so you guys can tell me what you like.”
“Okay, thanks. Um...”
Sharon got a whiff of a messy diaper and knew what the problem was. She put her hand on Haley’s shoulder and led her to her bedroom. “I’lll change you really quick first.”
“I’m sorry, Sharon, this is so gross,” Haley apologized as Sharon untaped her diaper and gently cleaned her up.
“It’s okay, honey. Ryan still gets embarrassed, too, but it’s just a fact of life now. I promise I don’t mind.” While Sharon had Haley alone, she took the chance to ask her about Luke. “How is Luke’s potty-training? If he’s anything like my sons were at his age, he was probably still wetting the bed and having accidents during the day sometimes. I’m taking you guys to the doctor to get you checked out as soon as I can make an appointment for you, and even though he’s in diapers, his pediatrician will probably need to know so she can track his development.”
“He’s mostly dry during the day, but he didn’t like to poop in the potty. He’d get in trouble if he went in his pants though, so he was getting better about doing that in the toilet. He was still wetting his pants sometimes during the day, but not much. He wet the bed almost every night, though. They didn’t really potty-train him, they just put him in underwear a few months ago and yelled at him and hit him when he had accidents.”
Tears filled Sharon’s eyes as she pulled up Haley’s leggings. “That’s terrible! I’m so sorry.” She taped up Haley’s dirty diaper and stood up. “What about naps? Do you know if he still went potty sometimes while he was napping?”
Haley nodded. “Every now and then. Sometimes when I wasn’t around to remind him to go potty first, but sometimes he’d still wake up wet even if he went right before. He should’ve been in pull-ups at night, and maybe even for naps, but our foster parents wouldn’t buy them.”
Sharon wrapped her arm around Haley’s shoulders as they walked back to the kitchen. “I’ll never hurt you guys, and I’ll take care of you and make sure you have what you need, okay?”
Haley nodded, unable to help herself as she dropped her head against Sharon as they walked. “Thank you.”
Luke woke up not long after Haley, and he immediately felt wetness between his legs. He was too drowsy to remember that he was wearing a diaper or that he didn’t have mean foster parents anymore, and he sobbed and screamed for Haley. He hoped she could cover up his accident before one of their foster parents found out he wet the bed and hit him. Sometimes she could, and sometimes she couldn’t. Haley was looking through the bags of stuff Sharon had bought for her, but she stopped and started to go get Luke. “I’ll get him,” Sharon assured her. She walked into the living room, sat beside Luke, and held him against her chest as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter? Did you have a bad dream?” She gently rocked and patted his back to calm him down.
Luke remembered Sharon now, but the pieces still hadn’t come together in his sleepy mind. He knew he felt safe with her, though, so he buried his head into her shoulder as his sobs slowly started to taper off. “I tinkled in my pants,” he mumbled, remembering that she hadn’t gotten angry when he wet his pants before.
Sharon smiled. Her grandmother had said ‘tinkle,’ and she hadn’t known many other people who had used that word as a term for pee. She gently squeezed his padded crotch through his pajamas. “Oh, you are a little wet. That’s okay, you’re supposed to tinkle in your diaper now, and see how your pjs are still dry? Do you want me to change you? I will if it feels yucky, or I’ll wait until you potty again if it feels okay.”
Luke shook his head. “No change, Mommy.”
“All right. Try to remember to tell me when you go pee-pee again, okay? If you wet your diaper too many times before I change you, it’ll leak.” Luke shrugged, his thumb sneaking into his mouth as he lay against Sharon. She held him close to her and rubbed his back until he became a little more alert. “Do you want some juice?”
Luke nodded. “I thirsty.”
“I thought you might be.” Sharon stood up and shifted Luke to her hip. After getting a sippy cup of juice for him, she brought some of William’s toys in and settled him on the kitchen floor so she could watch him as she finished dinner.
Later that evening, Luke’s eyes started drooping before 7:00. Sharon hadn’t planned to try to put him to bed until 8:00, but it had been a big day, so she figured he was tired. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he climbed in Sharon’s lap, his hand gripping his crotch as he lay against her. He hadn’t wet his diaper again since Sharon changed him after his nap over three hours ago, and she knew he had to be close to bursting. “I know a little boy who needs to make tinkles and go night-night,” Sharon murmured, kissing the side of his head. “Try to go potty, and then I’ll put a dry diaper and some clean pjs on you.”
“Don’t wanna potty,” Luke whined, crossing his legs and tightening his grip on his crotch. The already-wet padding pressed against him weakened his resolve to to hold his pee-pee in, but not enough to let it out. He was already wet, but he still didn’t want to let his bladder go. Going pee-pee on purpose when he wasn’t in front of the potty still felt wrong, no matter what Sharon or Haley told him.
“You can stay in my lap, and you know you have to use your diaper. It’s okay. You can get sick if you try to hold your pee-pee too long, and I know it hurts to hold it when you have to go potty so bad. Haley and Ryan have already gone potty in their diapers tonight, and you’ve seen me leave to change Ryan. It’s okay.”
Luke shook his head and whimpered when a wave of desperation surged through him. He squeezed his legs together more tightly and wiggled in Sharon’s lap, trying not to go potty. Without the instinctive panic at knowing he couldn’t hold his tinkles much longer, he probably could’ve understood that he couldn’t wait forever and that he wouldn’t get in trouble, but his one-tracked toddler mind was too focused on not losing control of his bladder to think logically. Sharon gently pulled his hands away from his crotch and pried his legs apart, humming softly and rubbing his back as she rocked him. She was trying to relax him enough to wet his diaper on his own.
“It’s gonna come out!” Luke sobbed, struggling against Sharon as he tried to hold himself, but she held both of his hands with one of hers and arranged him against her so that he couldn’t move them back to his crotch. He could feel his bladder slipping without the help of his hands and crossed legs.
“It’s going to come out anyway, honey, and you’ll feel better if you let it out yourself instead of waiting until you can’t hold it anymore. I know that hurts. Please just go potty. You know you won’t get in trouble. I want you to go pee-pee.”
Luke’s cries grew louder as small spurts started to come out and his desperation peaked, and he shuddered when he lost it completely and felt his pee-pee rushing out and warming his diaper. The flood was no match for his toddler bladder muscles, and his sobs dwindled to pitiful cries as he went potty in his diaper. It still felt weird for his pants not to be getting soaked like they had for the last few months the times he lost this battle before he got to the potty and wet himself. “I pee-peed,” he mumbled against Sharon’s shoulder, as if she hadn’t heard the flowing sound from his diaper when he started wetting or felt her lap getting warm.
“I know, buddy, it’s okay. Good job. Mommy wants you to go potty in your diaper. Try to go a little more to make sure all of your tinkles are gone, and then I’ll change you.” Once Luke was in a dry diaper and fresh pajamas, Sharon let him have a couple of sips of water before reading a couple of William’s books to him and putting him to bed. “Do you want me to rock you to sleep or lie down with you?”
“Rock.”
“Okay. Remember that my room is right across the hall from yours. If you wake up and have a yucky diaper, or you just need me, you can come wake me up. Or just cry out, and I’ll come get you.” Luke nodded and lay sleepily on Sharon’s shoulder. He was a little old to be rocked to sleep, but she wanted to coddle him a little bit as he adjusted to his new surroundings. “Night-night, darling. Mommy loves you.” She covered him with a blanket and patted his diapered bottom as she rocked. Once he was deeply asleep, she tucked him into bed and made sure his night-light was on.
Sharon was ready for bed herself a couple of hours later, so she went upstairs to check on Haley. She’d been in her room, unpacking and arranging her own things and the things Sharon had bought for her. Sharon knocked lightly on Haley’s open door. “I’m going to bed soon, so why don’t you try to potty really quick so I can change you?”
Haley looked confused at the infantile language in Luke’s absence, but she nodded in agreement. Sharon tactfully looked away so Haley wouldn’t feel like she was staring at her. “Um, I’m ready now,” she spoke up a few moments later.
Sharon got a clean diaper and a pack of wet wipes from a basket she’d placed under Haley’s bed that morning. “You can come wake me up if you need to be changed during the night,” she said as she gently wiped the girl down. “Or if you ever wake up and don’t feel well or otherwise need something. Ryan’s still shy about waking me up if something’s wrong during the night, and I would hate for you to be in a soiled diaper or feel sick and not wake me up.”
“Thanks, I’ll try to remember that. I’m sure my diaper will be okay. I don’t usually have to go during the night.”
“All right.” Sharon pulled Haley’s pajama pants back up and kissed her cheek. “Help yourself to whatever you want downstairs if you need anything before you go to bed. Goodnight, honey. Sleep well. I love you.” Haley was taken aback and didn’t know what to say. It had been a long time since she’d heard that from someone besides Luke. “I don’t expect you to say the same,” Sharon assured her. “It’s just important to me that you know you are loved.”
Haley nodded. “Thank you. I—it’s been a while since I’ve heard that,” she admitted.
Sharon squeezed her shoulder and tried to keep tears from welling in her eyes. She changed the subject. “You’re excused from school tomorrow and Friday, so you can sleep in a little bit in the morning. Ryan’s finishing school online, and you can do that if you want to, or you can go back to school. It’s up to you, but try to let me know by Friday so I can get the materials for you to start school again on Monday. I work from home now, so I’ll be here to change you.”
Haley nodded. “I will. Goodnight, Sharon.”
Later that night, Sharon was startled to wake up to sobs coming from across the hall. She looked at the clock on her nightstand and saw that it was just after 2 A.M. If William were there, he would’ve been sleeping with her...Oh, right, she had two new kids under her roof now. Sharon yawned and shuffled across the hall, trying to pry her eyes open as she navigated into Luke’s room. She sat on his bed and pulled him into her arms, rubbing his back and trying to soothe him. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” She rested her chin on top of his head and gently rocked back and forth.
Luke finally calmed down long enough to answer her. “I went potty in my pants, and I was gonna get in trouble, and, and—I tried to hold it, but we were in the car, and—“
“Oh, baby, it was just a bad dream.” Sharon held him a little more tightly and kissed the top of his head. She had a feeling the dream was based upon true events. “Mommy’s here. You’re safe with me. I’ll never hurt you, I promise.”
Luke hiccuped as his cries died down to sniffles. “They wouldn’t stop and let me potty. It hurt really bad, and I tried to keep it in, but then it wouldn’t stay in just came out. I pee-peed in my pants and got all wet.”
“It’s okay, honey.” Sharon softly squeezed the crotch of his footie pajamas and realized he was wet, which had probably been triggered by the dream. “You are a little wet, so I’ll go ahead and change you. You might make tinkles again before morning, and I don’t want a yucky diaper to wake you up too early. Do you still have to pee-pee a little bit?” Luke shook his head, so she laid him down on her bed, got a diaper and wipes from a basket under her bed, and quickly changed him. She had baskets of changing supplies stashed in almost every room of the house. Luke started reaching for her to pick him up before she could get his pajamas zipped back up. “Let me throw your diaper away and wash my hands, and I’ll be right back.” Once that was taken care of, she gathered Luke in her arms and kissed his cheek as he lay on her shoulder. “I’ll rock you back to sleep, and then you can sleep with Mommy for the rest of the night, okay?” Luke nodded and nestled into the crease of her neck. Sharon patted his back and rocked until his eyes closed and he felt heavy against her shoulder. |
When Sharon woke up the next morning, she smiled when she felt Luke spooned against her side. She straightened the covers over him and went to the kitchen in search of coffee. She’d taken Thursday and Friday off of work to help Haley and Luke get settled, so she decided to cook breakfast since she had extra time this morning. Ryan would be downstairs soon, and Luke would probably wake up soon after that, if not before. She had no idea how long to expect Haley to sleep, but she’d keep breakfast warm until she woke up.
Ryan stumbled in at the last allowable minute before Sharon went to drag him out of bed, just like he always did. “Morning,” he mumbled as he headed straight for the coffee pot. He barely flinched when he felt Sharon’s hand between his legs, checking his diaper. He was getting more accustomed to it every day.
“You’re not too wet, but do you want me to change you before you start with school?” Sharon asked.
Ryan shook his head. He’d just peed right before he came downstairs, and he was still enjoying the wet warmth of his morning leak. Sharon was scooping bacon from the skillet to a paper towel, and she rolled her eyes when he grabbed two pieces and inhaled them. She heard Luke calling for Haley then, so she hurried to her room and sat on her bed. “Morning, sweetheart. Your sister’s still asleep, but breakfast is almost ready, and we can read or watch cartoons for a little bit after you eat.” Luke nodded and slowly crawled into her lap. “Are you wet?” Sharon asked as she checked his diaper. She was pretty sure he was still dry, but she wanted to make sure he stayed aware of whether he was wet or dry. She also wanted to emphasize the fact that she expected him to wet his diaper and that it was okay. Luke thought for a moment and shook his head. “Do you feel like you need to tinkle?” He shook his head again, but the suggestion made him realize that he was going to have to go soon, and he absently gave his crotch a squeeze. “Are you sure?” Sharon asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Don’t hafta go bad,” Luke mumbled.
“Okay, but remember that you’re supposed to go potty in your diaper now. You won’t get in trouble, and you know you’ll have to use your diaper no matter how long you hold it.” Sharon did like that he wasn’t going potty right when he started to feel uncomfortable, as she wanted his bladder to continue to strengthen as he grew, but she didn’t want him to hold it to the point that it hurt, either. “Hold your pee-pee in as long as you would have when you were wearing undies. When you normally would’ve gone to the potty, just go in your diaper. You don’t need to pee-pee right when you feel it, but don’t hold it so long that it hurts, either, okay?” She picked him up and walked toward the kitchen.
Luke nodded, seeming to understand. He didn’t like being back in diapers, but he remembered waking up with a wet diaper the night before and how his new mommy had been so nice and changed him and let him sleep with her. One good thing about diapers was that he didn’t have to worry about waking up wet in the middle of the night because he didn’t wake up when he needed to pee-pee, which would’ve happened last night if he’d been wearing his big-boy pants. Nighttime accidents had been a lot more frequent than daytime accidents, but he also liked knowing that he didn’t have to stop what he was doing to go potty or have to worry about being out and not being able to find a bathroom in time before he had to poop or tinkle in his pants. It had been a few hours since Sharon had changed him the night before, and his little bladder was already moving from uncomfortable to pulsating painfully. He squirmed against Sharon’s hip and squeezed his legs against her. “I ‘bout to potty,” he mumbled shyly. He would’ve been able to hold it for a few more minutes if he had to, but Sharon had just said not to hold it anymore if it hurt.
Sharon had recognized the “gotta potty soon” movements, but she could tell that he still would’ve had a little time before the dam burst. She was relieved that he had understood her and hopefully was getting used to wetting his diaper. “Go ahead and pee-pee, honey. You know it’s okay.”
Luke purposefully started to let his pee out, but the willful motion when he wasn’t at the potty felt wrong. He instinctively tried to clench his bladder and stop, but he had to go badly enough that he wasn’t able to stop once he started going. He knew all about that. He’d sometimes tried to let out a little bit of tinkle when he was close to wetting his pants before and was either on his way to the potty or having to wait because his other foster parents wouldn’t take him when they were out, thinking that would make it easier to hold the rest, but it never worked. He always lost control and completely wet his pants when he tried that. He lay on Sharon’s shoulder as his tinkle warmed his diaper, and she patted his bottom when she could tell he was finished. “Tell me when you potty again, and I’ll change you.” She got him a sippy cup of juice and made a plate for him. She wasn’t sure what he would eat, so she gave him a little bit of everything. He seemed to like the fruit, so she gave him some more when he’d cleared the rest of his plate. Ryan was finishing his second plate, and Haley wandered in as he was putting his plate in the dishwasher.
Sharon got a glass and a plate out for Haley. “Morning, honey. You’re up early.”
Haley nodded. “I didn’t want Luke to keep you from being able to work, so I went ahead and got up.”
Sharon patted her shoulder. “I’m off today, so you didn’t have to worry about that. He would’ve been fine, anyway, and he’s not your responsibility anymore. I’m taking care of both of you now.”
“I know. I keep forgetting. I always had to watch him with our other foster parents.” Haley got some juice out of the refrigerator and fixed her plate. “This looks great, Sharon. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll take you guys to the grocery store with me next time I go so you can tell me what cereal or other breakfast food and snacks you like. I had some extra time this morning, so I decided to cook.” Sharon discreetly checked Haley’s diaper, surprised that she was still dry. Ryan was always wet when he came downstairs in the morning, and he often had already wet twice since the night before. She still wasn’t sure what his specific bladder limitations were, but comparing his wetting habits to Haley’s would probably help her get a better idea of how often he wet compared to other teenagers, even though Haley was younger.
“I don’t usually have to go for a while after I wake up,” Haley whispered. “I always made myself go before school, but on weekends I was usually up for a couple of hours before I needed to go. I always had to get up with Luke so I could watch him, so I didn’t get to sleep in much.” She sat at the table and ate as Ryan pulled out his school things and started working.
Later that morning, Haley was watching TV on the couch when Luke abandoned his toys and climbed in her lap. “My tummy hurts,” he whined.
Crap. “It does?” Haley asked nervously. She doubted that Sharon would get angry if they were sick, unlike their other foster parents, but she would hate for Luke to get sick and be more work for her so soon after she took them in. “Do you have to go potty?” Luke shook his head uncertainly. He would need to pee-pee soon, but that could wait a little bit. With poop being easier to hold than pee-pee unless his stomach was upset and he had the splattering kind of poop, he could sometimes hold it for two or three days at a time. He didn’t even like pooping in the potty, and he certainly didn’t want to do it in a diaper. His tummy had sent him poop signals a few times in the last couple of days, but his bottom had been able to hold it in until the urge went away, so he’d ignored it. He would’ve done the same thing with his pee-pee if he could, but it wasn’t as easy to hold in as poop.
“What’s wrong?” Ryan asked, walking through the living room.
“He said his stomach hurts,” Haley said, giving Luke a nervous look.
“I’ll get Sharon. I think she’s doing laundry.”
“Wait,” Haley pleaded.
It wasn’t so long ago that Ryan was sick with Sharon for the first time and afraid to tell her, so he knew why Haley was apprehensive. “It’s okay. She won’t mind. I accidentally threw up on her one time, and she freaking laughed. She’ll know what to do.”
Haley giggled. “How did that happen?”
“We were eating dinner one night—well, Sharon was eating dinner, and I was pretending to eat. I was coming down with a stomach virus, and I knew I was about to get sick. Sharon had asked me if I felt okay a couple of times, but I was too nervous to tell her I felt sick. I started gagging and ran for the bathroom, but Sharon knew what was happening, and she got up and tried to pull me toward the sink because it was closer. I couldn’t hold it back anymore and threw up on her. I was humiliated and terrified that she was going to be mad, but she just laughed and grabbed the trash can so I could finish.” Ryan paused, remembering how she’d patted his back and wiped his face with a cool cloth, still in her vomit-soiled clothes. “She took care of me and got me comfortable on the couch before she even thought about changing clothes. She wouldn’t even let me clean the floor.”
“So, she really doesn’t mind if you get sick?” Haley asked.
Ryan shook his head. “If anything, she kind of likes it. Not that she wants any of us to feel bad or anything, but she seems to enjoy taking care of me. She’ll like taking care of you guys, too. I’ll go find her.” Ryan walked around downstairs until he found Sharon in the laundry room. “Hey, Luke just told Haley that his stomach hurts.”
“Aw, poor little thing.” Sharon went into the living room as Ryan went back to the kitchen and gently lifted Luke into her arms. “Hey, buddy, what’s the matter? Ryan said you didn’t feel good.”
“My tummy,” Luke mumbled.
Sharon looked him over and felt his forehead. “You don’t look flushed, and I don’t feel any fever,” she murmured. When her own kids were this age and complained of a tummy ache, she’d always immediately ushered them to the bathroom, so she repeated Haley’s question. “Do you need to potty?” Luke shrugged and lay on her shoulder. “Did you have a dirty diaper yesterday before I picked you guys up?”
“He didn’t,” Haley spoke up. “I wasn’t home much the day before, so I don’t know if he pooped then, either.” She looked at Luke. “Remember the last day you wore your big-boy undies? Did you poop in the potty at all?” She knew he hadn’t gone in his pants, because she would’ve been given the dirty underwear to clean. Luke shook his head.
“He’s probably a little constipated,” Sharon said.
“He’s bad about holding his poop,” Haley agreed. “I’ve never thought about him getting constipated, and it’s probably happened before. I just liked it when I got to skip a day or two of wiping him afterward.”
“I’ll give him something that’ll help. I kept my grandson for a long weekend not long ago, and the same thing happened to him.” Sharon kissed the side of his head and handed him back to Haley. “Let me get him some juice, and then I’ll take him.” Sharon went to the kitchen and poured half of a sippy cup of juice before adding a few drops of prune juice and taking it to Luke. She sat in the recliner with him and offered him the cup. Luke eyed it suspiciously, but he was thirsty, so he drank it and gave his empty cup back to Sharon.
“Haley, have you had a chance to try on the clothes I got for you?” Sharon asked. “I bought your jeans a size up from what Debra told me to leave room for your diaper. You can give what you don’t like back to me.” Ryan was between sizes, and most of his jeans were a little too big, anyway, so that hadn’t been a problem for him.
Haley nodded. “They fit a lot better than my jeans would have. And I liked all of the clothes, especially those long tops to cover my diaper bulge. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll take you guys shopping after your naps this afternoon so you can pick out your own clothes and things for your room.” Sharon got her iPad from the coffee table and handed it to Haley. “You can look online to get an idea of what you want. If you get bored later, you can look for some books on Amazon if you want to. This has the Kindle app, and they’ll go straight to it.” She picked up the remote and showed Haley how to get to Netflix and Hulu. “You can watch whatever you want.”
“Thanks.” Haley found a movie on Netflix she knew Luke would like and opened the internet browser on Sharon’s iPad. Her juice from breakfast was catching up with her, and she let out a low sigh as she wet her diaper. The nice, thick diapers Sharon had for her were much better than the ones Debra had, and she found herself enjoying the feeling of the soft padding getting warm and wet against her. She shivered slightly at the pleasant sensation. Her freshly-warm diaper and soft pajama pants made her feel cozy and relaxed.
Luke’s tummy still hurt, so he lay against his mommy as she rocked him and watched the movie Haley had put on TV. The urge to pee-pee was stronger after several minutes, and he crossed his legs for a few moments before deciding to let it out. Sharon was about to encourage him to go potty when she heard a trickle from his diaper and felt his crotch grow warm in her lap. Luke was finally starting to understand that he wouldn’t get in trouble for going potty in his diaper and that trying to hold it didn’t do any good. He still didn’t like it, but it was getting easier for him to let his tinkles go.
“Good job, sweetheart,” Sharon murmured as she checked his diaper. “Let’s get you changed.” She got the changing mat out and gently wiped him down and put a new diaper on him. “All done,” she announced as she zipped his pajamas back up. “Haley, are you wet now?”
Haley nodded. “I just went, but I don’t need to be changed.”
Sharon squeezed the front of her diaper. It felt like she’d wet it more than Ryan had the first time he used his diaper, which was a full-bladder pee that he couldn’t hold anymore. His bladder capacity clearly wasn’t even that of a younger teenager. It didn’t really matter now, but she wondered if she’d need to take him to the doctor before he was out of diapers again. She hated the thought of him having a bladder problem, and she didn’t know if anything could be done about it, but she would try. Speaking of which, she better check his diaper. He’d probably had two or three cups of coffee on top of the juice he’d had with breakfast, and she hadn’t changed him yet that morning. He was probably soaked by now.
Sharon sat Luke in the chair and ruffled his hair. “I’ll be right back.” Ryan was at the table with his school things, and she walked over to him and pressed her hand to his padded crotch. True to her prediction, he was soggy. “Come to my room, honey, you need to be changed. You need to tell me when you’re this wet if I haven’t noticed yet, you don’t need to sit in such a wet diaper for too long.” Ryan followed Sharon to her room, realizing she was right. His saturated diaper was swollen to the point that he was forced to waddle. He’d been peeing at the slightest urges, so he’d gone several times. He hadn’t realized how swollen his diaper was while he was sitting down. He cringed as Sharon wiped his penis, testicles, and butt with a cold wet wipe, but it was getting less awkward for her to change him. He hated that she insisted upon wiping him for just pee, but he did feel refreshed after having a wet diaper pressing against him for a few hours. By the time Sharon changed him, the wetness had usually spread to the back of his diaper, so such a thorough wipedown was necessary.
Later that afternoon, Luke woke up from his nap, dry this time. He sat up and looked around. Haley was watching TV on the couch beside him, and Sharon was reading in the chair. He climbed off of the couch and toddled over to her. “Well, hey, sleepyhead!” Sharon pulled Luke into her lap and checked his diaper. She had made him potty before his nap and put him in a fresh diaper, and he was still dry.
“I didn’t tinkle in my nap,” Luke announced proudly. Despite being in a diaper, he preferred to pee-pee in it by choice, and he didn’t want to unknowingly wet himself without waking up first.
“That’s such a big boy! We’re going shopping, so go ahead and try to potty so I can put you in a clean diaper.” She’d encouraged Haley and Ryan to do the same when they woke up, so they were probably ready to be changed by now. Ryan had opted to sit out the shopping trip, but Sharon still needed to make sure he was dry and had an empty bladder before she left since she would be gone for a while.
“Call me if you need me to come home,” Sharon reminded Ryan before they left. He’d probably be fine for both wetting and poop, but she didn’t want him to leak or sit in a soiled diaper. “If you wet your diaper twice before we get back, text me so I’ll know to come home soon. We’ll just pick up a couple of pizzas on the way home for dinner.” She got a sippy cup of water for Luke, grabbed her purse, and led them out the door.
By dinner time, Haley and Luke both had more new clothes and things for their bedrooms, and Haley had picked out some new school supplies. That had reminded Sharon that she needed to get Luke enrolled in a daycare program, but she wanted to give him a couple of weeks to adjust first. On the way home, Luke started fidgeting in his car seat. He knew he was supposed to use his diaper, but being in the car was different than being at home. Home felt safer, for some reason. Having to pee-pee this badly when he was in the car had never ended well before, and letting his tinkles out on purpose in the car felt wrong to his toddler brain. It reminded him too much of times before when he’d accidentally pee-peed in his car seat because his other foster parents wouldn’t stop somewhere and let him go potty. He regretted drinking his entire sippy cup of water now. “Mommy,” he whined, doubling over when he felt a few trickles of pee-pee slip out.
Sharon glanced at him in the rearview mirror. His legs were squeezed together, and both hands were buried between his legs. “Sweetie, you know it’s okay to go potty, just like at home. Your pants and car seat won’t get wet this time.”
The reaffirmation helped, and Luke spread his legs and looked down as he heard a flowing sound and felt his diaper grew warm and wet. He sighed in relief as he stopped trying to hold it and let his pee-pee come out. “I wet, Mommy.”
“Good job, buddy. How’s your tummy feeling?” The prune juice would be kicking in soon, and Sharon hoped they made it home first.
Luke shrugged. “I don’t gotta poop.”
“What about you, Haley?” Sharon asked. Haley had been shifting in her seat and had grimaced a few times since they got in the car, and she looked like she was trying not to fill her diaper.
“I have to go,” Haley shyly admitted. “I just don’t want the car to smell. I’m trying to wait until we get home.” She’d had to go for about an hour now, and it was getting worse the closer they got to home.
“It’s okay if you need to go. I really don’t mind, and I know it’s uncomfortable to try to hold it,” Sharon assured her.
If Haley had been wearing underwear, she probably would’ve had to ask Sharon to stop somewhere so she could go. She’d felt some try to escape a couple of times, but she was still holding on. Just barely. “Nooo,” Haley whimpered as another urge hit her, and she couldn’t hold it this time. Warm mush pushed its way into her diaper, and she gave up the fight and unclenched. “I’m sorry, Sharon, it’s coming out. I can’t hold it.”
Sharon patted her arm. “Don’t worry about it, honey. We’re almost home, and I’ll change you as soon as we get there.”
Haley’s face flamed as an unpleasant odor seeped through the car. She leaned forward and pushed more out and felt a warm spurt hit the front of her diaper. She hadn’t really had to pee, but the force of pooping had managed to make a little bit come out. “Haley went poopy!” Luke announced from the backseat.
When they got home, Sharon placed the pizza on the counter and got out plates and glasses. “Go to my room,” she whispered to Haley. “I’ll be right there.” After checking Ryan’s diaper and getting Luke situated at the table with pizza and juice, she went to change Haley.
“This is so embarrassing,” Haley moaned as Sharon untaped her soiled diaper.
“I know. I’m really sorry you guys have to go through this, but you’ll get used to it.” Sharon gently worked a couple of wet wipes across Haley’s stained skin until she was clean, then fastened a clean diaper on her. “All done. Let’s go eat.”
After dinner, Sharon was cleaning the kitchen when she felt little arms wrap around her leg and heard a whimper. She dried her hands on a dish towel and patted the top of Luke’s head. “What is it?”
“My tummy,” Luke mumbled.
“Do you need to potty?”
Luke nodded. “Don’t wanna poop,” he whined.
“I know, baby, it’s okay. I’ve been changing Ryan’s and Haley’s poopy diapers, too.” Sharon took his pants off and sat down with Luke between her legs. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him back to rest against her. “You might poop too much for your diaper to hold, and I don’t want it to get on your pants. Don’t try to hold it, you need to let your poopies out so your tummy won’t hurt.”
“It’s yucky,” Luke complained as his stomach contracted and audibly forced warm, mostly liquid mess out of him. He turned on his side and rested his head on Sharon’s thigh, with his knees drawn to his chest.
Sharon moved her other leg away from Luke’s bottom and rubbed his back as he went potty. “I know, honey, but it’ll be over soon, and your tummy will feel a lot better.” He was still going a few minutes later, and Sharon cringed when it started seeping out the sides of his diaper. The kitchen was one of the few rooms of the house that wasn’t stocked with changing supplies, but she didn’t want to risk tracking poop through the living room, so she called for Ryan to bring her a diaper and wipes when Luke finished with a loud squirt. “I thought you guys were going over to Drew’s tonight,” She commented.
Ryan nodded. “But I’m waiting until I...Well, you know. I don’t want anyone else changing me if I can help it.”
If Ryan were any younger, Sharon would encourage him to just get used to it, but he only had a few months before he turned eighteen, so it was doable. She carefully untaped Luke’s diaper and cleaned him up. She thought about going ahead and giving him a bath, but she wasn’t sure if the prune juice had finished affecting him, so she decided to wait until bedtime. With the dirty diaper and resulting mess cleaned up, Sharon washed her hands and gathered Luke in her arms. “Is your tummy better now?” Luke nodded. “All right. Can you go back to your toys for a few minutes while Mommy finishes cleaning up?” Luke nodded again and scampered off.
Ryan wandered into the kitchen a little while later and gave Sharon a sheepish look. “I’m, uh, ready to go to Drew’s.” The distinct odor coming from his diaper told her that he was messy, and this was one of the few times he’d outright told her he needed to be changed without her just knowing and initiating it herself. He still hadn’t told her for pee at all, but sometimes it was too long before she knew he had a dirty diaper, so he’d had to find her and tell her.
Sharon led Ryan to her room and gathered the supplies as he got the changing mat and lay down. She pushed his knees toward his chest, like she would a baby, and thoroughly wiped him down, careful not to miss any creases. When he was clean, she put a fresh diaper on him and pulled his jeans back up. “Be careful, and be home by midnight.”
“I know, I know.” Ryan got his keys and left. Sharon was just glad to see him get out of the house. That hadn’t happened much since the diaper thing started.
A couple of hours later, Luke had another poopy diaper, but not nearly as bad as the first one. Sharon had kept him up later than usual in case he pooped again. She cleaned him up and gave him a bath. Once he was in a clean diaper and pajamas, she sat down with him to rock him to sleep. “You might poop some more during the night, so come wake me up if you have a yucky diaper, okay?” Luke nodded and lay on her shoulder, already drifting off.
At 11:30 that night, Sharon was sitting on the couch, trying to hold her eyes open until Ryan got home. She fell into a light sleep, but she jerked awake when she heard the outside garage door open a few minutes after midnight. Ryan came in from the kitchen a minute later. Sharon sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Hi, honey. Did you guys have fun?” Ryan nodded and wordlessly lay down on the floor so Sharon could change him and go to bed. “Do you need to—“
Ryan shook his head. “I, uh, went right before I came inside.”
Sharon untaped his diaper and tenderly ran a wet wipe over him. “My goodness, you were pretty wet.” She taped a dry diaper on him and gave his padded crotch an affectionate pat before kissing his forehead. “Goodnight, honey. I love you.”
“Love you, Sharon.”
Luke woke up later that night with his tummy rumbling again. His diaper already felt wet, so he knew he’d gone pee-pee while he was asleep. Even though he was in diapers, he didn’t like to wake up already wet. He felt like a baby for not waking up when he had to go potty. Trying to hold his poop was useless as it squirted out of him, but he still didn’t like doing that in his diaper. When he felt like all of his poopies were gone, he got out of bed and toddled across the hall to Sharon’s room. “Mommy,” he whispered. “Mommy!”
Sharon jerked awake and sat up. “What’s the matter?” She knew the answer as soon as she lifted him into her bed. She was starting to worry that she’d given him a little too much prune juice.
“I went potty,” Luke murmured.
“That’s okay. Let’s get you changed, and then you can sleep with Mommy, okay?” Sharon laid Luke on the floor and gently cleaned him up before tucking him into her bed. “Let me throw out your diaper and wash my hands, and I’ll be right back.” He was almost asleep when she came back to bed, so she climbed in beside him and pulled him into her side to help him fall asleep. |
The following week, Haley and Luke were both more settled and comfortable in their new home. Luke still had trouble using his diaper sometimes, especially when they weren’t at home, but he was getting better. Sharon looked up from her coffee one morning when Luke toddled into the kitchen, all smiles. She lifted him into her arms and kissed his forehead, surreptitiously checking his diaper as he lay on her shoulder. He didn’t seem to be wet, so she figured that was why his face was lit up. “You’re dry, honey, you’re such a big boy!” Going all night without wetting his diaper meant he would probably have to go soon, though. “Do you need to go potty?” Luke shook his head absently, but his unconscious squirm against her hip told Sharon otherwise. She sat him in his booster seat. “I’ll get some juice and oatmeal for you. You haven’t wet your diaper since last night, so I’m sure you need to go by now. Try to potty while I get your breakfast, okay?”
Waking up dry had made Luke feel like a big boy, but it had also put him in a mood that made him not want to wet his diaper. He fidgeted in his booster seat, but a night’s worth of pee-pee was going to force its way out soon. He was thirsty, and he gratefully reached for his sippy cup when Sharon put it on the table in front of him. The connection between drinking and pee-pee hadn’t quite occurred to him yet at his young age.
Sharon made some oatmeal and placed a bowl in front of Luke. She could tell by the way he was fidgeting and crossing and uncrossing his legs that he was trying not to wet himself. “Honey, go ahead and tinkle. You know I don’t want you to hold it for too long. I’m sure you’ll need to poop soon, too, so just go ahead and get them both over with.” After Luke’s constipation from the week before, and the resulting prune juice-induced poop, had cleared up, he’d gotten a little better at pooping in his diaper. He still didn’t like it, but he didn’t like for his stomach to hurt like it did when he held his poop for too long, either. He was finally starting to establish a somewhat predictable poop schedule, and he usually went sometime in the morning.
“Don’t wanna pee-pee in my pants,” Luke mumbled.
Sharon brushed his hair back from his face. “I know, baby, but you could get sick if you try to hold it for too long. You know you won’t get in trouble when you use your diaper.” Haley came downstairs, then, and Sharon busied herself with helping her get breakfast and juice for herself.
By the time Ryan came downstairs, Luke was starting to look panicked, and he was too busy holding himself and squeezing his legs together to eat breakfast. “Luke, you still haven’t pee-peed?’ Sharon walked over to him, tenderly pulled his hands away from his crotch, and pried his legs apart. “I’ll give you an m&m if you go potty now.” She’d had to bribe him several times when he got like this, especially for poop. The last time she’d had to bribe a child with m&ms, it had been so they wouldn’t go in their pants, and this just seemed backwards. That seemed to do the trick, and Luke’s expression immediately relaxed as he wet his diaper. “Good boy,” Sharon murmured as she delivered the promised m&m. “I’m taking you to the doctor in a little bit, so I’ll change you when I get you dressed.”
”Hey, Sharon, I think it’s only fair if Haley and I get m&ms when we use our diapers, too,” Ryan spoke up.
Haley giggled, and Sharon rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind to try to get you to tell me when you need to be changed for once, young man.”
Sharon took Luke to the pediatrician for a check-up later that morning. He sat in her lap, nervously clutching her hands, as they waited for the doctor to come in. When Dr. Baker came in, Luke turned around and buried his face into Sharon’s chest. “Honey, Dr. Baker is really nice,” Sharon assured him. “She just needs to make sure you’re okay. Mommy’s right here, and I won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?” She pried Luke away from her and turned him around. He relaxed as Dr. Baker spoke kindly to him and asked him a few questions. He continued to squeeze Sharon’s hands as the doctor gently examined him, but he was giggling at her jokes before it was over.
“All right, Mrs. Levine, everything looks pretty good so far, given Luke’s background. I do recommend some vitamins, but he seems reasonably healthy. Even though he’s in diapers, I would like to keep track of his potty-training so you can help him stay that way. Do you know how he was doing with it before the diaper law came into effect?”
Sharon nodded. “Kind of. From what his older sister told me, he seemed to be getting there. He was still having accidents sometimes during the day and often wet the bed at night, but he seems to have decent control. He just sometimes waited a little too long to go, or wasn’t at home and couldn’t get to a bathroom in time, but Haley did say that it still seemed to sneak up on him and he would sometimes start wetting his pants before he got much warning that he needed to go.”
Dr. Baker nodded. “That sounds about average for his age. It’s certainly nothing to worry about yet. Try to keep track of how often he wakes up wet so you’ll know whether he’s improving on the bedwetting front. One thing I’ve suggested to parents is to use cloth diapers and to have young children tell you when they have to potty, then have them wait about ten or fifteen minutes a few times a week to help them strengthen their bladder muscles. Or less if they’d just started potty training, of course. That way, they stay in the habit of paying attention to their body’s signals and still have to be responsible for not going potty until it’s okay to do so. Cloth diapers are more uncomfortable when they’re wet and feel a little bit more like underwear, so they’ll encourage them to hold it and not wet them until they’re uncomfortable and would otherwise go to the toilet. You wouldn’t need to have him wait every time he says he has to go, especially at home where he would always have a nearby bathroom, but reinforcing his potty habits and occasionally not allowing him to use his diaper right away will help his bladder grow properly.”
“My daughter is doing something similar with my three-year-old grandson, and I was thinking about starting that with Luke, too. I think I’ll wait a little bit until he’s more comfortable with diapers, though,” Sharon replied. “He still sometimes feels like he’s doing something wrong when he goes potty in them, and if he did wait too long to tell me and couldn’t hold it until I told him he could go, I think it would be more harmful for him. He got constipated last week because he was holding his poop, and he still has days where he holds his pee-pee until he can’t anymore because he doesn’t want to wet his diaper.”
“Hmm...” Dr. Baker patted Luke on the shoulder. “All little boys and girls have to go potty in their diapers now. You’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I know,” Luke mumbled.
“It’s just hard to actually do it, huh?” Dr. Baker asked understandingly. Luke nodded. “But, if you hold your pee-pee too long, you could get sick, and remember how your tummy hurt when you held your poop too much? If it helps, you can go to the bathroom and sit on the potty with your diaper still on when you have to go. It’ll feel like you did good and made it to the potty in time not to have an accident, and you’ll just use your diaper instead of the potty.” Dr. Baker turned back to Sharon. “I’ve also recommended that parents have their younger kids act like they did when they were wearing underwear and go to the bathroom when they normally would. Normally, every now and then there would be a situation where there’s not a toilet immediately available when they tell you they need to go, like in the car or when you’re out, so that’s where sometimes having them hold it for a little bit after saying they need to potty comes in. Call it an accident or refer to it as wetting or pooping in his pants or whatever you would do if he were in underwear and went in his pants. It’s a little bit of work, but it’ll be worth it for both of you when he’s eighteen and has the appropriate bladder strength and toilet habits.”
Sharon nodded. “I didn’t even think about that. I have been worried about how his bladder would grow as he gets older, but that makes sense.”
“His little bladder is still developing, and it won’t develop as efficiently if he can just pee-pee at any time without a reason to have to hold it. Kids tend to hold it until they’re uncomfortable, and sometimes until they have an accident, when they’re playing or watching TV, so having to stop what he’s doing to go to the potty instead of being able to use his diaper while he’s distracted will be incentive for him to hold it longer than he might otherwise,” Dr. Baker continued. “Praise him when he makes it to the potty, and react how you normally would have if he’d gone potty in his underwear when he gets caught short. I know you wouldn’t get angry, but saying something along the lines of ‘uh-oh, you went potty in your pants’ or ‘try to make it to the potty next time’ will emphasize that he needs to still pay attention to his body and develop good potty habits.”
Luke didn’t like the sound of any of this. One good thing about wearing diapers had been that he could play and not have to worry about whether he had to go potty. Or stop what he was doing to go. He usually noticed, but before he had to wear diapers again, it sometimes sneaked up on him and he either started wetting his pants before he realized he had to pee-pee or didn’t notice until it was trying to come out. When that happened, he had to run to the potty, and he usually couldn’t hold it long enough and pee-peed in his pants before he got there. It didn’t help anything that he’d needed to go potty since they got to the doctor’s office. The new surroundings had distracted him for a little bit, but now it was starting to hurt. He shifted in Sharon’s lap and crossed his legs. He wanted to hold himself to ease the pressure, but Mommy and the doctor would both know immediately that he had to potty if he grabbed his crotch.
Sharon noticed his tell-tale squirming, but she’d just changed him before they left the house. He shouldn’t have to go again...Wait. She hadn’t reminded him to empty his bladder before she changed him like she usually did, and he’d had a good bit of juice. “Sweetheart, do you need to pee-pee?” Luke didn’t answer her, but she knew he did. “I forgot to remind you to go potty when I changed you before we left, didn’t I?” Understanding that he was uncomfortable in the unfamiliar environment, Sharon turned him to face her chest and held him a little closer to her. “It’s all right,” she murmured, patting his bottom in a soothing rhythm. “Go ahead and tinkle so you’ll feel better.”
Luke knew he couldn’t hold it much longer, so he relaxed and wet his diaper. He still half-expected his pants to get wet, but the wet warmth was contained to the thick padding between his legs. “Good job, buddy,” Sharon praised when she felt his crotch grow warm against her lap.
“That actually brings up another point,” Dr. Baker said. “It sounds like you were usually already doing this for the most part, but have him go potty and put him in a clean diaper before you leave the house or put him down for a nap or bedtime, like you would if he were wearing underwear. You wouldn’t want him to have to relearn those habits as an adult after fifteen years in diapers. Does he still wet during naptime?”
Sharon nodded. “I sometimes forget, and I was doing that more out of convenience for myself, but I’ll try to remember every time. And he’s had a couple of naptime accidents, but it doesn’t seem to happen too often.”
“You also need to ease him into being the one responsible for remembering to potty before he leaves the house or goes to sleep,” Dr. Baker added. “I’m guessing he will sometimes be with other adults when you’re not around to remind him, and he needs to learn to remember that himself, just like he would in underwear. If he doesn’t initiate it, prompt him by asking what he’s supposed to do before leaving the house or going to sleep. At this age, you probably would still remind him to go potty or ask if he needs to go every once in a while if he were in underwear to avoid a mess later, so it’s okay to do that for a little while longer, but with the safety net of a diaper, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to avoid reminding him. However you want to handle it is fine. Just treat him like he’s wearing underwear as much as you can.” They talked for a while longer before Sharon thanked her and left.
Meanwhile, Haley was trying to get through her schoolwork, but the increasing pressure on her bladder was beginning to keep her from concentrating. When she got to the point where she’d normally wet her diaper, it was almost 11:00, and Sharon had said she’d be home by lunchtime. She’d normally go ahead and wet, but her diaper area had been itchy since she woke up, and she was pretty sure she had a rash. She knew that wet padding would make it hurt more. She could probably hold on until Sharon got home, so she put off peeing for now.
After a while, Haley had to pee worse than she remembered having to go in a long time. Ryan had his headphones in and was fixated on his computer screen, so she unplugged her computer and moved her things to the living room. It still wasn’t an emergency, but she was starting to have to consciously clench her bladder muscles to stay dry. Sharon had been running late for Luke’s appointment and was in a hurry when she left, but Ryan had been soaked, so she changed him before she left. She’d asked Haley if she was still dry, and Haley had said she was fine, not wanting to delay Sharon anymore than she already was. Her growing discomfort was causing her to regret that decision. She wasn’t close to losing control, but it was painful and uncomfortable. She thought back to the last time she’d been this desperate to pee. She hadn’t had a full-bladder accident since she was four, and she hadn’t been even close to wetting herself since she was in first grade, when she had a teacher with strict bathroom breaks. Students were still allowed to go at non-break times, but they had to miss a few minutes of recess if they had to go to the bathroom otherwise, so Haley remembered a couple of times of holding on until the last second before she had to choose between missing part of recess or wetting her pants in the middle of class. The painful urge came and went, so she was able to keep working, although she stopped every few minutes to shift her position or hold herself until a painful wave of urgency passed. The longer she waited, the more sure she was that Sharon would be home any minute, so she kept trying to wait.
As Haley’s bladder filled with each passing minute, the painful urges to let go were longer and more frequent. Shed come close to letting some dribble out a couple of times, but she’d been able to keep it from coming out. Logically, she knew Sharon had to be walking in the door any second, so she could wet her diaper and not have to hurt for too long, but she’d gotten so desperate that her childhood don’t wet your pants instincts had kicked in. Her mind was too preoccupied with trying to hold it and keeping an ear out for Ryan to leave the kitchen for her to even remember why she was trying to hold it in the first place. She was also a little curious just to see how long she could hold on. She hadn’t been so close to unintentionally emptying her bladder in so long, and part of her wanted to feel the childish loss of control. She was pretty sure she’d reached the stage where if she tried to let a little bit out, she wouldn’t be able to hold the rest and it would all come out, but she wanted to wait until her bladder gave up without any help from her. Schoolwork wasn’t possible at this point, so Haley turned on the TV to distract her mind from her aching bladder. She pulled her leg up and balanced herself with her heel pressed into her crotch, which took a tiny bit of pressure off. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to walk without wetting herself at this point. After a few minutes, she felt like her bladder was pulsing against her heel. Nothing was coming out yet, but she remembered how she’d felt her bladder involuntarily contract without letting any pee out a few times just moments before she finally soaked herself the last time she wet her pants as a small child. Hafta potty hafta potty hafta potty, don’t come out, don’t come out, don’t come out was on repeat in her head, just like when she was four and her mom was trying to find a bathroom for her at the zoo. She didn’t have many accidents as a child unless her parents had taken her somewhere and couldn’t find a bathroom in time when she had to go, so she clearly remembered the few times she’d had accidents.
Haley gasped when she felt a small trickle escape. The pressure lessened a little bit after that, but she knew that wouldn’t last for long. She curled into a ball on the couch and jammed her hands into her crotch when the pulsing started again. After a few more spurts escaped, she felt a slow stream start that she couldn’t hold back, as much as she was trying to. She quietly whimpered as the padding between her legs slowly grew damp and warm. She clenched as hard as she could and pressed her hands between her legs, but she could feel her bladder muscles weaken and give in to the flood. Peeing involuntarily was such an odd feeling, it was no wonder she remembered almost exactly how it felt years after the last time it happened. Her bladder muscles felt like they were being forced apart even as she still tried to squeeze them closed as tightly as she could, and the slow stream started to pick up speed. Haley shuddered when she felt a final release and her pee rushed past the muscles she was still trying her best to hold in. She finally gave up and sighed as the padding between her legs rapidly continued to grow warm and wet. Tears filled her eyes as the warm wetness spread in her diaper, even though she wasn’t really upset. She supposed it was her natural reaction to the feeling of losing control of her bladder. Dressed in leggings and a sweatshirt with her chestnut-colored curly hair in a ponytail and no makeup, she probably looked like an overgrown toddler accidentally going potty in her pants. By the time she finished, she felt like she was sitting in a small pool of pee and was afraid she’d leak. She usually peed slowly enough for her diaper to absorb her wetting as she went, but her diaper seemed to be struggling with the flooding it had just gotten. In a slight panic, she stood up and checked the back of her leggings, but she was still dry.
Haley heard Sharon and Luke coming into the kitchen a few minutes later. She slowly walked toward the kitchen, her swollen diaper forcing her to waddle a little, and she was relieved when Sharon met her at the entryway and gently squeezed her diaper. “Goodness, honey, you’re soaked,” she said in a low voice. She tilted her head when she noticed that Haley looked teary-eyed. “What’s the matter?”
Haley furiously wiped her eyes, forgetting that she’d teared up a little when she wet herself. “Oh, nothing. I just, um, think I have a rash, so I tried not to wet my diaper until you got back. I couldn’t hold it, and I think I just teared up a little when it started coming out. That hasn’t happened since I was four.”
Sharon felt Haley’s diaper again. It still felt warm, even through her leggings, like she’d just wet it. “How long ago did you pee-pee?”
Haley shrugged. “A few minutes ago, maybe?”
“After not going all night or this morning? Honey, I’m so sorry. You could’ve pottied and let me change you before we left, I didn’t know you had a rash.”
“It’s fine.” Haley followed Sharon to her room, eager to get out of her wet diaper. She was starting to sting.
Sharon got a wet cloth from the bathroom and a fresh diaper while Haley lay down. She used the cloth to wipe her down so it wouldn’t irritate her rash. “You do have a bit of a rash,” Sharon noted as she cleaned her up and taped a dry diaper on her. “Tell me as soon as you go potty again, and I’ll go ahead and change you.”
Haley nodded. “Thanks.” She still wasn’t sure why Sharon talked like that when Luke wasn’t around, but she didn’t ask any questions.
The next afternoon, Sharon had a similar talk with Haley and the doctor she’d chosen for her as she’d had with Luke’s pediatrician the day before. Sharon wouldn’t have to monitor Haley as closely as Luke, she would just need to check her often enough to make sure she was holding her bladder for similar intervals as a young teenager in underwear would and make sure she wasn’t wetting too often unless she was drinking more than usual or there was some other explanation for more frequent wetting. Ryan was going to be in diapers for such a short time that Sharon wasn’t worried about him and hadn’t even spoken to his doctor about him, and with his slight bladder issues, it would be hard for her to know if he were wetting too often, anyway. Even in underwear, he never would’ve been able to hold his bladder as long as Haley or most other teenagers. He probably couldn’t keep his diaper dry for longer than three hours or so during the day if he tried.
That night, Sharon put Luke to bed and sat on the back porch with a blanket and a glass of wine, processing all of the information she’d received in the last couple of days. Luke was still reluctant about using his diapers at all sometimes, so she didn’t want to put too much pressure on him, but she also didn’t want him to become complacent and stop paying attention to his needs. He was starting a two-year-old preschool program after Christmas, and the school she’d spoken with earlier that day had told her that they were employing similar methods as Luke’s pediatrician had told her about to help kids maintain proper bladder development. It was almost November now, and the school would be enough of a change for Luke, so she wanted him to be used to having to make it to the potty before he used his diaper and going to time-out for a few minutes when he didn’t make it by then. She finally decided to ease him into it by having him tell her before he wet his diaper and sometimes asking him to wait a few minutes, depending upon how desperate he seemed to be, before he went, and then let that evolve into him having to get to the toilet first. She didn’t like the time-out part, but she needed to be consistent with the preschool’s methods, and she knew Luke needed some kind of incentive for going along with the potty rules, since he wouldn’t have the natural consequences of wet pants anymore when he had an accident. Dr. Baker was right, it was going to be a lot of work, but she was willing to do it.
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The Saturday before Thanksgiving, Haley woke up earlier than she would’ve liked when Luke came in and bounced on her bed. “I’m sleeping,” she mumbled, pushing him away from her. “What are you doing up here?”
Luke lay beside her and gave her one of his sweetest looks. “I missed you.”
“Awww...” Haley’s nose wrinkled when she pulled him closer and realized why he’d really come upstairs. He’d gotten a lot better with wetting his diapers, but he still had days where he was shy about telling Sharon he’d pooped. Today was clearly one of those days. ‘I missed you’ had been code for ‘I pooped and want you to tell Mommy for me.’ “Ew, Luke, you have a poopy. Go tell Mommy so she can change you.”
“Nooooo...”
Haley sighed. She was in an ill mood, and her stomach was hurting a little bit. “You can stay up here for a few minutes, but you have to be still and quiet. I’m going back to sleep.” She’d just rolled over when Sharon walked in.
“Luke! I told you not to wake your sister up,” Sharon chided as she lifted him from the bed. Like Haley, the smell hit her immediately. “Oh, honey, why didn’t you tell me you went potty? Sitting in that yucky diaper can’t be fun.” Sharon rubbed Haley’s back and checked her diaper out of habit, but it was dry, as usual in the morning. “Go back to sleep, honey. All right, Luke, let’s go change that messy bottom.”
Haley nodded. “Um, I think I might, uh, need to be changed soon. My stomach kind of hurts.”
“It does?” Sharon sat on Haley’s bed and looked her over with concern in her eyes. She held the back of her hand to Haley’s forehead and felt her cheeks, then kissed her forehead when she didn’t feel any fever. “You don’t feel warm. Where does it hurt? Do you feel okay otherwise?”
Haley was loving the concerned attention she was getting from Sharon, but she hadn’t meant to worry her. “I’m okay. Probably just something I ate.”
Sharon nodded in understanding. “I’ll come check on you in a little bit. If I don’t come soon after you need to be changed, just call down the stairs for me.”
“Thanks, Sharon.” Haley was more than happy to go back to sleep. When she woke up again a couple of hours later, her stomach was cramping, and she had a slight tingle in her bladder. Peeing could’ve waited a while, but her bowels definitely couldn’t, so she curled up under her covers and let a steady, warm stream into the soft padding between her legs. She always slept later on weekends, so unlike school mornings, she usually wet her diaper within an hour or so of waking up. She didn’t have a predictable poop schedule, but it was odd for her to go so early in the day. Even before she started messing her diaper, she could tell it was going to be explosive.
Haley grimaced as runny, warm poop squirted into her diaper. After a few minutes, she moved to her bathroom, took off her pajama pants, and crouched beside the toilet, afraid that her diaper wouldn’t hold it all. Tile would definitely be easier to clean than her bed if she leaked. She hoped Sharon came upstairs soon, as she didn’t want to move in case she leaked, and she didn’t want to risk meeting Ryan in the hall with such a disgusting diaper.
Sharon peeked into Haley’s bathroom with a clean diaper and wipes in her hand soon after she was finished. “Oh, there you are. You okay?”
Haley nodded. “I just moved in here in case my diaper leaked. I, uh...It’s gross, I’m really sorry.”
“Oh, sweetie, worry about it.” Sharon got a towel from a cabinet for Haley to rest her head on while she changed her. “I’ll just change you in here in case it gets messy. Do you feel better?” Haley nodded. “Good. You can tell me if you start feeling bad at all.” Sharon carefully untaped Haley’s loaded diaper and cleaned her up a little bit before balling up her diaper and putting it in a small trash bag to take to the garbage. It took a little longer than usual to finish cleaning her up, but she was finally able to tape a fresh diaper on her. “All done. You woke up just in time, breakfast is ready.”
When they got downstairs, Haley saw that Anne-Marie and William had arrived at some point. Sharon and Anne-Marie were both sipping mimosas, and William and Luke were playing in the living room. She guessed that Ryan was still asleep.
“Hi, Haley,” Anne-Marie greeted warmly.
Haley had met her a couple of times, but she was still shy around her. She timidly returned the greeting and got a glass of juice for herself. Sharon and Anne-Marie resumed their conversation of what Luke’s and William’s pediatricians had said about helping the boys keep their potty training. “Speaking of which, I haven’t changed William since he got up this morning. He was up soon after 7:00, and he’s had a lot of orange juice. He’s either wet or holding back a flood...William, come here!” Anne-Marie called into the living room. They could all tell from William’s slow gait and guilty expression that her instinct was correct. She knelt in front of him and checked his diaper. She’d taken his doctor’s advice and switched to cloth, although she kept him in disposables at night and when they left the house for more than a couple of hours. Anne-Marie raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re wet, William. Why did you pee-pee in your pants?”
William shrugged. “I was playing.”
“You know you’re supposed to tell Mommy first and go to the bathroom before you go potty. I’m not even going to make you wait to pee-pee after you tell me you need to go at all while we’re here, but I told you that you had to get to the potty before you went in your pants, just like at home and at preschool. You know what that means,” she warned, picking him up.
“No, no time out!” He whined.
“Yes, time out. Go sit on Nana’s bed for five minutes, and then I’ll come change you when your time-out is over.”
Luke toddled in and held his arms up for Sharon to hold him. “I thirsty.”
“Okay, sweetie.” Sharon picked him up and got a sippy cup of water for him. “Breakfast is ready. When William gets out of time-out, you guys can go wake up Ryan for me.”
Ryan woke up a few minutes after 10:00 and looked out the window. It was supposed to rain all day on Saturday and Sunday, and then snow on Monday. He tightened his covers around himself, enjoying their warmth on the cold morning. As he became more alert, he became more aware of his aching bladder. He’d woken up once during the night and wet his diaper, and now he had to go again. Since it was Saturday and he was able to sleep later than normal, he was pretty desperate. Not to mention that he’d been thirsty when he woke up to pee the first time and had gulped down a couple of glasses of water before going back to sleep. The urge to pee had probably been what had woken him up. After weeks of peeing small amounts at frequent intervals, the only times he experienced the sensation of a full bladder now was when he woke up in the morning or after a nap. The already-wet padding against his crotch seemed to tease his bladder, and he felt his penis pulsate as a small spurt escaped by itself. He barely contracted his bladder muscles, trying to let out a slow stream, but he felt his partly-clenched muscles give out completely and flood his diaper the second he let just a little bit out. He didn’t like how his diaper felt after a rapid, full-bladder wetting. It always took a couple of minutes to soak it in and feel comfortable against him instead of uncomfortably wet. He was about to get out of bed when he heard little feet scamper into his room. “Hi, guys,” he mumbled when Luke and William jumped onto his bed.
“Nana said to wake you up,” William announced.
“She did, did she?” Ryan grabbed a toddler in each arm and threw them over his shoulders.
“Did you go potty in your diaper?” William asked. He’d been constantly asking about the state of Ryan’s diaper when he saw him since he found out that a big kid was in diapers, too.
“Yeah. Nana’s going to have to change me when we get downstairs. I’ve pee-peed a lot.”
Sharon noticed Ryan’s sagging diaper right away as he entered the kitchen. “Honey, you’re soaked,” she whispered before her hand was even on his crotch.
“Yeah, I got thirsty last night, so I got up and drank a couple of glasses of water,” he said sheepishly.
Sharon pried William and Luke off of him and placed them on the floor. “Let’s go get you changed.”
“Can’t I get some coffee first?” Ryan protested.
“Ryan, you’re drenched. Just let me change you really quickly, I don’t want you to get a rash.” Sharon wrapped an arm around him as they walked to her room. Ryan winced as she brushed a cold wet wipe over his penis and testicles. “That’ll wake you up in the morning, won’t it?” Once his sodden diaper was rolled up and taped closed, she pulled his pajama pants up. “Let’s go eat.”
Luke was a little shy with Anne-Marie there, even though he’d seen her a couple of times, and he sat in Sharon’s lap as they ate breakfast. “Mommy? Why William go to time-out because he pee-peed?”
“He’s still supposed to tell his mommy before he goes potty,” Sharon answered. “Remember what Dr. Baker said? You guys will be wearing diapers for so long, and you don’t want to be as old as Ryan and have to learn to use the potty again.”
“Do I have to do that?” Luke asked.
“Not right now, but probably after Thanksgiving. I’ll start asking you to tell me when you have to potty and to go in the bathroom before you use your diaper,” Sharon explained. “That will help you stay potty-trained, even though you have to use your diaper. We may start practicing that a couple of times a day before I get you to do that all the time...While William’s here, do you want to do like he is and tell me you have to use the potty before you go in your diaper?”
Luke shrugged. It sounded like something that would make Sharon happy, so he slowly nodded his head. He didn't really like the idea, but he wanted to please Sharon. One good thing about diapers was that he didn’t have to worry about not making it to the potty anymore, but it sounded like he was going to have to start worrying about that again. He’d been dreading this since his pediatrician appointment.
“I won’t be angry with you if you have an accident,” Sharon assured him. “And we won’t do it all the time at first. You can just practice every now and then for a few days. It’ll help you stay potty-trained for when you’re a grownup and don’t have to wear diapers anymore. Next time you need to pee-pee, come tell me, and let’s try to get to the bathroom before you wet your pants, okay?” Luke nodded uncertainly. Sharon checked his diaper, and he was still dry. It had been a couple of hours since she changed him, so he’d probably have to go soon.
After breakfast, Luke struggled to get out of Sharon’s lap to go play with William. “Don’t forget to come tell me when you have to pee-pee,” Sharon reminded him before patting his bottom as he ran off.
With Anne-Marie, Ryan, and Haley pitching in, the kitchen was cleaned pretty quickly. After refilling their mimosas, Sharon and Anne-Marie sat in the living room to watch the boys, and Ryan and Haley followed them and lounged in chairs. The wind was whipping loudly outside as the rain continued to fall, and Sharon turned on the gas logs and passed around blankets. Ryan groaned when Anne-Marie found a Hallmark Christmas movie on TV. “Oh, come on, you guys,” he whined.
“Sorry, honey, but I think you’re outnumbered,” Sharon said. She eyed Luke, who had started fidgeting as he played with William. He’d had two cups of juice and most of a cup of water that morning, and she was surprised he hadn’t already wet himself. He still seemed focused on their toys, and she couldn’t tell if he realized he better tell her soon if he wanted to make it to the potty yet or not. She wanted to just remind him, but he was old enough to tell her in time, and she wanted to start getting him back in the habit of paying attention without being prodded and going to the potty before he went in his diaper.
It didn’t take long for Luke to jump up and cram his hand between his legs. He looked at Sharon in a panic. “Mommy, I hafta pee-pee!”
Sharon grabbed the hand that wasn’t squeezing his crotch and gently pulled him toward the half-bathroom between the living room and the kitchen. “Hold on, buddy, we’re almost there,” she encouraged him.
“Hurry, it’s gonna come out!” Luke sobbed, squeezing himself as he hobbled behind Sharon. Small spurts were slipping out, but he was able to stop them for a couple of seconds before the next one came.
They were almost to the bathroom door when Sharon felt Luke freeze and let go of her hand. She looked down and saw that he was doubled over, both hands pressed into his crotch and crossing his legs as tightly as he could. “Uh-oh,” he gasped. The most recent spurt was too intense for him to stop it, and he was doing his best to hold in the slow but steady tinkle that was coming out. He knew from past experience that the slow stream was going to turn into a rushing torrent before they could get to the bathroom. He clenched his bladder muscles as hard as he could, but he felt his pee-pee slipping past his control. “Mommy! I’m pee-peeing, it won’t stay in!” He ran in place and squeezed himself even harder, trying to keep it from coming out, and he shuddered when he felt his bladder give out completely and quickly push his pee-pee into his diaper. “I can’t hold it, it’s coming out!”
Sharon knelt in front of him and pulled him into her arms. She could hear his pee-pee flowing rapidly into his diaper as his legs went limp from the effort of trying to hold it in. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. We were just practicing. Just try to tell Mommy you need to go pee-pee a little sooner next time, okay?”
Luke nodded and sniffled into her shoulder. He lay against her and let her hold him until he finished wetting his diaper. “I done, Mommy,” he mumbled.
“Okay, buddy. I’ll go ahead and change you so you can remember to try to stay dry until we get to the potty next time.” Sharon carried Luke back into the living room and laid him down to change him.
“Mom, I have a case of cloth diapers for William in the car. You can borrow a few for Luke if you want to,” Anne-Marie offered. “William treated them more like underwear than disposables and was better about telling me when he had to potty in time after I switched to cloth. They’re not as comfortable as disposables when they’re wet, and I change him as soon as he goes potty when he tells me he has to go and gets to the bathroom in time. If he waits too long to tell me and can’t hold it, then he has to wait until his time-out is over to be changed, and he doesn’t like to sit in a wet cloth diaper.”
Sharon nodded. “Yes, I think I’ll try that.” She tenderly wiped Luke with a wet wipe and soon had him in a cloth diaper. He didn’t like it very much. It was soft, but it felt like his pants would get wet when he pee-peed. He gave Sharon a nervous look. “Your clothes will stay dry when you go potty,” Sharon assured him. “But, it won’t feel too good, and I’m not going to change you right away if you don’t tell me in time to get to the bathroom first. I’ll change you as soon as you tinkle if you tell me in time to make it to the potty.” She gave him a sippy cup of watered-down juice, hoping he’d fill up again before his nap.
Luke nodded. He was able to move around a little more easily in this diaper, but he didn’t feel as protected. He sipped his juice and went back to playing with William.
After lunch, there were four pairs of droopy eyes. Luke climbed in Sharon’s lap and lay against her, ready to fall asleep. “Come on, buddy, let’s go potty really quick, and then I’ll rock you, okay? Do you need to pee-pee?”
Luke shrugged. “A little.”
“All right. Don’t tinkle until we get to the potty.” Sharon checked his diaper to make sure he was still dry as she carried him to the bathroom, and Anne-Marie followed her with William.
Sharon pulled Luke’s jeans off once they got there and made a show of checking his diaper. “Good job, honey, you made it to the potty!” She praised him, hoping it would encourage him to take the “still act like you have to be in the bathroom to go potty” idea seriously. Luke smiled and lay against her shoulder.
“I still dry, too, Nana!” William announced, not to be outdone.
“That’s great, sweetheart!” Sharon started to place Luke on the floor, but he squeezed his legs around her waist. “Okay, honey, I’ll hold you. Go ahead and pee-pee so I can change you.” Luke concentrated for a few moments and let a small stream into his diaper. He probably would’ve been able to go a little more if Sharon weren’t holding him, but he was tired and wanted to stay in her arms. He shifted uncomfortably as his diaper grew wet against him.
“Mommy, I wet,” Luke whined.
Sharon patted his back. “All right, let’s get you changed.”
“Do you want another cloth diaper?” Anne-Marie asked.
Sharon shook her head. “He’s wet his diaper during his nap a few times, so I don’t want him to be uncomfortable and wake up too soon if he has an accident.” She changed him on the living room floor and sat in the rocking chair with him. Ryan and Haley were sprawled out on the couch, both looking ready to fall asleep. “Let me get him to sleep, and then I’ll change you guys, okay?” By now, they both knew that meant to empty their bladders, so she didn’t remind them to do so before naps or bedtime anymore.
“I want Nana to rock me,” William whined as Anne-Marie finished changing him. She was going to lie down with him in Luke’s bed until he fell asleep, but he didn’t like seeing Sharon rocking another child.
Sharon looked down at Luke, who was already falling asleep in her arms. “Let me rock Luke for just a few more minutes and get Haley and Ryan changed. They’re all about to fall asleep.” William was, too, and she figured he’d be asleep before she got the teenagers into dry diapers. She knew Anne-Marie had stopped rocking William for naps months ago, but Sharon still rocked him when she was with him during the day, just because she was savoring every last bit of his toddlerhood. It wouldn’t be long before he was too big to want her to rock him.
Haley hadn’t peed since she’d woken up that morning, and her bladder was starting to ache. It wasn’t urgent, but it was starting to get uncomfortable. It didn’t take much effort to release her bladder and let her diaper heat up with fresh pee. Ryan, on the other hand, had been dribbling a little bit at a time all morning. He was able to let out a tiny stream, but it wasn’t much. Given the coffee he drank that morning, he probably would’ve had a full bladder by lunchtime, so his diaper was probably holding a little more than one full pee.
By the time Sharon laid Luke on the couch between Ryan and Haley, William was unconscious in Anne-Marie’s lap. Ryan was closer to being asleep than Haley, so Sharon tackled him first. “All right, Ryan, let’s go get you changed.”
“I can put William down and change Haley while you’re doing that if she doesn’t mind,” Anne-Marie spoke up. She knew Ryan would never agree to that, and changing him would be weird for her, too, so she’d never offered to help with him.
Haley shrugged. “Other people will probably have to change me sometimes. I might as well get used to it.” She lay on the floor and waited as Anne-Marie put William down in Luke’s room and got a dry diaper and wipes. She’d gotten comfortable with Sharon changing her, but she felt tense as Anne-Marie removed her soaked diaper and brushed across her crotch, bottom, and the top of her thighs with a wet wipe. Like Sharon, Anne-Marie was quick and matter-of-fact about it. Once her pajama pants were back on, Haley collapsed onto the couch.
Sharon was coming back in with Ryan’s rolled-up wet diaper in her hand as Haley curled up on the couch. “Ryan just climbed in my bed, he was so tired. Having a late breakfast and a late lunch obviously wasn’t the best idea.” After disposing of Ryan’s diaper and washing her hands, she got a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over Haley, tucking it snugly around her shoulders. As Haley’s eyes started to close, Sharon ran her hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”
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Ryan woke up about an hour after he fell asleep. He knew he wasn’t in his bed or on the couch, and he realized he was in Sharon’s bed without having to open his eyes. The pillow and sheets held her comforting scent, and he rolled over, wanting to go back to sleep. He felt a small tingle in his bladder, so he concentrated for a moment and wet his diaper. It would’ve been too annoying for him to be able to fall back asleep if he didn’t go ahead and let it out. The downside to constantly sprinkling into his diaper all day before he had a chance to feel the need to pee was that he’d gotten to the point where even a slight urge to pee was irritating. With the comfort of the fresh, warm dampness between his legs and the sound of the pouring rain outside, he curled up under Sharon’s covers and went back to sleep.
Luke woke up after a couple of hours and yawned as he looked around for Sharon. Even in diapers, his first thought when he woke up in the morning or after a nap was whether he was wet or dry, even though it didn’t really matter. Before he had to go back to diapers, it was obvious if he was wet, because he and his bed would be soaked. Now, he had to think about it, and he whimpered when he wiggled in his diaper and realized it felt warm and damp against him. He spotted Sharon in the rocking chair and toddled over to her. Sharon lifted him into her arms and patted his bottom as he lay on her shoulder, still drowsy from his nap. “Hey, sweetheart, did you sleep good?”
Luke nodded and nuzzled into her shoulder. “I went pee-pee,” he admitted sadly. He still didn’t like it when he wet himself while he was asleep, even though it didn’t cause him to wake up with wet clothes or to get in trouble anymore.
Sharon gently squeezed his diaper and realized he was a little wet. “That’s all right, sweetheart, you’re still a little young to know when you have to go potty while you’re asleep. A lot of little boys and girls older than you are still accidentally pee-pee without waking up first.” She rubbed his back and rocked him until he was a little more alert. William came in a couple of minutes later in just a sweatshirt and his cloth diaper and climbed into Sharon’s lap beside Luke. William’s diaper felt a little warm against her leg, so she slipped her finger into the leg hole. He hadn’t wet himself during a nap in a couple of months, so she was a little surprised when she felt wetness in his diaper. “My goodness, I’ve got two wet little boys.”
“William’s wet?” Anne-Marie asked from another chair. Sharon nodded.
William looked embarrassed. “I pee-peed when I was ‘sleep.”
“That’s all right.” Anne-Marie got up to change him. “You just don’t wet during naps that much anymore, but you slept longer than normal. Let’s get you changed. Do you still need to pee-pee?”
William shook his head. “I hafta poop,” he mumbled.
Anne-Marie got a clean cloth diaper, picked him up, and headed toward the bathroom, and Sharon heard her praising him for making it to the potty a few moments later. Luke looked back toward the bathroom with interest. “Do you want to keep trying to make it to the bathroom before you go potty this afternoon?” Luke nodded, so Sharon got another one of William’s cloth diapers and changed him, then took him to the kitchen for a snack and some juice. Haley stumbled drowsily into the kitchen a few minutes later in search of the same thing. Sharon started getting dinner ready once Luke was situated in his booster seat at the table. Jake, her oldest son, was arriving around dinner time for Thanksgiving. He was leaving the afternoon before Thanksgiving to go to his girlfriend’s parents’ house, but he hadn’t been home in a while, so he was going to visit Sharon for a few nights first.
Sharon looked up as Haley finished her snack and lifted Luke out of his booster seat to take him back to the living room to play with William. “Don’t forget to come tell me when you need to potty,” she reminded him. “Or tell Anne-Marie or Haley, and they’ll take you.” Luke nodded hurriedly, wanting to go play.
Meanwhile, Ryan was stirring again, and Sharon’s bed was so comfortable that he didn’t want to get up. The clock beside her bed told him that he’d been asleep for over three hours. He felt a more pressing need to pee this time than when he’d woken up before. It wasn’t urgent, by any means, but this was the most full his bladder had felt since he woke up that morning. He held himself between his legs as he wet his diaper, enjoying the fresh warmth against his hands. He lay there for a few minutes before making himself get up. His wet diaper sagged slightly between his legs as he walked into the kitchen for a snack.
Sharon was putting dinner in the oven when Ryan came into the kitchen. He looked just like a teenaged version of her sons as toddlers after a nap, with bleary eyes, disheveled hair, and a wet diaper drooping between his legs. “‘My goodness, honey, I thought you were going to sleep until bedtime,” she commented as she pressed her hand to his diaper. He didn’t need to be changed quite yet.
“Your bed’s so comfortable, I could’ve slept forever in there.” Ryan yawned as he fixed himself a snack.
Sharon cleaned up from her dinner preparations and went to the living room. She and Anne-Marie were discussing Jake and where they thought his relationship with his girlfriend was going when Luke gasped and hobbled over to her, hand trying to grip his crotch through his diaper. “I hafta pee-pee!” He whimpered.
Sharon gently lifted him into her arms, careful not to jar his little bladder, and hurried to the bathroom with him. “Hold on, buddy, we’re almost there, but it’s okay if you don’t make it.” She checked his diaper when they reached the bathroom. “Good job, honey, you made it to the potty! Go ahead and pee-pee.” Luke didn’t have to be told twice, and his body shuddered and went limp against her as he let go. Sharon could hear a whizzing sound and felt his crotch grow warm against her hip as he wet his diaper. “That was close, huh? Try not to wait so long to tell me next time, okay?” She sat on the toilet lid and rubbed his back as he continued to wet himself. He was saturated by the time he was finished. “You had to potty really bad, didn’t you?” Sharon murmured. “Let’s go clean this wet bottom.” Luke shifted uncomfortably against her hip as she carried him to the living room, not liking how wet the cloth diaper made him feel. It felt good to lie down and have Sharon remove his soaked diaper and clean him up with a wet wipe. He was much more comfortable now with an empty bladder and a dry diaper and went back to playing with William.
Later that evening, Sharon was thrilled when Jake arrived. Luke was in her lap, and she shifted him to her hip as she stood up to hug Jake. Luke regarded him warily and lay on Sharon’s shoulder with his thumb in his mouth. “Honey, you remember Jake,” Sharon murmured. “You’ve seen him on Mommy’s phone and computer before when we FaceTime him.” Luke shrugged and buried his face into Sharon’s neck.
Jake retrieved a wrapped gift he’d brought in with him and held it out to Luke. “Maybe a present will help?”
Luke lifted his head, and his eyes lit up when he saw the gift. “What do you say?” Sharon prompted.
“Thank you,” Luke obediently replied as he took the package.
Sharon sat down with him in her lap and helped him open it. Luke grinned as he pulled a teddy bear out of the box and held it to his chest.
Jake handed Haley a smaller package. “Don’t worry, my girlfriend picked it out—but I did give my final approval.”
“Oh, wow. Thanks.” Haley opened the package and found a pair of earrings. “I love them.”
“Hey, Jake, my love can be bought, too,” Ryan spoke up.
Jake shook his head. “Sorry, you got your ‘welcome to the family’ gift a couple of years ago. You just have to put up with us now, gift-free.”
As their banter continued, Haley got up and quickly left the room, saying she was going to put her earrings away. From her urgent expression and hasty exit, Sharon would’ve guessed she was going to have a dirty diaper to change soon if Haley hadn’t had a messy one earlier that morning. She made a note to go check on her if she wasn’t back downstairs in a few minutes, but in the excitement of Jake being home, Sharon forgot until it was time for dinner and Haley wasn’t back. Worried now, she got dinner out of the oven, tasked Ryan and Jake with setting the table, and went upstairs to check on Haley. She was curled up on her bed and crying, and Sharon sat on her bed and pulled her into her arms. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” A slight odor told her that Haley did have another dirty diaper, and she felt bad for not coming to check on her sooner.
“Nothing. I mean, I don’t know. My stomach’s been hurting for most of the day, and then I was too embarrassed to go back downstairs to tell you I needed to be changed, but I don’t know why I’m crying over that, and, and—“
It’s okay, honey.” Sharon brushed Haley’s hair back from her face. “You can tell me when you don’t feel well, I could’ve given you something for your stomach if I’d known. Something you ate last night must’ve made it feel upset. I’m sorry I didn’t come up here sooner, but I didn’t think you’d have another dirty diaper so soon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Haley lay down on the floor, and Sharon pulled her leggings down and untaped her diaper. She was slightly alarmed when she saw a few streaks of blood in her soiled padding, but she quickly realized what the problem was. Haley hadn’t gotten her period since she’d been with Sharon, but she knew they could be spotty for a while and weren’t always regular for the first year or so. “Oh, Haley, you have your period. That’s why your stomach is upset and you’re a little emotional.”
“It’s about time,” Haley muttered.
“Is this your first one?”
Haley nodded. “Most of my friends have had theirs for months. I was kind of dreading it, but I felt like a freak for not having it yet.”
“You’re not a freak, honey, you had it right the first time. Your friends probably envied you for not having to deal with it yet. I was fourteen before I got mine for the first time. There’s no ‘right age’ for it.” Sharon gently cleaned her up and taped a clean diaper on her. “Let me know if you ever want to try tampons. Your period will probably be pretty light for a couple of months, but when it starts getting heavier, it might make your diaper uncomfortable, especially when you’re wet.” Sharon disposed of the diaper and washed her hands while Haley splashed water on her face and wiped her tears. “Do you have any questions?” Haley shook her head. Sharon gave her a hug and cupped her cheeks with her hands for a few moments. “Dinner’s ready. Let’s go eat.”
A couple of hours after dinner, Anne-Marie and William were gone, and Jake, Ryan, and Haley were watching a movie while Luke played with some of his toys. It was past his bedtime, but he hadn’t gotten cranky, so Sharon had let him stay up. “Come here, sweetheart,” she called when he started rubbing his eyes. Luke toddled over to her and climbed into her lap. Sharon pushed his hair away from his face and checked his diaper. He hadn’t pottied in a while, and she’d noticed him squirming a little as he played for the last few minutes. “Good job, buddy, you’re still dry! Do you have to pee-pee?” Luke yawned and nodded his head, fidgeting a little and pressing his hand into his crotch as the question brought his attention to his suddenly pressing need to go. “Can you hold it for a minute?” Sharon asked, standing up to take him to her bathroom to bathe him. She could tell he was trying to press his crotch against her hip to give his hand more pressure to keep his tinkle from coming out, so she held him a little more tightly against her to help him out.
“Yeah...” Luke answered a little uncertainly. His pee-pee wasn’t trying to come out yet, but it hurt, and he knew he didn’t have long before it started to slip out. Especially since he was so tired. He wanted to lie down against his mommy, but he was afraid he’d relax too much and wet his pants before they got to the potty if he did that. He concentrated on not wetting his diaper as Sharon swiftly carried him to the bathroom. “Hurry, Mommy,” he pleaded. A little spurt dampened his diaper on the way, but he had regained control by the time they got there.
Sharon hadn’t felt any warmth against her hip, and she could tell Luke was still struggling to hold it in, so she didn’t bother to check his diaper before telling him he could go potty. “All right, honey, you can go pee-pee now. Good job for making it to the potty!”
Luke immediately let go, and while the stream hadn’t started by itself, he didn’t have to put forth any effort at all to wet his diaper once he’d released his bladder. He let out a relieved sigh and went limp against Sharon, lying on her shoulder as he forcefully wet his diaper. He’d learned earlier that day that the cloth diapers weren’t quite as uncomfortable when he got to the potty in time to have to squeeze his tinkle out himself, but it felt really yucky when he couldn’t hold it and his pee-pee rushed out of him. He whimpered as his diaper grew wet and clammy around his penis and bottom.
“I know, honey, that doesn’t feel too good, does it?” Sharon asked sympathetically as she cradled him against her and sat down on the toilet lid. He’d gone limp in her arms, and the flowing sound hissing from his diaper told her that he’d been near his breaking point. She rubbed his back and gently rocked back and forth as his diaper rapidly grew warm against her lap. Since she’d let him stay up later than usual, she decided to skip the tell Mommy you have to go pee-pee before you’re about to go in your pants lecture. “Are you all done?” She asked a few moments after she heard the flood taper off. Luke nodded. “All right, but try to squeeze a little bit more out, just to make sure there aren’t any pee-pees left.”
Luke concentrated and pushed down, surprised when a little bit more trickled into his sodden diaper. “Okay, Mommy, all my pee-pee’s gone.”
Sharon started the bathwater and got a clean disposable diaper, a fresh pair of footie pajamas, and a towel before carefully removing Luke’s soaked diaper. She cleaned him up with a couple of wet wipes before pulling his shirt over his head and gently lifting him into the tub. Once he was clean, she got him out, dried him off, and laid him on the bathmat. After taping a dry diaper on him and zipping him into the cozy pajamas, she picked him up and carried him to the living room. Luke slipped his thumb into his mouth as he dropped his head to her shoulder. Sharon gave him a couple of sips of water before settling in the recliner to rock him to sleep. “Night-night, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Mommy loves you.”
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“Kayee, go take a seat while I check you in.” The nine year old girl nodded and made a dash for a pair of seats tucked away in the corner away from the others. She looked around the psych’s office glumly. Generic landscape pictures hung on the white walls, and the floors were covered with fake wooden planks instead of carpet. There was a table in the center of the room covered in People magazine’s and issues of Web Md’s. It wasn’t as child friendly as her normal doctors office, whose toy basket overflowed with germ ridden teddy bears and outdated hard cover I SPY books. This was a different kind of doctors office. This doctors office was for crazy people. Her head twitched as she wondered what they were going to do to her in there.
“Hi, we have a 10 o’clock to see Dr. Marzan.” Kaylee heard her mom say at the front counter.
“That’ll be a $60 co-pay.” The receptionist said back. Kaylee’s stomach dropped a little. Sixty bucks? Was that how much it cost her mom every time she took her to the doctor? She had been to the doctor a lot recently. Kaylee tried to do the math, but quickly gave up. Her head jerked violently to the side as she punched the air in front of her. The door opened and in walked a mother and a boy she guessed around five. She let out a bark followed by a high pitched whine. Kaylee saw the receptionist look up at her, before she looked away.
“You nervous?” Her mom asked as she took a seat next to her.
“A little,” Kaylee admitted. She grimaced before the muscles in her face finally relaxed. “IT’S TUESDAY!” She felt all eyes on her. What a stupid thing to yell. It was Friday.
“Oh, is it Tuesday now?” Her mom said. “Bummer, I had been looking forward to the weekend.”
“WEEKEND WEEKEND!” Kaylee yelled. “FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF!” She could feel her mom tense beside her.
“You are nervous.” Her mom stated matter of factly.
“Mrs. Shepard,” a voice called. Her mom stood and beckoned Kaylee to follow, but an elderly man held up a hand to stop her.
“I want to have a minute with your mom alone for a few minutes. How about you wait there and I’ll come call you when I’m ready for you.” Doctor Marzan said. Kaylee gulped. She didn’t like being alone in public.
“Here, “ Her mom said handing her something out of her purse. Kaylee’s heart soared as she took the red and black case. “Play with that until it’s time for you to come in.” Kaylee eager bounded back to her seat, all anxiety of being in the public eye long forgotten as she undid the zipper to reveal her Nintendo Switch.
Oh, I’ve missed you! Kaylee thought as she turned it on. She had gotten it taken away last week when her mom had been called to the principal's office to come pick her up. She hadn’t been in school since. She didn’t mind; she hated it there.
“SHUT UP!” Kaylee yelled into the quiet office as she tried to remember what she had been previously working on in Mario Odyssey. After only ten minutes of smashing through brick walls as a T-rex she felt the urge to shake her arm out. She tried her best to ignore it, but before she could stop herself, she let go of the Switch as she flapped her arm up and down. Kaylee let out a gasp as she helplessly watched her game tumble to the hardwood floor. She shot down out of her seat and scooped it up off the floor. There, impossible to ignore, was a big crack across the screen.
“No!” she whimpered. Her mom had specifically told her she wouldn’t buy her another if she ever broke it. She had only had it for three months! She hit the power button, relieved to see it come back on. She’d be in trouble for sure, but at least it still worked. She let out a loud series of barks as her neck twisted to the side.
“Mommy, why’s that girl barking?” The boy from earlier asked loud enough for Kaylee to hear. She could hear his mother quickly hush him.
“FUCK OFF! SHUT YOUR FAT ASS!” Kaylee yelled looking down at the screen. She gulped. She hadn’t meant to say it.
“Do not talk to my son that way!” the mother snapped. Kaylee looked up to see the lady glaring daggers at her. “I’m telling your mother you said that when she comes back out here!”
Kaylee’s heart dropped. “I-I didn’t mean too!” She tried to say “I have turnips!” She could feel her eyes begin to burn. It was like school all over again. Her face twisted into a snarl and she let out another quick succession of barks. Her hand shot up and punched herself in the face.
“David, let’s move.” the other lady said. She grabbed her sons wrist and pulled him as far away from Kaylee as she could get. She dropped her voice, but Kaylee could still here her say, “She’s obviously not all there.”
Tears pricked her eyes as her vision began to blur. Her hands shot up, her neck craned as she yelled. “PEANUT BUTTER!” She hated being in public alone.
“Kaylee, we’re ready for you. “ Her mom called. Kaylee looked up, tears still streaming her cheeks. “What’s wro-” Her mom begun to ask before stopping and spying the cracked device clutched in her daughter’s hands. “I told you to be careful with that!” her mom said in a disgusted tone. Kaylee shrunk back. She let out several barks, shook her head from side to side, and her body pushed.
“No!” Kaylee thought, suddenly frozen. Not again! She could feel warm liquid beginning to pool under her. Her body stopped pushing and she frantically clutched herself to stop the leaking.
Her mom threw her hands in the air and let out a grunt of exasperation.“See this is what I was talking about!” She half yelled to the doctor. “She pees herself almost every time she gets in trouble!” Kaylee’s face burned. Did she have to say it in front of everyone?
Doctor Marzan pushed his hands out and lowered them gently down as a signal to calm down. “Let me talk with her alone.” Kaylee sniffled and wiped her runny nose down her arm as she waddled down the hall in semi wet pants. Once they were in the back, he led her to the bathroom so she could finish peeing and clean herself up. She threw her wet underwear in the trash can and scrubbed at her pants with a wet paper towel. Once she re-emerged, she followed the Dr to a room and took a seat across from his desk.
“So your mom tells me you’ve been getting in some trouble at school.” He said. Kaylee nodded. Her left eye twitched. “You want to tell me in your own words what happened?”
“I kicked this guy Jake in the nuts.” She mumbled.
“And why did you do that?”
“He was making fun of my turnips, him and his friends.” She admitted.
“Turnips?”
“The noises I make and all the… “she waved her hands in the air for emphasis.
“Oh, the tourette's. I see”
“Yeah, that thing. I always get the name wrong.” she said with a shrug. Her arm jerked out to the side.
“So what kinds of things do they say to you?” he asked as he took notes.
She shrugged. “They copy me, call me a freak. Tell me I need to be in the retard class.”
“Do your teachers know they do this?”
“Yeah, but she doesn’t care. She usually just sends me to the office.”
“Wait, your teacher sends you to the office when they pick on you? Why?”
“She doesn’t like my tics. Or me.” Kaylee said before letting out a loud grunt.
“Why do you say she doesn’t like you?”
“Another teacher told me to hand my teacher a stack of handouts. She was in the teacher’s lounge and FUCK OFF, sorry.” she said. He nodded to her to continue. “Well when I opened the door I heard her in there talking about me to the other teachers. She-She...She said she wished I wasn’t in her class because I was annoying and that I needed to be in the specials needs department.”
“That must have been hard to hear. Did your tics get worse after that?” Kaylee shrugged.
“I don’t want to be in special needs.” She said feeling a tear fall down her face. “I’m not stupid.”
“Being in a special needs classroom doesn’t make you stupid.” He said.
“I was normal last year and then.” She shrugged and threw her hands up.
“Well, sometimes tics can manifest after a stressful event. Did anything happen differently this school year compared to last?”
“We moved.” Kaylee said after a pause. “That’s about it.”
“Being in a new environment can be stressful. Did you leave behind friends?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you have any friends in the school you were going to?” Dr Marzan asked.
“Yeah, back in Texas.”
“No, I mean here in this last one.”
“Not in the school I’m going to now. I’m…” Kaylee paused. “Not very popular.” She trailed off.
“Do you know why you’re not in school right now?”
Kaylee shook her head. She didn’t know, she was just happy she wasn’t there.
“You were expelled for attacking another student. Jake you said his name was. I need to know, do you ever have thoughts of hurting other people? Even the ones who deserve it?”
Kaylee shook her head. So that’s why her mom was so mad at her this week. She had gotten expelled. “He dared me to hit him, so I did.”
“You said earlier it was because he was making fun of you.”
“He was, they were, “ She tried to say thinking of how to explain. “I was having punching tics, while they were standing around me.” She demonstrated by punching the air. “So they started laughing and egging me on to hit him. Said they’d give me a free shot, then Jake said I was too retarded to even land a hit and… yeah. That’s when a teacher saw me.”
“Do you think they wanted you to hit him because they saw the teacher coming and wanted to get you in trouble?”
“Yes.”
“So you don’t normally want to hurt anyone?”
“No.”
“What about yourself? Do you ever want to hurt yourself?”
“No, I don’t want to, but sometimes I do anyway. My hand hits my face. I feel this pressure sometimes and it’s like, I have to.”
“We call that a premonitory urge. Do you feel this urge with all your tics?”
“Sometimes, but when they’re strong I don’t feel anything. It just happens. Like when I yell. I feel a pressure in my throat, but I don’t know what’s going to come out.”
“I want to ask you about one more thing before I invite your mom to come back in.” Kaylee nodded. “Tell me about the accidents.”
Kaylee blushed. “It’s like the other stuff.”
“What do you mean? It’s like a tic? You’re mom is concerned you might have been acting up for attention or something.”
“No!” Kaylee insisted. “I- I can’t control it! When I tic, sometimes my body pushes without meaning too.”
“And that makes you pee?”
“Yes,” Kaylee blushed before letting out a bark. “I don’t do it on purpose. It’s like when I say stuff, or rock my head side to side. Sometimes It just pushes.”
“I see, well how often does this happen? Once a day? Once a week?”
“Umm, well, lately a couple times a day.” Kaylee admitted. “My mom gets really mad when it happens.”
“Wouldn’t it be more convenient if you wore some kind of absorbent pad or something?”
“I guess.” She said with a shrug.
“So how about you wait out front while I talk to your mom one more time?”
“Okay.” she said getting up to leave.
“Oh, and Kaylee.” She looked up and met his gaze. “You’re not a freak.” |
I posted this in the other category as well, but I would like it to get as much readership as possible, if that's okay.
So, this is something that happened to me when I was a teenage, working at a Japanese restaurant/sushi that had just recently opened in my little New England town. The restaurant's funding had been assembled by three gentlemen, Clarke, a middle aged, white businessmen, along with a couple older Japanese gentlemen who worked at the restaurant as the sushi chefs. A Japanese restaurant was a novelty in our town, and as we also had a full liquor bar, the place was quite a hit within just two or three months.
It was my first job. I was only a teenager, in my second year of high school, and I was eager to work. At first, the job itself was rather slow, but I didn't mind, for I found myself surrounded for the first time with the beautiful Asian American girls who worked as waitresses at the restaurant. Prior to working there, I'd never payed much mind to Asian women, I had been naturally more attracted to white girls only since they were the majority of the girls in my town, but with this job, I quickly developed "Asian Fever" as I called it, or, a nearly fetishistic obsession with beautiful Asian women, that I developed nearly overnight.
If you'd worked at this place, it was easy to see why. I was a teenaged boy, still a virgin at the time, and my hormones were raging at that phase in my life with animalistic ferocity. I was almost ashamed that I had taken to watching strictly Asian porn as a result of the effect that the beautiful Asian girls at the restaurant had on my young adolescent being. Let me describe the working atmosphere just a little bit more descriptively for you.
The hostess at our restaurant was a beautiful, tanned, Japanese American girl named Helen, late 20s, and boy was Helen an absolute knockout! Helen's face was supremely beautiful in a very sexy, sultry way. Helen was thick and curvaceous in just the right places, thicker than any Asian girl I'd ever seen in real life or even on the internet. I normally had thought of Asian girls as being extremely thin, and while Helen was thin-waisted, nothing else about this Japanese beauty was thin. Helen's ass absolutely could have been nominated to be considered an official Wonder of the World. She had an enormous, perfectly round behind that jutted out behind her oh-so-enticingly. Up top she had two, big beautiful round breasts, easily D-cups, that loved to jiggle and bounce when she strolled through the main dining room to seat people. Added to this was the fact that her signature outfit was a tiny, jet-black miniskirt that ended just barely below her crotch in front and just barely managed to cover that, beautiful round derriere that jutted out behind her. Up top, she always wore cleavage revealing tops that the old businessmen would drunkenly ogle as they sipped their drinks, waiting in Helen's foyer, to be seated. And that skirt, that ridiculous miniskirt revealed Helen's thick, beautifully toned, tanned, Japanese legs to scandalous levels. In fact, Helen's skirt was so small that often, when she would stroll across the entire length of the dining room to seat a family, by the time she made it to her table, her skirt would ride up far enough, that she would then have to step back into the kitchen (next to where I washed dishes!!!) and quickly pull her skirt back down, lest she show any lucky customers her pantied crotch or the bottoms of her luscious, beautiful butt cheeks. She would tug her skirt back down in one quick motion, smiling innocently at me as she did so, as if not suspecting that I was going home every night with an uncontrollable hard on that I'd take care of quickly thinking of her, or that I always wished I could catch her just once to see what sort of panties she wore underneath that black, micro skirt. After adjusting her skirt, she would stride through the kitchen, back out to the foyer, as the entire male cooking staff would drink in the image of her lovely bottom, shashaying left and right as she made her way through the room. There was an Asian model she reminded me of, but I couldn't place who it was, Suki Herrera?
Jenny was a Laotian American girl, early 20s, pretty faced, and very thin. She was thin enough apparently not to believe her lovely, perky, B-Cup tits needed a bra, and so she often wore thin cotton blouses that her lovely nipples loved to poke against for the world to see. This had never been a problem until the night that she was bumped into from behind by a customer, while she poured people glasses of water, and this resulted in her spilling water on her chest, and, to my mind, absolutely winning the non-existent wet-tshirt contest of the night. When she stepped back into the kitchen after soaking her shirt, my breathing quickened, my eyes widened, and my dick stiffened at the unbelievably sexy sight before me. Her think, white, cotton blouse had become entirely translucent and clung to beautiful B-Cup tits as though they were her skin, and revealed the entire shape and color of them, her beautiful dark nipples standing to attention. I couldn't believe my eyes, and was incredibly turned on when she walked right up to me with her beautiful breasts on display and asked me, seemingly non-chalantly, "How bad is the damage?". With a hard cock, and stammering, nervous, shakey breath, I could only reply, "It's...not bad" when, just then, our attractive, but stern, Asian American manager Sara walked up and said,
"I've got an extra blaser in the car that you can wear. Let me go get it."
Jenny stood, in more ways than one (hard nipples) next to me until Sara returned with her extra blazer, and I stood there, unbearably turned on, dying to suck on Jenny's perfect little tits, as I continued with my work and tried to to stare at her.
Sara, our manager, early 30s, was attractive enough, but very stern and always tried to keep a professional air about her as she worked. She had a pretty face, and wore glasses along with woman's business suits, this almost had the effect of making her look like a sexy librarian, especially the thick black-rimmed spectacles she wore over her eyes, but, as she was my boss and had a reputation for being very stern and business oriented, I had developed sort of a mental block against seeing her as being very attractive.
Cali was our bartender, and I really liked Cali, not so much in a "sex symbol" sort of way, more in a maternal sense, if you will. She was attractive enough, had a cute behind, and a pair of C-Cup (I think) tits to boot, but she had always gone out of her way to be a "good influence" on me whenever we interacted. I think because she was older than me, married, and planned to have kids, this cause her to sort of slip into "wise, responsible, caring adult, mode" around me. This even went so far as to her putting out a cigarette she'd been smoking when I pulled into the parking lot on way ready to work. "Never smoke." she told me. Little did she know I was smoking copious amounts of marijuana during that phase of my life. I liked Cali and felt comfortable talking to her about issues that had been troubling me. I had even confided to her that I hadn't had a lot of experience with girls and was still a virgin. She was very understanding about it, and I didn't feel embarrassed around her at all.
When Cali got pregnant however, everybody saw her differently, for her figure underwent a massive transformation, her butt swelled up and pushed tight against her pants, her belly swelled up as well, obviously, and her tits, those glorious breasts she had seemed to inflate like water balloons. Cali didn't, however, buy any new clothing to accomodate her new proportions, and so her body was squeezed into her tiny outfit in scandalous ways, which she seemed not to notice. The entire male staff noticed however, and we often had to stifle coughs when Cali walked through the room, her huge ass, her bouncing glorious tits in her small, cleavage revealing top. Once, Clarke rounded a corner to quickly and ran right into her and without thinking blurted out, "Thank god for airbags right?!" as he bumped right into her big breasts. Then, embarrassed at what he'd said he asked, "How's the baby coming along Cali?" I'd never known a pregnant lady could be so sumptuously sexy, as Cali was.
These were the circumstances of our wonderful Japanese restaurant.
All of the employees had to share a single, "employee bathroom" which was a tiny room, about 5 by 6 feet in size, had a single toilet, a large, industrial sized plastic sink, and a couple of large mirrors on the walls. Clarke, the restaurant's owner forbid us from using the customer restrooms, claiming that it would seem unprofessional for customers to see us in the restroom and might even somehow "break the illusion/ambience of the dining experience" for them. And this worked out fine in the beginning, when the restaurant had just opened, and so wasn't busy, but after a couple months, when the restaurant's popularity blew up (I think because of the gorgeous girls working there, at least in part) we would be so busy, especially on weekends that there were a few times when on of the girls would quickly rush past me and my co-dishwasher John, uttering something like, "Gotta go!", or "Fuck, I have to pee!", and once, when the employee bathroom was occupied, I even saw one of the girls, Jenny, resort to holding her crotch as she danced subtly outside the bathroom. This is actually what awoke my desperation fetish, something I didn't even know existed until that point.
The restaurant's popularity grew and grew, and the owner, Clarke, didn't understand the concept of "over-seating" and so, the girls were often overworked, distressed, and as I began to witness more and more, pushed increasingly to their, and their bladder's, limits.
So, as we now often were extremely busy on Friday nights, it wasn’t a rare sight to see a pretty Asian girl rushing past me to get back to the employees toilet, that small, dinky little bathroom with it's single toilet, it's big plastic sink, it's oddly placed mirrors.
This night, however, this lucky summer night, had a lot more in store for me, for reasons that defy explanation. It was just somehow the perfect storm of sexy Asian female piss desperation.
The dinner shift had started at four that afternoon and by seven o’clock, the restaurant was slammed. We were all sweating in the kitchen with the effort it took to keep up with our work load, and a small degree of panic was visible in everybody’s eyes as we slaved away. Overall, there was something exhilarating about being so busy, like we were truly earning our keep at the town ‘s most popular restaurant, though there were moments when the stress was too much, and even made us a bit snappy at each other.
At about seven o’clock, it had been three hours into the shift, and I could feel my bladder start to twinge with a growing need to urinate. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one however, for at just about 7:05 or so, Helen, our oh-so-curvy hostess quickly rounded the corner and my eyes grew wide with what I saw. At first, it was just the tell-tale jiggling of cleavage that I saw as she brushed past me with jerky movements and shaky breath.
“Oh my godddd...” I heard her loudly exclaim.
As I looked up, I saw a sight that I will never forget. Her breasts were nearly bouncing out of her low-cut top as she walked, nearly ran, up to the counter next to my sink and struggled with shaking hands to set down a couple of wine glasses without breaking them. Both of her hands then immediately flew to her crotch as she reached for her pussy, making her ridiculously short mini skirt fly up, past the restraint of her gloriously large, round, behind. Her face had a look of extreme distress, her eyes were snapped shut and her mouth hung open, and, for the first time, I, always curious about what sort of underwear our sexy fox of a hostess liked to wear, got an eyeful of her sexy black underwear as she rushed quickly by. In fact, thanks to her frantic crotch grabbing, her skirt had flung completely above her butt, revealing her sexy, black, lacy underwear, clinging tightly upon two of the most gloriously toned butt cheeks that I’d ever seen, in real life or even in porn. It was then that I remembered that it was Annie Thao, an asian model, that Helen’s figure reminded me of. Helen’s beautiful ass, those womanly, globular orbs of flesh jiggled and bounced as she ran past me to the employee bathroom. My dick immediately began to grow stiff. Her entire ass was exposed, save for the underwear, and I looked over to see if John had also seen what I had seen. When I looked over however, John was nowhere to be seen. “Poor him” I thought to myself as I couldn’t believe my luck at seeing our busty hostess lose all sense of composure as she was obviously dying for a piss.
“Oh come on, please hurry!” I suddenly heard Helen exclaim, and I looked over to see her urgently stepping from foot to foot in the small hallway just outside the employee bathroom, and I realized at once that the tiny employee bathroom must currently have been occupied by John.
“Oh goddd, oh my goddd!” Helen exclaimed as she proceeded to prance her shakey,, toned, tan legs up and down the small hallway just outside the bathroom, the clacking of her high heels on the tile floor loud and pronounced. Her hands still clung tightly to her black pantied crotch, and when she turned so she was facing away from me, her big, round, beautiful butt quivered with her frantic steps as she struggled to keep from wetting her tiny panties just before my eyes. I just couldn’t believe my luck!!! This girl was the “hot girl” among our workplace, and she was only one among many beauties.
“Oh my goddd...oh my goddd...” she continually muttered to herself as she pranced to and fro, fingers clinging to her crotch.
“What’s going on here?” asked the owner Clarke as he approached the scene of the desperate muttering.
“I’m sorry, I just need to piss so badly, god it’s slammed out there. I really need to pissssss....” Helen moaned with embarrassed, desperate defeat in her voice, as she quickly tugged her skirt down over her beautiful behind with her left hand, obviously not wanting to show off her gorgeous ass to Clarke, while her right hand never strayed from her crotch.
Finally, the bathroom door opened and John ambled from the bathroom as Helen exclaimed,
“Oh come on!” and pushed her way past him, slamming the door behind her so fast it bounced back open, and Helen frantically fiddled with the lock, as Clarke, as if at a loss for words, just responded to the whole scene with,
“I’ll watch the front til you get back out there Helen.” just as my dish machine finished and went quiet.
Through the vent above me, I heard a long, drawn out, “Ooooaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...” emitted from Helen’s mouth, that coincided with the sound of deep, powerful, thunderous pissing, as the liquid surged from Helen’s most private region, down into the water below.
“Oh my godddddd....” I heard her mutter desperately through the vent, and she continued to whimper strained, desperate whimpers, “aaaahhhh”s and such as her bladder continued to empty itself with unbelievable volume and force into the water below. I was nearly entranced with the sound of it, when abruptly, my trance was broken when John asked,
“What was Helen’s problem dude?”
Helen had stopped moaning by then, but her urination still continued in a steady stream.
“She really needed to pee dude. I think she was about to piss herself right in front of me, man. You shouldn’t take so long in the bathroom texting.” I said to John, feeling genuine empathy for Helen, seeing her in that desperate a condition.
“Damn.” John replied in his usual, monotone way.
Just then, the oh-so-gloriously pregnant Cali trounced quickly across the kitchen towards the employee bathroom, and arriving at it, proceeded to attempt to open the door, her breasts bouncing as she backed quickly away from the locked door and looked up at the clock. It was about 7:15 by this point. She looked quickly back at the restroom and paused for a moment before walking away, back out to the bar.
Just as she left the room, the employee bathroom door opened up and Helen emerged from it, breathing a big sigh. She looked relieved but exhausted, and a bit red in the face. Her skirt was back in it’s normal position (which is to say, about an inch below her crotch in front and just barely covering the bottoms of her ass in back) and she strode confidently, with normal steps, down the kitchen and back out to the front desk while the entire male staff in back, alerted once again by the clacking of her heels, watched her bottom sway left and right as she walked out of the room.
“There you go Helen!” Brian, one of the fry cooks called out to her with ambiguous meaning as she left the room.
“She’s so fucking hot dude.” John said, watching her as she left.
“Yeah, she sure is man.” I responded, my head still buzzing from the sheer sexiness of Helen’s burlesque show of desperation in the hallway as well as her subsequent moaning and Niagara Falls soundtrack I was treated to through the vent. “Could it really be this busy?”, I thought to myself, briefly reliving the memory of what I’d just witnessed, my dick now fully erect.
It was my turn to bring the glass rack out to the bar now and I picked it up and made my way through the kitchen, carrying a full rack of glasses. I was treated to a quick sliver of Helen’s gorgeously tanned, Japanese legs through a crack in the curtain that led out to the front desk. I could hear the noisy chattering coming from the sea of customers inhabiting the restaurant that night, loud, joyous, and full of sushi and alcohol.
I turned to the right doorway to make my way into the bar, and as I passed through the curtain, I was greeted with the sight of the top of Cali’s pink, HelloKitty underwear, visible just above the top of her black pants, pulled tight across her wonderfully large, still sexy, bottom. Her heaving cleavage bounced vigorously in her tight top as she shook up a cocktail in her cocktail shaker for a customer. Her bar was full, and one drunken businessman-looking guy watched her shake her drink (and a lot else) and exclaimed suddenly,
“Well I think I like you even better pregnant, Cali!”
Cali smiled as she poured the drink before asking,
“What does that mean?”
“Oh I don’t know.” the guy uttered and laughed to his buddies. He knew, and I knew, and I couldn’t blame him, there was something absolutely, sumptuously sexy about the swollenness of Cali’s pregnant figure, with her beautifully round butt pushing out tight against her pants and her jello-like breasts wiggling in her top as she tended her bar and made her drinks. Still, sexy as she was now, I couldn’t help but feel a little protective over her as she had always been so kind to me and now that she was pregnant as well, I couldn’t help but feel slightly angry at the drunken guy who’d made the comment, and slightly guilty myself for also ogling Cali’s pregnant curves.
I set the glass rack down behind the bar and as I turned to go back to the kitchen, I saw that Cali was stepping from foot to foot as she entered something in the computer behind her bar. She looked almost frantic for a pee herself, and I felt even guiltier as I felt my dick twitch and start to stiffen again at the he sight of yet another desperate woman. The restaurant was just too damn busy tonight for anybody to have time enough to use the restroom, but I felt especially bad for Cali, a pregnant woman who clearly needed to relieve herself.
She continued to step from foot to foot as I made my way past her, back to the kitchen. The cooks were all working their asses off and the smell of food was delicious as I crossed the kitchen back to my sink station.
“It’s fucking slammed out there man.” I said to John, who was busy scrubbing pans with steel wool scrubbies.
“Yeah man I can fucking tell, we’re slammed back here.” he replied.
Jenny just then quickly rounded the corner. She had on a not-very-revealing black sweater on that night, and her usually perky, pokey nipples were not at all on display, but her cute, pretty face was still a sight for sore eyes.
“Can you please help me?” she said with an anxious tone in her voice, and when I looked up to see what was the matter, I saw that there was nowhere for her to set down the wine glasses she was carrying, as the counter next to my sink was completely full of dishes.
“I can’t wait.” She said, and set the glasses on top of a stack of plates. One of the glasses fell, however, and shattered with a crash as it hit the ground.
“Fuck!” She said loudly, and so I smiled, and shushed her lightly.
“Can you get this, I’ve gotta go...No I’ve got it, just get this counter cleared, I’ll go get the broom and dustpan!” she said. She went to grab the broom and dustpan, and I warned people not to step on the broken glass. When she got back with the broom she started hastily sweeping at the broken glass.
“Slow down, you’re missing the dustpan.” I said to her. Her legs were moving around frantically, she too stepped from foot to foot. Sensing what was the matter, I asked, “Do you want me to do this while you go to the bathroom?”
“No, I’m fine. I need the bathroom, yes, but I can finish this.” She dumped some glass into the garbage can and continued sweeping. Suddenly she dropped the metal dustpan with a loud clang, and her right hand flew to her crotch.
“Oh my god I need to pee, I really have to go I’m sorry I’ll finish this in a moment.” she said breathlessly. And with that, hand still on her crotch, she rushed quickly over to the employee bathroom and slammed the door behind her. I didn’t get to hear very much as I’d just put another rack into the dish machine and it was doing it’s loud work while Jenny was in the restroom. I decided to help her out and finish sweeping the broken glass since she obviously was very busy, too busy to get a chance until now to relieve herself, and surely had to get back out to her tables when she was done in the bathroom.
While she was still in the bathroom however, Cali comes rushing down the kitchen towards me and turned when she reached the bathroom door. Grabbing the door knob and pushing, she was again frustrated at finding it locked.
“Oh what the hell is going on back here? The pregnant lady really needs the bathroom people!” she yelled.
Cali leaned against the wall, crossed her arms across her enlarged bosom, and bounced on the spot. She smiled at John, not realizing that he was absolutely drinking in the image of her jiggling cleavage and her thick, bouncing thighs. As I finished sweeping up the glass, I felt bad for Cali, but, she hadn’t yet resorted to the desperate antics of Helen, or now Jenny, both of whom had been desperate enough to need to actually grab at their pussies, presumably so as not to piss themselves!!! Maybe Cali wasn’t quite so desperate yet, after all, they say just the tiniest amount of urine in a pregnant woman’s bladder can feel like a lot more than it really is, with the baby situated near a woman’s bladder region.
“Sorry for yelling, I just really need to relieve myself.” Cali said to John and I, as we were situated closest to the employee bathroom.
“Oh fuck it, I don’t have time!” Cali said as she rushed back out towards her bar. She left just a moment to soon, however, as just then the bathroom door opened, Jenny emerged, and walked back over towards my station.
“I finished cleaning the glass, I’ll put the broom away just go back to your tables.”
“Really?! But you’re busy too! I’m so sorry, you didn’t have to do that, I just really needed to pee, I hadn’t had a chance all night.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” I said, and Jenny went back out to the dining room. “Man what a fucking night.” I thought to myself. Normally I’d be lucky to see a girl desperate for a piss once in a blue moon, never mind several in the same night. I looked over at John, who stood close to his sink, I think probably to hide his own erection, and I intuited that perhaps he also had a desperation fetish, or perhaps was discovering that he did tonight.
Finally, still needing to pee myself, I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom myself now. While I was in the tiny employee bathroom, with its single toilet, it’s big plastic sink, and it’s oddly arranged mirrors, I struggled for a long moment to pee as my dick was still rock hard owing to the unbelievably sexy occurrences of the night, several stunningly gorgeous Asian girls dying for a piss all at once.
When I was finally able to go, it took me about forty seconds to empty myself (long time, especially for me) and halfway through it, somebody knocked loudly on the door. I finally finished and opened the door to see our bespectacled, pretty, but stern, manager Sara, waiting outside with an annoyed look on her face.
“Can I please have a turn now?” she said with annoyance, and I noticed her subtly stepping from foot to foot.
“Can I wash my hands first?” I asked.
Perhaps wanting to remain professional, or perhaps realizing she really had no cause for annoyance at me, her annoyed expression quickly turned to one of understanding and she answered,
“Yes, please do.”
I turned around and made my way to the sink, to wash my hands, and I realized, that where the mirror was situated, I could see Sara reflected in it, still stepping from foot to foot subtly, arms crossed tightly across her chest. As I turned on the tap however, her movements instantly became far less subtle. When the running water of the sink hit her eardrums, “Oh!” she exclaimed quietly, her eyes growing wide. She immediately bent at the knees, and her left hand flew quickly to her crotch. I turned back round to face her.
“I’m sorry?” I said, pretending not to have heard her (as though she’d said something important), and seeing me, see her, my manager, who had always made an effort to be professional, now bent over with her hand squeezing desperately through her pantsuit pants at her pussy, she blushed a deep red with embarrassment and quickly removed her hand from her crotch and exclaimed in a whimpering voice,
“Nothing, please hurry.”
“What was that?” I said, feigning ignorance, the tap water still running strong, apparently a little too strong, as just then, she couldn’t prevent her left hand from flying back to her crotch as her knees bent again and her face looked inflamed with distress.
“Please, I’m dying to pee!” She snapped, glowering at me, with anger in her eyes. This was the first time I’d ever seen Sara break her professional composure in any way, and here she was, my stern, but attractive manager, stammering from foot to foot frantically, with her hand clutching at her crotch through her pants.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.” I said, as I turned the tap off and began to dry my hands with paper towels (a pointless move considering I was going back to wash dishes).
“Oh, please hurry!” She said quietly in a whiny voice, and just as I stepped out, she rushed in past me and fiddled frantically with the screwy metal lock in the workout doorknob. As soon as I got back to my dish station, I heard a loud, seemingly passionate, by the sound of it,
“Oooohhhhhhhhh....oh god yessssssss...ahhhhhhh...” accompanied once again by the loud, thunderous sound of pressurized liquid on liquid, being emitted from the greatest place on earth (and my manager’s!!!) into the toilet bowl beneath. She carried on like that for a while before finishing up with a trickle, washing her hands and exiting. She walked up to me, and I expected her to still be angry, but instead she just looked embarrassed and blushed as she said,
“I’m sorry I snapped at you. As I’m sure you noticed, I needed the restroom quite urgently, and I took it out on you. It won’t happen again.”
“It’s not a problem.” I said, and then, as she walked away, testing my luck, I said,
“Maybe Clarke ought to invest in a second employee bathroom.”
“Ha! Yeah, and then maybe I won’t almost piss myself in front of my dishwasher.” She then laughed out loud and smiled at me saying,” Did I really just say that?” before walking back out to the dining room. Wow, decorum flies right out the window when people are desperate for the toilet, I thought. What a strange, but fortunate, night it was.
But little did I know, the best was still to come.
About five minutes later, Jacob, another of the cooks, made his way to the employee bathroom as there was a slight lull in the cooking order flow. “Watch those two pans” he said to the other cooks. “I’m gonna be a minute.” It was still pretty busy for us dishwashers however, and I continued to spray at the plates with my power hose and John scrubbed and sprayed the pans behind me. As I stood there doing my work, joking with Jenny momentarily about not breaking any more glasses tonight, I realized that I’d entirely forgotten about Cali. She must be absolutely bursting by now, I thought.
About a minute or two after Jacob had entered the bathroom, my intuitions proved to be correct. Cali comes rushing through the kitchen with stiff, quick steps and makes her way immediately to the bathroom. Realizing it’s locked, she immediately jams her hand in her crotch and leans hard against the hallway wall, bending at the knees.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I’m going to piss myself. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
Her eyes are jammed tightly shut, her mouth hangs open, muttering in a strained, whimpering voice, and her hand is buried deep in her crotch. Just then, the dish machine finishes it’s cycle, and Cali’s ears are left with nothing but the loud, high pitched, metallic tinkling sound of John’s hose as he sprays his fry pans clean.
“Oh god, could you please stop that for a second?! Please, I really don’t want to wet myself, oh godddd” she exclaims desperately at John who then abruptly stops what he’s doing, absorbing the full reality of Cali’s plight. Standing upright from the wall, both hands clutching her pussy, she begins to pace to and fro, up and down the little hallway just outside the employee bathroom. She then pounds on the bathroom door.
“Please hurry up in there!” she yells as she continued to pace the hallway. With both hands squeezing her crotch tightly, she was pulling the material of her pants tightly enough against her gloriously round butt cheeks that the fabric had become somewhat see-through, and I could clearly make out the HelloKittys on her pink panties beneath. Oh to be one of those cartoon cats at that moment, clinging to Cali’s beautiful derrière, or perhaps being clawed to death by her fingernails around front as they squeezed her straining little pussy, trying to hold back the floodgates... Hands glued to her crotch, breasts jiggling with her every frantic step, I feel like my dick is just about to tear through my pants, throbbing in arousal at what I’m seeing. I could tell that John was clearly aroused too, and was doing everything he could to hide it as he huddled close to his sink.
“Oh god, what’s he doing in there?!!!” Cali then yelled, at nobody in particular. Seeing us watching her, her voice broke, and it almost seemed as if she might cry as she said to us,
“I’m sorry, I’m just so desperate to peeeeee........”
“Just go out back there, in the fucking parking lot.” John said, seeming to actually want to help Cali.
“Too many people!” she exclaimed, “oh god I swear I’ve got two more minutes and that’s fucking it!” She yelled as she proceeded back through the kitchen, willing her hands away from her crotch as she did. Holy shit, I thought to myself, what the in the actual fuck was going on tonight? Why all at once? Was it really this much extra busier tonight? I was thinking these thoughts, willing away my erection with my mind before any of the girls were to notice me, when suddenly Clarke called out to me, from across the kitchen,
“Alex, fill up the mop bucket, we’ve got a big spill in Cali’s bar!” Jesus Christ, did she fucking piss herself? I thought. I quickly learned she hadn’t, thank god, as I then heard Clarke mutter with annoyance, “A full fucking bottle of wine, broken and fucking wasted.” Just a bottle of wine, I thought. Jacob just exited the bathroom, and I grabbed the mop bucket and carried it back to the employee bathroom, and began to fill it up with floor cleaner. Just as it was filled, the bathroom door bursts open behind me and even slams me in the elbow.
“Ow! Fuck!” I exclaimed, and as I turned, I saw that it was Cali,
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” she’s repeating, desperately pulling her pants down, her beautiful, naked butt cheeks now fully exposed to my shocked, but horny eyes. Shutting the door behind her, not taking the time to fiddle with the lock, the door swings back open slightly, and as she notices me, she quickly covers her now naked pussy with her hands, while clawing at it desperately, her beautiful jet-black pubic hairs visible between her fingers.
“GET OUT!!!!” she yells at me angrily. As I move to open the door however, she must have realized that she didn’t have second to spare and so she kicks the door shut and exclaims desperately,
“JUST SHUT UP AND TURN AROUND AND DON’T LOOK!!!! And turn on the sink...please...I don’t want you to hear me!!!”
She said this last part with great embarrassment as she stood there with her pants down at her ankles, her naked thighs quivering, her big beautiful ass exposed to me, her hands buried in her crotch. I felt positively like I was going to come in my pants right then and there, I’d never even seen a naked woman in real life up to that point in my life, and now here was Cali, a grown woman with her pants down, our sexy bartender, unintentionally exposing herself to her high school attending dish washer as she struggled not to piss all over herself in front of me. As I turned around to the sink, I saw immediately that I could see her in the mirror, and she didn’t even know it. She still stood there, with pussy-clutching fingers, big ass quivering, eyes squeezed shut in despair.
“Turn on the fucking sink loud! Right now! Oh god I don’t want you to hear me pissssss…”
This was a far cry from the kind, caring, maternal Cali that I always knew. I turned on the sink, but there was almost no water pressure at all, probably owing to John using his spray hose at his sink, or maybe he had the dish machine running at the same time.
The water came from the faucet in just a tiny little trickle and poured down into the mop bucket, already filled with floor cleaner solution, still in the sink below. The resulting trickle, the sound of water on water, echoing off the plastic mop bucket sides, proved to be too much for Cali and she exclaimed,
“Ohhh myyy godddd, What the fuuuuuckkkkkk!” as she plopped herself down on to the toilet bowl, her just a foot or so behind me, and let loose a thundering torrent of piss into the toilet below her, the noise and volume of which was about ten times that of the faucet trickling into the mop bucket.
“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...oohhhh my gooooooooddddddddddddd.....” she exclaimed, and I watched in the mirror as her beautiful pussy issued a torrent of piss with the pressure of a fireman’s hose straight into the toilet bowl. My dick was dripping with precum, straining hard against my underwear as I looked further up in the mirror and saw her breasts heaving with her breathing and then the look on her face, that look, words can’t describe the expression of relief on Cali’s exhausted face, except to compare it to the look on the sculpted face of Bernini’s Ecstasy of Saint Teresa...
Just then, the door, never fully closed was pushed open and Clarke unexpectedly got an eyeful of delicious pregnant Cali, pissing her heart out.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeease....” she cried desperately as she pushed the door closed again with her foot. Cali continued to moan and whimper desperate whimpers of relief and her stream, now about forty seconds in, was showing no signs of letting up. Still thundering heavily and powerfully into the bowl, I nearly unconsciously reached and touched myself through my pants, feeling my painful erection embarrassingly close to cumming in my pants. I just couldn’t help it, I’d never been so ridiculously, unbearably, turned on in my entire, teenaged, hormone-raging life. I squeezed my cock quickly through my pants as I looked in the mirror and saw that Cali was looking at me in the mirror and could see exactly what I was doing with myself. Embarrassed, I quickly pulled my hand away, but my rock hard cock was now caught in a painful position in my underwear.
“Agh!” I said in pain as I buckled my hips to try to get more comfortable. Looking at my painful struggle, eyes flicking down to my swollen member straining against my pants, Cali asked me,
“You need to do something about that?” as she still pissed noisily.
“I’m sorry.” I said as I quickly reached down into my pants and adjusted my swollen cock do that it no longer hurt where it was.
“Did I do that?” she asked, her gaze still fixated on my crotch.
“I’m sorry.” Was all I could muster, humiliated, but in spite of myself, I was lightheaded now with deep, animalistic arousal still hearing Cali’s thunderous stream, and when I glanced once more into the mirror and saw once more her massive swollen tits, her pregnant belly, and her beautiful pissing pussy, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Oooouuuugghhhhhh aaaggghhhh” I moaned as, without even touching myself, I felt myself pushed over the edge, and I shot my massive gooey load into my underwear. I was hugely embarrassed, and Cali looked disgusted at me.
“Did you really just?.....”
“I’m sorry, I just... I don’t know, I’m sorry...” was all I could saw as I came down from my post-orgasmic bliss.
“Don’t you tell anyone and neither will I.” she then said. Her stream then died down into a trickle, and finishing up, she washed her hands. We both exited fand on the bathroom, about 30 seconds apart from one another, and I proceeded to go and mop up the wine bottle that had broken while continued doing her work. She avoided eye contact with me for the rest of the night and we didn’t speak another word to each other that night. The next night that we worked together however, she winked at me and things got back to normal between us, though we never spoke another word about what happened that busy Friday night. Desperation sightings became more common at the restaurant as it grew in popularity among the town too, but that fateful Friday with Cali (and the others) was by far the most intense I ever experienced. This all happened within the span of about an hour and a half. Reader, believe it if you may, this was all 100% true, and I’d be happy to answer any further questions you may have about the incident(s). |
Author's note: Forget "single chapter", this is my longest chapter by...1,695 words. Blows absolutely everything else straight out the water.
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The house of the noble Esmerode family in Daemonia's Area 18 was a quiet one, but that didn't mean it wasn't busy, for inside was the daughter of the family, Vivian, partaking in her favorite pastime: reading. She had filled her room with bookshelves, with even more in piles in every corner and on every table, yet no matter how many times she scanned each tome, she would always come back for more, without fail. This time, she hadn't even taken the book into a chair, choosing instead to parse its contents directly at the bookshelf.
If she were the only Daemon in the house, Vivian could easily lose herself in reading, so it was for her own good that she had a servant, one that had just entered the room, bearing a treat. "I've made some tea, Lady Vivian."
Vivian's ears perked up at the sound of another voice, possibly the only voice that could break her from her studies. Taking her eyes off the pages, she turned around to meet her attendant, her tail swishing from side to side in a light wag. "Oh, Ignace! Did I already drink the last pot you brought up? I've lost track."
Placing the tray of tea on the small table, after pushing some books aside to make room, Ignace could only respond with a shrug and a shake of the head. "Yes, you did so, hours ago."
"Is that right? Hehe, I don't know what I'd do without you, Ignace!"
"You become so engrossed in your studies, you forget to even eat and sleep. I was hoping you'd take a rest."
Vivian started to nod, but instead pulled the book she was open back up towards her face. "I will, a little later. This research is incredibly fascinating, I can't put it down!"
"Is that so?"
"Yes, it's Professor Alstein's research on distortions in the Great Barrier, which the professor has named the 'Dark Current'. And her theories on spellcraft are rather sophisticated."
"Right..." This was far from the first time Ignace had been subjected to Vivian's excited recountings of her reading, topics he could expect to find little to no interest in.
Regardless of Ignace's thinly-veiled apathy, Vivian was on a roll, and would not be stopping any time soon. She could never be faulted for her enthusiasm. "However, the professor's theories differ quite significantly from what I know of the current state of the surface." She had reason to be skeptical, considering the Daemons were the race responsible for the creation of the Great Barrier dividing the human world below, to keep the peace. "Intriguing, is it not?"
"Well, few Daemons take an interest in the human world, myself included. You might be the only eccentric that finds them fascinating."
Though it was the most accurate and nicest way to describe her style, Vivian wasn't listening. "Mhm, mhm. Yes, that has to be it. Ignace, I've decided! This is the perfect opportunity to go meet Professor Alstein in person!"
Though he had acquired a tolerance to Vivian's impulsive desires in the centuries he had been serving her, this was a whole new level. "D-don't tell me you're speaking of visiting the human world?! Authorization to travel is not easily-"
Despite his warnings, Vivian had a chronic case of tunnel vision, and she had made up her mind. "Ooh, I'm quivering with anticipation, Ignace! Off we go!" Stepping onto a portal circle installed into the floor, Vivian began feeding sorcery into the gateway, igniting a cylinder of light that reached the ceiling as her body transported down to the human world. Sighing, Ignace had no choice but to follow his mistress, deep into unfamiliar territory.
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As the pillar of light faded, Vivian and Ignace found themselves in a new world, the world of humans, where the air was thick, smoky, reddish, and very, very hot. It was a lucky break that the two were wearing breezy clothes, Vivian's dress being short and Ignace's shirt having an open front.
Their presence soon attracted attention, as the humans wandering outside were drawn to the newcomers' appearance. "Huh, a-are those..." "No way, Daemons in this town?" "I've never seen one before." "Probably best to leave them be." They whispered between each other, staring at the Daemons intently, while keeping their distance, should the great rulers of humanity be in a bad mood.
With Vivian as the subject, nothing could be further from the truth. She had retained a smile on her face from the moment of their landing, unfazed by the fear in the bystanders' eyes. "Hehe, so this is Gearsrock. How fascinating."
For his lady's sake, Ignace was forced to stay on her level, and not provoke any form of friction between species. "You think so? I'm afraid I can't say the same of the strange odor." However, that didn't mean he had to be as excited as she. Indeed, while Daemons enjoyed various animalistic enhancements over humans, including a heightened sense of smell, one did not need a discerning nose to be overwhelmed by the scent of ash and soot heavy in the volcanic air.
"Oh, how mean. This will be valuable experience, I'm sure." As the two left the spot of their entrance, the residents of Gearsrock stepped aside so as to not impede the Daemon's route, though only Ignace kept a suspicious eye on them as they passed. Vivian couldn't be concerned with what the humans thought of them, not while on her own mission. "Now, let us find Professor Alstein! And sample some surface confections, too!" Her mouth began to water at the thoughts of the sugary sweets and delectable drinks she could find, the best kinds, the kinds that Ignace warned against outside special occasions.
As soon as her mind went to liquids, however, Vivian found herself in the throes of a different sort of bodily desire, as she locked in her step and shivered. Perhaps it wasn't simply anticipation that caused her quivering, but another sensation, emanating from slightly below her stomach. After all, she had drank her fair share of tea at home, and left without releasing said tea from her person, having only just realized the need. Thanks to that lack of due forethought, Vivian was on the surface world, with a nagging urge to urinate.
"Madam, stay close to me." Ignace's voice shook Vivian from her funk, where she only now noticed that she had blanked out for no small amount of time.
Vivian shook her head and smacked her face to bring herself back to the moment. It won't be difficult to wait just a little longer. Besides, I'm sure Professor Alstein would allow me to use her latrine if I asked. Truly, she had nothing to worry about, just a small inconvenience. "I'm coming!" She rushed to Ignace's side, careful to stay steady and stable.
She didn't have to strain herself for long, because a thick crowd gathered in the town plaza halted their path of exploration. "Like I said, we need to study the Dark Current," a small girl's voice called out from the center of the assembly. "In order to do that, we need to power up my power suit! You'd be doing the whole world a favor by helping me!"
As soon as she heard the words "Dark Current", Vivian could hardly contain herself. She rushed to the edge of the horde, jumping to see over the shoulders of the tall, burly men making up the circle.
The task fell to Ignace to grab her sides and hold her in place, before her excitable curiosity could cause her to fall and crash into the bystanders. "Madam, please contain yourself."
It was well-timed advice, though in a context far different than his intentions. The shock from being unexpectedly gripped sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, as for a microsecond, she wasn't focusing on holding her bladder. No leaks manifested, at least, but the fear was enough to cause her worry.
Ignace noticed her tensing up, and quickly placed her firmly on the ground. "My apologies for grabbing you so suddenly, my lady."
"No, it's quite all right, Ignace." Vivian took a deep breath and regained her composure. Daemons were a society that valued calm reason over wild emotion, because sound logic was far more beneficial to decision making. Getting worked up over her desperation would do her no good, she resolved herself to stay strong.
Distracted by her need, Vivian missed the details of the argument happening parallel, until that girl's voice called out, "Only the biggest of simpletons would ignore advice from Tiggy Alstein!"
Upon hearing the name, Vivian's eyes closed and her lips spread in a wide smile. "Did you hear that, Ignace? She called herself Alstein!"
The crowd dispersed, leaving only a silver-haired little girl, with a blue coat and a monocle. "Perhaps she's a relative of the author," Ignace offered.
"The only author listed is Alstein, so perhaps that's the writer herself."
Fuming, Tiggy marched into the nearest house, slamming the door behind her. "That must be where she lives. Hurry, Ignace, let's meet her!" Vivian rushed to the door, turning the knob and opening the door. Regardless of the morality of her unprompted actions, Ignace had little choice but to join her in the stranger's abode.
Neither Daemon could have described what they figured a scientist's house would look like, but as they entered the large single room, it still defied expectations. It was messy and unorganized, though to her credit, unlike the Esmerode house, there were very few items adorning the floor. A few tables, a few shelves and cabinets, a bed, but very little else. "Oh, she's not here. Did she run off," Vivian wondered, looking around for an escape route Tiggy could have taken.
"I'm sure she came into this house."
"Then maybe she's hiding somewhere. Let's take a look around!" Vivian hurried forward, pushing aside anything not nailed down for another room. A scientist like Professor Alstein must have a research lab, with equipment and journals, and any human must have a bathroom. Vivian was slightly more concerned with finding the latter, she could have her talk with Alstein after she had relieved herself.
Problem was, there weren't many places to check. There was nothing under the bed, the wardrobes didn't lead to any secret passageways, there legitimately weren't any hiding spots. How does the professor use the restroom? Does she need to visit one of the other buildings just for that? Whatever the answer, Vivian wasn't liking the implications.
While she was sticking her head in a jar almost as large as her, a heavy scraping sound echoed from the corner of the room. She pulled her head out to investigate, hitting her head on the ceramic rim of the vase, to see Ignace pushing a large crate aside. "I think this may be the solution we seek, madam." He gestured to where the box previously sat, a hole with a ladder occupying the square.
"Ah, that must be where the professor is hiding!" And where her restroom must lay! Vivian sighed in relief, knowing that her mystery was satisfactorily answered, and ran to the top of the ladder, eager to make haste and climb down.
That is, until Ignace held out an arm to stop her. "Allow me to descend first, in the event there is something dangerous waiting at the bottom." Vivian stood back to allow him the first honor, watching as he descended into the darkness. The distant echo warned that the distance down was significant, though it didn't deter Vivian from gripping the ladder and climbing down shortly after.
For a little while, there was no sounds beyond the clang of their shoes hitting the metal rungs to stimulate their large ears. At some point, Vivian needed to break the silence. "What do you suppose we'll find at the bottom, Ignace?"
Ignace looked up to look at his lady while replying...and quickly looked away once he saw what that upward gaze brought into his sight. "I-I would think you know better than I, madam. You're the one who's read her journals."
"That's true, but I'd still like to hear your opinion. Oh, you don't suppose there will be monsters in the dark basement, do you?"
"It would be rather unbecoming to clutter one's cellar with monsters, if she expects to get any work don-" His thought was interrupted by a step sound of a different tone, with far more footing. "Oh, we've reached the bottom."
As Vivian climbed down the lowest rungs, Ignace held out his arms to guide her down and support her, gingerly guiding her down into a proper stand. Immediately, the two began looking around for their target. In Vivian's case, either target in her mind would do.
The search didn't last long. "Geez, what the hell?! What do you guys want?!" Evidently, the ladder led directly into the professor's lab, considering she was yelling at them, though the Daemons needed to fully turn around to see her.
Vivian took less than a second to adapt to the new conversation in the new environment. "My name is Vivian Vin Esmero-"
"I don't care! What are you doing here now?!"
"Well, after reading your work, I became very interested in your theories, so I came here to meet you." Vivian tried really hard to make eye contact with Tiggy's one visible eye, but there was something else in the room pulling her attention away, standing ten feet tall behind the professor. "So what's that giant mechanical duck?"
Tiggy was taken aback more at that simple question than she was about Daemons breaking into her home. "Duck?! That is my masterpiece, the power suit, the majestic Swan Song!"
"Oh, my apologies!" Vivian rushed over to Swan Song's side, circling the bird and looking it over. "Truly, a marvel of engineering, Professor Alstein!"
"Ah, at least this Daemon has an eye for the genius! Though, it would be better if it was completed..."
"Completed? What do you mean?"
"Well, there's a distortion site caused by the Dark Current that I would like to study, but to reach it, we would need to cross a lava flow. I need a cooling band and a dragon eye to survive the heat, but the parts lie in Blue's Oasis and the junkyard. You two can help me look!"
Vivian clasped her hands in excitement. "Oh, that sounds like a great idea!"
Ignace, who had remained quiet up until now out of respect for his master's wishes, but he couldn't remain silent forever. "Madam, do you not think she is simply using us?"
Hearing the accusation, Tiggy extended her arm to Ignace and waved it towards the floor. "Heel, doggy! Let the smart girls talk!"
Ignace reeled back. "D-doggy?!" Finally, he needed to put his foot down. "You are in the presence of the noble Esmerode family, your flippant behavior is disgraceful! You will not treat Lady Vivian with such disrespect!"
"Now, now, Ignace, it's quite all right," Vivian assured. "I would love to accompany you on your expedition, Tiggy!"
"Excellent!" Tiggy smacked the leg of Swan Song, and whether she hit a hidden button or the impact knocked it loose, a hatch on the power suit's torso opened and the head flipped back, revealing the pilot's cockpit, upon which she climbed into the seat. "Climb on in!"
Vivian and Ignace looked inside, and at each other in confusion. "It looks like it's only meant for one passenger," Vivian observed.
"Yeah, but the Burning Realm is filled with monsters and lava flow. It's too dangerous to go the distance we're planning unprotected. So we're just gonna have to all squeeze in here. You better not put those hands anywhere weird, doggy!"
"H-how dare you! I conduct myself with the utmost care and respect, I would never partake in any action so demeaning!" Ignace climbed into the cockpit, forcing himself in the tight space behind Tiggy's right shoulder, shoving the small professor aside to make some room.
Tiggy, fighting back, could only question Vivian. "You put up with this guy?"
"He's a wonderful person." Vivian raised her right leg to reach high enough to hit a foothold, and with the limbs apart, a sudden surge reminded her of a prior concern that had all but left her consciousness. Oh, oops. I still haven't found a restroom. Vivian was a special sort, to be able to forget that she badly needed to pee, just because she had gotten excited. Pulling her leg back, she began asking the question she had been meaning to ask ever since arriving. "Actually, professor, would there happen to be a-"
"Vivian, you better get in here quick," Tiggy warned.
"I would also advise you to make haste, madam. The sooner we can accomplish this task, the sooner your impulsive desire can be satisfied and we may return to Daemonia. And the sooner I can exit this cramped cockpit," Ignace complained, sending an elbow into Tiggy's back, who retaliated with a slap to Ignace's face.
As tensions rose, Vivian found that she couldn't get the words to express her need out of her mouth. Perhaps it was just better to hurry along, and wait until after the quest to find a bathroom. She had managed to almost entirely ignore the desperation so far purely out of her bottomless bounds of excitement, and she was about to embark on an adventure the likes of which she had never experienced before. I'm sure this will be stimulating enough to keep me occupied, she rationalized as she jumped and squeezed her way into Swan Song.
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This power suit really was only built for one person, all three occupants were thinking. It was crowded, it was dark, it was hot, and it was taking forever to reach their destination. "We should have walked," Ignace complained.
"You wouldn't last a second against the local monsters," Tiggy scoffed.
"I'll have you know that I'm very capable in combat, I could protect my lady from the resident dangers."
"Oh, good doggy. Would you like a treat?"
"Please, don't fight." Even Vivian's boundless energy was being tested, and while it was predominantly thanks to the same exhausting circumstances plaguing Ignace and Tiggy, she could not honestly claim that it was the sole cause. She was tired, the air was stifling, and she still needed to pee really badly. All taken together, her patience was being pushed to its limits much the same as her bladder.
Vivian had miscalculated, the continued travel had done nothing to ease her need. Or maybe it would, if they would get to the fun part instead of the deeply uncomfortable travel portion. Her desperation had remained relatively constant since disembarking, but that was hardly a reassuring factor when it was keeping steady at a very painful level, like she could have her accident at any second.
That looming worry may have been because it was truth. After a particularly rough bump in Swan Song's step, Vivian's crotch grew warmer and a little wet. That...that's sweat, right? While there was probably sweat drenched into every square inch of her clothes, this one felt like the other bodily fluid. It was only a small spurt of pee, but for someone of her status, a leak of any size was cause for alarm.
Awkward as it might be, if she wanted to avoid wetting herself, there was only one course of action. "Professor, I understand that this is a strange question to ask, but...is there any chance that the Swan Song has a toilet on-board?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Vivian could practically feel all sound being sucked out like a vacuum. Even the mechanical whirring of the power suit seemed to dampen as much as her underwear in the silence that followed. Time slowed to a crawl, where all she could do was await the response from Tiggy, whatever that response may be.
However, Ignace ended up being the first one to address the question. "Madam, how could you possibly be so open about matters like this?"
"Well, it may be...quite urgent. I've been meaning to ask for some time, but it's been slipping my mind."
"Knowing your tendencies, I should have reminded you to attend to your businesses before we departed Daemonia. I apologize for neglecting my duties to that degree."
"No, you shouldn't blame yourself for something like this. The fault lies with me for not recognizing this outcome earlier."
Tiggy cleared her throat, taking attention by force. "So, you just forgot to go to the bathroom? And forgot to ask? How does that happen?"
"Hehehehe..." Hardly a convincing explanation.
Tiggy sighed. "You really are an airhead, aren't you?" Reaching down to her feet, she began digging through a pile of junk. "Well, lucky for you, I've got just the solution." Gripping something in the heap, she enthusiastically pulled it into the open and handed it to Vivian. "Here you go!"
Only when she had the object in her hands could Vivian tell what she was just given: a large metal bottle, almost as long as her forearm, with an opening at the top with close to the same circumference. Slowly, she began rotating the container in her hands, the intended purpose becoming all too clear.
Ignace realized Tiggy's proposal the same time Vivian did. "You cannot seriously be suggesting that my lady...relieve herself in a bottle?"
"Sure, why not? I've done it tons while working. It'll be a lot easier for her if you stop looking!"
"I'm hardly the concern here! It's simply...improper to perform such a private and personal act in such closed quarters with others to witness, and in such a location!"
"You're such a prude, doggy!"
"No, I think I have to agree with Ignace," Vivian sided, placing the bottle on the floor. "I wouldn't feel comfortable with you two so close, like I may not be able to...do anything. And I doubt my ability to use this container without causing a mess."
"So, what are you going to do? Because you better not wet yourself in my beautiful Swan Song!"
"I promise, I wouldn't do such a thing to your hard work. So...maybe if you would open the hatch and let me out for a minute?"
"Around here?! You'd be crazy to take your pants off with those monsters roaming around, ready to attack! Or, I guess you don't wear pants..."
Vivian took a second to ponder, before turning to her butler. "Ignace, if you would please accompany and protect me?"
Though it was difficult to see in the darkness, Ignace's face soon bloomed a red brighter than his hair. "I-I'm not so sure that's wise, madam! E-entrusting your safety to another in such a precarious moment!"
"I understand your reluctance, but I wouldn't ask if I had a choice. So, could you, please?"
Ignace could feel his mind being torn in half by the decision presented to him. As Vivian's attendant, one who most often needed to protect Vivian from herself, he just couldn't allow her to expose her most delicate parts in such a dangerous place. Yet, at the same time, this was a clear request from his master. What sort of attendant would he be if he disobeyed a direct order? There was just no correct answer.
He needed to think outside the box, and quickly. "Perhaps we should return to Gearsrock, so that my lady may relieve herself somewhere secure."
"What, when we're all the way out here? We're already almost at Blue's Oasis," Tiggy objected.
Both Daemons sighed in frustration, and Ignace turned to Vivian with a sympathetic look. "Do you think you can last until we reach the oasis?"
"O-of course I can! It can't be that far away, I'll be sure to ask when we arrive." She laughed in the most unconvincing way, folding her hands in her lap and pressing down for pressure.
Ignace turned his focus away from his lady, just in time to miss her press her legs together and grip tight following a bump in the road. Her knees were rocking and rubbing against one another as she cradled her crotch in her palms. I sincerely hope this truly doesn't take much longer, or I can't promise what will happen...
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At long last, the Swan Song and its packed passengers had arrived at Blue's Oasis, practically falling out of the power suit once the door opened. And the sight they were greeted with was easily different from the environment they had seen elsewhere in the Burning Realm. While the ashen fragments in the air and red haze remained, the ground had green plant life scattered across it, owing its life to the large pool of water hiding in the back, behind a gate and a pair of armed guards.
"Before we go in, let me warn you," Tiggy informed. "Blue is a shrewd man, and he'll throw us out if he thinks we're trying to cheat him. So, just let me do all the talking." As Vivian looked down at her feet, Tiggy added, "I'll ask for the bathroom for you, Vivian."
"P-please do."
"Come on, Blue's office is on the fourth level." Tiggy guided the Daemons to the tiered buildings, connected through rope bridges on the higher levels, at approximately half-speed so as to not leave Vivian behind. Likewise, Ignace draped an arm around his master's shoulders, pushing her along and guiding her. However, from the outside, the assistance seemed unneeded. Vivian looked poised and proper, graceful and elegant. It was only to those that had known her who could tell that she was not usually so stiff.
And she needed to climb a ladder in her handicapped state, a task she could preemptively tell would be horrible. Once again, Vivian made the conscious decision to go last, to ensure that neither Tiggy nor Ignace would have the capacity to see up her dress, and observe what had been a disconcerting quantity of leaks. She could only imagine how big a wet patch the spurts had created on her gray panties.
It wasn't that Vivian wasn't accustomed to holding her urine, she just wasn't used to doing so for long periods of time, as she was now. As Ignace had mentioned before their journey into the human world, Vivian had a tendency to get so invested in her reading that she would forget to do things like use the restroom. As such, when she finished a chapter, or a journal, or an entire book, she would suddenly realize that she needed to relieve herself quite badly, and had ignored it in her concentration. The difference being, when she realized said need in her own home, it was all too simple to take a break and use the toilet before continuing. Now, she had no choice but to hold it far longer than she was comfortable with.
The party reached the third floor balcony, where further ascent was blocked by a Beastfolk guarding the next ladder. "Leave this to me," Tiggy whispered, sauntering to the Beastfolk to announce herself. "Me and my servants want to meet with Blue. He has something I need."
Ignace was taken aback by the declaration. "Servants?!"
"Please, don't do anything to cause a scene right now," Vivian begged. "We really need this Blue's cooperation."
"O-of course, I would do nothing to disrupt your search, madam." Ignace quickly silenced himself, and allowed Tiggy to take the lead, if only for his master's sake.
Whatever conversation Tiggy was having, it had succeeded in convincing the guard to allow their passage. "Lord Blue is a very busy man, so don't waste his time," the Beastfolk sternly advised, stepping aside, allowing Tiggy to climb the ladder, with Ignace following. It was only when Vivian started to pass that he added an inquiry. "Be sure that you are fully prepared before entering Blue's office. Did you remember to use the bathroom?"
No, and that's quite the problem. Vivian said nothing, but she tensed up as she followed her partners up the ladder, hoping that the male Beastfolk would behave himself down below. Ignace helped pull her up as she reached the top, allowing her to land with a bounce, one followed by more bouncing, this time out of pure desperation rather than any momentum. All Ignace and Tiggy could do for her now was look at her in sympathy, as the three ventured into the only hut on this floor.
Once their eyes adjusted to the different lighting conditions, the sight was once again something the Daemons could not have predicted. In the center of the room, in a rickety throne, sat what looked to be a young boy, even younger than Tiggy, who had taken the step ahead. This had to be Blue, they concluded, yet something about his appearance made them uncertain. "This Blue...he couldn't possibly be a Daemon, could he," Ignace quietly offered, leaning towards his master so she could hear.
"He could be...I'm sorry, but I'm not in a place to consider his identity in-depth."
"Of course. My apologies, madam." Ignace returned to his at-attention position, doing his best not to pay any mind towards Vivian's shuffling and shaking in her boots.
Tiggy wasn't giving any attention to the Daemons behind her, instead all geared up to deal with Blue. "It's been a while, Blue, though not long enough, so let's cut the pleasantries."
"You've never displayed them before, so why start now," snarked Blue.
"I want a cooling band, and I know you've got one. Hand it over."
Once again, Ignace could only groan upon observation of the proceedings, though with care to keep quiet. "She says to remain respectful, yet this is how she acts?"
Oblivious of the commentary, Blue continued. "You're talking about my business lifeline. You could say that this oasis only exists because I possess it."
"Yeah, yeah, I know all that. So how much do you want for it?"
Blue cradled his chin in his hand, deep in contemplation, leaving a long enough silence for Vivian to grow impatient with the wait, her wiggling growing faster and more frantic. "Well, one million solis should be sufficient."
Without even taking the time to pat down her pockets or anything, Tiggy turned around to her companions. "You Daemons are rich, right?"
"Regardless of our wealth, we will not be spending a significant amount on one item solely for you."
"I wasn't asking you, doggy, I was asking the airhead."
"Is that how you ask for a favor? If my master hadn't taken a liking to you, I would be properly punishing you for your impudence."
"I-I didn't bring any money with me," Vivian confessed.
Her answer found, Tiggy spun around a half-circle to turn back to Blue, as quickly as she had turned away from him. "I don't have money."
"Now, now, don't tell me you expected me to give away such a rare item for free," Blue chastised.
"That'd be really nice, but I know how corrupt you are. So what do you want for it?"
"Ah, a non-monetary barter. Very well, since you seem to have acquired a few pairs of capable hands, I have a request for you. For a while, a certain monster has made our oasis its den, causing us no end of trouble. It's interfering with my bottom line, so please kill it."
"S-so blunt," Ignace reeled. "He truly is a Daemon."
Tiggy shrugged. "Monster slaying, eh. Easy enough, with my Swan Song."
"I'm glad you understand. I'll send word to the oasis guards to allow your passage. I expect swift results."
The request had ended, Blue sat back in his throne, the discussion was over. And Vivian's question had yet to be breached. The Daemon deliberately cleared her throat, and only then did Tiggy snap her fingers as the memory returned to her. "She needs to use the bathroom before we start. Where is it?"
"Hmm..." Blue again went into a deep, contemplative state, for much longer than Vivian would have liked. "Well, you don't have any money, so the best I can do is add a free visit to your reward for accomplishing your task."
"Come on, look at her!" Tiggy made a grand gesture of holding her arms out, placing Vivian in the focal point between her hands. "This poor woman has been tortured for so long, you can't ask her to wait until we get rid of the monster! Don't you see the pain on her face, the cross in her step? She's in agony!" Tiggy wasn't exactly "lying", though a great deal of Vivian's discomfort was actually from the sudden influx of attention at her most vulnerable moment. Though, being fair, the bladder pain was still severe all its own.
Ignace violently grabbed Tiggy's shoulder, pulling her close and turning her to face him. "What do you think you're doing, reducing my master to nothing more than an example? You're only making it worse for her!"
"No, you're making it worse by being so protective! You're the one being loud! You're embarrassing her!"
"I am simply fulfilling my duties as her sworn guard, protecting her from any sort of danger or shame! You should be counting your blessings that I've overlooked your transgressions up to now!"
"Enough." Though it was quiet, at least comparatively when stacked against Tiggy and Ignace's argument, Vivian's plea instantly silenced the two. "There's no need to fight, I'm capable of waiting until one monster is disposed of. We will fulfill your request, Blue."
"Then I look forward to hearing the results." With nothing more to say. the three exited Blue's office, the sudden rays of the sun bearing down on them like fire. Just being outside in the Burning Realm was enough to make anyone sweat, like Vivian wanted the temptation to have a drink.
"I'll go get Swan Song and meet you at the entrance to the oasis." Tiggy climbed down the ladder they had climbed up what felt like an eternity ago, leaving the two Daemons relatively alone for the first time in what also felt like a millennium.
Working up the nerve for a solid minute, Ignace finally began to speak. "Madam, I apologize for my behavior. I was getting worked up, and I let my emotions get the better of me. I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive-"
"It's quite alright, Ignace." The words were meant to be comforting, that was Vivian's intent, but the stress she had been carrying caused it to come out of her mouth like an indication of a severe lack of patience. "Just please take care to watch yourself in the near future. I trust I do not need to elaborate why it is imperative that we not stir up trouble."
"Yes, for more than just your own sake. Come on, the professor and I will do the heavy lifting." Ignace took Vivian's hand and led her to the ladder, guiding her down each successive descent, allowing her one free hand to hold herself on every floor. Returning to ground level was slow, to put it mildly.
By the time they reached the earth below, Tiggy had already suited up in Swan Song, its large yellow frame waiting at the gates, and had already explained the situation to the guards, removing their only barrier to the inside. The power suit turned around, as its sensors picked up the Daemons approaching. "The monster's at the far end of the oasis, but at least it's the only one."
"You should be grateful that Lord Blue has allowed you to enter the oasis without a fee," one of the guards shouted. "This is a jewel of the world, a true beauty of existence, the envy of all!" He could have kept going, if the trio didn't just walk past him.
While the mere sight of the endless water was already tough for Vivian to stomach, she couldn't have possibly pictured how much worse it would be as soon as she stepped into the pool. The cold water seeping into her boots, soaking into her socks, chilling her feet to the bone, or at least it felt that way after growing accustomed to the searing heat. "Eep!" Reflexively, she leapt away from the freezing, high into the air, like a startled cat.
As to be expected, such a sudden, violent motion was not good for her constitution. Like a response to mirror the wetness in her shoes, a new batch of warm dampness spread across her panties in a soaking splash. And by this point, the undergarment was so saturated with urine, there was no room left to absorb anything extra, not without defying gravity to spread close to the waist. The only place this squirt had to go was straight down her thighs, quickly snaking into her tall socks. Yet, somehow, her prominent ears never picked up the sound of drops of water falling into the larger pond. Her tail had found its way between her thighs at some point as well, the long fur sullied by the warm liquids seeping from the Daemon.
Without any thought of what she was doing, how it would look, Vivian shot both hands straight under her dress, clutching her privates with everything she had, in an attempt to physically hold the rest of her bladder's contents back. It was certainly not an easily-won battle, with more spurts jetting through despite her best efforts, but perseverance came out victorious in the end. For a good long while after her bladder had ceased its spasming in a bid to forcibly void itself, Vivian couldn't even trust that the trial was over, gripping like her life depended on it as she shuddered in the strain.
Her head had also fallen downwards in the turmoil, and when she found the strength to open her eyes, her gaze was filled with nothing but the pure blue water that had caused this wave. The mere sight almost caused a repeat, though it filled her thoughts with one overwhelming idea. There's so much water already...
"I can read what you're thinking," Tiggy chimed in, shaking Vivian back to the real world. "And you better not even think about it. You heard Blue talk about how precious he holds this oasis, the way the Beastfolk praise him for maintaining it. You dirty it, we'll be facing Blue's wrath for the rest of our lives."
"I-I apologize for thinking such unclean thoughts." But I can't resist the allure for much longer, you understand!
"Well, please refrain yourself from that sort of desire," Ignace advised. "We have a duty to fulfill, and focus will allow us to leave sooner. Just hold out a moment longer, madam."
"O-of course! I will take utmost care to remain steady!"
"We won't keep you longer than absolutely necessary, I promise! Onwards!" Tiggy led the charge deep into the oasis, the Daemons having no choice but to trail behind, Vivian much slower, gritting her teeth as every successive step renewed the arctic-like conditions in her extremities, and the spring stretched on for what felt like miles. Tears began to well under her eyes as she pushed herself to her limit to simply last.
Without even realizing the distance they had covered, Ignace had to manually stop his master by extending an arm to act as a barrier, though the impact was softened to safe levels by the collision point of Vivian's cushions. "We found the monster, Vivian. I'll blast it away myself, if that makes it easier for you!" At least Tiggy was confident in the outcome.
Vivian, against many of her better wishes, forced her eyes open to bear witness to the beast. There were many incarnations of evil she had read about in her history books to imagine this creature to be, but when she gazed upon it for herself, it defied all expectations. A cephalopod, twice as tall as her, standing upright, with a cute cape, scarf, and staff, huddled in a circle of rocks against the stone wall. Vivian's path became clear. "We cannot kill this animal."
The sudden proclamation caught Tiggy off-guard. "What?! What now?!"
"I'm with the professor." The surprises kept escalating, hearing Ignace say that. "You understand what rests on our victory here, better than us."
"I recognize that, but look at him! I believe this creature bears no ill will, don't you agree?"
Tiggy and Ignace looked back over the monster, up and down, several times. At some point, there was no recourse but in each other. "Is she usually this easily swayed by animals, or has she gone delirious from desperation? Does she keep weird pets? I mean, aside from you, doggy?"
"Madam, do you realize what you're saying? You heard Blue, he claims this creature attacked the residents of the oasis!"
"Oh, I'm sure he was just playing, his own way of making friends. Don't you agree?"
Tiggy took her turn convincing Vivian. "But Blue told us to kill it. He's a cold-hearted businessman who pulls the strings behind this realm's economy. You're making a big mistake if you think he'll be swayed by emotion. We're not coming up with the money, so this might be the only way to get what we need. To get what you need, in case you forgot."
"I-I understand that, but regardless of my condition, I cannot bring harm to an innocent creature. We cannot disturb this world's order, simply to further our own desires."
"While I certainly agree with you in principle, madam, I sincerely doubt that Blue will allow you access to the restroom if we do not honor our deal. Are you sure this is the road you wish to take?" Even Ignace was trying to talk her out of a potentially ill-informed decision.
"I...I'll just have to manage a little while longer. It can't be that bad, right?" Very deliberately, straining like she needed to move through solid stone, Vivian pulled a hand from her delicates, stroking the monster's side in a gentle pet. "Please leave this oasis. I cannot guarantee your safety if you stay here."
Like it somehow understood the language, the creature fled, climbing the outer walls with its large tentacles and escaping out of sight over the barrier. Vivian gave one wave goodbye, before that hand went straight back to her lower parts. "Regardless of what may come from it, I believe this was the right decision."
"We did remove the beast from the oasis, per Blue's request. Do you suppose that counts as accomplishing our given task," Ignace questioned.
Tiggy shook her head. "I'm not going to hold out hope."
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"I believe I asked you to slay the beast." As the only one of the trio with prior experience with Blue, Tiggy's prediction was closest to the truth. "Now that you've let it flee, it could return in the future."
"Yeah, that's what I figured you'd say. Fine, this was a waste of time. Goodbye and farewell." Tiggy started to leave, gesturing Vivian and Ignace to exit with her.
"You're so impatient." Blue's continuing words halted the three, and Tiggy had to turn back to hear the rest, when she'd much rather leave and never see the merchant again. "Though you failed the mission, you still succeeded in driving the monster away. In recognition of your partial success, you may have this." He motioned for one of his servants in the room to approach, a servant holding a small blue box, a cooler as it turned out, and handed it to Tiggy.
Looking the contraption over, Tiggy nodded. "I suppose I can do something with this."
Since they were on the topic of rewards, Vivian quickly stepped forward. "If you're in a generous mood, may I please use your restroom now?"
"Don't push your luck." And just like that, Vivian's hopes were dashed, totally and thoroughly.
Sensing the awkwardness, and how time was now of the essence, Tiggy went to leave again, for real this time. "Come on, we're still missing the sea dragon eye. Let's go." With no reason to stay, the party began their descent to leave the oasis, out the door and down the multiple ladders again, all the while stopping every two seconds to let Vivian catch up.
Once they reached the bottom, Tiggy opened up Swan Song's hatch and climbed into the pilot's seat. Ignace and Vivian's faces both fell as they realized they would need to squeeze into the cockpit once more, yet had no choice but to compress themselves in the limited space. Meanwhile, Vivian also needed to be careful how she contorted her legs, in a way to keep them crossed with steady footing, while simultaneously keeping the space before her abdomen free in case of a sudden, jolting crash.
As Ignace squished himself into the corner, he asked, "I presume we will be returning to Gearsrock now?"
"Well, it's technically closer to the junkyard. We can get the sea dragon eye and complete the quest all at once."
"Please tell me the junkyard has a bathroom," Vivian chimed in.
"There's always a bunch of scavengers hanging around, they've probably set something up."
Ignace growled. "That's hardly a sure vote of confidence! Your vast hunt has put my master through enough, it's far past time to bring her to a restroom you've denied her in your own interest!"
"Hey, you can't blame me for this! I would have gladly let her use my bathroom if she had brought it up while we were there! And I asked Blue for her sake! It's not my fault she's too much of an airhead to think forward! Besides, I seem to recall you talking her out of just going outside when she asked. Where's that undying loyalty now, doggy?"
"I fail to see the issue with discouraging my master from needlessly exposing herself in an unsafe location! It would be more irresponsible of me to allow such a risky proposition!"
"The 'issue' is that my beautiful Swan Song is going to be covered in Daemon pee because her servant doesn't want her to just pop a squat! You're going to be the one cleaning up if she makes a mess!"
"May I please interject?" Again, despite her low volume, Vivian's voice was enough to blanket silence over any heated argument. "I am willing to believe that there will be something of use in the junkyard, especially if the junkyard is indeed closer than Gearsrock. However, I will earnestly request that we depart immediately, instead of just waiting around."
"Oh, right." Tiggy closed the hatch, enveloping them in darkness, amplifying the heat in the metal enclosure, Ignace's nose turning upwards as the recirculated air allowed his enhanced Daemon senses to effortlessly pick up Vivian's...pungent leakings. Vivian could clearly smell it too, yet she still smiled. However, one didn't need attuned senses to tell that peaceful expression was a facade, that mask the only thing separating Vivian's almost-constant gleeful demeanor from an ocean of worry...and urine.
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After all the time spent in Blue's Oasis, a marvel of the Burning Realm, the junkyard was quite the step down. No natural life, piles upon piles of trash, just an atmosphere of bleak refuse. The odor was also incredibly unpleasant, though honestly, Ignace preferred this more general smell to the localized scent of his master he had been overwhelmed with the whole walk over. In any case, he was more than happy to be out in the open again.
Vivian had also jumped straight out of Swan Song as soon as the hatch popped open, and had gone all-in on frantic searching, just of a completely different variety than the true object of their hunt. Hobbling around every corner, she peeked her head behind every wall, hoping that this would be the one where she finally found something she recognized as a toilet.
The true level of her desperation was all too evident to any bystanders now. Her dress was so short, barely covering past her rear, the overbearing sun shone brightly off her soaking thighs, a casual observer would be forgiven for thinking she had already had an accident, if not for the telltale body motions of a woman holding back a flood greater than the Rain Realm's water that Vivian was showing off uncontrollably. Crossed legs, rocking on heels, knees knocking together, butt wiggling and tail swishing, hands trembling, shivering all over, Vivian had it all covered every time she stopped, and it all looked pitiable.
Watching his lady's frenzied search go on and on, Ignace could already see where this was going. "Looks like your assumption on the presence of a restroom or related substitute was incorrect after all," he remarked to the side, smug about time proving him correct.
"Hey, we haven't looked at the whole junkyard yet! You see all the scavengers, they've got to be using something."
"Yes, and my concern is that it's not a private solution, one not safe for an unsuspecting woman surrounded by strange men, in the lawless world of the humans."
"I'm sure it's not so dire, paranoid doggy. Vivian kept up with my theories and papers, so she's a smart girl. She can handle this with care and modesty."
Just as soon as Tiggy expressed her faith in Vivian, the Daemon of the hour approached an old man scavenger digging through the trash. "Excuse me, sir, is there a restroom close by? Please say yes." All the while, her potty dancing continued with as much intensity as ever.
Immediately, Ignace and Tiggy were rendered speechless, mouths agape in shock. Ignace quickly found his voice, however, adding an additional detail. "Did I mention that Lady Vivian has not left Daemonia before?"
"That explains so much about her behavior."
Ignace rushed to his master's side, pulling her away from the stranger. "Madam, please do not be so careless about who you reveal your secrets to!"
"B-but he may have my answer! If I don't find a restroom very soon, I..."
"Alright, this has gone on long enough. We're going back to Gearsrock right now." Grabbing Vivian's sleeve, he began pulling her back to the junkyard entrance, where Swan Song awaited.
They made it about a dozen feet, around a corner and corridor, while Vivian attempted to maintain her holding posture without control over her footing, until she finally stamped down and planted her boots in the rubble. "I'm not going to make it back to Gearsrock. Unless I find some place to relieve myself now, I'm going to have an accident! I'd at least like some location that offers a small amount of privacy if I am to do my business, and it only makes sense that those often in the area would know the best place to do so!"
"B-but you have no idea how any of these humans could act with knowledge of your need, they could-"
"I'm sure they're not as bad as you believe them to be. But if you're worried, then I'd feel much safer if you would stand guard."
Just as he did the last time she suggested this, Ignace's face flushed bright crimson. "I-I-I said before, I cannot possibly stand so close while you are engaged in such a private act!"
"Ignace, I am giving explicit permission for you to stand as close as needed to suitably protect me!"
"E-even so, it would be u-unbecoming to c-close that distance..."
In a rare moment, Vivian growled and interrupted her attendant. "Ignace. If this is what it takes, then I order you to keep watch and stand guard."
Ignace stammered and stuttered, clearly still incredibly uncomfortable with the proposition, but if there was one trait he possessed, it was loyalty. The master had given him a direct order, how could he live with himself if he deliberately disobeyed? There was no denying that Vivian was on her last legs, urine dripping between her thighs, Ignace understood exactly why she was so frantic, it was just...Vivian's body beneath clothing should be off-limits to a mere servant. That's how it should be, never mind a few assorted moments of entering a room, not realizing Vivian was changing or still in the bath across the years.
However, while his duty was an important factor to consider, there was something else weighing heavily on the decision: Vivian. Vivian looked so sad as she barely held onto her bladder control in the middle of a junkyard, begging Ignace to assist her before she disgraced herself in a way no member of House Esmerode should be subjected to.
"Very well. Let me find an area away from prying eyes." While an argument could be made to the end that assisting her was part of his duties, regardless of the subject matter, that wasn't what swayed him. He just couldn't bear to see his master so upset, so he turned away and put one foot forward to find a spot where Vivian could have some privacy.
That one foot was the furthest he got. "Ah, no," came a shout from behind him, of course from Vivian, accompanied by the light pattering of water drops hitting the uneven terrain.
Almost instantaneously, Ignace rushed back to his master's side. "What is it now?"
"I...I can't make it any farther...Would you please secure this spot instead?"
"H-here?!" The location where Vivian's body chose to act out was far from an ideal one. The piles of rubbish adorning the junkyard were common and large, but they were not all-encompassing. Plenty of gaps in the trash walls meant that an intruder could come from near-any angle, and Vivian was right in the middle of it.
Exactly as feared at exactly the right time, someone came around the corner, with heavy footsteps shaking the ground. Ignace put himself between Vivian and the unknown trespasser, ready to defend his master from whatever approached. It turned out to be unnecessary, as a large yellow mecha came into view, the duck-like design familiar before it pointed out a wing arm, cannon attached, at the Daemons. "Hey, what do you think you're doing with her, doggy?"
"I am simply assisting my master to the best of my..." Looking at the large frame of Swan Song, Ignace got an idea to solve his and Vivian's dilemma. "Professor, is that power suit able to move the piles of trash? We need to give Vivian some cover here!"
Tiggy caught on quickly. "Understood!" Swan Song rushed to one of the gaps in the junk, using a wing to scrape across the top and dump the extra into the gap, creating a makeshift barricade, blocking one of the many entryways.
Soon, two divides were filled, then three, then four. A third of the tunnels were made inaccessible relatively quickly, the trio would have reasonable privacy soon enough. Watching the work up until now, Ignace began turning to Vivian to inform her of the proceedings. "Your chance will arrive soon, madam, just wait for a mere moment longer."
The sight awaiting him when he turned to face Vivian was quite possibly the last thing he could have predicted: the heiress to House Esmerode, almost facing Ignace straight-on, hunched forward and lowering into a squatting position, hands halfway down her thighs, and in their grip were gray panties. Her gray panties, soaked to the point that one could nearly mistake her for having jumped into water, being pulled right down to her knees. Her short dress was being held partway up her stomach by her raised elbows, freeing her tail to swing to its heart's content. At its base, Ignace could see the curvature of her rear end, only barely in view from his position, and on the other side of her torso, far more in focus, was her...
"Gah!" Covering his eyes with both arms raised in a blocking motion, Ignace staggered back and swiveled away. "M-madam! The area isn't sealed off yet! Please refrain yourself from-"
Whatever else Ignace had to say, it was soon drowned out. Specifically, by the overpowering noise of a gushing waterfall of urine, hissing as it escaped Vivian and slammed into the ground beneath. Directly at the point of impact was a rough bit of junk jutting out of the larger trash, splitting the crashing stream and sending bits of the stream flying in all directions, creating small puddles everywhere, even on her shoes. The sound was multiplied five times over as each splash echoed through the enclosed space, transforming what would have already been loud into something deafening.
Finally, Vivian found the energy to speak, not an easy feat with the unceasing pleasure coursing through every vein. "My apologies, Ignace, but it really...really was now or never..." That one sentence was all she could manage before devolving into a long, heavy, pleasant sigh of utter bliss in relief. "Haaaahhhhhh..." She smiled wide as her eyelids grew heavy and fell shut.
Her vision obstructed, Vivian was not paying attention to the finer details of her little tinkle, not that she would have any reason to. She couldn't see the dirty yellow pee rushing between her legs, couldn't see the multiple puddles combining as their radii expanded too much to remain separate, and couldn't see the foam building up and floating to the outer bounds of the water's surface. It didn't matter, what mattered was the pure euphoria of relieving her aching, bursting bladder. And wow, was it a beautiful feeling.
The roles were reversed, just as soon as Vivian could relax, Tiggy and Ignace were on high alert. With literally negative time left, Swan Song was scrambling to fill all the remaining holes, sloppily knocking trash piles over, whatever it took to create a satisfactory barricade. And she wasn't happy about rushing to do everything herself. "Hey, doggy, get to work!"
Ignace was being much less helpful, standing perfectly still, faced directly opposite Vivian, a sizable distance away, rigid and unmoving. "If I were to approach the gaps in the wall to assist, I might catch a glimpse of my master's shame!"
"I don't like seeing it either, but do you think she'd be happy with you if someone unfamiliar were to 'catch a glimpse of her shame' because you weren't doing anything?!"
Truth be told, Vivian couldn't care. She had accomplished her goal, she was taking her giant pee without it passing through her underwear first, nothing could dampen the joy from that simple success. Shuddering from the surges of release, eliciting a breathy moan every time, it was all too easy to forget that she was in the center of a junkyard, her privates fully exposed to anyone at the right angle. But how could she be expected to keep that in mind, when any scattered rational thoughts were awash in a golden ocean of pleasure? Even the loud crashing of falling garbage was hardly a blip to her sensitive ears over the raging rapids of urine in much closer proximity.
As expected with that kind of pouring flow, Vivian's bladder needed to hit its limit eventually, a minute later, maybe more, maybe less. Giving an extra second and one more push to ensure she was truly empty, she gave one last sigh, signaling the conclusion to her long story of desperation. "Phew...oh, I feel a hundred times better now!"
With no reason to keep her eyes closed any longer, Vivian slowly lifted her eyelids, and with her head having fallen in the total relaxation of earlier, the first sight her gaze met was her "handiwork", all the tea she had consumed far earlier, slowly seeping through the cracks of the flattened trash making up the ground, yet an impressive amount remained in plain sight at the moment. Vivian was far from a small girl, yet the mere idea that she could hold that much pee seemed unbelievable. I've certainly never filled the toilet at home by that much.
Even if it seemed incredible, there was compelling physical evidence to the magnitude of her emergency, found directly on her panties. Easily half the total surface area of the item was darkened, drenched into every fiber of the crotch and a majority of the rear. "Oh dear, that's quite a lot. I'll need to make washing that my first task upon returning." Unfortunately, thanks to her dress length, leaving the garment off was just not wise. And without a handkerchief to wipe herself dry, they were only going to become more wet when she returned them to their proper place on her person. Standing up halfway, Vivian pushed her butt out behind her and wiggled her hips to shake off whatever lingering drops she could, her tail swinging with the rhythm.
That's when she noticed her tail not swaying right behind her, like it felt heavier than usual. And it was just fur, there shouldn't have been any noticeable weight. Swiveling her head back to look behind her, the problem was immediately apparent: the outer half of her tail was shining, a drop sliding down and falling off the end. Considering how the furry appendage hung limp behind her as she squatted close to the ground, she had a pretty good idea where that dampness came from. "And I will certainly need to wash myself, as well." Until she found a bath, she would just need to deal with the uncomfortable wet clothes. Luckily, it took a lot more than that to bother Vivian, she didn't hesitate in yanking her wet undies right back up, feeling the waistband press against the base of her tail.
That's when her attention was finally expanded, back to acknowledging her partners' presence. Tiggy had since abandoned making things comfortable for Vivian, now instead giving up alongside the Daemon butler. "Ignace! Tiggy! I've finished over here!" Slowly, carefully, feeling her panties stick to her skin and peel off with every step, Vivian approached her friends.
Only that unmistakable authorization could make Ignace turn around now. "Madam, I'm glad to see you're alright. That was incredibly risky, you realize."
Vivian nodded. "I recognize that, though I had very little choice at the time. I promise, I will take care to not repeat this incident."
"So, you're all good now," Tiggy inquired.
"Yes, I feel quite a degree better after that small break."
A scent had spread while the three were talking, and now Ignace picked it up, reflexively covering his nose. "I think it's high time we returned to Gearsrock to clean off, or better yet, Daemonia."
"What? We're already in the junkyard, it would be a waste to leave now," Vivian argued. "Besides, Tiggy has helped us up to now, we owe it to her to complete the task we already promised to fulfill."
"Not that I'm not glad you agree with me, but are you absolutely sure? Wet clothes can't be comfortable." As an aside, further dampened by Swan Song's thick chassis so that only she could hear, Tiggy added, "Believe me, I know."
"I'll be fine. I'm sure this won't take too long, and we'll be back in Gearsrock before you know it!"
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Vivian was partially correct. The journey through the junkyard did not take long, the water devil holding the sea dragon eye was disposed of quickly, and even the necessary adjustments to Swan Song were completed in the field. However, Tiggy had insisted on investigating a place called "Pandemonium", now that Swan Song could cross the lava flow and reach it, meaning another piling into the power suit, with all three forced to cover their noses thanks to Vivian's odor.
True to its name, Pandemonium was where things quickly spiraled out of control. There, they discovered ancient ruins, fought another water devil, destroyed an Ether Gear, and the ruins began moving through the water like a boat, on autopilot and nearly crashing into the Rain Realm, breaking the ark. There, they met two other adventurers, Galil and Azura, and with Tiggy busy fixing the place to get it moving once more, everyone else had nothing to do but wait around. Suffice to say, Vivian and Ignace would not be returning to Daemonia any time soon.
Still, it wasn't all bad. The ship was stocked, and Ignace had managed to locate a supply closet with a few buckets, even filled two with a supply of clean drinking water. In an onboard bedroom claimed by the Daemons, Vivian was on the bed, brushing her tail while dipping it in one of the full buckets, while Ignace, at a small desk, was using the other to rinse off Vivian's stockings and...smallclothes. No telling what he'd see if he were to look over at his master sitting on the bed. Or rather, he knew exactly what he'd see, and that's why he wasn't looking.
The moment was plenty awkward as the two cleaned in silence, the only thing that could break it was Ignace getting something off his chest. "Madam...I'd like to apologize for my behavior earlier."
"Apologize? For not preventing my near-accident? You don't need to worry about that. I recognize it was my own fault for leaving home without a proper visit to the facilities, for not asking Tiggy while we were in her laboratory, and especially for letting the creature in the oasis go free."
"No, I wanted to apologize for not taking your need as seriously as it demanded. I waited far too long before putting my foot down, demanding to return to Gearsrock. Perhaps if I had been more aggressive, the professor would have relented. And I refused to listen to your earnest requests for help early on, in the interest of maintaining your modesty, instead waiting until you gave a direct order."
"Oh, you don't need to apologize for that, Ignace. You were simply looking out for me in the best way you knew. Yes, it didn't turn out ideal, but then it's a chance to learn, and that's the greatest gift of all!"
Hearing justification like that, Ignace couldn't help but smile. "No matter where you go, madam, you're an eccentric, through and through."
"Hehe, it's not a bad thing to be. Though..." Pulling her hands out of the cold water, she began twiddling her thumbs together. "I'd also like to apologize for something. For misusing my authority. It wasn't fair to force you to act in a way clearly uncomfortable to you, all for my own benefit. And for losing my temper as I did..."
"Think nothing of it, madam! You are my master, it is well within your right to-"
"But I prefer not to view our relation as one of master and servant. Regardless of what you do for me, Ignace, I enjoy your companionship."
Ignace stopped working, processing the statement, leaving the bedroom silent until he had a reply. "If I may be so bold, madam, I...I feel quite the same. Tiring though they can be, your eccentricities are charming. It is far more than simple duty that keeps me loyal to you."
"So I can count on your continued support? It would appear I shall need it!"
"Yes, you may always...what do you mean, 'appear you shall need it'?"
"We just discovered a new mystery about the Ether Gears and the Dark Current! We found this ship! We met two new humans! Our adventure is far from over now! Oh, what do you suppose Galil and Azura are like? Where do you suppose we shall embark to next? The mere prospect gives me goosebumps!"
Whatever may be said about Vivian Vin Esmerode, one could not claim she dwelled on the negatives. If they hadn't been there to witness, it would be impossible to guess that today was possibly the most embarrassing day of her centuries-long adult life. This quirk was a fact that Ignace had long since grown accustomed to, yet even still, he needed to question it. "Even after today's strenuous circumstances, you would still jump at continuing further?"
"Of course! I wish to see the world for all its beauty, meet its inhabitants, make friends!" With Vivian beaming brighter than the sun, Ignace could only shake his head and return to cleaning. His master could often be impossible to predict, though never on as large a scale as this, yet he continued to serve her, because she had a way of making life fun. Wherever this alliance of humans and Daemons would go, it was sure to be an unforgettable journey. |
TW/CW: This contains brief mentions of sexual abuse (no descriptions, no incidents in the plot).
Plot summary: Government of unnamed country decides to fight against sex crime in a new, controversial way, introducing an electronic underwear lock for cisgender men and AMAB* non-binaries (although I'm going to use "men" for easier writing as I'm not fluent enough in English - sorry!). It can be unlocked only under shower, in a bathtub, while sitting on a toilet or in special designated areas. There's also device that allows to unlock other person's lock for sex, but it registers every use, so when it's used improperly, it gets deactivated for certain amount of time (depending of misuse's severity). People who commit certain type of crimes get more restrictions and limits with every incident. *AMAB - assigned male at birth
I'm not an English native speaker, but I hope it's enjoyable enough to read. :) Let me know if you're interested in continuation or it's better as an one-shot concept only.
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1. EUL introduction
After trying more reasonable - and unsuccessful - methods in war against sex crimes, government eventually voted in favour of controversial bill, commonly known among citizens as "the cock lock law". It made mandatory for every man to wear an electronic underwear lock (EUL), requiring a special unlocking unit to access one's genitals. There has been a huge riot against it, but government was rigid, forcing unwilling men to cooperate by brute force. Newly created police department, mockingly called "Cockblockers", had right to check on men's privates and use physical means to bring any unsecured citizen down to the nearest locking facility. "The cock lock law" was fair in its ridiculousness and even tourists had to obey it, making EUL equally needed as passport or visa. Every attempt to remove or modify EUL triggered a loud, characteristic alarm, which was impossible to mute until police unit had reset it. Government had spent a lot of money on free toilet renovations for every household and public toilet, making sure every man had an accessible toilet nearby. Renovated toilets were equipped with USB-like cord that allowed to deactivate EUL for as long as one's was sitting on a seat. Of course there were attempts to lengthen the cord, trick EUL into thinking it's connected, weight a seat to imitate sitting position while still standing or making deals with other people to use their unlocking devices, but developers had reacted quickly and every way to cheat was eventually blocked. There was increasing number of vandalism though - some individuals purposely damaged both main and back-up cords to make sure toilet was inaccessible for anyone with EUL. This led to growing anxiety among wearers and forced government to spend more on maintenance. There was an idea for emergency kit that would allow men to urinate in case of broken unlocking unit, but it was yet to be developed.
Since EUL was intended to prevent sexual assault, it had a significant impact on men's sexual life. After sexologists and psychologists advocated for a way to allow men masturbate without other person's unlocking device, every wearer had been allowed to pick a "self-care spot" in privacy of their home and call for technicians to install additional unlocking station. Trying to keep balance between keeping men in healthy, non-frustrated condition and making sure excessive masturbation won't encourage either looking for gradually stronger stimulants or avoiding healthy sex relationships, government allowed for only one "self-care session" every day. EUL covered only genitals, so many men got interested in anal toys, which eventually led to being more open about anal play and increased pegging popularity. Pegging became a common one night stand sex, which allowed women to enjoy sex without removing EUL for their own safety. Men-loving-men communities had it a bit hard, because usually both of participants had penises and thus both of them had to deal with unlocking their partner. If their partner misbehaved, their device could be deactivated or taken away, even if they later wanted to unlock different person. This caused a new occupation to be born - sex offenders that had no problem with being punished by law, exposed cheating husbands and boyfriends by causing deactivation of their device.
To encourage good behaviour government decided to use more punishments than rewards. Sex crime definition became insanely strict, making even a slight mistake an excuse to register someone as sex offender. Things like catcalling, continuing to flirt or send messages after phrase "I'm not interested in a sexual or romantic relationship with you" or sending an infamous "dick pic" were illegal. First-time sex offenders' unlocking area would be restricted to non-public toilets and bathrooms, which meant they could use their own or their friend's restroom, but had no access to toilets registered as public ones, including those at work, college or restaurant. Places like campuses or hostels were required to keep at least one bathroom for registered sex offenders only, which was the only toilet they had access to as well. While innocent men and first-time offenders had their unlocking times unlimited, recidivists were limited to less and less unlocking times with every new incident. This was made mostly to discourage them from further abuse, but also made them stay home more often. Unlocking times were a joined amount for either showering, urinating or masturbation, so - excluding showers, when they could do all of these activities at once - they were forced to choose which they had been needing more. Social disapproval for desperate men had began as they were suspected to be a sex offender with restricted unlocking time or area. Being seen desperate meant an instant gossip and troubles with getting a date. Some men spent a lot of time training their bladders at home just to avoid this stigma. Adult diapers became prescription item, making it unavailable for average man after sex offenders used them as a way to cheat on their unlocking limits. Doctors were concerned, but no awareness campaign had changed this situation. Men just had to learn how to live in this new, weird world. |
This was another request, this one from @GrangerDanger, and it's set between Civil War and Homecoming (in my head, at least). Thanks for reading!
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The last bell finally sounded, and Peter sprang from his desk. It had been a particularly long and boring day, and he was excited to finally get out and…well, let’s just say engage in some after-school activities.
It had been a few months since Peter Parker had been become more than just Peter Parker and just two weeks since he’d returned from a last-minute, wildly exciting trip to Berlin at the request of Tony Stark.
Tony Stark. Peter unconsciously shook his head at the most ridiculous of the ridiculous things that had happened to him in the past year. Tony Stark had showed up at Aunt May’s apartment, spewing some bull about a grant. As soon as he’d gotten Peter alone (which, Peter thought distractedly, was even weirder – who else but Tony Stark could just show up and ask to see a teenager boy alone without so much as eliciting a raised eyebrow?), Tony had explained, in characteristically sardonic fashion, that Captain America was trying to help a mass murderer escape, and Tony needed Peter (who he knew was Spider-Man, because Tony Stark knows literally everything) to help catch Cap and the Winter Soldier.
The battle had been outrageous, and Peter definitely felt like he’d contributed (after all, it had been his idea to use rope to trip up that guy who’d become a giant for a few minutes), but Cap and his friend got away, so Peter hadn’t technically done what he’d been asked, and he felt terrible for that. All he wanted was a chance to prove to Mr. Stark that he could be better.
Every day since the airport fight, Peter had obsessively checked his phone, hoping for another summons, another mission from Mr. Stark. He’d spent his afternoons and evenings slinging around the city, helping people – mostly in little ways, no real big crime stoppage – quietly yearning for some actual excitement, something that would allow him to show Mr. Stark that he wasn’t just a kid.
That he deserved to be an Avenger.
“Earth to Parker!”
Peter looked up. He was at his locker, putting away his last textbooks, and Ned was next to him, apparently in the middle of some story that Peter hadn’t been paying attention to at all.
“Sorry, man. What were you saying?”
Ned beamed, his good nature entirely unperturbed at Peter’s distraction. “I was asking if you were coming to Academic Decathlon practice today. You already skipped two this year, and Mr. Harrington isn’t too happy.”
“Oh, yeah,” Peter cringed. He liked Academic Decathlon (and he definitely liked one particular teammate…), but he had totally forgotten about practice after school. He’d been so much more focused on…
Peter’s eyes lit up as he pulled out his phone, not having given Ned an answer. There was a short, exhilarating message on the screen.
Tony wants a meeting. I’ll be waiting outside after school – HH
“Sorry, Ned!” Peter had to keep himself from sounding too excited. “I have the Stark Internship, and I can’t keep Mr. Stark waiting!”
Peter was already dashing down the hallway, throwing his backpack over his shoulder, as Ned called out behind him.
“I’ll just cover for you, then! Remember me when you’re rich!”
Peter managed a half-wave behind him before bursting through the school doors. Sure enough, there was a conspicuous black sedan parked a few spaces back. Standing next to it was Mr. Stark’s perpetually annoyed-looking head of security, Happy Hogan.
“Mr. Hogan,” Peter nodded at the man, trying to come off as mature.
Happy opened the back door, not quite scowling, and Peter slid in. He told himself that Happy didn’t mean to shut the door on his backpack strap – he was just in a rush.
“So what does Mr. Stark need me to do?” Peter asked as soon as Happy got into the driver’s seat. “Does he have a mission for me? Are aliens gonna attack again?”
Happy was wearing dark sunglasses, but Peter didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were currently rolling.
“Tony just told me he wanted me to pick you up,” the man sighed.
Peter opened his mouth to ask more, but Happy was already rolling up the partition, clearly done with conversation. Only a little chastened – Peter knew that Happy didn’t like these chauffeuring trips – Peter sat back. He knew it would take at least 30 minutes to get to Stark Tower, and it looked like he was going to have to entertain himself.
As the adrenaline of the school day and learning that Mr. Stark actually wanted to see him(!) faded, Peter had an uncomfortable realization: he really had to pee.
He paused and wrinkled his forehead. He’d never really thought much about it, but yeah, he always went to the bathroom after school. Even after he got his powers, he’d go before changing into his improvised costume. Over the past two weeks, he’d just stopped at the school restrooms on his way out before ducking into some alley to change into the new suit Mr. Stark had made for him.
Today, though, he’d run out without even thinking about it; he’d been so excited, and he hadn’t wanted to keep Happy waiting.
Peter thought fast. He had to go pretty bad, but he was sure he could make it to Stark Tower, and Mr. Stark was always running behind or doing something important, anyway, so he was sure he’d have plenty of time to find a bathroom before Mr. Stark was actually ready to see him.
Peter pulled out his phone and succeeded in partially distracting himself for the remainder of the drive. He never fully lost awareness of his overly full bladder, but he was able to flip through Snapchat with only a few intermittent squirms.
By the time Happy pulled into the Stark Tower parking level, though, Peter had to press his thighs together before getting out of the car. He was grateful to finally be in proverbial sight of a bathroom.
Without a word, Happy led him to the private elevator. Peter thought better of asking where they were going, and besides, standing slightly behind Happy let Peter shift side to side without being seen.
As the elevator doors closed, Happy’s phone dinged.
“Tony wants you in the lab,” Happy said tersely, pushing the button for the appropriate floor.
“Right now?” Peter asked before he could stop himself, immediately cringing at how childish he sounded.
Happy glanced mirthlessly over his shoulder. He didn’t bother to answer the stupid question.
Peter inhaled deeply and stood up straight. He didn’t even know what Mr. Stark wanted yet – maybe it would be a two-minute meeting, and then Peter would be sent off to work on his own. Or just back into the car for Happy to drive home.
In seconds, the elevator reached Mr. Stark’s lab, and the doors slid open. Happy held his arm across the threshold, and pointed vaguely to the left. Taking the hint, Peter walked around him and headed in the indicated direction. He heard the elevator doors slide shut behind him; clearly, Happy wasn’t staying.
Peter couldn’t help but gaze around the lab. Of course he knew that Tony Stark would have nothing but the best tools and tech – higher than top-of-the-line – but it was still so cool to see. Peter knew tech better than almost anyone at his school, but even he couldn’t think fast enough to come up with names for all of the gadgets he was seeing.
The room was gigantic, but Peter heard the sounds of tinkering a few yards in front of him. Focusing, he saw Mr. Stark staring at a huge, holographic screen, making rapid adjustments as some of his machines carried out his orders next to him.
Peter squeezed his legs together again, determined not to squirm, before clearing his throat. “Uh…Mr. Stark?”
Tony looked behind him, hands still flying in front of the screen. “Hey, Pete. Come and stand over here. I’m updating your suit, and I need to get your biorhythms right.”
Wide-eyed, Peter walked over to Mr. Stark and stood inside a circle in the middle of some machines, trying to hold his bladder without making any obvious external movements.
Tony glanced up, then did a double-take. “No, you’ll need to get out of your clothes to try on the suit,” he ordered. “You are wearing underwear, right?”
Blushing, Peter nodded. Tony had developed material that basically shrink-wrapped around him at the push of a button, so he didn’t have to spend time shimmying into spandex. It looked like this new version of the suit had the same capability, so Peter quickly stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, stuffing his clothes into his backpack and tossing it to the side. Tony held out the prototype, and Peter stepped into it, grateful to find that putting on the suit didn’t require any new knowledge, so he was able to do it right in one go.
He pressed the button, and the suit snapped into place around him. Peter shuddered briefly; the sensation shocked his bladder, and he nearly leaked. Thankfully, Mr. Stark wasn’t looking, so he was able to cross his legs briefly, bringing himself back under control. He tried to stand up straight, still hoping that this would be over quickly.
Almost as soon as the suit was on, Peter felt a poke on his arm. He clenched his pelvic muscles again as he looked over to see one of Mr. Stark’s robots taking some kind of reading from the suit.
Peter felt himself starting to tremble. “M-Mr. Stark?” he asked, hoping Mr. Stark wouldn’t call out the stutter. “What is this for?”
“Suit updates,” Tony replied, not taking his eyes off the screens, which now held several different angles and readouts of the Spider-suit. “The one you have now, I just whipped up in a few hours to get you ready for Germany. Now, I wanna make sure you have proper – can you stop moving?”
Tony interrupted himself, enunciating the last two words. Peter felt his face get hot; he hadn’t even realized how much he’d been shifting.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, feeling more than a little bit of despair. What Mr. Stark was describing didn’t exactly sound like a quick fix, but maybe…
“So…what do you need from me?” Peter asked, grasping at a last shred of hope.
“FRIDAY needs to create a digital replica of your physiology, so the suit can read your body and respond appropriately to your needs,” Tony explained. “Today, we’re getting a baseline – just standard heart rate, blood pressure, cortisol, EEG stuff, and then later, once I finish some of the programming, I’ll send you around the neighborhood for a spin so the algorithm can build in awareness of what your body does when you’re spider-ing.”
Peter felt himself sweating, even though the material of the suit had super-advanced cooling material. Really, what Mr. Stark was describing sounded awesome, but he was a hairbreadth away from losing control, and the thought of wetting himself in front of Mr. Stark was overwhelming his brain and his body…
“The program’s pretty intuitive,” Tony was saying, still fiddling with multiple images on the holographic screen, “but it has to get a bunch of data from you to make sure the responses are accurate, so just sit tight, and…”
Tony actually turned around this time, exasperated. Peter forced himself to stand still, and felt a warm spurt soak into his boxers for his efforts.
“Did you not hear me say the word ‘baseline’?” Tony quirked an eyebrow, and Peter quailed under his idol’s stare. “Just stand there for about ten minutes, so FRIDAY can get all the readings she needs.”
Tony turned back to his screens, and Peter felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. There was no way he’d make it ten minutes, plus out of the suit, plus to wherever there was a bathroom in this monstrosity of a building.
“I know you’ve got more energy than us old people, kid,” Tony went on, talking to himself as much as Peter, “but surely you have the skills to just chill out for a few…minutes…”
Tony trailed off as he actually looked at the biological readings projected on the screen. The kid’s heart rate was well into triple digits, and his cortisol was spiking.
Peter, for his part, was crumbling. He wanted to hang on, he had to hang on, but he was leaking almost continuously, and he was in pain, and he couldn’t focus on anything other than desperately, hopelessly trying to hold back the flood without actually grabbing himself.
“Hey, kid?” Tony gazed intently at the screen, trying to make sense of Peter’s sky-high stress levels. “Is there anything-“
Tony didn’t need to finish his question, because he turned toward Peter and saw – and heard – the explanation for the kid’s anxiety.
Half of Peter’s brain was screaming at him to run, to get out of Mr. Stark’s line of sight, but he was completely petrified, unable to move an inch. His bladder had just started to empty, like a water balloon had popped between his thighs. Heat gushed down his legs, splashing – oh god, it was actually splashing – onto the concrete floor.
Tony opened his mouth to say something – his instinctive reaction to any given situation was to say something – but shut it again in an instant. Neurons firing overtime, he decided his only recourse was to avert his eyes.
Peter felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. His chest hurt, and sounds were muffled (in space, no one can hear you scream), and he knew he was still pissing all over Mr. Stark’s floor, but he couldn’t feel anything other than blinding humiliation.
His eyes filled with tears that he frantically blinked away, even though his face was obscured by the mask. His brain felt like a skipping record, or a car engine that wouldn’t turn over; he knew he had to move, had to apologize, had to do something, but he couldn’t actually think any coherent thoughts.
After far too long, Tony heard the overly loud pattering sound fade away. He stood in silence for a few breaths, then spoke, not quite looking at the kid.
“OK, just…just take the elevator up two floors, and there’ll be a bathroom down the hall to your right,” Tony instructed, trying to make it sound as if a teenage superhero peeing himself was nothing more than a minor glitch in his plans.
Peter pressed his lips together to keep them from shaking, but pressed the button to release the suit. The rush of air made him shiver, rapidly cooling the drenched fabric of his boxers. Despite the highly advanced fabric of the suit, he still felt how soaked the material was all down the legs.
“Just…leave the suit here, DUM-E or someone will take care of it,” Tony added, just as Peter was steeling himself to pull off the mask.
With that final direction, Peter drew in a deep breath, grasped at the back of the mask, and slid out of the suit, catching it briefly on his foot before he was able to step out of it entirely. He let it crumple in a pathetic pile on the floor, just beyond the reach of his infantile puddle.
Peter stood for a second, unsure if Mr. Stark was going to say anything else, but then reached down for his backpack and all but sprinted back toward the elevator, his vision blurry with tears.
In the elevator, Peter didn’t even have time to catch his breath. He was done; there was no way Mr. Stark would ever let him join the Avengers now. How could he have been so stupid?
The elevator door slid open, and Peter turned right, looking for the promised bathroom. He was just going to change, throw on his jeans, and then get out of here, maybe even –
“Peter?”
Peter froze. No, he couldn’t take anything else right now, he couldn’t –
“Peter, is something wrong?” Pepper Potts, Mr. Stark’s unbelievably glamourous and savvy CEO and girlfriend, was walking up behind him, and there was really no marginally-decent explanation for him standing in his underwear on one of Mr. Stark’s private floors of the tower.
“Peter? Honey?” The boy was frozen, so Pepper approached cautiously, not wanting to scare him. She could hear his shaky breath, and, as he was, in fact, in his underwear, she was already forming a hypothesis of what had happened.
Sure enough, when she approached him, she saw the dark stain across the front of his boxers and the redness around the rims of his eyes. She felt terrible for the teen, but at the same time, she was intensely irritated with Tony.
“It’s OK, honey,” she assured the still-quivering boy in front of her. “The bathroom’s that third door there. You can get cleaned up.”
Peter nodded, messily wiping his nose on the back of his hand, but not moving toward the indicated room.
“Were you with Tony?” Pepper asked gently.
“It wasn’t his fault,” Peter insisted quickly. “I just…I didn’t…it wasn’t Mr. Stark’s fault.”
Pepper knew better than to either believe Peter or to push him any further, so she just smiled softly and pointed down the hall. “There’s a chute in the bathroom. Put your wet things in there, and FRIDAY will wash and dry them for you.”
“No, I-“
Pepper waved a hand, cutting off Peter’s protest. “It’ll take ten minutes. She’ll be done before you’re out of the shower.”
Peter hung his head. All he wanted to do was get the hell out of Stark Tower, but he couldn’t argue with Miss Potts. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, then slunk off down the hallway.
Pepper watched the boy close the bathroom door behind him, then turned on her stiletto-ed heel and stalked into the elevator. In seconds, she stormed into the lab.
“Tony!”
Tony winced at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. Correctly assuming that she’d run into the kid upstairs, he didn’t even bother with a quip; he just turned away from his screen to face the wrathful Pepper.
“What were you thinking?” she demanded.
Tony sighed. “He didn’t say anything! How was I supposed to know?”
“Did you even ask?” Pepper glared pointedly. “Or did you just jump straight into giving orders, not even bothering to say hello or offer the kid a snack or something?”
Tony’s shoulders slumped. He didn’t have to answer; Pepper was right, and he knew exactly what she was implying – who she was implying. He looked up at the woman he loved, the woman who was so much better at virtually everything involving people than he was.
“What do I do?”
Upstairs, Peter was taking deep breaths, inhaling the hot steam from the shower. He’d briefly considered ignoring Miss Potts’ orders and not putting his soaked underwear in the sci-fi-ish laundry chute, but then he figured that there was bound to be some sort of tracker, so she’d know and yell at him, so he reluctantly did it anyway.
He wasn’t really one to take long showers, but the hot water felt good helped erased the horrible feeling of wet fabric sticking to his legs, and what else was he going to do until his boxers were clean, anyway?
He hadn’t set a timer or anything, but just as he turned off the water and was reaching for a towel, he heard a ding. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he looked out to see a green light on the laundry chute. He opened it and found his clean, dry boxers neatly folded on a tray. He took a moment to marvel at the technology before his train of thought naturally led him back to the crushing shame of having an accident in front of Mr. Stark.
Peter sighed shakily as he pulled on his clothes. He tried to think positively; he could still help the city (would Mr. Stark even let him keep the old suit?), he had technically gotten to meet the Avengers (oh god, would Mr. Stark tell the Avengers that he’d peed his pants?), and…
Lost in thought, Peter pulled open the bathroom door, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He had just enough time to start wondering if he even knew his way out of the building when he heard probably the last sound on earth he wanted to hear right now.
“Hey, Pete.”
Peter stopped and looked up, trying not to raise his head dramatically slowly. Mr. Stark was standing at the end of the hallway, hands in his pockets.
Peter opened his mouth, but just like Pepper before, Tony cut him off before he could make a sound.
“Don’t apologize, kid. Don’t you dare apologize,” Tony ordered, though he didn’t sound mad at all. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“But I-“
Tony shook his head, refusing to let Peter talk. “Pete, I’m the grown-up here. And I know that. I didn’t think about anything other than what I wanted to get done today, which means I didn’t think about you at all, and that was really crappy of me.”
Peter bit the inside of his lip. Mr. Stark sounded almost sad, and he didn’t want him to be sad, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do if Mr. Stark didn’t want him to apologize.
“I know better than that, kid,” Tony sighed. “I know better than that because that’s how I was raised. My old man never asked if I needed anything, never cared about what I wanted. He was all about getting the work done. And I told myself I’d be better than that.”
Tony gazed at Peter and shrugged, unable to fully verbalize how awful he felt for what he’d inadvertently done to the kid. “You don’t apologize, Pete,” he reiterated. “I’m in the wrong, here, and I promise, I won’t let it happen again.”
Peter tried to smile. He was pretty sure Mr. Stark was just being nice, that Miss Potts had yelled at him or something. Then again, Mr. Stark did look uncharacteristically vulnerable when talking about his dad…
Tony was silent for a second, but it didn’t seem like the teen was ready – or able – to speak just yet. That was OK.
“Go back down to the parking deck,” Tony instructed by way of ending the obscenely awkward encounter. “Happy’ll take you back to Aunt May’s, and I’ll text you when the new suit is ready, K?”
“Okay,” Peter managed to squeak out.
Tony nodded and turned away, figuring the kid wouldn’t move unless he felt like he was officially dismissed. Behind him, he heard Peter scramble into the elevator.
Tony frowned to himself. Pepper had been right, as she always was – it was totally his fault that the kid didn’t even feel comfortable enough to ask the use the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if his little speech had done the trick, but he’d definitely try to be more attentive in the future.
And in the meantime, he’d be sure to add a dryer and a heater into Peter’s new suit.
Edited March 3, 2019 by Sapphire3619
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Another Equestria Girls fanfic based on various scenarios I recently thought of.
Wet Sunset Hidden in Plain Sight
Sunset Shimmer had a deep secret that she never told her friends, because she was sure they'd either be disgusted or make fun of her. She loved to pee herself when no one else would notice.
In the first summer after their graduation, the girls were hanging out at the park. Sunset was wearing her original outfit of a purple tank top and an orange miniskirt. She would usually wear her summer shorts, but she had gotten them dirty by falling into the mud, and although she had rinsed them, she had not put them in the washing machine yet, but this outfit was just as good. Besides, it wasn't just mud her shorts had been saturated with.
They had just finished having a picnic at the park, in which Sunset had drank a lot of water and two cans of soda. They were now going for a walk, enjoying the warm weather and the beautiful scenery of the park, when Sunset felt an urge to pee. She ignored it for now, and continued walking with her friends.
As they were walking past some bushes, Sunset went from uncomfortable to desperate. She stopped.
"You all right, sugarcube?" said Applejack.
"I have to go to the bathroom," said Sunset.
"You can go behind the bushes," said Twilight. "We won't look."
Sunset walked behind the bushes where she was sure her lower half would be well out of sight. Her friends all looked away, as promised. Sunset hiked up her skirt, but deliberately left her black panties up before she started to pee. She sighed in relief, enjoying the warm wetness as her stream soaked her underwear and flowed onto the grass below her. She took a naughty pleasure in peeing her underwear outside. She hoped the other girls wouldn't find out, but this wasn't the first time she had done this.
Once Sunset finished peeing, she stood up and walked over to her friends. Her panties were drenched, but her skirt hid the wetness well.
"Feel better?" said Fluttershy.
"Much better," said Sunset, and they continued their walk. The summer heat dried Sunset's panties in no time, and no one had a clue what she just did.
...
In fall, the girls felt like going for a swim. They all got diving masks so they could breathe, and wetsuits to keep them warm under the cold water. Fluttershy of course would always wear a wetsuit to the beach, which quickly became full of her sweat, soaking her white tank top and spandex shorts underneath. But in this cool weather, she wasn't sweating at all.
Sunset's wetsuit was skintight and black with some orange areas on it. Underneath she wore her new swimsuit, short, black, spandex swim shorts and a matching top resembling a sports bra.
The girls stepped into the water at the edge of the beach, and slowly walked deeper into the water. The water entered their wetsuits through the zippers and other openings, soaking their swimsuits underneath, but they stayed warm. Once they were deep enough, the girls dove underwater. They split up and swam around, enjoying the underwater scenery.
"This is simply divine!" said Rarity.
Applejack and Rainbow Dash raced each other to some coral, while Fluttershy swam with some fish and other sea creatures, and Twilight examined coral and other aquatic stuff on the floor of the lake.
After about an hour of underwater fun, they eventually started swimming back to shore, one by one. Sunset was the first to return, and as she was swimming back, she realized how badly she needed to pee. She hadn't used the bathroom since her morning pee, and had drank a big cup of coffee this morning before the ride.
Her friends were all still underwater, and even if they weren't it would still be easy to hide. After making sure all the water was out of her wetsuit, Sunset closed her eyes and let go. She sighed in relief as the warm wetness spread through the lower part of her wetsuit. A loud hissing noise could be heard, and she blushed a little, knowing if anyone was close by they would hear it.
A few seconds after Sunset finished peeing her wetsuit, Twilight swam to shore. "Oh my gosh, that was amazing," she said. "I got to study so much of this underwater stuff up close!"
"It was pretty fun, wasn't it?" said Sunset, trying not to sound nervous, for her wetsuit was filled with pee and Twilight didn't even know it.
"I'll just sit over there and wait for the others to return," said Twilight. She walked a bit of a distance from Sunset and sat down, closing her eyes. Sunset wasn't sure why. Maybe Twilight was a little tired and needed to relax. Sunset also sat down on the sand as Rainbow Dash and Applejack resurfaced. Pinkie Pie was the next to return after them, seeming amused about something as she was giggling softly. Then came Fluttershy, who blushed lightly as soon as she was near Sunset.
After Rarity returned, they got back in their van, with Twilight driving, and headed back home, still in their wetsuits. Sunset was the last to be returned to her house besides Twilight herself, so she had to sit in her pee for the entire ride, and she liked it.
...
Next week, the girls were at the local swimming pool. As it was inside, they were wearing their swimsuits without their wetsuits this time (except Fluttershy, who wore her wetsuit as usual). Rainbow Dash and Applejack were racing each other, of course, and Fluttershy was swimming in the shallower sections with Rarity.
They'd go down the waterslides, play with a beach ball, and have fun splashing each other, or have contests for who could hold their breath longer.
Until, after about an hour and a half, Sunset needed to pee. It usually wouldn't get so intense this fast, but all the water made her have to go more than usual. She didn't want to make a habit of peeing in the pool, as many pools forbad it. So, she climbed out of the pool and made her way to the bathrooms, being careful not to rush and slip.
She made it to the bathroom, holding herself, and walked into a stall, closing and locking it. With her swim shorts still up, she sat on the toilet and started to pee. "Ahhhhhhhh..."
As her pee splashed into the toilet, she enjoyed the warm wetness on the crotch and butt of her shorts. They were already wet anyway, so why shouldn't she?
After she finished, she patted her shorts dry with toilet paper and looked in the toilet. The water was yellow. Her pee was not diluted, and surely smelled. After flushing, she stepped back into the showers and rinsed herself off. Once all signs of her wetting had been washed away, she returned to the pool and continued to have fun. No one suspected what she had done.
Sunset also didn't notice Pinkie pee in the pool, as this pool had no regulations against it.
...
The following day, the girls were going to see a new movie that was rather long. Once they got their tickets, they walked to the snack counter to get some snacks. Sunset got some popcorn and an extra large Sprite.
"You sure you wanna drink that for this movie?" said Applejack. "It's 2 hours and 45 minutes long. You'll miss part of it havin' to go to the bathroom."
"I can hold it," said Sunset. The truth was, she probably wouldn't, but they didn't need to know she was wearing a diaper under her jeans. That way she wouldn't miss any of the movie, or worry about peeing all over the seats or humiliating herself in front of her friends. She had, of course, tested them first, waiting until she got really desperate then wetting her diaper, and was pleased at how it had been able to contain all the wetness while leaving her pants dry. She was also wearing her underwear under her diaper. She'd have a little more fun with it this way.
They walked into the theater and sat side by side. As the movie began, Sunset ate some of her popcorn and took a big slurp of her soda. About half an hour in, Sunset had finished both.
About halfway through the movie, there was a big action sequence, and Sunset really needed to pee. She didn't worry about this and held it until it became too distracting to focus on the movie, and then she let it all out. She enjoyed the relief, and the warm wetness felt nice. Her underwear was soaked, but her diaper protected her jeans and the seat. Sunset got quite a naughty pleasure of peeing herself right next to her friends, and they didn't even notice.
She sat through the rest of the movie in her wet diaper and panties, really enjoying how it felt.
...
In winter, the girls were skiing down a series of hills at a ski resort. They were all wearing winter coats and snow pants, and Sunset was wearing jeans underneath her grey snow pants.
Fluttershy, of course, was skiing down the smaller hills, while Rainbow Dash and Applejack were racing each other down the steepest hills. Rarity was skiing gracefully, and Pinkie Pie went off as many jumps as she could, having a lot of fun.
After a bit of skiing, they went inside to have some lunch. Sunset got some sandwiches and a hot chocolate, along with a 1-liter bottle of soda. All the other girls except Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy used the bathroom during this lunch break, despite Rainbow and Pinkie having drank a lot of soda themselves, and Fluttershy having a smaller bladder.
After they were done eating, they went back outside and continued to ski in their preferred ways. Sunset and Twilight rode a ski lift up a medium hill together, but as they were halfway there, Sunset felt her drinks go through her. She hid her need to pee from Twilight. She knew exactly what she was going to do, and Twilight couldn't find out.
They reached the top of the hill, by which time Sunset was barely able to keep from holding herself. Sunset had taught Twilight how to ski last winter, and she was getting really good at it.
"Ready, Twilight?" said Sunset.
"Ready," said Twilight.
They started to ski down the hill. As they did, Sunset looked beside her to make sure Twilight wasn't too focused on what she was doing. Looking back ahead, Sunset started to pee. She continued to ski beside Twilight as her jeans became soaked. The inside her her snow pants took much of the damage but absorbed most of the wetness so that it didn't show on the outside. She could hear the hissing sound, and knew that if they had been sitting side by side, Twilight would hear it. But they were skiing downnhill, and Twilight was enjoying this too much to notice little details like this.
Sunset got quite a naughty thrill out of peeing her pants in public. She didn't have to feel embarrassed about it because no one would ever find out. She wouldn't get out of these snow pants until she was back home, then she could change out of her wet jeans and wash them and her snow pants, and no one would be the wiser. She also liked how warm it felt in the cold, and the snow pants would keep her warm, however wet she was.
She finished wetting herself before they reached the bottom of the hill.
"Let's do that again!" said Twilight.
"Sure," said Sunset, and they rode the ski lift up. Sunset's heart was beating faster at sitting right next to Twilight in wet jeans and snow pants. But the wetness still didn't show, and Twilight didn't notice a smell.
She skied for another few hours in her wet pants, enjoying this aspect of it as much as the skiing or hanging out with her friends. Sunset had to pee again once more, and she went in her snow pants again, which got wetter on the inside but remained dry on the outside.
Eventually, the girls took off their skis and gathered next to their van.
"You... are dropping us off at home, right?" said Fluttershy a little nervously.
"Of course," said Twilight. She wasn't sure what Fluttershy was so nervous about. She probably needed to use the bathroom and was too shy to say so. She had gone quite a while without using it, even though she didn't seem to be holding herself now.
Sunset sat in the front seat during the ride home. She was a little nervous that they might notice a smell now, but they didn't.
Twilight drove toward Fluttershy's house first. Fluttershy wasn't fidgeting even a little bit, but she wanted to be on the safe side. If she was right, she hoped Fluttershy could get her snow pants and jeans off in time, even though no one would know if she didn't make it.
...
In late spring, it was raining, but relatively warm out. Sunset enjoyed walking in the rain in her summer outfit, her white and pink T-shirt and some short, relatively tight gray shorts. Rainbow Dash and Applejack didn't mind doing sports in the rain, so why should she feel weird about walking in the rain?
After about an hour, Sunset needed to pee. Her shorts were already soaked through so she just peed in them as she walked. No one would even tell if they saw, because of how hard the rain was.
...
I had thought about doing another chapter where they catch Sunset wetting herself and reveal that they've all done similar things (as you might have guessed from a few of the scenes), I wasn't quite sure I could make it work though.
Of course I heard a lot of people on here pee their snow pants, and I recently found out it's pretty common - not even considered unusual or weird - to pee in a wetsuit (unless you're borrowing someone's wetsuit). Fluttershy has probably done this at least once. Though they'd usually do it in water, I had Sunset pee on land so the pee would stay for a while after.
Edited March 4, 2019 by The Dark Wolf
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Inspired by a request from @Imouto Kitten in the request thread, I decided to try my hand at a supernatural-horror-omorashi-romcom thing. I'm bad at keeping promises to finish stories, but this one deserves at least one follow-up, so I better write it, right? But then again, it was a lot of fun to write, so hopefully writer's block won't be an issue.
“… Asha-atgaaaah!” Adam yelled the final words. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face. The darkened room had grown unnaturally hot as he worked through the incantation in Dr. Musgrave’s Demonic Dictionary. What had started as a game done out of boredom suddenly seemed much more real. But demons and ghosts didn’t exist, right? Of course not. This was a silly game. This was just a cheap thrill provided by a silly ritual and a dusty old book he’d found in the back of the library… Scratch that. Just as he’d all but convinced himself, the first of the candles set at each point of an imaginary pentagram blew out. There was no draft or breeze. The heat was now unbearable. One by one, each of the candles burned out—one second they were glowing, the next they were not, following some arcane sequence. Fuck me, it really worked. What the hell do I do now?
“What indeed, human?”
Adam looked around him, eyes straining to adjust to the sudden darkness. I didn’t imagine that, did I? That was definitely a female voice.
“You did not.”
Adam got up in a panic, trying to find the door but tripping over the heavy tome from which he’d gotten the bone-headed idea to summon a demon. He fell and just about managed to get his hands in front of him. When he looked up, he was staring at an indistinct silhouette. Slender, toned legs rising up towards curving hips, and above, a set of ample breasts straining against fabric. He pushed himself back from the figure, closed his eyes, opened them, and when he did, the candles were once again burning. And in front of him stood an attractive young woman, dressed as some young women do on a hot summer day: extremely short daisy-dukes and a white top, barefoot. She looked ordinary—well, extraordinarily attractive, as if her curves had been carved to appeal to him, but otherwise human—except for the eyes, which were pure black, no whites. Adam’s mouth fell open. The room had taken on a reddish tinge. Odd shadows danced upon the walls as if alive. And then the illusion fell away, the woman’s eyes faded into black on green irises and mercifully, white around, and the shadows stilled.
“I trust that shall do for a demonstration,” said the woman.
Adam stood up gingerly to face this abomination, and discovered that his thighs were sticky and wet. He looked down and blushed as he realized that in his terror, he’d peed a little in his pants. When he looked back up, the woman smiled.
“Kneel,” commanded the woman. He felt an odd tingling at the back of his mind, but it faded. The woman’s smile faded. “Kneel, peasant,” she said. Again, Adam felt the tingling sensation, but there was something else this time. His mind’s eye conjured up a rope, and he looked down to his hand to confirm that it was indeed free. It felt like there was something there, a kind of rope or leash, and although he couldn’t see it, he could sense the rope looping around his wrist and tracing an arc up towards the woman’s neck. “Kneel, damn it!” Said the woman again, but this time, the sensation at the back of Adam’s skull felt different. It was a violent recoil, like a heavy band being snapped back. The woman fell to her knees.
It’s the binding, he realized. The Demonic Dictionary said this was a binding ritual.
“You bound me?” She was sweating now, and the confident tone was gone. In its stead was exasperation, maybe even desperation. She clutched her abdomen as if in pain, and then she looked down and seemed to notice her attire for the first time. “What in the Nine Circles of Hell is this?”
Adam had regained his feet now and walked over to sit down on his bed. This is crazy, he thought.
“Crazy isn’t the half…” The woman groaned. Adam realized he hadn’t spoken a word aloud, but she seemed to respond as if he had. Not so confident now, he thought, testing his theory.
“I am a Lady of the Circle of Pride, you’re devil-damned right I’m confident,” she said. But her voice cracked, betraying her true feelings. As did her posture, a face grimaced in pain and clutching her abdomen as if she was about to vomit. Could it be that her pain was caused by defiance of her master? Adam tried to recall the exact words from the book. “And Whosoever shall conducte the Binding, shall command the Respecte of His Servant, and the Servant overcometh not her Master but on the Payne of a Death most payneful and everlasting.” Some old-timey shit like that, but the meaning seemed clear.
As he repeated the words in his mind, her face grew pale, and she doubled over in pain. Then she proceeded to vomit on his floor. Adam shot up. All color was gone from her skin, and the rasping sounds emanating from her chest reminded him of his grandma on her deathbed. Holy shit. Demon or not, she looked human enough now, and he couldn’t in good conscience kill her. What to do, what to do? “Uh, like, you can just chill, if you don’t, like, try to harm me or something,” he tried. Adam had no knowledge of the laws of the occult, and he had no idea if that would do it. But the woman’s breath calmed, and she managed to raise herself from the floor and wipe a trail of puke from her mouth. Her eyes were red, not demonically so, more so the redness of a person crying, and tears were rolling down her face. Adam grabbed a roll of paper towels off his bedside table—he kept it there mostly for the purposes of masturbation, sad single life that he had—and handed it to her. She wiped down her face, then stared up at him with what seemed like a mixture of pleading and hatred.
“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” Adam said. “I’m Adam. What’s your name?”
“Asha,” she spat out. Of course. That was what the book had said.
“Well, Asha, I can’t say it was nice meeting you. But maybe we got off on the wrong foot.”
“I can’t believe this,” Asha said.
“Frankly, neither can I,” he replied. “Hey, bring me that book. I need to figure out what the fuck just happened.” Her face grimaced again, muscles straining in an unnatural way like some sort of cramp, but she did as she was told, crawling over to retrieve the book and place it in his lap. Adam leafed through it until he found the page he was looking for. Under the description of the ritual was a short part about what to expect on success. He read it aloud. Asha’s eyes opened wider with every sentence:
Invocation & Binding of Asha, a Demonesse of the 1st Order, Progeny of Luste and Pride. Attempt not this Binding but with the proper Trayninge and Guidance. Whosoever succeed at the Binding shall be the Master. And Whosoever shall conducte the Binding, shall command the Respecte of His Servant, and the Servant overcometh not her Master but on the Payne of a Death most payneful and everlasting. The Servant shall be Subject to the Laws and Strictures of the Human Forme in this Playne of Existence, and her Body and bodily Needs shall be the Domayne of her Master, but her Mind shall be Free as a Dove. Frighten not at demonic Imagery, for they are but Trickery of the Devil and command no Power in this Realme unless the Master set her Free. The Ritual of Freedom shall not be recorded in these Pages, as the Consequences are dire; But the Ritual of Return, which shall sende the Demoness back whence she came, is recorded on the next Page.
The next page had been ripped out of the book. Adam frantically thumbed through the book, seeking a loose page, but there was none. Am I stuck with this… thing now?
“I would prefer,” Asha said, voice straining not to betray what must be an underlying, seething rage, “if you do not refer to me as a ‘thing’.”
“Can you, like, not respond to my thoughts? Like, some privacy, please?”
“I can,” she said. “Is that a… command?” She spat the word out like it was a turd someone had dumped into her mouth.
“It’s… Whatever. Hey, let me get this straight. Are you truly, uh, harmless?”
“I am a scion of Hell, human. I am never harmless to my enemies.”
Hmm. Can she lie to me? Let’s find out. “Tell me a lie. I command you. Tell me, uh, tell me the sky is red.”
“The sky is red in Hell.”
“Whatever. Tell me the sky on Earth is green.”
“The sky is green.”
Well, that was dumb. She obeyed my command, of course she’s not gonna be doubled over in pain. Hmm… “I command you to tell me the sky is green, and I command you to not lie to me. I command you to do both, at the same time.”
Her face, which had regained a little color, drained. “The… sky… is… green.” As soon as the final word was out, she doubled over and clutched her abdomen again. Her breathing grew ragged, and Adam felt compelled to put a hand on her slender shoulder.
“Easy now,” he said, and her breathing calmed. “Okay, so now that’s settled. I command you to tell me the truth: can you actually harm me as long as the, uh, binding is in place?”
She grew silent, eyes glazed over. It seemed like she was trying something, straining—her face contorted in a way that seemed literally out of this world, which to be fair it probably was—and then she slumped down on the floor in a heap, breathing heavy as if after a long run. He could see tears forming in her eyes, and she was straining not to let them fall. “No,” she said finally. “Not bodily. But I can still whisper poisonous words in your ear, as long as you do not command me to silence.”
Adam’s body ached. The ritual seemed to have taken something from him. He felt like he’d just returned from a heavy workout, and there were circles of sweat under his arms and down the center of his t-shirt. He’d begun the ritual at midnight, the witching hour, and when he glanced at his phone he realized it was now close to 3 in the morning. And he had classes to attend, people to see, things to do. Adam badly needed some rest.
“Well, in that case, I’m gonna sleep. I guess you can share the bed, I feel kind of bad about almost killing you earlier so I wouldn’t have you sleep on the floor. Maybe in the morning it’ll turn out you were just a weird dream.”
“I am your worst nightmare.”
“Whatever. Good night. Put out the candles, will you, and try to get some shut-eye. And no poisonous words in my ear tonight.”
“I do not sleep.”
“Whatever. Also, pretty sure you do up here on Earth. Laws and Strictures of the Human Forme and all that shit, right? Good night.”
He let himself collapse on the bed. Asha laid down beside him, her arm lightly touching his. This was just a weird dream, it must be. The candles burned out again, even though Asha was nowhere near them. His last thought before falling asleep was, It’s kind of nice to share a bed with a girl again, even if she is literal hellspawn.
In the morning, she was still there. Adam was reminded of the microfiction story he’d read in his Latin Literature course: When he awoke, the dinosaur was still there.
“There’s no devil-damned dinosaurs here,” Asha said.
Adam sat up. The first thing he noticed was his underwear, which was still damp from his little accident when the demon materialized. He blushed at the thought. He hadn’t pissed himself since kindergarten, not even just a little. But then again, he hadn’t ever seen a demon from literal Hell materialize from thin air either, so he had a damned valid excuse.
The second thing he noticed was that Asha had her legs crossed, and her hand was buried in her crotch. Her white shirt had ridden up, and he could see the contours of a bulging abdomen. She quickly moved her hand away when she noticed him looking, but her legs remained crossed. Did she have to pee? Her abdomen had definitely been much flatter the night before. And her body language screamed desperation. This was something Adam was very familiar with, as his search history would no doubt attest to, not to mention the used paper towels in his paper bin, but he’d never been fortunate enough to witness such obvious urinary desperation up close in real life. Adam tried to work through it in his head without silently verbalizing, hoping Asha’s sixth sense couldn’t pick up what he was thinking about. What had the book said? Oh yeah, her mind was to be free as a dove, blah-blah, but her body and… bodily needs would be his domain. And she was a demon of Pride. No doubt she was not keen on pleading with him to be allowed to do something as demeaning as release her bladder in a toilet. Did they even pee in Hell? Feeling the wetness at his crotch, Adam decided that perhaps it was time for her to taste her own medicine. At least he could allow her to get to the point where she had no choice but to beg. Might do wonders for her attitude. This is just like those stories I read on omorashi.org!
“What stories? What is omo-rashidot-awrg?” Asha asked. She’d snaked her hands down to her crotch again, but removed them when he looked over.
“It’s nothing,” he said. He got out of bed, rummaged through his closet for clean, dry, urine-free clothes, and began to undress. Asha looked on with curiosity.
“Some privacy, please?”
“Is that a command?”
“Do you not have this thing called rhetorical questions in Hell?”
“We do not.”
Adam rolled his eyes. “Never mind. Yes, turn around, you’re not getting a peek at my ball sack just yet. You gotta buy me dinner first.”
“Buy you dinner? I take what I want. I do not barter or exchange favor for favor.”
“Whatever, turn around and no peeking.” She did.
Adam got out of his wet pants and boxers, throwing them in disgust into his laundry bin. He might enjoy the occasional wank at the thought of a girl desperate to relieve herself, unable to contain her liquids as they poured out, but he did not relish the experience of doing so himself. Once he was dressed and dry, he told Asha to turn around and stand up. She did so, raising herself from the bed gingerly and standing up straight as a rod, but her confidence was quickly shattered as she was forced to bend over and cross her legs.
Adam picked up his phone and noted that he’d forgotten to set his alarm and overslept. Oh, well. Morning classes could wait. He needed to figure out what the fuck to do about the hell-spawn now joined at his hip before he could delve into Classic Literature or Feminist Literary Criticism in the 20th Century. Adam’s bladder was full, so he headed to the bathroom. As she crossed the threshold out of his room, he looked over to see Asha still bent over in the same spot, but now her face was white as a sheet and her face was spasming again. “Come here,” he said, and she shuffled over. For each step she took, her face seemed to calm, and by the time she stood right in front of him, she’d regained her color. Curious. “So, am I right that it’s painful for you to be away from me?”
“It would seem so.”
“Fan-tastic.” He rolled his eyes. Just one more problem.
“I would rather think this, what do you say, ‘sucks balls’,” Asha said.
“We’ll need to work on your sarcasm meter. Come on.”
Adam walked over to the bathroom, looked to the left and to the right to ensure that none of his housemates were around, and then dragged Asha by the arm into the bathroom. Adam unzipped and emptied his bladder into the toilet bowl, sighing in bliss. He’d needed that. Once he’d zipped up and turned around, he saw that Asha was eyeing the toilet bowl, hopping from foot to foot and clutching at herself like a toddler. A delightful little potty dance. But she made no move towards the toilet, nor did she ask for permission. She just stood there in agony and pride, biting her lip and saying nothing. Oh well, her loss. Adam was certainly enjoying himself. She was, he saw now in the harsh fluorescent light, very pretty, nice and curvy, with shapely breasts just the right side of unnaturally large, and her face was cute. If only she wasn’t a demon, he would have definitely dreamed of hitting on her but not actually dared.
Adam grabbed her hand, which forced her to relinquish her iron grip on her privates. Those tight shorts must be digging into her bladder something fierce. As they exited the bathroom together, hand in hand, they almost ran into Ryan, one of Adam’s housemates. “Whoa, get a room you two—Adam? I thought for sure that was Eddie in there with a girl. Would you look what the cat dragged in.” He measured Asha from head to toe with his eyes, and she actually blushed. Probably because she was potty-dancing like a young child, but Ryan seemed not to notice. “Decided to end your dry spell with a bang, eh? Good for you.”
“He was not dry this morning,” Asha said. Adam blushed, thinking of his pissy pants, but Ryan got an entirely different idea.
“Whoa! I like her. Don’t let this one go, dude,” Ryan said, giving Adam a very bro-ish pat on the shoulder as he squeezed past.
“Your friend is odd,” Asha said.
“That’s rich, coming from you.”
Adam needed to figure out next steps, and decided that the library where he’d found the cursed book was a good start. But first… He dragged Asha into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. “Drink this,” he said.
Asha let go of his hand and squeezed between her legs again, blushing as she did so. “I would prefer not to,” she said.
“Are you disobeying my command?”
“N-no!” She grabbed the bottle and chugged the contents so quickly some spilled over onto her shirt, wetting her chest. He noted that she was not wearing a bra, a fact more apparent as the material soaked through.
“This tastes funny,” she said.
“What do you even drink in Hell? The blood of your enemies?”
“That, or the seed of a lover.”
“Oh, lord.”
She grimaced and her face seemed to… bubble was the right word for it, as if something was boiling beneath her skin. “Right, demon, you and the Lord aren’t on good terms, I take it?”
“He is but a fairy-tale for puny humans and certainly no ‘lord’ of mine.” Her sneer was undercut by the childish dance in place she was doing to contain her bladder.
“Okay, potty princess, let’s go to the library and figure shit out,” he said.
“What did you just call me?”
“Well, it’s quite obvious you need to pee.” Adam shrugged.
“I do not… urinate.” She spat the word. “I am strong and above such silliness. That is the province of weak humans.”
“Okay, whatever. We’ll see if your clothes are dry by the time we get back.”
Adam was now lacing up his shoes. “What do you mean? Why would they not be?” Asha asked.
“Well, because it looks like you’re about to piss your pants. And we’re about to go out in public, and then everyone will see, and...”
“What?” Asha’s voice cracked.
“So you aren’t feeling a terrible pressure down there? You just enjoy dancing around like a toddler in the toilet queue?”
“I… may feel a certain pressure,” she admitted.
Are you going to beg?
“I do not beg. Ever.”
“Okay then, let’s go and hope you don’t embarrass yourself.” Adam smiled. This was the best thing about this terrible, weird ordeal so far.
“I might be temporarily weakened by the trip across the aether...” Asha admitted. “Maybe it would not be a bad idea to...”
“Are you really begging me for permission to use the bathroom because you can’t hold it like a big girl?”
“I do not beg. But...”
“Well, looks like Ryan’s gonna be in there a while, so you might as well hold it until we get to the library. If you can. Otherwise, well, you’ll just have to wet yourself like a little girl.”
“Like you did last night?” She shot back, staring daggers.
Adam grabbed her hand and yanked her out the door. “You don’t mention that to anyone ever. Hear me?”
“Yes, ‘master.’”
The display Asha put on while they walked hand in hand was extraordinary. Adam kept up a steady pace, and held her hand tight, so she couldn’t stop and squeeze herself, but her thighs were shaking and she kept her legs firmly together, biting her lip and straining with all her mind. When Adam stopped to locate the shelf he thought he’d found the book on, she wriggled free of his grasp, crossed her legs and bent over. Asha must be at the end of her tether now. Her eyes were watering, and she couldn’t prevent herself from grabbing at her crotch. Better get her to a bathroom before disaster strikes, Adam thought. Don’t want to draw unnecessary attention when I’m here to do demonic research, but it’d be a shame to cut the show short.
“No… disasters… will… strike,” Asha said.
“Never mind, then,” Adam said, and headed towards the back of the library, where the small collection of purportedly occult books was housed, wedged in between histories of Ancient Greece and Science Fiction. Asha shuffled after him.
As he rounded the corner, he saw that he wasn’t alone. A girl stood with her head bent down inspecting one of the occult books, and when she heard them approach, she turned around. Shit. It was Amy, his platonic friend that he wished was something more. In classic Adam style, he had made no move and she’d found a boyfriend. “Oh, Adam! Who’s your friend?” She said, beaming him a heart-melting smile.
“Oh, Amy. This is my, uh, friend, Asha.”
“Nice to meet y—” she began, holding out a hand in greeting, but Asha was doubled over in pain. Asha whimpered, and then she looked down. Adam could see there was a shiny spot of wetness blooming on her daisy-dukes.
“May I please use the toilet?” Asha said.
“Oh, restrooms are over there,” Amy said, flustered, pointing around the corner.
Asha looked at Adam with a mixture of fear and humiliation. “Go,” he said, and then, to Amy, “I better check up on her, talk to you later,” and then they were off, Asha shuffling, halfway bent over, Adam keeping close by her side. It was a single-user, unisex bathroom, and Adam looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking in their direction before dragging the desperate demon with him into the restroom.
As soon as Asha saw the toilet, her reserves of strength failed her. Adam stared, mesmerized, as pee began pouring out of her shorts, wetting her butt, pouring out the leg holes, running down her lightly tanned legs, trickling down to her toes, one of which was bleeding. Of course, she hadn’t been wearing any shoes. Adam had been too caught up in arousal to even consider it. Maybe demons didn’t wear shoes in hell, but human bodies weren’t made to walk barefoot on gravel. Asha’s shoulders began to shake as the final drops left her body, dripping into the puddle. Her ample butt had a half-moon of glistening wetness, and trails of shiny urine spattered her legs. She was stood in a puddle that extended from the door all the way to the edge of the porcelain bowl. Then a low, keening noise, and then whimpers. The demon was crying. And Adam felt like a right asshole.
Without thinking, he put his arms around his demoness from behind, then reached over and wiped away a tear.
“Ladies of the Circle of Pride do not cry,” she whimpered.
“Sshh,” he said. “I’m sorry.” Why am I apologizing to a demon?
This time, she didn’t respond to his internal monologue as if he’d spoken aloud. Instead, she whispered, “Why are you being nice to me?”
“Because I just realized I’ve been acting like a horny asshole,” he said.
“Assholes are certainly erogenous, but they are hardly the primary locus of arousal,” she said.
“Oh, my. Good to see your sense of humor is back.” He put his hands back on her shoulders and turned her around. Her eyes were red, her cheeks streaky with wetness, and the front of her shorts was a mess. Adam handed her some paper towels, but then thought better of it, and instead wiped down her legs himself. She stood mute as he cleaned her up, the waft of fresh, accidentally spilled urine doing unspeakable things to his groin but his empathy telling him no, no, this is not the time to get a boner, and the result being a sad semi. There was nothing to do for her shorts; they were soaked beyond saving. And her feet—that must hurt.
“I guess we better get you some dry clothes. And shoes, definitely. But… We’ll have to dip into the occult section and just grab some shit, because we need to figure this thing out.”
“This feeling,” Asha said, “is that what you felt last night? When I came and you…” Her face started contorting and her voice broke. Of course, he’d forbidden her from mentioning his own little accident to anyone.
“Yes, I guess,” he said. “But what happened to you was in public, so I guess that must be far more humiliating.”
“It feels wrong,” Asha said.
“Yeah, it sucks, doesn’t it? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have put you through this.”
“I never realized,” Asha said, wiping away the last tears, “that humans could be crueler than the scions of Hell.” Oof.
“Well, I’ve made a mess of things, haven’t I? Feel free to punch me for being a dick.”
Smack. Adam was on the floor, a searing pain in his jaw, one hand stuck in the puddle of urine, eyes watering. Slowly, he stumbled to his feet, whimpering. The girl had surprising strength.
“I guess I deserved that,” he said, hand to his jaw. That’s gonna bruise. “In the future, if I tell you to punch me, I mean, like, lightly in the shoulder, not a knockout punch to the face.”
“You did deserve it,” Asha said, and something like a smirk played on her lips. It was the first time since she realized he’d successfully bound her that he’d seen her smile.
It was almost enough to make up for the pain, to see her smile again. Almost. What’s gotten into me? Don’t tell me I’m falling for a god-damned demon.
“I heard that, and I have seen no signs of unsteady gait. You do not appear to be falling down very much, unless you happen to tell me to punch you.”
“It’s… Never mind. I’m gonna have to teach you some idioms. Okay, sorry to say, you’re gonna have to walk home in this state, and some people will probably stare. You ready?”
“Yes.”
Adam took her hand and brought her round back to the occult section. He wanted to minimize Asha’s exposure to the public, but he also really needed to figure out what the hell was going on and how to fix it. He had no idea what the laws and rules governing interdimensional travel were, but for all he knew he might have opened a gateway for all sorts of terrible hell-spawn to travel through. And he couldn’t live his entire life with a demon joined at the hip. How was he going to explain that to his parents? To future girlfriends? They’d just have to grab some books, yeah, and then Asha could carry them in front of her soiled shorts to hide her accident from the front. Excellent plan.
Except Amy was still there, rummaging through the occult section, desperately looking for something. She turned around and her mouth fell open when she saw the state of Asha’s shorts.
“Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry that happened to you. Adam, why didn’t you show her where the toilets were? Where are your manners?”
Asha blushed and squeezed Adam’s hand. Hard enough as to almost be painful. She couldn’t harm him, but she could certainly signal her desire to do so.
“Uh, yeah, I’m terribly sorry. We need to just grab some books and then we’ll get out of here!”
“Your girlfriend is clearly in distress, humiliated in public, and you care about books? I thought you were a gentleman,” Amy said, frowning. Adam blushed.
“She’s not my girlfriend, but yeah, you’re right, we’ll hurry, just really need to grab some stuff real quick...” He was stumbling over his words. Amy raised an eyebrow at him in response. Oh, yeah. They were holding hands. Of course anyone would think they were a couple.
“It’s okay,” Asha said, although her tone did not sound OK at all. “We really need some books.”
“I’m sorry he’s such a dick, better you found out now than later,” Amy said, addressing Asha. “I’ll help you find whatever it is. I can, uh, I can walk you home, behind, and you can, like, hold the books in front, and then you can maybe hide what happened. What is it you’re looking for?”
“I don’t really know, to be honest,” Adam said. “Anything about, like, binding demons and how to return them to Hell, I guess.” He realized as he said it out loud how stupid it sounded.
But Amy perked up. “I didn’t know you were into the occult too,” she said.
“Wait, you’re into the occult?” Adam hadn’t expected that.
“I was just looking for this book I thought I saw here, the Demonic Dictionary, but I can’t find it,” Amy said.
No way, Adam thought.
“Yes way,” Asha said.
“Yes way?” Amy looked confused.
“I have it,” Adam blurted out. “The book.” Why did I say that?
“You have it? That’s dangerous stuff right there. It’s got a rep for being, like, the only actual manual of demonology in existence, the rest are just bullshit and superstition,” Amy said. “Don’t tell me you’re intending to try a ritual.”
Asha and Adam looked over at each other.
“Don’t tell me you two actually already did one?” Amy said.
Asha, do the thing. The thing with the eyes. You can still do that, right?
Asha’s eyes briefly flashed. One second, green, probing, the next, dark, inky voids of nothingness, darkness swallowing all color, then green again. The whole thing was over in a second, but Amy took a frightened step back.
“I did the ritual. She’s the result.”
“Oh my God,” Amy said.
Asha’s face contorted at the invocation of the Lord.
“You actually fucking bound a demon. This is so cool!” |
Chapter 2
The three of them were sitting in Adam’s room, which he was trying to air out. He’d forgotten to clean up the vomit from the night before, and by mid-morning it was smelling pretty bad. Asha was freshly showered and sitting in a borrowed set of Amy’s clothes, which were too small for her, but would have to do for the time being. Asha was both taller and curvier, and her new shirt exposed her belly-button in a way the designer had surely not intended. Her jeans were so tight they “rubbed at her pussy,” as she said, and when she noticed Adam’s discomfort when she said that, she began chanting pussy, pussy, rubs at my pussy until he’d ordered her to cut it out, which garnered a devilish giggle from the demon.
Showering had been an awkward affair. They’d gone to Amy’s place, since her parents had set her up with an apartment of her own, so they had privacy. When they entered, he noted that his dashingly average looks had taken a step down in the face apartment: the side of his face was swelling up and turning a sickening shade of greenish yellow where Asha’s haymaker had hit him.
They’d quickly determined that Asha could not shower on her own, since she doubled over in pain the moment she was more than three steps away from him. So he had to go in with her, determined to sit on the toilet lid and respectfully avert his eyes from her. Except when she attempted to remove her soiled clothes, she groaned in pain again. Then she’d reminded him of the book’s words: her bodily needs were the domain of her Master, Adam. Apparently that meant she couldn’t even undress herself. So he had to help her out of her clothes, lowering the wet shorts, then down with the soaking, dripping panties. As he touched the wet fabric, his crotch pitched a tent, and to make matters worse, she picked up on it and began grinding herself into his hand, which he knew she was doing just to wind him up. “Cut it out,” he said, and then he led her to the shower, doused her with cold water just to take the grin off her face, and wet a washcloth.
Quickly, he rubbed the cloth over her skin, trying to get her clean without getting himself worked up. “My crotch feels icky,” she said, when he respectfully declined to touch her between the legs. “It feels like the urine is still there.” Cursing inwardly, he began to wipe her down. “I heard that,” she reminded him. “Keep going.” So he did, rubbing at her lips, her hairless mound, around the inside of her thighs, and she moaned.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” he said.
“I am used to slaves.”
“You’re the damn slave, not me.”
She looked hurt at that. Adam regretted bringing it up. So he brought the cloth up again, between her legs, rubbing slowly, and her eyes glazed over. Then he stopped before either he or she could get more worked up. Why the hell am I acting like this? She’s a demon, hell-spawn, a devil, and she hates me, and terrifies me.
“Glad to hear it,” she cooed.
And I am pleasuring her, because I felt bad for her.
Now she was fully dressed, and he tried to forget the way she fluttered her eyelashes and blew him a kiss while he toweled her off.
It turned out that Amy knew a hell of a lot more about demonology than Adam. He’d picked up the Dictionary out of pure boredom. Aside from trying to summon Bloody Mary in the mirror at a sleepover in sixth grade, he had never dabbled in the occult. “Bloody Mary is a myth,” Asha said. “Bloody Angelique, however, is very much real, and you do not want her in your mirror.” Neither of the two humans felt compelled to ask for any details. Amy explained that she’d gotten into the occult as a side effect of a teenage goth phase, but once she got older, she started researching obscure literature on the matter, and then she had “an experience”, which he declined to elaborate on, but which had somehow convinced her that demons were realer than she’d thought. Her research had eventually led her to the idea that the Demonic Dictionary was the real deal, for reasons that seemed fairly flimsy to Adam, but he couldn’t deny the evidence in front of his eyes.
Unfortunately, the book which called itself a dictionary lacked an index and was not organized alphabetically. At least not according to any alphabet he knew. They’d spent an hour flipping through the book, but couldn’t find anything helpful about returning demons to Hell. Nor any elaboration of the mechanics of invocation and summoning.
“Hey, Asha,” Amy said, visibly frustrated. “You want to go home, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then how about you spill the deets on how all this works? Can’t help a gal who won’t help herself.”
“Do you think I know?”
Adam and Amy shared a look. “You mean you have no idea how any of this works?” Adam asked.
“When I was young, the idea of being summoned and bound by a mere mortal was a scary story used to make children behave. As I grew older, I was taught that only lesser demons could possibly be bound, and only by a powerful necromancer, such as has not walked the Earth for hundreds of years, not a mere dilettante with a dusty old book. I am descended from the rulers of two of the Nine Circles of Hell, and no mortal should be able to summon me, much less bind me.”
“So much for that idea,” Amy said.
“Wait,” Adam said. “Spooky bedtime stories for demon babies? We’re just gonna ignore that? What’s it like to grow up in Hell?”
“It is Hell,” Asha said.
“Elaborate.”
“Painful.”
She didn’t seem to enjoy this turn of the conversation, so he took the hint and dropped the subject.
An hour later and no closer to solving the mystery, Amy had to take off for an afternoon class, but promised to dig deeper and see what she could find that night. She also left a couple of changes of clothes for Asha, but sternly told Adam that if they couldn’t solve this within the next few days, he should quit being such a cheap-ass and buy her some clothes in her size. As if he had the money laying around to fashion a brand new wardrobe for a she-devil. Adam decided it was high time for some food, so he set about making his decidedly mediocre spaghetti bolognese.
“Ah, meat,” Asha said as she dug in. “Reminds me of home.”
“Eat a lot of meat, do you?”
“Not yours,” she said.
“I guess veganism isn’t hot in Hell.”
“What’s veganism?” She said among mouthfuls.
“Like, not eating any animal products? No meat, no cheese, milk, eggs, anything like that…”
“Oh. What a silly idea.” She washed the food down with several glasses of water. Once they’d eaten, her mood seemed to improve dramatically. She even attempted to tell him a joke. “Why did the little Negro cross the road?”
“Jesus,” he said, and as before, her skin bubbled at the mention of anything to do with God. “Don’t say ‘Negro,’ it’s offensive. And definitely don’t say ‘nigger.’”
“Okay,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Why did the little dark-skinned mortal cross the road?”
“I don’t know.”
“To witness his enemies being driven by the lash across a field of spikes, wailing in pain.”
“That’s supposed to be a punchline?”
“It’s funnier if you expect the punchline to be racist. But you didn’t want me to say the N word.”
Huh. I thought racism was like, par for the course in Hell.
“Oh, we definitely regard all mortals as less than the ant you thoughtlessly crush under your shoe. But we don’t distinguish based on skin color, ethnicity, religion, gender or sexual identity,” she said.
“Who knew Hell was so progressive,” he said. “But wait—do you really regard me as less than an ant?”
She cocked her head to the side and considered it. “You have the capacity for cruelty, which is a quality I admire in my enemies. But you were also kind to me, which I did not expect. And certain things indicate you might one day become a thoughtful lover, if you grow the balls to flirt with a mortal woman. I am… conflicted.”
“Does that mean if I somehow freed you, you wouldn’t torture and kill me in some terrifying manner?”
“Probably… not.”
Adam sighed. “Guess who didn’t score any brownie points with the guy holding the leash.”
“You just said ‘brownie,’” she pointed out.
“So?”
“So, isn’t that racist?”
“Jee—damn it,” he corrected himself. “Brownies are a form of cake. Brownie points is an expression. Don’t take everything so literally.”
Adam retired to his bed to leaf through the book again, and Asha sat down beside him. After a while, she began subtly rocking back and forth. Then she let a silent but deadly fart slip. He looked over at her. “Asha, do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“N-no,” she said, biting her lip.
“Well, I’m not taking the chance on you ruining Amy’s panties. Let’s go.”
“I don’t need to go.”
“You go when I say you go.”
“Y-yes, ‘master.’” She got up, holding her belly.
When they got to the bathroom, the door was locked and the shower was running. “Damn it,” Adam said. He took her back to his bedroom, and she proceeded to pace back and forth for the next fifteen minutes while insisting she could hold it.
“Listen, apparently I’m the one who has to clean you, and I didn’t sign up for this,” he said. Then he dragged her back to the bathroom, which was mercifully empty. He helped her lower her tight jeans, then her panties, and she sat down on the toilet and did her business. She did not pee, however. When he helped her up, he inspected the panties. “Thank go—thankfully there’s no stain,” he said. “You gotta tell me when you need to go.”
“I’m not a baby,” she said.
“Could have fooled me.”
They were back in his bedroom now. “What do you know about Pride?” She asked.
“About pride?”
“I am a Demon of the 1st Class, Adam,” she said. “I am a Lady of the Court of Pride, the Seventh Circle of Hell, which sits above and dominates the Sixth Circle, the Circle of Wrath. I am a Devourer, a Flayer, a proud member of the Court of my ancestors.”
“Wait, I thought Wrath was the fifth circle.”
“Do you really think Dante actually visited Hell before he wrote his silly poem?”
“Huh, guess not.”
“He didn’t visit alive, anyway.”
Adam shuddered.
“Anyway, as I was saying. I am a Scion of Pride, and on my mother’s side, of Lust. I am a standard-bearer of confidence. A crusher of hope, a denier of weakness...”
“So what you’re trying to say, in a very round-about way, is that it’s very hard for you to be seen as vulnerable or admit weakness?”
“Y-yes,” she gulped.
“Well,” he said, “like it or not, humans are weak, and your body is human now, at least for the time being. And it is far better to admit a minor weakness sooner, rather than demonstrate a major weakness later, in devastating fashion. Don’t you agree?”
She nodded.
“What did you feel when you wet yourself at the library?”
“A way I haven’t felt in a long time. Not since I was a mere spawnling.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I would rather not.” He didn’t want to push her, but at the same time, he was curious. If he could somehow understand her, understand what Hell was truly like, then maybe he could get a grip on how this all worked. Get a grip on how to send her home.
“I said, tell me about it.”
“Very well.” The color drained from her face. “I was a mere—a child, as you reckon it. Or maybe a teenager. I… How am I going to tell this story in a way that you can comprehend? Let’s try this: I had to wake my father and inform him that I had wet the bed.”
“Wait, wet the bed? Like, urine, sheets...”
“No, not like that. Not at all.” She rolled her eyes. “It did not happen like that. But the metaphysics of Hell are far greater than a tiny mortal mind can comprehend. We do not sleep, we do not urinate, we do not have beds. Even the pits of fire are just a metaphor. I’m telling you an allegory to help you understand. Nothing I’m about to tell you happened quite like that, but you can imagine something analogous, but which you couldn’t possibly wrap your little brain around, okay?”
“Go on.”
“Okay. So I woke up, realized I had somehow lost control of myself in my sleep, and that I was now drenched. I felt the smell, the cooling wetness clinging to me, the terrible shame. I cried, and then I had to tell my father what I had done. And he… Do you command me to go on?” Her lower lip trembled. She was clearly reliving a traumatic memory. Suddenly he felt like a jerk for dredging up what lay better buried.
“You can be brief if you like.”
“Suffice it to say, I thought he might punish me corporeally. Perhaps put me to the stake for a fortnight: it is not lethal to our kind, but decidedly unpleasant. But instead he did something far worse: he humiliated me in front of the entire Court at my debutante ball.”
“Your dad sounds like a jerk,” he said.
“It is the way of Hell. None of the details are exact, but my transgression was similarly immature, and the punishment equally harsh and humiliating.”
“And that’s what you felt like when you wet yourself in the library?”
“Y-yes.”
Her upper body was shaking. “Come here,” he said. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Adam took a deep breath, and then he pulled her close and held her. He could feel her breathing very quickly, sense the way her body tensed as he pulled her into his embrace. But then her muscles loosened, her breathing grew steadier and more regular, and she allowed him to place her head on his shoulder. They sat like that for a few minutes. Adam lost himself in the moment, but then he had to suppress the urge to subvocalize what the hell am I doing cuddling a demon?
“It turned you on, though, didn’t it?” She said suddenly.
Adam felt his cheeks warm. “You noticed?”
“My mother was a Succubus.”
“Oh.”
“Also, you said something about acting like a horny asshole. And I noticed your erection earlier, but I thought it might be the proximity to the female sex organ that did it. I didn’t get it then, but I put two and two together after.”
“I guess it’s a kink I have,” he said. “I’ve fantasized about having a bladder slave. But that was just a fantasy—I felt awful when I realized I’d forced it on you.”
“I guess I could have asked you for permission earlier,” she said.
“But that would hurt your pride, right?”
“Right.” She bit her lip again. Nervous habit?
“Don’t get cocky. I do not get nervous.” She separated herself from his embrace and gave him a glare that said, We may have just had a ‘moment’ but don’t let that fool you: I’d still incinerate you on the spot if I could.
“I’m glad to hear you are still slave to your baser instincts, as are all of mortal kind,” she said, reasserting her old, cocky bravado. “A little bit of breasts and buttocks, a little bit of urine accidentally spilled, and all the blood rushes from your big brain to your little one.”
“Tits and ass,” he corrected her. “Not breasts and buttocks.”
“Same difference.”
“Not if you want to pass for human until we get this sorted. The way you speak is like a pile of anachronisms had an orgy and your vocabulary was the outcome nine months later. And you do want to pass for human, because I want you to pass for human, and you have to do what I say.”
“Fine.”
Adam put away the book of demonology for the evening, deciding that he wasn’t getting anywhere and he might as well wait to see what Amy turned up. Instead, he booted up a game of CS:GO to take his mind off Hell. Asha stared in fascination at the computer, an invention that seemed to have passed by without notice in her Circle, but soon she was delighting in the virtual violence, and then he allowed her to play a match for herself. It went predictably badly, not so much because she had trouble adjusting to the controls, which she picked up quickly, but more so because she insisted on shooting the bodies of her dead enemies repeatedly, cackling like a maniac, while her team shouted at her over the voice chat and the remaining enemies shot her in the face or in the back. After that, he decided to put on a couple of slasher movies, sensing that violence was a good way to cheer her up. By the time the second movie wrapped up, it was late enough to call it an early night. He scouted the living room to make sure his housemates weren’t there—didn’t want to have to explain how the girl he’d never mentioned before was now suddenly his live-in girlfriend—and led her to the bathroom. He stole a disposable toothbrush from the pack Eddie kept for the benefit of his many one-night stands—made him look like a gentleman, Eddie claimed—and brushed her teeth. Asha submitted to this indignity without a word. Then he peed in the toilet and led her back to the bedroom.
There was a text from Amy waiting for him: “Found something. Tell ya tomorrow!”
Good.
They laid down and he fell asleep almost immediately.
Early in the morning, he woke. The first thing he noticed was that his side was damp. Then he noted the smell of fresh urine in the air. Asha was fast asleep beside him, head turned away from him. He lifted the duvet and stared for a moment transfixed at her black panties, at the glistening wetness, the slow trail of pee leaking out between the wet outline of her lips, slowly making its way between her thighs onto the sheets. The slow, almost inaudible hiss of a bedwetting accident in progress. A front-row seat at one of his fantasies, in the flesh. Wait, the sheets! His sheets! Adam shook off the trance, then shook Asha awake. “You’re wetting the bed!” He whisper-shouted in her ear.
Her eyes shot up wide, then she crossed her legs, placed her hands between them and strained to stop the flow. The hissing abated. He could see in her eyes that she was mortified, but at least she didn’t cry.
“Why didn’t you tell me you needed to go?”
“I… I woke up and knew I had to urinate, but you didn’t give me permission to wake you, so I fell asleep again.”
Of course. She hadn’t peed since her accident that morning, and had quite a bit to drink in between. “I didn’t tell you not to wake me if it was an emergency!”
“Well, I didn’t want to look weak.”
“Better to have an accident than to admit you need to go like a big girl?”
“I still need to go.”
He got out of bed and helped her out, but she sank into a crouch, and then she started dripping on the floor, pee leaking out between the hands clutching at her crotch. Thinking quickly, Adam scooped up his paper bin and tried to position it between her legs. As he did, the dam burst in full, and pee began pouring out of her, through Amy’s panties and pitter-pattering into the bin. Asha closed her eyes and whimpered, then sighed, then moaned as her bladder emptied into the makeshift potty. When she was done, he had to help her up on unsteady legs. She looked at him expectantly. What does she expect, exactly?
“Hug me, you asshole mortal,” she whispered. Right, right. He hugged her, held her tight, and she sank into his embrace. She let him hold her for a minute, and then she composed herself and separated. “Right, this is a disaster,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Get me cleaned up.”
“You don’t give the orders ‘round here,” he reminded her, but he did lower her wet panties to the floor and throw them into the laundry bin, then used a towel to quickly dry her. Adam opened a window and poured the liquid contents of the paper bin out, along with a couple of used tissue papers. The damage to the bed wasn’t too bad, thankfully, so he just laid down the towel for her to sleep on, nude from the waist down. Adam tried and failed to hide his boner, and she smirked.
As he was about to fall asleep, he noticed a sound. It was hard to make out, but clearly there, a sort of wailing somewhere in the distance. Then the intensity grew, less like something approaching you from the distance and more like working the dial on a stereo, until the sound resolved into a mixture of a wolf-pack howling and a woodchipper churning through logs, and loud gnashing of teeth.
He turned to Asha, who had sat up straight in bed. Her face was a study in fear, eyes wide, color drained from her cheeks, mouth contracted to an O-shape.
“Asha, do you know what that is?” He whispered.
“A pack of hell-hounds.”
“Hell-hounds?”
“Imagine a bulldog the size of an ox, with teeth like a shark.”
“Damn.”
“Except each tooth is actually another jaw, filled with more shark’s-teeth that are each somehow larger than the jaw itself.”
“Holy shit.”
“Then imagine a pack of them.”
“Fuck.”
“It was probably sent by my father, the Pridelord of the Seventh Circle, or perhaps by my grandfather on my mother’s side, the Lustlord of the Fifth and Duke of the Spiked Dungeon. Either way, they’re both bound to be exceedingly mad at me for damaging the reputation of the clan. And by extension, mad at you.”
Adam shivered.
“They’re looking for us,” she whispered, as the sound grew more distant, then faded away into the night. “But we should be safe until morning, since they went off to chase a false lead. They only hunt at night.”
“What will they do if they catch us?”
“To me? I don’t know, but it’s going to be painful and terrible. To you? The same, I suspect, except you are mortal and will die from it. Then you might find yourself reliving that nightmare for the rest of your afterlife.”
He shuddered. She crept closer to him, and he crept closer to her, and they fell asleep holding each other. |
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Chapter 3
They woke up to the sun peeking in through the curtains, partially obscured by a cloud. Adam closed the window and noted that the late spring weather had cooled—good thing Asha had something other than those ridiculous short-shorts to wear.
“Morning, mortal,” she said, stretching herself. “You stink.”
Adam smelled his shirt. Indeed. He’d only had time to splash a little bit of water under his arms and onto his face since the evening of the ritual, which was now a day and a half ago. Which presented a problem: how was he going to use the bathroom for anything—toilet business or showering or doing laundry—if he had to have Asha with him at all times? He couldn’t explain this sudden and extreme co-dependence to his housemates, or anyone else for that matter. Except Amy. Didn’t she say she’d found something?
“She did,” Asha said. “Are you going to stink all day?”
Clearly teaching manners is not a top priority when raising a demon.
What were his priorities, anyway? Now he remembered the terrifying howls of the night before. Right. He definitely needed to solve this today, before dark. So, shower, then hardcore research. He picked up the phone and dialed Amy. “Morning,” she said.
“Morning. Did you say you had something for us?”
“I did, but it’s not a quick-fix, unfortunately. I have a morning class but we can discuss it over lunch. Listen, I need to go get ready...”
“Wait! I need to shower and do some laundry, and I can’t explain to my housemates why I have to bring my ‘girlfriend’ that they’d never seen until yesterday with me wherever I go. Do you think…?”
“Put me on speaker,” Amy said. Adam did.
“Okay, I’m going to leave a spare key in the flower pot outside the front door. You can shower and do laundry, but bring your own towels. Asha, I’m trusting you to make sure Adam doesn’t sneak a peek in my panty drawer or does anything else remotely creepy, okay?”
“With pleasure,” Asha said.
“Thanks, I owe you one,” Adam said, then they exchanged see you laters and he hung up.
Unbelievable. She trusts a demon straight outta Hell more than she does her friend.
“You have a lot to learn about the female gender,” Asha said. She was standing beside the bed, and Adam blushed at the sight of her nude from the waist down.
“Put on some clothes, will you?”
“I can’t, remember?” Right. He walked over, picked up a new, dry pair of Amy’s panties—these ones were pink, with a Hello Kitty print, which extracted a raised eyebrow from the both of them and made Adam wonder what else he didn’t know about his friend—and raised them up to her hips. Then it was on with the jeans from the previous day, which had not miraculously grown any wider or longer over night. Asha swayed her hips as Adam tried his best to shimmy the pants up her thighs. Downside of being thicc, I suppose.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means these pants weren’t made to fit someone as sexy as you. Now shut up and help me get them on you.” She looked pleased at the compliment. Too pleased. “You can carry the laundry bin for me since you’re the one who keeps pissing in your pants,” he added. Asha frowned, but picked up the laundry as she’d been told.
As before, Adam tried to scout ahead to avoid his housemates, but this time, he failed. At the door, they ran into Eddie, the resident womanizer. He was taller than Adam, fitter, with a muscular chest and biceps that always strained at the fabric of his shirts—no doubt intentionally—and Adam hated the fact that he actually wasn’t a complete douchebag. He may look like a jock, and he may sleep with a lot of women, but he never lied to them about his casual intentions, never made himself out to be better by slagging off others.
“Oh, hey Adam,” he said, almost colliding into Asha as he entered the door.
“Out late again?” Adam asked.
“You know how it is,” Eddie said with a smile. “Dude, what happened to your face?”
“Got hit by an elbow playing basketball,” Adam lied. It was the best lie he could come up with: although he didn’t play in any organized fashion, every once in a while he’d play a casual pickup game with some friends.
Eddie didn’t seem to buy this, but he could sense that Adam wasn’t comfortable sharing, so he plowed on gamely, “Who’s your friend?”
“This is, uh, Asha,” he said.
“Nice to meet you,” Eddie said, extending a hand. Asha shot a look at Adam, and he nodded. They shook hands.
“You didn’t tell me your friend was such a prime specimen,” Asha said.
Eddie laughed. “You have a funny way of speaking, but thanks, I guess?”
“We gotta get going, talk to you later,” Adam said.
“Good for you, bro!” Eddie responded as they walked out the door.
“Your friend is hot,” Asha said once the door closed.
“Glad to hear it,” Adam said, surprised to hear the disappointed edge to his voice. “Sadly for you, you’re stuck with me for the time being.”
“I never said you weren’t hot,” Asha replied.
Huh. Adam felt his cheeks warm. “Let’s get to Amy’s place,” he said. “I’m dying for a shower and lucky for you, you’re getting in with me.”
“Looking forward to it,” she said and giggled.
The key was in the flower pot, just as Amy had said. He unlocked the door, tossed the key on the kitchen counter, and led Asha by the hand to the bathroom. “No staring when I undress,” he said.
“I seem to recall you staring quite a bit when you undressed me.”
“Well, I’m the one calling the shots.” He accepted the laundry bin from Asha and tossed it into the machine, then began undressing. Once he was fully nude, he began undressing Asha. Off with the tortuously tight jeans, off with the Hello Kitty panties, off with the t-shirt. She was stunning, as usual. Adam led her by the hand to the shower—her eyes averted from his nude form, as he’d requested—but then he stopped. “Hey, do you need to go?”
“I do not,” she said.
“Oh, right. You peed yourself just a few hours ago.”
Asha blushed. “I would prefer,” she said, carefully looking into his eyes but not straying down to his nude crotch, “if you didn’t mention that.”
“Why, because it’s embarrassing?”
“Yes!” She shouted. “Is this how you treat your girlfriends? Always reminding them of their most humiliating experiences? No wonder your friends are so surprised to see you with a girl!” Oof.
“Sorry,” he said. “If it makes you feel any better, you know I enjoyed it.”
“It does not,” she said. “Now please shut off and wash me.”
Adam carefully lathered her with soap, kneading it in, then directed the stream of the shower to clean it off. Then he picked up the bar of soap himself.
“Would you like me to do that?” Asha asked. What?
“I said...”
“I heard you. You sure you want to do that?”
“I want to.”
He let her soap him up. Adam found himself closing his eyes and fantasizing that she was actually his girlfriend, not the demon he’d accidentally bound. When she strayed to his crotch, he tensed up.
“You don’t like that?” She purred.
“I do, but are you sure you’re comfortable...”
“You mortals have some strange hang-ups about sex,” Asha said, and continued soaping him up. Adam couldn’t suppress an erection, but at this point, what was the point? She knew he was aroused, he had seen her at her most vulnerable. What did they really have to hide from one another?
He kneaded some shampoo into her hair, which fell to her shoulders, and let her to do the same to his. Then they cleaned it off, and it was time to towel themselves dry. Which is to say, Adam had to do it for the both of them, as Asha purred and moaned. “Is it really that good for you?” He asked.
“I have not been touched like that for a long time,” she admitted.
“You said your mother was a Succubus. I would’ve assumed you got it on all the time...”
“It’s not easy to find someone of proper breeding to satisfy my father,” she admitted.
“You let your father decide who you’re allowed to fuck? I thought you take what you want, when you want it?”
“I knew you wouldn’t understand,” Asha said. “Oooh, more like that,” as he rubbed her crotch.
“I presume I’m not of proper breeding, being a mortal and all,” Adam said.
“Shut up and continue!”
He rubbed at her, rhythmically, massaging her until he could hear her breath speeding up; her cheeks flushed, and then, finally, her entire body shook. Asha’s eyes were closed, her mouth partially open, and a little trail of liquid he didn’t think was pee ran down her thigh. She swayed on her feet and let him catch and hold her upright as the orgasm receded. “Did you just, uh...”
“Yes,” she mumbled. “I needed that.” Adam finished toweling her off and then dressed her, then himself. What the hell?
Now clean and dry, he led her by the hand to Amy’s couch. “Ok, Asha,” he said. “I need you to tell me anything, and I mean absolutely anything, that could potentially be relevant to bringing you back home. Anything at all.”
“I told you, I don’t know! I thought binding was a fairy tale!”
Adam poured himself a glass of water and another for Asha. She drank it down eagerly, then requested another. He handed it to her warily, reminding her to tell him the moment she needed to pee. She huffed and gulped down the water in one go.
“Think! You don’t want the hell-hounds to catch you, do you?”
“Of course not.”
“If this was a fairy tale or legend when you were growing up, maybe other stories that you thought were child’s tales were actually real. Tell me something we can use.”
Asha thought about it. “There was one story,” she said finally. “But it was so ridiculous I never believed it even as a spawnling.”
“Tell me.”
“The story says that time is a great cycle, turning around and around, on the scale of thousands of years. And at one point in each great turning of the wheel—”
“The Wheel of Time?” Adam asked.
“The wheel, the cycle, the great revolution, whatever you want to call it!”
“Never mind, that was a joke.”
“Anyway,” Asha said, frowning, “a powerful necromancer shall be born completely unaware. He shall not have any idea of his powers until the time when he first attempts to use them...”
“Go on.”
“And once he uses his powers, he shall summon and bind a powerful demon, and the demon shall try and fail to kill him, and be ever at his mercy. And the powers that be in Hell shall send their Legions to retrieve the bound demon, but the power of… Okay, the ending is just so ridiculous I can’t even...”
“Tell me,” he said.
“And just as the Legions of Hell close in, the power of True Love shall save the couple from the Wrath of Heaven and Hell alike.”
“Wow.”
“I told you it was ridiculous,” Asha said, but Adam could see her cheeks redden.
“Could that apply to us?” He asked. Why did I say that? I barely know her, and she’s a demon.
“Don’t be silly. I don’t ‘love’ you. You’re mortal, barely average in the looks department and you don’t exactly treat me like a princess. Don’t tell me you’ve, ugh, how do you say, ‘become in love with me?’”
“Fallen in love,” he corrected her. “And, um, of course not. You are literal hellspawn. And you’re not exactly nice to me all the time.”
“And you are not exactly a powerful necromancer.”
“Maybe I am? I did manage to bind...”
“Raise any Lich-Kings lately?” Asha shot in.
“Uh, no...”
“Glad we cleared that up, mortal,” Asha said, but her cheeks were still red. Did the fairy tale hit closer to home than she wanted to give away?
“Do demons ever fall in love?” He asked.
“Demons regard love as a mortal weakness,” Asha replied.
“What about your mother and father?”
“My mother and father were in lust,” she replied.
“They never, like, sacrificed anything for each other, just because they couldn’t stand to be without each other?”
Asha squirmed, not like her previous pee-squirming, more like someone put on the spot to answer a question they had never considered seriously because they feared the answer would be too painful to bear. “Do you command me to answer truthfully?”
“Yes.”
Asha shuddered. “My mother,” she said, “was set to become the ruler of the Circle of Lust after her father. But the other Circles did not wish for a single family to control two Circles, fearing it would upset the balance of power in Hell, and threatened war if this union came to be. So she renounced her claim to the throne in order to marry my father.”
“Sounds like love to me,” Adam said.
“Shut up!”
“What happened to her? Your mother, I mean?”
“I do not know. She has been gone for hundreds of years now, as mortals reckon time—since I was very young. My father says she is gone forever, but I know he’s still looking for her.”
They sat silently for a while, pondering this.
“This will not do!” Asha said. “Get on with it, mortal. Figure out a solution!”
Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.
“I would not ask you if I had any other choice!” Asha said, exasperated.
Adam thought about it. Finally he fished out his phone and started typing into his browser.
“This is not the time to be fiddling with that shiny little game!” Asha said.
“It’s not a game, Asha,” he explained. “It’s like a big library, except bigger and more comprehensive than any physical library in the world.”
Asha peered over his shoulder to watch him type in “how to return a summoned demon to Hell” in Safari. Asha made various displeased noises as she read over his shoulder, Adam scanning through the first ten hits and finding nothing but various obviously fake rituals and ghostbuster websites.
“Give me that, dumb mortal,” Asha said. He showed her how to navigate the smartphone display with her fingers, and after a few false starts, she was scrolling away. They spent the next hour scrolling through occult and Satanic websites, all of which were hopelessly misguided as to the nature of Hell, according to the demon.
“Am I right that anyone can put a book into this ‘library’ of yours?” Asha finally asked.
“Uh, yeah, that’s kind of how the internet works.”
“This is useless!” Asha said, and made to throw his iPhone on the floor, but Adam stayed her with a stern hand on her wrist.
“That’s expensive and I can’t afford to replace it.” Asha reluctantly let him have the phone back.
Adam’s stomach chose that moment to make its discomfort known. He was hungry, but there was something else… Well, shit. Steeling himself, he took Asha’s hand and pulled her towards the bathroom. “I don’t need to go!” She complained.
“Well, I do,” he snapped back. Better get this done and over with. Why was he so embarrassed? After all, it was only natural, and he’d seen her in far more compromising positions. Adam was forced to admit to himself that maybe, just maybe, it was because against all good instincts, he was starting to like Asha quite a lot and didn’t want to disgust her. He directed her to avert her eyes, then pulled down his pants and sat down to do the dirty but necessary business. Asha said nothing, but wrinkled her nose and waved a hand in front of her face to signal her displeasure. Once he was done, he noticed that the laundry cycle was done, so he proceeded to pull out all the garments Asha had peed in—the daisy-dukes, the two pairs of panties—slowly and deliberately, giving her a good look at them before he hung them to dry. She had the decency to blush.
“I’m hungry,” Asha said, after the toilet and laundry business was done.
“As am I. Good thing it’s almost lunch-time. We can go eat at the cafeteria and I’ll text Amy to meet us there after her class.”
“You’re going to buy me lunch? How nice of you,” she said. Adam couldn’t tell if it was genuine or sarcastic, but then again, Asha rarely betrayed any understanding of non-literal speech. Perhaps she honestly wanted him to know she appreciated it. Odd thought.
On the way to the cafeteria, he noted that Asha’s steps steadily grew shorter, and her face contorted in pain. Did she have to pee? But she wasn’t displaying any of the jitteriness he’d come to expect. Adam stopped and let his eyes trace down her thighs to her feet. Of course, the shoes. He’d had trouble getting them on her—Amy’s feet must be at least one size smaller than Asha’s.
“Do your feet hurt?” He asked.
“N-no,” she said, biting her lip.
“You don’t have to be strong for me. Tell me honestly: is it painful for you to walk in those shoes?”
Asha seemed to fight an internal battle between maintaining her pride and the desire to relieve her pain. Finally, her shoulders slumped, and she said, very quietly, “Yes.”
Well, fuck. I’m going to have to buy her proper shoes. Asha’s eyes lit up—of course, she’d listened in on his internal monologue, the sneak—as he grabbed her hand and steered her off campus, towards the nearest shopping street. They dipped into a small shoe store and Asha quickly led him over to a shelf filled with tall leather boots, most of which wouldn’t have looked out of place in a Dominatrix’s BDSM dungeon.
“This is more like it!” She said, eyes momentarily flashing to darkness, as if she’d found something that reminded her of home and couldn’t quite contain her demonic nature. Adam glanced over his shoulder to make sure the proprietor wasn’t looking to closely at them. She was busy helping the sole other customer in the little shop. Tall boots were not season-appropriate, but more importantly, the prices were not appropriate for his wallet, so he dragged her away, Asha pouting like a child. “You never let me have any fun,” she said.
I think you had fun in the shower earlier.
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered, and smiled. He found her a pair of running shoes for $49.99 on sale, and bought them for her (in spite of her protests) as soon as he confirmed that they fit. She winced when he helped her off with Amy’s shoes, and he noted that some blood had soaked through her socks. Stupid, stubborn demon. The shopkeeper gave the pair an odd glance as he helped her on with the new shoes as if she were a young child, but said nothing. As soon as they were on, Asha’s pained expression disappeared and became a huge smile. “I can actually wiggle my toes now!” She said out loud, a statement that surely didn’t help dissuade the juvenile impression she was giving off, but Asha appeared oblivious.
Well, there goes my weed budget for the foreseeable future, Adam thought as they exited the shop.
“You buy garden pests?” Asha asked.
“It’s a drug,” he explained, and added when he saw a dangerous gleam in Asha’s eyes, “I’m not getting high with a demon. Out of the question.”
“You’re no fun,” she said.
They were just about done with their sandwiches and sparkling water when Amy caught up with them in the cafeteria. “That class was utterly boring,” she declared. “Speaking of, aren’t you also in that class, Adam?”
“I’ve kinda got bigger fish to fry right now than, what was it, Intro to Greek Philosophy?”
“Intro was last year, this is advanced boring philosophy,” she said. “I’d rather be studying the occult.”
“What did you find?” Asha asked. She’d devoured her sandwich like an animal, dousing it with ketchup—reminded her of her blood-based diet in Hell, he assumed—and now her face was a mess. Adam absentmindedly picked up a napkin and wiped her face. Amy raised an eyebrow. He shrugged.
“So, like I said, I didn’t find a quick-fix, silver bullet kind of solution,” Amy said. “But I did find something that we might be able to work with. It’s something called the Rite of Transference. I found it in a book by one of Dr. Musgrave’s students, one Anna Mire, so it’s got at least a chance of not being complete bullshit.”
“I’m starting to think this Musgrave fellow didn’t really know what he was doing,” Adam said.
“Well, the ritual you did worked perfectly, you absolute bonehead,” she shot back.
“What does the ritual do?” Asha asked.
“It’s supposed to ‘transfer an Infernal soul to the place where its heart resides,’ whatever that means. I’m assuming that means back to Hell?”
Asha bit her lip, then nodded. “Let’s do it!”
“It’s not that simple,” Amy said. “I did say it wasn’t a quick fix. First of all it requires some arcane ingredients that we’re unlikely to be able to get our hands on, so we’ll have to improvise substitutes and hope that doesn’t ruin the whole thing. And secondly, it can only be done at midnight under a full moon.”
“When’s the next full moon?”
“Day after tomorrow. Looks like you two are stuck with each other until then.”
We should tell her about the hell-hounds.
Asha shook her head and gave him a look that he hoped meant, “we’ll talk about it after.” Adam held his tongue, but he felt a drop of sweat slide down his neck. Could they really hide from the K-9 police units from Hell until then?
“Lighten up!” Amy playfully shoved her elbow into Adam’s side. “I know you pretend to hate each other, but the way you look at each other tells me it’s getting complicated.” Both of them, human and demon, blushed at that. “Let’s do something fun tonight. Peter wanted to come over last night, but I was too busy researching arcane rituals.” Peter was a mutual acquaintance who’d had the courage to make a move on Amy while Adam pined away in solitude, and they’d been dating for a couple of months now. “I couldn’t exactly tell him that, so I improvised some story about helping you two out with a class project. He insisted on meeting the woman who could put up with your dorkiness, Adam, so he suggested we grab dinner together tonight, the four of us.”
I’m not going on a double-date with a demon.
“I’m not going on a ‘date’ with a mortal,” Asha said.
“Relax, it’s all in good fun,” Amy said. “You’d be doing me a favor, and yourselves, as well. If I’m gonna be busy helping you set up this ritual for the next couple days, I won’t get to see Peter much, and he’s gonna get suspicious if you refuse to meet him. He’s gonna think there’s something else going on between you and me, Adam, and you don’t get to come between us,” she said sternly, staring him down until he had to admit she made a fair point. He gave in. Adam was going on a dinner date with a demon.
They whiled away the early afternoon playing video games in his room, then met up with Amy at her apartment. He’d brought a backpack to bring back the laundry, which should at least not be soaking wet anymore, and Amy had agreed to lend Asha a dress appropriate for the occasion. By the time they got there, Asha was squirming visibly. She hadn’t peed all day: no wonder she was getting antsy. “Come on, I have to take you to pee before dinner,” he said.
“I-I don’t need to go,” she tried, her crossed legs betraying the lie.
“I think you do,” he said.
“I can hold it. You can take me at the restaurant if it gets bad.”
“No, I can’t, because I can’t be seen entering the same restroom with you in public, unless you want to pretend you’re disabled and I’m your caretaker.”
“You want me to pretend to be retarded?” She was almost yelling.
“Well, I wouldn’t use that word, but you got the gist. Or you can come with me now like a big girl.”
“Don’t you dare pee in my dress!” Amy yelled from her bedroom. “Demon or not, I will rip you apart.”
“Fine,” Asha said.
Once they were inside and Asha spotted the toilet, it seemed her urgency increased exponentially, and she was potty-dancing like mad while he tried to get open the buttons on her borrowed jeans, which were very tight. “Hurry!” She said.
“Stand still, then, silly.” Finally he got the buttons off, then he hiked down the Hello Kitty panties and guided her butt down to the seat just in time for a stream of pee to erupt out of her, splattering merrily into the bowl. Asha blushed, then closed her eyes and moaned as she emptied herself. It went on for almost a minute.
Adam put a finger into the panties. There was no visible wetness, and although they were slightly damp, he thought it was likely just sweat. She was after all wearing an outfit at least one size too small, and the temperature had risen once the clouds broke in the early afternoon. He was feeling a little hot himself—entirely coincidentally, nothing to do with the fact that he had a hand in a pretty girl’s underwear while her nude crotch was on display, he told himself—and resolved to splash some water under his arms before they went to dinner. “Good girl,” he said. “That’s the first time you actually made it without a leak since you, uh, arrived here.”
She opened her eyes, frowned, stared at him. If looks could kill…
“This underwear is quite childish,” Asha remarked as he lowered her jeans and prepared to help her into the dress Amy had picked out for her. It was a long, slim, black thing that probably was supposed to go down below the knees rather than mid-thigh, but it did look very nice.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Don’t tell that to Amy, though, you might embarrass her.”
“So strange,” Asha said. “My kind wears their kinks with pride.”
“You think it’s a kink?” Oh god, don’t picture Amy dressed up as a little girl… The thought had the potential to do unspeakable things to him. And curiously, the idea of being visibly aroused at a different girl in Asha’s presence bothered him more than the idea of her seeing him aroused did on its own.
The two of them emerged from the bathroom and Amy rushed in to do her makeup, then insisted on applying some to Asha as well. When the two women were fully dolled up, Adam noted something: his eyes were not drawn to Amy at all. She was wearing a frilly black skirt over tan pantyhose, a white collared shirt, and tasteful makeup, a look he would have drooled over less than a week ago. Amy had that perfect girl next door look that made Adam weak in the knees. But this time, he only had eyes for Asha: for her more mature curves, the tantalizing hints of her bare upper thighs where the hem of the dress couldn’t quite reach, the confident posture she carried herself with, the playful gleam in her green eyes. Even the incongruous running shoes in place of more tasteful high heels couldn’t mar the impression. She was stunning, and next to her, Amy looked positively ordinary. It was like a spell that had held Adam tight for the past year had been removed, but only because a more powerful spell had taken hold. He was in deep trouble. This was so wrong. She was a demon. She wanted to eat his entrails, or whatever it was demons did to their enemies. Then why does it feel so right? He thought as he held out his arm for her to grab onto.
Dinner began as an awkward affair, but once the initial introductions were done away with, it grew into a pleasant moment of domesticity that put his mind off the otherworldly mess he was in for an hour. Asha behaved herself, laughing at all of Peter’s jokes—which would have made her charming if she had a better grasp of the difference between a joke and a serious statement—and occasionally touching her hand to Adam’s thigh under the table. He knew she was doing it just to tease him, wind him up, watch him suffer a bit, but it had the effect of making them seem like a perfectly ordinary young couple in love. Adam didn’t even try to dissuade Peter from the notion that they were a couple. What was even the point? The fact that the two were never seen more than a few feet apart would give anyone the wrong idea, and it wasn’t like he could explain the truth.
They settled the bill, and of course, Adam had to be a gentleman and pay for Asha since she had no money of her own, while Amy and Peter split their bill. Definitely not paying for my own weed for the rest of all eternity, he thought. Maybe if I turn up the charm I can convince someone to give me a hit at a party of something.
The illusion of pleasant domesticity was shattered when they were on their way home. It was now almost fully dark out, and Adam’s ears picked up a low, keening sound in the distance. It quickly grew into a cacophonous roar of grinding metal, gnashing teeth, and howls. The hell-hounds are here. Amy’s face had turned white as a sheet, while Peter stood there with a quizzical expression, apparently oblivious to the noise.
“Run, mortals,” Asha whispered, and grabbed Adam’s hand. A terrified and confused Amy ran after them, leaving her boyfriend behind, standing rooted to the spot like a study in confusion.
Adam looked over his shoulder to see Peter make up his mind and began sprinting after them, yelling, “Wait! What the hell’s gotten into you?!” but then they rounded a corner and he was gone. The three of them ran as fast as they could, panting, following Asha’s lead through the campus until she led them into a back alley between two buildings and crouched down in the shadow of a trash container, putting up a finger to her lips in the interdimensionally recognized sign for silence, be silent dammit!
The three of them huddled together on the ground, squeezed between a brick wall and the trash container, hoping the shadow would somehow hide them. If not that, then the stink of the container’s contents. Adam stole a look at Amy, but her eyes were frozen in fear, and he followed her gaze towards the entrance to the blind alley, halfway illuminated by a street lamp around the corner. Something very large—like an ox, as Asha had said the night before—lumbered into view, but the darkness of the form and the poor illumination made it hard to make out just what the hell it was. The sound of metal grinding on metal was deafening, but it seemed to emanate from around the corner, not from the creature. The silhouette raised a lump at its front—he could see now that it had four legs, but its size and quadrupedal gait was about the only thing he could make out clearly—and what must be the head seemed to sniff in the air. Adam held his breath as the thing tried to sniff them out, but then it lowered its head and let out a blood-curling howl, seemed to shake its head and lumbered around the corner. The metallic noise receded into the distance. In its place was only cold, hard silence—broken by a steady hiss coming from Adam’s left. He looked over at Amy: her face was pale, but even in this dark corner, he could see her cheeks color when she noticed him looking. Adam’s eyes strayed towards her lap. The hissing continued for half a minute, and there was no doubt about what was happening. It wasn’t until the flow tapered off, however, that he noticed some shiny wetness on her pantyhose catching the light from the other end of the alley. Amy said nothing, but he could see her eyes were wet.
Asha let out a sigh at his right.
“What the hell was that?” Amy asked.
“Hell-hounds,” Asha whispered.
“And you two didn’t think to warn me those things might be after me?”
“I did not think they were after you,” Asha said. “But they must have figured out you were helping us. And I did not think they would be out so early—usually they only hunt after midnight.” And then, uncharacteristically, she added, “I’m so terribly sorry.”
“Wait, what about Peter?” Amy said, voice cracking, panic rising again as she suddenly seemed to remember she’d left her boyfriend out to dry when they fled.
“If he could not hear them, they were not after him,” Asha said. “They are not visible or audible to mortals except those whom they hunt.”
“Are they gone? Are we in the clear?” Adam asked.
“For now. I gambled that the smell of this garbage would put them off our trail, that they would think it was rotten meat and not mortal fear they smelled. It worked. They’ve moved on tonight, but they know our general location now. They’ll come after us again tomorrow night.”
Adam tried to lend Amy a hand to help her stand up, but she pushed him away. “This is not okay,” she said. She hurriedly tugged at her skirt to lower it, apparently to hide a curious lump that seemed to have swelled between her legs. Weird. Her thighs were still shiny from her accident, however. Adam was reminded of his own little mishap when Asha had first materialized, and decided it was best to pretend like he hadn’t noticed. If nothing else, to ensure the future good health of his balls. Amy looked furious.
“We’ll talk tomorrow, but don’t think you’re getting away with this. I’m super mad at you right now, Adam,” she said. They separated and headed to their respective homes, each of them looking over their shoulders all the way.
“Did you notice she peed?” Asha asked when they were out of earshot.
“Yes. Don’t ever mention it in front of her. She’s ready to rip me to pieces already, best not anger a charging bull further.”
“I didn’t pee,” she said proudly.
“Well, good for you, not pissing yourself for an entire day,” he said sourly.
She clung to his arm the entire way home. |
This chapter took me a little while longer to complete, but you can't expect me to write 3k words every day for weeks on end! This is the second-to-last chapter (possibly excluding a shorter epilogue). In it, personal tensions of all kinds (social and sexual) start to boil over. The pieces are laid down for the endgame. And it gets naughty.
Chapter 4: Den of Sin
Asha was already awake and stretching when he woke the next morning. Adam let his unfocused eyes linger on the curve of her spine where it met her butt. A pleasant way to start the day if ever there was one.
“I think I had a dream,” she said. “You were in it.”
“You think you had a dream?”
“My kind does not sleep. This is all very new to me.”
Right. “What was I doing? Hanging on a spear above a bonfire, slow-roast style?” He asked.
“N-no,” she said and blushed. “I feel strange.”
“Are you sick?” He put a hand to her forehead to feel for a fever, but her skin was cool enough to the touch.
“I try to imagine torturing you, punishing you for what you did to me,” Asha said, “but when I do, it hurts here.” She put a hand to her chest, near her heart. “I do not like it.”
Could it be the binding? Or is it some kind of Stockholm Syndrome thing?
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Asha said. “But I would not feel this way about just anyone that came along and put me on a leash.”
“Thanks, I guess.” Adam picked up his phone from the night stand and dialed Amy. Time to see if we can mend some broken trust. He didn’t look forward to this conversation, but he didn’t want to put it off either.
“Hello,” said a groggy voice on the other end. “It’s still early.”
“Are you okay? Are we okay?” Adam asked.
“I talked to Peter,” Amy said, and by the tone of her voice, he could already tell it hadn’t gone over well. “He was furious that we’d just ran away from him like that with no explanation. He begged me to explain what was going on.”
“What’d you tell him? The truth?”
“Of course not!” She spat. “Nobody would believe that. I told him he wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh.”
“And you know what he said? He told me I’d make him understand, if I truly cared about him. And now he won’t respond to my texts or return my calls.”
“I’m so sorry,” Adam said, feeling like a complete asshole.
“I told you that this thing wasn’t to come between me and him! This is all your fault!”
“Amy, I’m sorry...”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
“What? You won’t help us with the ritual?” He asked.
“Don’t call or text me. I’ll contact you when I’m ready to be friends again, if I ever am. Just leave me alone.” Amy hung up. The last thing he heard before the beep was a choked sob from the other end.
Adam threw his phone on a pillow, then punched the duvet in frustration. Fuck! Now he’d really gone and done it. Ruined his relationship with one of his closest friends, and burned all bridges to the one person who could get him—get them—out of this mess. Adam turned to Asha.
“You!” He said, suddenly furious and desperate to find an external target to take it out on. He pointed a finger at her chest. “You were the one who told me not to tell Amy about the hell-hounds. This is all your fault!”
“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t bound me like a slave!” She yelled, fists balled at her sides, arms shaking with anger. Gone was the pleasant demeanor, and in its place was a snarl that reminded him of her true nature. It felt like the temperature in the room had increased several degrees in the space of one sentence.
There was a hesitant knock at the door. Adam wiped his eyes, which were for some reason wet, and went over to crack the door open. “Trouble in paradise?” Ryan asked.
“Oh, uh, sorry, we’ll keep it down...”
“Hey, you okay, man?” Ryan asked. “I’ve barely seen you these past few days.”
“Yeah, we’ll talk soon, for sure,” Adam said. “Just been busy, is all,” and he began closing the door.
“You can always talk to me, bro,” Ryan said.
He’s worried for me. Of course. Adam wasn’t the most outgoing person in their little household, but he was far from a recluse. He’d spend most evenings that he wasn’t studying in the common room of their apartment, watching TV and shooting the shit with the guys. He’d spent the past few days virtually only in the presence of what they must assume was his new girlfriend, and he had a huge bruise on his face, and now Ryan had caught them arguing loudly in his room. He must suspect I’ve gotten myself snared in an abusive relationship.
“Your friend is worried about you,” Asha said. Her anger had deflated, and the temperature in the room had cooled to its previous level. “And you are worried about your other friend, Amy.”
“Yes,” he said, letting himself fall down onto the bed, which creaked alarmingly under the sudden strain. He couldn’t stay mad at her: she was right, he’d started this whole mess in the first place. And more importantly, being mad at her was like being mad at himself, since he couldn’t leave her and go somewhere to be alone, a strategy he’d usually employ to clear his head on those rare occasions when he argued with his friends.
She put out a hand, offering to him. “Are you still mad at me?” She asked, concern in her voice.
“No. I’m sorry for yelling at you.”
“Can we be friends?” He took her hand and shook it. If you’d told me one week ago that I’d be shaking hands and making friends with a demon…
“Good,” she said, then released her hand and clutched it to her abdomen. “I have to go.”
“Did we just make up so I’d take you to the bathroom?”
“No. Please,” she pleaded.
“Okay. But we’re going to find a public restroom. I can’t deal with my housemates right now. They already suspect you’re beating me.”
Asha bent over, clutching her abdomen, crossing her legs. Adam picked up his backpack and stuffed the final change of clothes he’d gotten from Amy in. “What’s that for?” Asha demanded.
“In case you have another accident.”
“I won’t if you stop dragging out the time!” She whined.
Adam tried to help her on with her jeans. Asha winced when he began buttoning up the crotch. “Does that hurt?”
“Yes!” She bit her lip.
“I have a sweater you can wear, it’ll be a little long so we can leave the uppermost button open,” he suggested. Adam retrieved an old hoodie with the brand ASICS in faded print on the chest.
“This is really what you wear?” Asha asked, eyeing the worn-out sweater with disgust. “No doubt nobody wants to sleep with you.”
“No,” Adam said, “this is the sort of shit I keep in the back of my closet because it’s too worn out to wear day-to-day, but I can’t afford to throw it out yet because unlike a certain someone, I’m not a fucking princess of Hell and I can’t ask daddy to buy me a new one. Now are you going to wear it, or should I button you up?”
“I—I’ll wear it,” she said, and he helped her put it on.
“I don’t, you know,” she said while he helped her lace up her shoes. “Ask my father to just get me something new if I wear something out, that is.”
“Do you ever do something he wouldn’t like?” He asked.
“Uh, sometimes,” she said, squirming on the spot. “Nothing major, though.”
“Aw, Daddy’s girl,” Adam said and offered her his hand. “Too bad, right now I’m your daddy,” he added with a chuckle.
Asha didn’t laugh. She frowned, stomped her foot on the floor, and spat out, “You’re nothing like my father. If you were, I’d hate you.”
“So you don’t hate me anymore? Glad to hear it.”
“Shut up!” She said, blushing. “And don’t think I’m ever calling you ‘daddy,’ mister.” Her eyes flashed into a vision of the void, then flickered back into the bright green he felt like he could lose himself in forever.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, squirt,” he said.
“I did not leak,” she said.
“Relax, it’s just a cute nickname.”
“I would prefer if you didn’t invent any more cute nicknames,” she said. “I’d hate to break your heart when I leave forever.”
The comment stung more than it should have. Adam realized that he didn’t really want her to leave. He’d grown complacent in the idea that she was always there, by his side. It couldn’t go on forever, but he found himself wishing it could last just a little longer, that it wouldn’t be forever cut short by the full moon. What’s gotten into me?
“You are mortal, and weak,” she said, as they walked hand in hand down the gravel path towards the nearest public restroom he knew of, in the college cafeteria. It should still be open even though it was a Saturday morning. Plenty of students studied in the nearby library over the weekend.
“So you’re not going to shed a tear when you leave me forever,” Adam said, trying to hide the hurt in his voice. “Well, I’ll be glad to be rid of you too.” Except he wouldn’t. He was only saying that in a feeble attempt to hide his true feelings.
“I didn’t… say that,” she said, stopping for a moment to hold herself.
“Okay, remember what we talked about yesterday,” he whispered as they entered the cafeteria, glad to shift focus to practical matters. “Hopefully it won’t come to that, but if we can’t sneak into a restroom and someone sees us together, you have to pretend to be disabled and that I’m your handler, okay? Otherwise they’ll think we’re up to no good and kick us out.”
“I hate this,” she said, but followed his lead into the cafeteria. Only a few people were there. It was still relatively early, before 9 AM on a Saturday, just half an hour after the cafeteria and library opened. Adam tried to surreptitiously lead them towards the handicap bathroom in the back of the cafeteria. Asha was now constantly clutching her abdomen and trying to suppress moans—clearly, she was in a bad way. Adam regretted not insisting she go before bed. But she’d managed not to have an accident all day yesterday—he’d almost started to think this wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Just as he put his hand on the door handle, he heard someone deliberately clear their throat behind him. Adam whirled around to see a male janitor standing at the corner near the bathrooms, frowning and gesturing at the two of them.
“What do you two think you’re doing?” The janitor said. He was middle-aged, overweight, and sported a mean mug.
“She’s disabled and I’m her companion for the day. I need to accompany her...” He spit out the lie too quickly, as if he’d been waiting to spring it—which he had—but no matter. Surely this grump bastard couldn’t deny them now? As if on cue, Asha let her mouth hang open and allowed a little trail of drool escape her lips, slipping down her cheek in a way that he almost couldn’t resist wiping away, in what he assumed was a generic impersonation of a non-specific disability. It looked incredibly stupid. Oh, well, he had no time to worry about political correctness now.
“I’m going to need to see some ID,” said the janitor, leaning on his washing brush.
“Dammit, can’t you see it’s an emergency?” Adam said, raising his voice. Asha, squirming and clutching her crotch, did nothing if not support his assertion. “Are you really going to let a disabled girl disgrace herself in public over some stupid power trip?” He made sure everyone in the cafeteria could hear him—although he’d rather not attract attention, he didn’t think Asha could make it to another restroom. People were starting to stare now. Good.
“Uh, relax, you can go in, just don’t make it a habit,” said the janitor, blushing. Adam dragged Asha into the restroom without looking back. She bent over as soon as he locked the door, and he had to help her stagger to the toilet. Asha bit her lip and crossed her legs as he tried to open the buttons on her jeans.
“Hurry!” She said.
“Trying!” As he got the jeans down to her knees, he noted that the front of the Hello Kitty panties was already dark red rather than pink, soaked. As he lowered her pants fully, her entire abdomen shook, and she spurted violently, splashing urine onto his hands and a bit onto the front of his pants.
“Sorry!” She said. Adam decided that the panties were a lost cause and helped Asha sit down on the toilet, panties still on. Asha immediately sighed and a steady trickle emerged from the front of her panties, soaking them further and giving Adam a peek at the contour of her lips. She closed her eyes as the pee began leaking out the legholes of her underwear, sputtering into the toilet bowl. Then she opened her eyes wide. “Get them off, get them off quickly!” She said, leaning forward, closing his view of her crotch, clutching her abdomen.
Thinking quickly, Adam put his hands under her armpits and hoisted her up, quickly using one arm to slip the soaking panties down her legs. Then he let her down, and Asha’s cheeks turned scarlet as the stream became a waterfall between her legs and she erupted from the other end. Adam respectfully averted his eyes while she finished up, heart pounding hard enough to threaten escape from his rib cage. “I’m done,” she said. She attempted to wipe herself down, but doubled over in pain when she tried, so Adam put a hand over hers and held it here, trying to guide her to wipe herself without having to touch her with his own skin.
When she was all dry and clean, he first inspected her pants—mostly dry, with just a tiny bit of wetness near the bottom-most button—and then her borrowed panties. The front was soaking with pee, dripping, so he had to use a sheet of toilet paper to dry them enough not to stain the pants. Adam had Asha stand up, and when he did, he saw the full extent of the damage to her underwear. The back portion was badly stained with a dark brown.
“Oh, my, you really made a mess of these,” he whispered.
Adam could see her tearing up, so he pulled her into a hug. Asha leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he pretended not to notice the wetness on his shirt. When she had composed herself, he separated and used some toilet paper to wipe her eyes.
“I would have made it if you took me to the toilet at home,” she sniffled.
“Sure you would, sweetheart.” Sweetheart? And she thinks of my place as home? Fuck, this is bad.
“Please get me cleaned up,” she said. “I smell awful.” That she did. Adam gingerly lowered first the jeans, then the panties, and wet some tissue paper to clean her thighs. Asha closed her eyes and seemed to be meditating—probably wishing she could disappear into a hole, he imagined. Then he brought the soiled underwear to the sink and attempted to wash them out, but the stain in the back wouldn’t come out. “This is useless. We’ll have to throw this away,” he said. “Lucky for you, I brought a change.” He retrieved a new pair of panties from his backpack—these ones were no less juvenile, a yellow bikini-cut thing featuring Spongebob Squarepants across the front and a set of denim overalls with metallic buttons at the shoulders. Asha said nothing as he fussed over her, making sure she got the new outfit on okay.
“Your friend definitely has some sort of weird kink,” she remarked as she regarded herself in the mirror. “Or she raided her baby sister’s closet. Put my hair in pigtails and I’d look about three-hundred and fifty years younger.”
“Would you like me to do that for you?” He asked.
“Of course not, you perv. I know you’d like it,” she said, and despite the rebuke, Adam was glad to hear her in good humor again.
“Are you feeling sick? That was, uh, quite messy,” Adam said.
Asha put a hand tentatively to her abdomen. “I guess I’m not feeling super great,” she admitted. “Next time, you will take me to the nearest toilet or I’ll have you roasted alive.”
“Uh, okay,” he said.
“You hungry?” He asked as they exited together. The janitor was nowhere to be seen.
“Yes,” she said. “But I don’t want to eat here. Everyone stared at me.” Adam glanced around the room and saw a couple of curious eyes. Asha was very obviously not wearing the same outfit she’d had on when they entered the restroom. “Okay, let’s find somewhere else,” he said.
They settled on a café around the corner. Asha ordered a full English breakfast, which pained Adam right in the soul—or rather, his wallet—but his stomach growled, and he ended up getting the same. “Be careful not to upset your stomach with all that fatty stuff,” he said.
“Be careful to take me when I devil-damned ask you to and not, like, twenty minutes later, and you won’t have to deal with it when it comes out the other end,” Asha said, pushing her fork through a piece of bacon demonstratively. Adam held his tongue.
“So Amy won’t help us with the ritual?” Asha asked between mouthfuls. She still ate like a savage, spilling food all over her face, and Adam felt compelled to dab at the edges of her mouth with a napkin. Apparently table etiquette was just another one of those things that worked differently in Hell than up here on terra firma.
“I’m still hoping she’ll come around, but I wouldn’t count on it,” he said.
“And the full moon is tomorrow night. You have to come up with something, a backup plan,” Asha said.
“I guess we could go to the library, try to find out more about this Musgrave dude. He must have gotten his information somewhere.”
They walked hand in hand into the library and steered towards the back, where the occult books were located. Adam rummaged through the shelf until he found a book called Biographies of Notable Alchemists (1397-1884). It looked more promising than anything else he’d found, so he brought the heavy, leather-bound book over to a reading table. This book, unlike the Demonic Dictionary, appeared to actually be organized in alphabetical order. Adam leafed through the book until he found the M’s, passing over Manning, Roger and Mirá, Esteban until he found what he was looking for: Musgrave, Adam.
“His name is the same as yours!” Asha remarked.
“Yeah, funny coincidence. Let’s see what it says.” He read aloud:
Adam Musgrave, born outside London in 1404, believed to have died in Plimouth, Massachusetts, 1650-60.
“That is a very long life for a mortal,” Asha said.
“Yes, it is. Maybe he discovered the Philosopher’s Stone along the way. Now shush, demon.” He continued reading:
The early life of Mr. Musgrave is shrouded in obscurity, but according to legend he attempted unsuccessfully to discover the recipes for the Philosopher’s Stone and the Elixir of Life while still in England. Although his exact date and year of birth is only known according to legend, it is certain that he was a very old man when he accompanied the Mayflower to the Americas. How Mr. Musgrave, by all accounts not a particularly religious man, ended up traveling with the Pilgrims to the Colonies is a mystery, but surviving accounts describe a very determined and charismatic fellow. An English Catholic by the name of Rupert Morrow attempted to bring Mr. Musgrave to trial on account of alleged witchcraft in the late 1590’s, but the prevailing social currents in England did not favor any religious charge brought by a Catholic, and the case disintegrated before ever going to trial. This is attested in records from the Old Bailey.
Mr. Musgrave’s later life was largely occupied with an obsession with the occult, and particularly demonology, but inexplicably, he seems to have been able to keep his researches secret and is recorded as a Preacher in the Mayflower’s manifest. Sometime in the years immediately prior to his departure for the Americas, Mr. Musgrave appears to have deposited a manuscript with a publisher in London, but the manuscript languished in obscurity and was only printed in an extremely limited edition after or shortly before his death, in 1657. This manuscript is known, according to legend, as the Daemonic Dictionary, and was reportedly regarded as archaic and obscure even in its own time, but few have ever laid eyes or hands on it. Many regard the book as entirely mythical, and believe it never to have existed. Other, less reputable sources swear it is the only genuine manual of Practical Demonology ever to be printed. Lord Protector Oliver Cromwell reportedly declared the book anathema, but all details regarding its printing and dissemination are vague and uncertain. All extant copies of the book are believed to have been lost in the Great London Fire of 1666.
What is almost certain is that Mr. Musgrave took on students while in the Americas, usually young and impressionable folk not well-versed in the alchemical Arts. Several of them would later, in their old age, be accused of witchcraft in the infamous Salem Witch Trials of 1692-93. One such alleged student of Mr. Musgrave’s, Anna Mire, was burned at the stake in May, 1693. Ms. Mire was an alchemical researcher of some merit in her own right, and she has her own entry in this book.
Adam leafed backwards through the book, seeking the biography of Anna Mire—wasn’t she the one who’d written about the ritual Amy had found?—but all he found was the traces of what might have been a page once, ripped out of the book. Or maybe the century-old bookbinding had simply and coincidentally disintegrated in a violent fashion just where the offending biography was supposed to go. This smells fishier than a cannery.
“If all copies of the book were lost in 1666, how come you found it in this library?” Asha asked.
“I don’t know! It’s almost as if someone wanted me to find it. Anyway, this doesn’t help us. Some dude who may have lived to be 250 years old somehow figured out how to conduct actual summonings and bindings of demons from Hell, but we don’t know where or how he found that out, and he recorded it in a book that shouldn’t exist, but is somehow sitting in my bedroom.”
“When you put it like that, it doesn’t sound promising,” Asha said.
“Did anything happen in, uh, Hell around that time? Anything that might help us connect the dots?”
Asha cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. “How old do you think I am?” She asked.
Adam blushed. “I don’t know, but, like, you said something earlier about looking three-hundred and fifty years younger...”
“I wasn’t being literal, dumb mortal,” Asha said.
Great. Now she understands sarcasm.
“I heard that.”
They spent another hour combing through the occult section, but found nothing pertaining to a Rite of Transference, a Dr. Adam Musgrave, or a Ms. Anna Mire, alchemist and alleged witch. “I’ll have to beg Amy to at least tell me the details of this thing if she won’t come around, but I figure it’s best to give her a day. In the meantime, how are we going to deal with the hell-hounds tonight?” Adam asked. “Would be a shame to die terribly after all this.”
“They are like bloodhounds,” Asha said. “Except they smell emotions and sin. The only way I know of to evade them is to confuse them: immerse yourself in a place that would naturally harbor sin or fear, and hope they don’t look too closely.”
“Where are we going to find a place like that? And isn’t that risky, leaving the comfort of home?”
“If they find out where we live,” Asha said, and Adam noted that she was now speaking as if they were cohabitating—which, to be fair, they had been for the past couple of days—“then no wall or lock will keep them out. What we need is a den of sin. A place so steeped in sin and strong emotion that no one would think anything of it if we add a little to the mix.”
“I don’t know anywhere like that,” Adam said. He did not exactly live an outrageous lifestyle, didn’t dabble in crime or drugs aside from the occasional bud or alcohol. But then it came to him. “Scratch that, I do. But I don’t think it’s a great idea. No, no, no.”
“Where?” Asha demanded.
“It’s a nightclub called the Last Refuge.” Adam had heard rumors of the outrageous sexual practices that supposedly occurred in their basement, but he did know the ground floor was a regular nightclub, albeit one with a very risque and burlesque theme and reputation. “What if the hell-hounds catch us on the way there or back again? And I won’t be able to take you to the bathroom.”
“You’ll find a way.”
“I won’t be able to go to the bathroom.”
“You will find a way,” Asha insisted.
“You don’t have an ID, what if they ask?”
She cocked her head and lifted an eyebrow. “Let me handle that.”
“You can have one drink,” Adam whispered as they lined up in the queue for the Last Refuge. Of course none of his objections had been heeded. And he had to admit, Asha did look stunning in Amy’s too-short dress, neon lights giving her green gaze an ethereal quality.
“Ten,” she responded.
“Two,” he said.
“Five.”
“Three for the whole evening, and that is final.”
They got to the front of the line, and the bouncer asked to see Adam’s ID. He flashed it, nervous as to what would happen when it came to be Asha’s turn. He needn’t have worried. Despite being muzzled and tied to Adam’s leash, Asha was a high-ranking member of Hell’s elite. A demon straight from the netherworld. She directed her eyes at the burly man, and Adam could feel her tug at the mental leash. She held his hand, and he felt it grow hotter than a coal; he dropped the hand and was surprised not to find burn marks. The man’s eyes glazed over, and a hand fell lazily as if to direct them inwards, although up close it looked more like he was momentarily paralyzed. The two of them entered the club, and Adam cast a glance over his shoulder. He could hear some commotion outside, and the last he saw, it seemed the bouncer was now on his knees, coughing and holding his chest.
“What did you do?” Adam whisper-shouted.
Asha didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she closed her eyes as they entered a dimly lit dancefloor, pounding house music blaring from a high-powered soundsystem, and took a deep breath. “Ahhhh,” she sighed—no, she moaned. “This is like being home again. I can smell the sin in the air.”
Adam felt a drop of sweat slide down his neck. Was it really a great idea to bring a literal demon to a Den of Sin? Asha seemed to somehow have taken on another dimension, as if she’d been a flat cardboard cut-out outside; now, she was alive. She directed him to a bar on the side of the dancefloor, and confidently ordered them shots of vodka, which Adam had to pay for. She knocked back the shot in a second, and then she fixed her gaze on Adam. He felt as if the leash in his mind was being stretched to its limits. “Now, we dance,” Asha said.
“I don’t dance.”
She leaned in and whispered in his ear, her lips lightly brushing his earlobe in an impossibly seductive manner. “You do tonight.”
She pulled him up onto a raised section of the dancefloor, near a metal cage in which a leather-clad young woman was gyrating out of tune with the music. Asha put his hands on her shoulders, and Adam found himself following her lead without question. She leaned in and began grinding herself into him, then somehow made his hands into her puppets, twirling her around, lowering her down backwards almost to the floor, resting only on his hands, then hands on her hips, then arms around her neck. Adam felt drunk, even though he’d only had one drink. He looked down, tracing her breasts, then down her sides to her hips. That’s when he noticed the smoke. Other revelers seemed to think it was coming from a well-hidden smoke machine, but it wasn’t. It was coming from her. Her eyes flashed green, black, green, black, as she drew him closer and closer. He wanted to pull away, could feel the mental leash being stretched to the edge of tearing apart, but she was intoxicating. She wore no perfume—as far as he knew, having taken care of her hygiene for the past few days—but the smell of her was intoxicating nonetheless. It was wrong, it was dangerous, and it was impossibly sexy.
There were more drinks, although to Adam, time seemed to blur and stretch and he couldn’t quite remember how many. Then they were up on the little stage again, and she was grinding on him, and he was holding his hands around the back of her neck… And then she leaned in. He closed his eyes and felt her lips on his; he opened his mouth slightly, and she teased him with the tip of her tongue. It tasted of iron, of blood, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. He opened his eyes and saw that she had hers open, and around the green of her iris, the whites of her eyes had been replaced by a bonfire, yellows and reds and black smoke dancing around that irresistible green. Adam closed his eyes again and fell back into the kiss.
At some point, he became vaguely aware of someone speaking next to him, and then he picked up a young man saying, “Look, she’s pissing herself!”
Adam redirected his eyes down Asha’s body, focusing on her bare thighs below the hem of the dress, and saw a trail of urine running down towards her running shoes, intermittently glistening in the strobe lights. Asha held his hand, but turned her fiery eyes at the young man, and said simply, “But you love that, don’t you, honey?” Through his drunkenness, he felt the leash tug, almost tear, then snap back, but it snapped back onto him, forcing him to lean down and steady himself with hands on his hips. That left him roughly level with the crotch of the young man, and Adam could see something strain against the denim, and then, faintly, a small wet spot bloom on the front. Had she just made him come with one sentence? Whatever was going on—and that wasn’t very easy to figure out, as Adam had somehow gotten very drunk despite insisting on only three drinks for the entire evening, and only specifically recalling the first one—Asha was not the cowed servant she had been since he bound her, not in this place. Perhaps she fed on sin. He could see the man stagger around as if he’d been struck, and then Asha’s lips were on his again, and his hand on the wetness at her thighs, and his crotch was bulging.
At some point, she led him by the hand towards a door near the back of the club. A man dressed in all leather, mask on his face and whip in hand, guarded the door. He opened it without question when Asha looked at him, and they descended a series of steps towards a basement. Several levels, it felt like; it must be a sub-basement. He felt the temperature in the air increase; he was sweating, felt feverish. Down there was a corridor filled with doors, moans coming through some of them, cries of pain out of others. Asha led him towards a specific door, as if she knew what was behind it, and opened it. He heard a lock click open, but she held no key.
Inside was what looked like an examination bench at a doctor’s office, except it had a number of braces that could be used to lock the occupant in place. On the wall hung a number of bondage-themed implements: whips, leashes, paddles. Asha confidently strolled over to the table and laid herself down on it. “Tie me up,” she purred. This is wrong, so wrong, Adam’s rational mind said, but he locked the metallic braces in place around her ankles and wrists anyway. “Come closer,” she said, and he did. “Touch me.” He put a hand tentatively to her face, then let it slide down the side of her body, then under the hem of her dress, where he felt that her panties were quite wet.
“Feel my bladder,” she whispered. He cupped her lower abdomen. It was hard as a rock.
“You’re so full,” he said.
“Tell me I should hold it,” she moaned.
“You should hold it.” Adam didn’t know quite where the words came from, but it was somewhere deep down. He’d never done anything like this with any previous partner.
“But I don’t think you can,” he said, watching her squirm against the loops keeping her locked to the table. Then he pushed down on her bladder. She moaned, then cried out—whether in pain or pleasure, he could not tell. “Ah!”
Adam put a hand between her legs as the stream began: urine, oddly purple under the strange atmospheric lighting in this place, spraying out, pumping out rhythmically as the used one hand to bush on her bladder, felt her muscles contract first to resist, then let go, then push it out, the smell of urine filling the air and sticking to his fingers. She peed for a long time, eyes closed, blushing, breathing heavily, her chest seeming to expand beyond what her chest could handle before deflating. The urine poured out between her legs, soaked into her dress, ran down the length of the table, then spilled over the edges, dripping down onto the floor.
“I knew you couldn’t hold it,” he said, despite himself. This is so wrong. But then: This is so hot. “You keep peeing yourself. Just like a little girl. My, my, my.” He took hold of one of her breasts.
“I want you,” she moaned. “I want you to take me.”
Adam found himself climbing on his knees onto the table, then unbuttoning his pants, not minding her piss soaking into the denim at his knees. He put one hand around her neck—no, this is not my style—but she merely moaned in pleasure.
It was already starting to get light out when they finally staggered out of the club, leaning on each other, drunk and spent, the both of them. Asha seemed to deflate as they exited the club, some of the supernatural, intensely compelling charisma and attractiveness fading as it meant daylight and left the confines of the Den of Sin. She leaned on him, shivering as the cool early morning breeze hit her soaked wet thighs. Adam didn’t worry about retribution from Hell as they shambled homewards. No, as he stripped Asha’s thoroughly soaked clothes of, all of them, then his own, falling down into a pile of naked, entangled, spent limbs, his only thought was: What the hell happened tonight? And what does it mean for us? |
Sorry for the long delay! I had hoped to release the end of this series as a single installment, but that would likely be another 5K words. I've struggled mightily with writers' block, and wrote the first draft of this subchapter months ago. Finally I decided I might as well just release it to tide you over until I write the rest.
I struggled a bit with this chapter because I needed it to do several seemingly paradoxical things: I needed it to be violent; I needed it not to seem like it endorses domestic violence, or that such things can be easily brushed aside; but I also needed it to advance the central love story. I know it's not perfect, but I need to just publish it so I can be done with this and move on. I hope you like it, even if it's shorter than the previous chapters!
Chapter 5.1: Demon Inside
Adam woke up to a headache pounding like a jackhammer somewhere around his forehead. He rolled over to see Asha, nude, leaning over the edge of the bed, noisily emptying the contents of her stomach into the paper bin. He sat up, leaned over, held her hair out of the way of her face. His gaze grazed her hairline, then followed along down her neck, down her spine, ending in the crack between her buttocks. He noted that a lazy trickle of urine was making a small wet spot on the sheets. Adam could feel something stirring in his groin, but he chose to ignore it—which was not a tall order given the murderous headache monopolizing his attention—and instead leaned over to the bedside table on his side, retrieving a roll of tissue paper. Once he was reasonably certain she was done, he handed his demon a piece of paper and helped wipe down her mouth.
She turned towards him slowly, displaying reddish eyes with strained tears staining her cheeks. She looked like she hadn’t just vomited, but turned her entire body inside out. “Sorry about that,” she mumbled, then sunk down into the bed, hiding her body beneath the sheets until only the top of her head was visible. This she leaned against his chest, her ear rested against the staccato rhythm of his heartbeat. They lay like that for a minute, each trying to figure out how to start a conversation that needed to be had, but neither wanted to initiate. Adam laid a hand just below her bare breast, feeling her heart work just as hard as his, if not harder. Was she… embarrassed? Nervous?
He tried to properly sit up in bed, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him down again, so that she could lay her head flat on top of his chest. Adam took a deep breath, then finally spoke: “What happened last night?”
“Ugh,” she said, turning away from him. He grabbed her face and turned it to look into his eyes. Her eyes widened, pupils dilated, in a mixture of shock and—arousal?
“Look at me,” he said. “What happened last night?”
“My head hurts,” she said, eyes pleading.
“Answer me.” His headache was not doing his mood any favors.
“I—I don’t know,” she said.
Adam was not in the mood for bullshit. A long-buried rage rose in him, a culmination of every slight—large and small—that he had ever experienced. His father, drunk, beating eight-year-old Adam with a belt, then sinking down on the floor, crying and offering incoherent apologies. (It was the only time his father ever laid hands on him.) His ninth-grade teacher blaming him for a fight instigated by a gang of tenth-grade bullies. His first girlfriend, in bed with Long John, an acquaintance who was on the short side; her eyes were pleading a forgiveness he was unprepared to give. He felt the muscles in his arms, his chest, his quads and calves contracting, his fingers curling around the damp sheets. There was a whooshing sound in his ears, like an airplane taking off or diving into a wind tunnel. His heart was beating harder than after a line of cocaine. His head was pounding. Adam’s arm reached around, grabbing around her throat and squeezing. “You like that?” He hissed. “Seemed like just the thing last night.”
Adam watched as her eyes watered, a strange keening noise emitting from her throat beneath his fingers, the whites of her eyes bulging out and taking on a red shade. His fingers began to tremble, and then he saw something burst in her eyes, and he let his grip slacken and released her. What the fuck’s gotten into me? I could have killed her. He turned around in shame.
She put her fingers around his neck, and for a moment he thought she was going to strangle him, but she merely redirected his eyes away from the opposite side of the room, toward her eyes.
“I’m sorry I did that,” he whispered. There were red fingerprints imprinted on her delicate neck, and every blood vessel in her eyes was visible. Oh my god, what I have done?
“No,” she whispered.
“What’s going on?”
Her eyes were searching his, looking for something but he couldn’t tell what. “I had a theory,” she whispered. “That the presence of large concentrations of Sin might free me… from you.”
He said nothing.
“But it didn’t work. Not quite like I had hoped. I felt such a rush of freedom, entering that place… I could finally unfold some of the wings that the binding had bound. But it didn’t allow me to fully break free from you. Only manipulate you to loosen the leash a little. It must have persisted.”
“I...” He furrowed his brows, raised his voice from the intimate whisper they’d been employing. “I did things I never would have… You made me almost strangle you!”
A sadness passed over her face. “No, no,” she whispered. “No, I only allowed the darkest parts of you to rise above the fray. I can’t make you do something you don’t want to do, deep down—all I can do is bypass the safety mechanisms, the failsafes that are supposed to make you reconsider decisions made by your darkest nature.”
He pushed her away, Asha teetering on the edge of the bed before she re-stabilized.
“The fuck did you do to me? Is it permanent?” He asked.
“I imagine not. The fact that you’re so offended right now suggests that your better nature is already reasserting itself,” she said.
“Fuck.”
“Yes,” she said, licking her lips, and he couldn’t suppress a smile.
“Not right now,” he whispered. The shame of what he had just done, what he might have done, clung to him like a sheet on a sweaty tropical night.
They lay there for a second, letting it sink in.
“It’s not okay,” she said.
“What?”
She traced a finger over the red line across her neck, drawing his attention to a yellowish bruise developing. “What you did. It’s not okay, but I understand why you did it. I know you wouldn’t have done it if not for the… influence of last night. I forgive you, mortal.”
Adam felt his cheeks bloom scarlet.
“But if you ever do that again, I will fucking end you. Understand?”
He nodded.
They lay there for another while, not speaking, Adam’s head swirling with emotions—shame, relief, confusion—and Asha’s unknowable.
“You’d make a good little demon,” Asha whispered. “There’s a darkness inside you. And when you’re not hurting me, that’s kind of… fucking hot.”
He laid there for a minute, considering this. He knew she was attracted to him—for whatever reason. Why would she say that? An olive branch, he concluded. She was signaling what had happened between them was over and dealt with, and she still liked him.
“Why did you do that?” He said, finally. “Make me… want you like that, last night?”
Asha rolled her eyes. “I told you, you mortals are way too stuck up about sex.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that bullshit.”
A strangeness passed over Asha’s face, a kind of bubbling of the skin like a wave passing over a patch of water—just like when somebody invoked the Lord in her presence. “I...” she began, stuttering. “I wanted you,” she spat out. “I might be a little bit in love with you, okay?”
Adam’s jaw fell open.
“Don’t stare at me like that!” She said, blushing. “It’s not like I wanted this, all right?”
He chuckled.
“Oh, don’t you dare,” she said. “I know you feel the same.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say—”
She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that bullshit,” she whispered, her lips very close to his, almost touching when she aspirated.
“Okay, okay,” he said, leaning back. “Okay. What does it even matter? Today is the day of the ritual. Either we succeed and I never see you again”—he felt a strange tightness in his throat as he said it—“or we don’t, and we both end up with a fate worse than death. Doesn’t sound like the ideal foundation for romance.”
“For such ephemeral creatures, you mortals really don’t know the meaning of the phrase live in the moment,” she said, punching him in the shoulder.
“YOLO,” he said, giggling in spite of himself.
“Yow-low? Is that one of those stupid… actuality shows on television you mortals love so much?” She asked.
“Forget it. Come on, let’s get dressed. It’s...” He glanced at his phone. “Almost noon, which means we got twelve hours to convince Amy not to hate me, or you, and help us or at least instruct us on how to do the ritual. Before we get eaten by hellhounds and tormented until the end of the universe. No biggie.”
She rose, and he couldn’t help but linger on her pale uncovered skin.
“Oh, and I need to wash these sheets,” he said, as he accidentally put the palm of his hand in the puddle she’d deposited in bed as she vomited.
“Why are you worrying about such insignificant...”
“Because you pissed the bed again,” he said, and she at least had the decency not to argue as he took the time to strip the bed before he led her, wrapped in a dirty towel, towards the bathroom.
“Let’s get your teeth brushed, you stink like a sewer,” Adam said as he led her by the hand out of the shower. He had taken care of the urine clinging to her upper thighs with a washcloth, which had strayed further north, and judging by the way her thighs and abdomen quivered, or the way she ground her pelvis into his hand, she had enjoyed it.
“You wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t stick your tongue down my throat,” she said, sticking her tongue out.
“Shut up.” He’d fed them both more over-the-counter painkillers than was strictly recommended, and she seemed to be recovering from her hangover at a frankly concerning rate.
“Wha’s plan?” She asked—he thought—as he dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief.
“I’m going to bug and beg Amy over the phone until she agrees to at least give us the instructions for the ritual,” he said. “If she refuses to take the call, we’re going to bang on her door until the neighbors start calling the cops.”
“I’d like to meet these ‘cops’ of yours,” Asha said, a flicker of flame dancing around her pupils, licking her lips.
“No, no, it won’t come to that,” he said, more like a prayer than a statement of fact. The last thing he needed was for his bound demon to protect him from the police in whatever horrifying fashion she deemed necessary. Visions of human bodies wrung inside-out flashed before his inner eye.
“I’m hungry,” she announced. “Make me some food.”
“You don’t give the orders around here.” The rumbling of his stomach betrayed him. Damn it. “We’ll grab something to go from the campus canteen. We can take a blanket and have a picnic in the park while I phone stalk Amy.”
“How romantic,” Asha said. He never could tell when she was mocking him and when she was being uncharacteristically emotional.
“Consider it our first solo date.”
“I’m thrilled, mortal,” Asha said, rolling her eyes.
They found a spot in the park that formed the rough center of the campus—slightly offset by the university plaza, where the Dean would hold his interminably boring speeches at the beginning of each semester—and he placed down a ragged blanket, handing Asha a ham sandwich. He’d learned by now that she wouldn’t eat anything that didn’t at least have a small element of meat.
Adam laid down on the blanket, tearing a piece off his own sandwich, and Asha did the same. It was a nice spring day, with only a couple of wispy clouds on an otherwise warm, blue sky. “Look at that one,” he said, pointing at one of the clouds. “Looks like a dancing elephant.”
“Are you sure you didn’t knock your head on something last night?” Asha asked. “That’s clearly an amorphous blob of cloud.”
“Use your imagination. What does it remind you of?”
He looked over at her. She scrunched up her brow in concentration, then she giggled. “Oh, I see it now! Satan torching four sinners on a spit above a pit of glowing embers!”
Adam shook his head. Once a demon, always a demon. He was just about to dial Amy on his phone when a familiar voice cut through the demon’s giggling.
“What are you two lovebirds up two?”
Adam sat up. There was Amy, piercing him with a stare that said “I don’t believe for a moment this isn’t a date, and you know I don’t.” He blushed.
“Ames, I’m sorry—” he began.
“Yeah, yeah,” Amy said. “You look like shit, by the way. Maybe not her, but definitely you. Have fun last night?”
“Oh, fuck off. Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”
Amy stared him down. Her eyes were dripping venom. “Abso-fucking-lutely not. I’m still pissed. But Peter and I made up, somehow. He’s at least talking to me. And so I figured, assuming he doesn’t end up dumping me after all, you will eventually work your way back into my good graces. You might have to lick my ass for a while—hey! That was not literal, don’t look so goddamn perverted! And in the meantime, we have a time limit to get this ritual done.” |
Fun fact: All the stuff about herbs (minus their application to occult rituals) is real. Also, this is the final chapter. There will, however, be an epilogue, which will try to tie up some loose threads. But this is the final chapter of the main plotline of this story. This is roughly what I had planned from chapter 2 onwards.
Chapter 5.2: The Ritual
“Get off your asses, we can’t sit around here looking at clouds all day. We have a lot of stuff to acquire.” She took a swig of the water bottle she was carrying, then handed Adam a list. It had twenty-seven items and he only recognized one or two.
“Holy shit, Amy, do we really need all of this stuff?”
“No, but half of it we’re unlikely to be able to get on short notice. Some of it seems like it would be highly illegal if not physically impossible to get under any kind of time frame. So, I drew up some alternatives that have similar medicinal or symbolic properties.”
Adam shook his head. “We’re just gonna wing it?”
“Well, yes,” Amy said, puffing her cheeks out in a way Adam once found adorable, crossing her arms defensively in front of her chest, “but actually, no.”
Adam was confused, and said so.
“Look, Adam, we’re going to try an obscure ritual that probably nobody has done in three hundred years, and it might not work. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about this kind of shit, it’s that intentions matter. I’ve come across sources that outright say that you should never pay attention to the exact details, but always discern the intention and purpose behind them. Old-timey witches would put traps into their rituals, things that would turn the ritual upside down if done literally—but a trained practitioner would know to look deeper, at the function and intention, and find a suitable substitute. The worst thing we could do, probably, would be to follow the recipe literally.”
“She has a point, mortal,” Asha said. She had risen with the grace of a cat and now had her head almost resting on his shoulder, looking over the list. “Perhaps you were able to invoke the binding because you’re such a piss-poor necromancer that you accidentally got all the details wrong in all the right ways.”
“Thanks, Asha.” He rolled his eyes.
“Yes, so, you guys need to trust me on this,” Amy said, taking another sip of water, “or you’re out. Right now.”
“I trust you,” Adam said.
“I trust him, and he trusts you,” said Asha.
“Good. Now, listen: We’re going to make a witch’s brew, with all sorts of nasty ingredients, which you two will drink, and then we’ll do some stuff with incantations and candles and knives and blood,” here Adam’s eyes widened, “but no more than taking a small blood sample at the doctor’s office, relax. That shit is easy compared to making the brew and finding the right location to perform the ritual at the right time.”
“So, the hard part?”
“Well, getting all the ingredients and putting them together in the approximate right proportions. I’ve identified all the ingredients as either being medicinal or symbolic. Meaning, everything that has some known use in traditional medicine is probably there primarily for its physiological effect, while anything that was never widely used as medicine is probably there to serve as a symbol for something or other. We’re on a clock, people. Let’s get moving.”
Luckily, there was a little side street that housed no less than four different little herbalist’s shops, traditional apothecaries, the sort of shops that old ladies and young hippies go to, but most people would never know were even there. Even luckier, by some unspoken agreement, all of them were open on an early Sunday afternoon.
The first stop was Zhu Jie’s Apothecary & Herbs. It had one grimy window into a dark interior, but the shop on the door said OPEN and inside was a single, long counter, with a very cluttered set of shelves behind it. Behind the counter was a doorway with little crystals or pearls threaded together hanging as a curtain to shield the store from the back room. A golden cat sat moving its paw back and forth mechanically on the counter, next to an antique till. “Coming, I come,” said a husky voice from the back. A wrinkled old lady poked her head in through the pearls. “What you want, little miss?” She asked, addressing Amy as she were obviously in charge. Curiously, Amy blushed at the form of address.
“I came for some Yuan Zhi. Oh, and a rat’s tail.”
The old woman entered her shop and shook her head. “This one,” she said, nodding at Amy but addressing Adam, “she come in all the time, looking for all sorts of odd things. Want to recapture her youth, she say, but she is young enough to make old lady like me blush.” The woman waved her finger in front of Amy. “Very disrespectful, that one.” But there was a warmth in the way she said it, and a glint in her eye—Adam noted that Amy was beet red, and the woman gave him an exaggerated wink as she said it.
“Do you have the stuff I need?” Amy asked, trying to deflect.
“You think you come here to get nasty old rat tail? You think Chinese like that shit?” She grinned, gauging their reaction to her vulgar speech. “Lucky for you, little bird told me might have use of one, got plenty rats in the basement. Old house, stinks down there, tell you. This cat is good for nothing!” And she slapped the mechanical good-luck cat so hard it almost fell off the counter, then she laughed. “Also, Yuan Zhi, very good root. Got powder.”
Amy paid for a dried rat tail wrapped in paper, as well as a little ziplock bag of a light brown, almost white powder that would look suspicious to any police officer in a mile’s radius. She put both into her purse, along with her almost empty water bottle.
“What was that about?” Adam asked. “Recapturing your youth?” Amy shot him a look that said, One day very soon, your curiosity will get your ass kicked, and he quickly asked about the Yuan Zhi instead.
“Polygala tenuifolia, known in traditional Chinese medicine as Yuan Zhi. Modern science is just about rediscovering that it might have some actually valid uses. It promotes Nerve Growth Factor and Brain-Derived Neurotrophic Factor, it reduces monoamine oxidase, and it has rapid antidepressant effects possibly mediated by a mechanism similar to ketamine. Basically, it protects your brain, and I have reason to believe this ritual will fuck up your brain.”
“How do you know all this shit?” He asked.
She smiled and tapped her forehead. “I read.”
She’s full of surprises. He didn’t ask about the rat tail.
They visited the next herbalist’s shop. This one had self-service shelves, but also more stuff in various jars and Erlenmeyer flasks on shelves behind the counter. Amy pointed to a jar of blackish goo behind the counter. “I’d like to buy some chaga,” she said. The young man behind the counter was far less chatty than the Chinese woman, and they were out quickly. “Inonotus obliquus,” she said. “Also known as chaga. A parasitic fungus that grows on birch trees. In Norway, they call it cancer polypore.”
“It causes cancer?” Adam asked.
“It kind of looks like a tumor the way it grows on the tree. Also, it supposedly prevents or cures cancer, according to traditional medicine.”
The third shop was a little bit more modern, and styled itself a head shop. “That means it sells drugs, but not like, the good shit,” Asha observed.
“How would you know?”
“I feel the sweet scent of caged sin in my bones, railing against its restraints,” she answered as if that were a completely natural thing to say.
“Oh, okay,” Amy said. “I’ve actually never been here before. I think it opened recently. Let’s see if it has anything useful.”
Aside from a whole wall dedicated to glass cases displaying elaborate and impractical methods of smoking weed, there were some cacti, various semi-legal pills, and a little shelf with essential oil. “Oh,” Amy said. “We might be able to use this.” She picked up a little bottle of sassafras oil and brought it back to the counter. She crossed her legs casually as she leaned towards the cashier. The dude looked like the most stereotypical stoner you ever saw: a skinny white dude in an oversized hiphop t-shirt and dreads and a slightly absent gaze.
“Ah, a connoisseur, I see,” he said with no particular enthusiasm as Amy paid.
Did she just…? It might be a trick of light and shadow, but it did seem as if Amy had leaned a bit into the counter and ground herself against it for a moment before she turned around. Don’t get up to any perverted thoughts now, Adam, he thought.
“I can hear you, you know,” Asha whispered and gave him a wicked smile.
“Shut up.”
She mimed zipping up her lips. Amy looked at them and raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
“So, what’s that, then?” He asked. “We gonna do an erotic bath before the ritual?”
Amy and Asha both punched him in the shoulder. One after the other, making sure to hit the same spot, just for extra pain. The first punch was humiliating; the second punch, delivered by Amy, actually hurt. It was like they’d planned it that way.
“It’s sassafras oil. It contains safrole, a precursor to ecstasy.”
“Sounds illegal,” Adam said.
“Knowing this sort of shop, it’s probably within 0.1% of the legal limit, but not a drop more,” Amy said and shook her head. “I don’t like this sort of shop because they don’t give a shit. They don’t care about their customers or their safety at all. Look at that dude behind the counter, he’s just hoping we’ll leave so he can go for an extended smoke break. He’d gladly tell you how to skirt the law, but would never tell you about any risks or how to minimize them.”
Asha licked her licks. “Sinful, indeed,” she said, and for a moment, yellow flames flickered in her eyes.
The last shop, at the end of the street, was an Indian Ayurveda shop. Amy scanned the shelves and picked up Ashwaganda, Bacopa monnieri, curcumin and piperine. “Half of this stuff is just to make you not lose your mind. Ashwaganda and Bacopa are adaptogens, which theoretically make your body more adaptable to stress. Curcumin is a pigment found in turmeric spice that acts as an anti-inflammatory and promotes antioxidants, and piperine is found in black pepper and makes curcumin more available to your body. Now we’ve got all the medicinal stuff, but we still need some of the more symbolic ingredients.”
Amy crossed her legs. She was wearing a tight pair of light blue jeans that clung to her hips, and now her thighs were shaking. Adam remembered the empty water bottle. Does she have to go?
“Drop it,” Asha whispered.
Why?
“Because she is a grown woman and will say something of her own accord. And because you like to watch and I like to watch you watching her.”
“What are you whispering about, lover-boy?” Amy had straightened herself up and seemed to be back in control.
“None of ya business,” he said, favoring her with his most winning smile. “So, about that other stuff?”
“Well, we got the medicine done, now we need the symbols. The rat’s tail is one, but we need several more things that are probably gonna be disgusting, but go in the brew because they represent an idea, not because of their physical properties. And we’re gonna have to find the proper substitutes. Do you think we’re going to find a lion’s paw anywhere?”
“Courage,” Asha said. She had her eyes closed. “It represents courage, does it not?”
“That is one of the traditional things signified by the lion, yes,” Amy said. “But it could be something else… If we get it wrong, you’re screwed.”
“I know for a fact that we will find a symbol of courage to put in your brew before midnight,” Asha said, and the way she said it—with a small wreath of fire which he let slip out of her mouth, out the side, licking her lips, smiling, then sent up her left nostril, which began smoking—made it clear that this was one of those mystical moments that you do not question.
“Great, Asha,” Amy. “Wanna share some details?”
“She doesn’t,” Adam said. “Not right now. What else?”
“We gotta capture a live frog.” Amy shrugged. “I don’t know how the fuck to do that, but how hard could that be? This is one of the ones where I think we should go with the literal interpretation, because there’s too many possible things a live frog could stand for, and I’ve seen wild frogs around the ponds in the park this past week.”
Turns out, capturing a live frog with a net on the end of a long pole is far harder than it sounds. They had been at it in the park for three hours, and although there were many ponds and most of them had frogs or at least tadpoles in them, catching one of the little buggers was proving to be near impossible. Once, Adam almost caught one, but it managed to jump into the water just as he was flipping the net around to bring the frog-fucker out of the pond.
The sun was setting, and although they had a good few hours until midnight, they wouldn’t have many more with enough light to actually catch a frog. By this point, Adam noted that even Asha was squirming subtly, and his own bladder was also sending signals that he really out to go pee soon. Amy, on the other hand, was frantic. Whenever she thought he wasn’t looking, she was desperately clutching herself between the legs. Normally, Adam would have enjoyed the show and let it go on until its natural end—she was an adult and although he wouldn’t prevent her from going to the restrooms, which were located near the other end of the park, she was old enough that he felt no responsibility, indeed like he had no right, to make her go—but now, he was seriously worried that they’d fail the ritual because someone couldn’t catch a damned frog because someone couldn’t stop pee-dancing like a little girl. Adam felt the fury from earlier in the day rise in him, and he very deliberately counted down from ten to zero. He was determined never to lose his temper again the way he’d done earlier in the day.
“Amy, this is ridiculous,” he said. “Anyone can tell you need to pee. I need to pee, Asha needs to pee, we all need a piss. We’re not gonna catch a frog before dark if we can’t keep squeezing our crotches. I’m gonna piss behind a tree, I suggest you do the same.”
“I can hold it until we catch a damn frog!” Amy said, but as soon as he partially turned away from her, she clutched her hands between her legs. Adam walked behind a thick tree, which was shielded from most of the park by a series of bushes, unzipped, and released a long-awaited piss. It was glorious, and lasted a minute. Finally, the dribbling tapered off, he shook his penis and stuck it back into his boxers, then re-buttoned his pants. When he came back around, Asha was leaning against the other side of the tree, quickly removing her hand from the inside of her pants when she saw him looking. She smiled at him. Amy was crouching, both hands between her legs.
“I swear, it’s like you enjoy this,” Adam said. “Just go pee.”
Amy blushed. “Okay, okay, you asshole,” she said. “Help me up, Asha. I don’t think I can stand on my own.” Asha helped her two her feet, and she hobbled, both hands still between her legs, behind the tree. Adam caught her crouching down and heard the rustle of pants and presumably underwear as she undressed.
“Ahh!” Amy moaned. Then he heard the sound of a branch breaking on the path, and turned around to see a worker in a reflective vest adorned with the municipal symbol and a rake slung over his shoulder ambling towards them. Amy stuck her head around the bush, blushing.
“What are you kids getting up to?” The middle-aged park worker asked. “Not getting into trouble, I hope?”
“Catching butterflies,” Adam said, and Asha handed him the pole with the net on it.
“Well, that’s good. Just don’t let me catch you playing hooky behind the bushes, eh?” He laughed, but nobody else did, and the laugh rapidly turned into a cough. “You kids behave. Park closes at ten,” the worker said, then trudged further down the road.
Amy came back from behind the tree, blushing red like a tomato. Adam’s eyes were drawn towards her crotch, which had a softball-sized wet spot, still visible in the fading light. Amy caught his eye. “Stop staring, you perv!”
“Sorry. I’m really sorry, Ames, but if you’d gone earlier...”
“I know! I was just obsessed with getting everything ready for the ritual. I tried to cut off the flow and pull up my pants, but I couldn’t cut it off quite in time.” She was breathing heavy. The park worker was out of sight.
“Better run around the corner and finish it, then,” Adam said. Amy nodded.
She walked behind the tree again, and he heard the same rustle of pants and underwear being lowered, then… Nothing. One minute passed. Two. “You okay behind there, Ames?” He asked, concern in his voice.
“No!” She popped her head back ‘round the tree trunk. Tears of frustration were threatening to overflow as she came back, her pants still unbuttoned but pulled up. “I can’t go! I’m pee shy, okay? It’s like once that guy showed up, somebody cut off the flow and I can’t open it back up again! She put a hand between her legs again as one tear began its trek down her cheek. “But I can’t last much longer! Adam, what am I gonna do?”
“Would you like us to leave you alone? What can I do to help?”
“There!” Asha shouted. Adam swung around to see her depositing a live frog into the glass jar of water they’d brought, then pop on the lid into which they’d nailed a few air holes. He turned back around towards Amy, who’d clearly lost control for a moment when Asha surprised her. The wet spot now extended another inch down her left thigh.
“No, it’s...” Amy said.
Adam stepped up and took hold of her shoulders. “If you don’t want to, I won’t. But if you don’t say anything, I’m going to lead you behind that tree and help you finish your business, okay?”
Amy nodded. He held one arm on her shoulder, the other squeezing her hand, as she waddled behind the tree. “Okay,” Adam said, rubbing her back, “now you just lower your clothes and then...”
Amy ripped down her jeans, but before she could touch her panties—light blue, with a teddy bear adorning her backside—she exploded. A stream of urine shot through her panties, arcing so far Adam had to jump aside, pattering loudly onto the leaves and soaking into the dirt. Feeling more than a little guilty, Adam hooked a finger on the inside of her panty leg and yanked the whole thing down, but it was too late. The pastel blue was already see-through, although it was now sitting at her knees, and Adam continued to rub her back as she peed.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” Amy said, as she pulled her soaked panties up. There was a large puddle between her legs, and a little bit had splashed up onto her white socks. Adam tried not to look between her legs, where the contours of his friend’s sex were clearly visible. “I really couldn’t hold it anymore. I just… I thought I could hold it.”
“It’s okay,” Adam said. “It was a little silly, but we’re all a little silly, aren’t we, Asha?”
Asha poked her head ‘round the tree trunk, holding the trapped frog in her right hand. “Oh, my,” she said, looking at Amy’s soaked backside.
Amy turned around, blushing, but her eyes were dry. “I’m sorry,” she said. “This was so dumb.”
“Well, you already saw me piss myself,” Asha said, shrugging. “More importantly, you just gave us our final ingredient.”
“What the hell?” Amy looked confused.
“The panties,” Asha said. “They represent your courage. Standing before us, like that, and not breaking into tears.”
“I don’t understand,” Adam said.
Amy blushed. “No!” She said. “You’re not saying what it sounds like you’re saying.”
Asha nodded.
“You want to drink my piss? You dirty slut demon, get away from me, you ugly bitch...” And Adam had to grab her arms and hold her tight, now standing with her dripping genitals on full display and her wet panties around her ankles, to prevent her from punching Asha.
“They’ll dry out before the ritual. Do you think we’ll get a better reflection of true courage tonight than this? Standing disgraced in front of your best friend, looking him in the eye and not being ashamed?”
Amy fixed her gaze on him, her lip trembling, but she held. “Okay,” she said. “You saw me disgrace myself. Still wanna be my friend?”
“It’s not the first time,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing, I’m sorry...”
“What do you mean?” She yelled.
“I mean… I know you wet yourself when the hell-hounds showed up.”
She blushed. “I… Yeah.”
“I didn’t want to say anything.”
“Well, now I know.” She sighed. Looked down at her wet underwear, shook her head. “Okay. What now?”
“Now,” Asha said, and in one swift motion, before anyone could react, she had taken hold of Amy’s wet panties and ripped both sides off, leaving her fully exposed, “we prepare for the ritual.”
Amy scrambled to cover herself between her legs, blushing, too embarrassed to say anything. Adam chose this moment to respectfully walk around the other side of the tree and let her pull up her damp jeans in peace.
“What about you, Asha? Don’t you need to piss?” He asked.
“I do,” she said. “But I can wait a while longer. Let’s go!”
As it turns out, they would find a better symbol of courage, but they couldn’t have known that. They spent some time wandering around the park, carrying our herbs, the live frog in a glass—looking miserable, the little fella did, and he felt a pang of sympathy for him, or her—and their cookpot and portable Primus stove.
“So,” Adam said, as his phone buzzed to remind him the park was closing, “where are we going to do this?”
Asha was right behind him, squirming and holding herself. He didn’t comment. He’d learned she’d just as soon bite my hand off as kiss me with tongue, and didn’t know which one would be more embarrassing in front of Amy.
“I’ve been thinking,” said Amy. “We’re trying to literally pierce the veil separating this plane of existence and the next, right?” She looked over at Asha.
“Something like that, mortal.”
“What better place than a cemetery?”
“Oh, no,” Adam said. “We’re not going to a fucking cemetery to do black magic. No, ma’am.”
“Hear me out, Adam. I know cemeteries freak you out...”
“They don’t! But the combination of cemeteries, midnight, full moon, black magic and creatures straight out of hell chasing us? Who’s to say the dead themselves won’t rise from their graves and eat us alive?”
“They will not, mortal,” Asha said, spitting something on the ground. A leaf formerly attached to the stick she now had between her teeth, it appeared.
“How do you know?”
“Because I come from a land of death, mortal, and if they could rise of their own accord, right out of their graves, do you truly believe I would not know?”
He shook his head. “Okay, so, like, the nearest cemetery...”
“Just past this block. Saint Joan’s Cemetery.”
“Wait, like, Joan d’ fucking Arc?”
“No,” Amy said. “Blessed Joanna of Portugal.”
“Good,” Asha said. “She’s not one of the real ones.”
“Real what?” Adam asked.
“One of the real saints, dear,” Asha said, patting him on the head. “Otherwise, we might have a problem.” I’ll ask you later, demon.
“You will not,” she murmured.
It was almost eleven when they arrived at the cemetery. It looked like any graveyard Adam had ever seen. A few sturdy oak trees, lots of grass bisected by gravel paths and dotted with gravestones. He saw a couple of small buildings that might be family mausoleums in the distance, and further still, a small chapel. They made their way towards the center of the cemetery. Adam sat down on the gravestone of a woman named Eleanor Santorini. She’d been dead these past seventy years and he doubted she’d mind. It was now fully dark, and a cloud was slowly receding from the full moon, allowing some meager natural light to illuminate their surroundings. “So, now we wait,” he said, grateful for the reprieve. Asha stood, legs crossed, by his side, her head twitching to and fro as if listening to something that was beyond his hearing, but aside from her obvious need to relieve herself, she seemed calm.
That is, until they all heard a heartrending cry that could only signify one thing: hell-hounds. Many hell-hounds. They had forty-five minutes left until midnight. Squinting his eyes, Adam could see the silhouette of one of the lumbering beasts, like a monstrous ox with a canine head, about a hundred yards out, near the entrance to the cemetery. The hell-hound raised its black head and howled. Its fellows would be converging on their location. The singular hell-hound took a few tentative steps towards them. It was now at a distance where, if it chose to charge, it would all be over in less than twenty seconds. Still, it stood there, its shape now less diffuse, stomping its foot into the ground and howling for its pack-mates to come join the hunt.
Adam looked at Asha. Her eyes locked with his. “What do we do?” He mouthed.
“Do you know, Adam,” she asked, “why necromancers in the old stories bind demons?”
He shook his head.
She rose, and now yellow and blue and green flames were playing around the contours of her hands, her face, her feet, her knees and elbows. “Power!” She said. Except it wasn’t a word. It was like the sound of a rock slide, coming down a mountainside to devour an army. He realized she wasn’t speaking English, either. She was speaking hell-tongue. The language of the incantation that had started it all. “Uhagarrukh!” She thundered. Power. “Power over life and death.” Adam could see Amy in his peripheral vision. She was cowering behind a gravestone, clearly unsure whether to flee the hellspawn in front of her best friend or the one blocking the exit to the cemetery.
“A necromancer commands life and death,” Asha intoned, in that strange language of hers. It was a sequence of clicks, of hisses and pharyngeals and ejectives. And something deeper: the sound of magma, deep down below the earth’s crust, waiting to escape, eager to devour the living. But he found himself, strangely, calmer than he had been a moment before. He felt her pull at the mental leash, and he felt it hold.
“Power over the living, and power over the dead,” Asha intoned.
“I don’t know anything about death magic!” He said. “I’m not a necromancer!”
“This isn’t death magic,” Asha said. “That’s where you’re wrong. A necromancer does not draw on death. A necromancer is alive, gloriously alive. It is the union of life and death that brings such incredible power. A power which a creature purely of death and decay could never touch.”
Adam began to understand. He rose, only now realizing that he had sunk down onto one knee.
“Do you want to live?” Asha demanded. Her body was now a dark silhouette, much like the hell-hound’s, but hers was alight with fire, green and yellow and red and blue.
“Yes!” He yelled.
“Then you must give me your life,” she said, “and I will give you command over death.”
Adam’s hands were shaking.
“Remember this morning,” Asha said, taking his hands, very gently. “Remember the rage. What did it feel like?”
“Like death.”
“No!” She said, squeezing his hands harder. “It was life.”
He closed his eyes for a moment and felt for that rage, that anger, that fury. It was white-hot, smoldering, and in his mind’s eye, the heat took hold and roared like a bonfire. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yessss.”
“Will you give me your life, that you may command death?” She whispered.
“Yes.”
Before he could regret it, she had bit him. She took a bite out of his throat, and a searing hot pain threatened to take hold of his consciousness and put it out like a glass over a candle, blocking the air out. He took an unsteady step, feeling viscous hot liquid sliding down his Adam’s apple, down his shirt onto his chest.
He opened his eyes. Asha was in front of him, hovering in the air, a wreath of fire around her scorching his eyebrows. The hell-hound charged.
It was over in three seconds. One moment, the monstrous shadow-ox with the head of a bulldog was running towards them. The next, Adam was splattered with black and red goo as the thing met its end at the point of a blade made of fire, extending out of Asha’s hand like she’d been carrying it all along. She hung in the air for a moment, hands both pointed downwards, trembling, the two halves of the deceased hell-hound falling to each side of the flaming sword, smoldering in the grass. Adam found himself worrying, absurdly, that the dry grass might catch fire and burn them all.
Asha collapsed to the ground. He stumbled over to her, managed to put an arm under each of her armpits and lever her up. “What do we do now?” He asked.
“Run!” Asha said.
He looked for Amy. She was gone. Oh, no!
“Over here!” Amy yelled. She was standing by the door to one of the mausoleums, holding the iron door ajar. “It’s open!” Half walking, half stumbling, leaning on each other for support, the two of them made their way inside the mausoleum, passing under a peer of laughing stone-cut gargoyles. Amy closed the door and locked the heavy wooden bar on the inside in place.
“If you could do that, why didn’t you do it before?” Adam demanded.
“I wasn’t sure if you would survive it,” Asha said. “And you did command me not to hurt you.” The pain from the wound in his neck pulsed, reminding him his mortal body would have its reckoning. Flush with adrenaline, it would have to wait.
“Begin the ritual,” Adam said to Amy. “There’s no time left. Either it works or we’re all headed towards whatever’s worse than death.” They could hear the pack of hell-hounds howling outside.
Amy poured some water into the cook pot and began hastily mixing her disparate ingredients while Asha got the portable stove going. The air inside was stifling, and Adam wasn’t sure how long they could last even if the hell-hounds didn’t break through the door. After all, who the hell thinks of ventilation for the dead?
Amy poured and mixed powders and roots and oils into the pot, then, finally, threw the rat’s tail, her soiled panties, and the live frog inside. “You’re going to cook it alive?” He asked.
Amy raised both her eyebrows. “You got a problem with that? Wanna go outside and have a diplomatic chat with those monsters from hell instead?”
He shook his head.
Amy took the handle of the hunting knife she was holding and whacked the frog on the head when it attempted to jump out of the boiling water. Turns out, frogs don’t like to boil alive, whatever your biology teacher told you. The frog sank down into the disgusting stew. Amy wrapped her hands in the sleeves of her sweater, then lifted the pot off the stove, losing hold with a curse before she could properly set it down on the stone floor and spilling a good quarter of it. “Fuck! Should have brought a cooking glove.”
It was now ten minutes before midnight. The door shook violently, presumably as one of the hell-hounds tried to bash it in, but it held. For now.
Amy lit some candles, placing them at the points of some geometric figure to complex for him to understand. He put a hand on his neck, feeling the slow flow of blood leaving his body. He was light-headed. “Stay with me,” Amy said. “Five more minutes, then the brew will be cool enough to drink.”
Adam lay down. Asha took his head in her hands. “Bide,” she said. “Do not leave the land of the waking just yet. Bide.”
He heard Amy unsheathe the knife, heard a little snip, tried to move to prevent her from cutting Asha, but it was no use. He felt a hot bowl touch his lips. “Drink,” Amy said. “Try not to throw up.” A foul liquid, the consistency more like porridge than soup, dripping down his throat. It threatened to rise, but he closed his mouth and swallowed, counted, one, two, three, then accepted another gulp. It went down, and stayed down. Asha presumably did the same. He heard her coughing, but he couldn’t even open his eyes, let alone move to assist her. He felt a finger touch his lips. It had a sticky substance the taste of copper.
“Blood of mine,” Asha intoned. Amy stuck a finger to his neck, then she prompted him, and he managed to croak, “blood of mine.”
“Say with me,” Amy said, far away.
The howling of the hell-hounds was a constant backing track. He heard something heavy collide with the door again, but since nothing tore into his throat, he assumed the door held still.
“Say with me,” Amy repeated. “Ah-ushukh diniyahhah...”
“Ah-ushukh… Dini… yahhahh...”
There were more words. His lips formed them, but his ears were no longer capable of hearing them.
Finally, silence.
Adam felt the leash between him and Asha stretch, grow taut. She was pulling away from him. And then… it fell off. It didn’t snap in the middle from the force exerted on it. It simply unknotted itself on both ends, by mutual agreement, and then it was gone. She’s free, he thought. Free and gone forever. I’ll never see her again.
Then she was on his throat, tearing at him. For a terrifying moment, Adam thought he was going to die. He opened his eyes, looking into the red eyes of his demon, the demon he’d bound against her will, the demon who was now going to murder him for what he’d done to her. The demon he just might love.
Then she planted a big, sloppy kiss on his lips.
The howling of the hell-hounds was gone. He heard nothing but his breath, ragged; and hers, and somewhere in the distance, Amy’s.
“Oh, Adam!” Asha said. “I’m still here.”
“I don’t understand,” he said.
“I’m still here, but the hell-hounds are gone. I’m here, with you.”
That was the moment his body decided to have its hour of reckoning, and promptly, Adam lost consciousness. |
That sequence was a little rushed, but it's too late to edit the post now. (Also, thanks for your support!) I've improved on it a bit in the final edit, however.
There is a final edit! I've finished this thing. It took me five months to write. 35.500 words, or 82 manuscript pages. 4/5ths of a short novel or 1/3rd of a longer one. It's finished.
Below is the epilogue. But first: I've cleaned up the formatting and made a couple of minor edits, and the best way to read the whole thing is probably via PDF: asha.pdf. I also made an ePub version but the formatting might be a bit wonky: asha.epub. If anyone reading this was on the fence, well, now the whole thing is finished, and it's nicely formatted if you want to read it somewhere other than on the forum.
On to the sappy, sopping epilogue!
Epilogue: Going to Church
“Hey, asshole.”
Adam opened his eyes. He was in a hospital bed, a bandage wrapped around his neck, with an IV drip going into his right arm. Judging by the light streaming in through the blinds, it was somewhere between late morning and early afternoon.
“I was afraid you were going to die on me. That just wouldn’t do.” Amy was sitting on a chair next to his bed, her face red and puffy around the eyes.
“Thanks.” Adam said, not knowing what else to say.
“Don’t think just because you saw me naked one time it’s okay for you to flirt or think dirty thoughts about me,” Amy said.
“Amy, you know I love you, but you’re like a sister to me,” Adam said.
She clenched her fists together and for a moment she looked like she might punch him, but seeing his condition, she unclenched. “Don’t lie to me, Adam. You never saw me like a sister.”
He tried to rise, but quickly found his limbs had no strength, so he simply sank back into bed. “Okay,” he sighed. “I’m going to admit something you probably already know. I used to have a big crush on you. But nothing happened between us, so I was happy just being your friend. Sometimes you’d do something irresistibly cute and I’d feel it tug at my heartstrings, but overall I was happy being your friend. That was before I met her. Now, I wouldn’t care if you flashed me, even if you offered.”
Amy crossed her arms. “Thanks, dude. Just what a girl wants to hear from her best friend: I used to masturbate to fantasies of you naked, but now I got a girlfriend, so I’m not gonna do that anymore until I become single again.”
“Hey,” Adam said, coughing, “that’s not what I said at all. And also, if I did say that, between the herbs and the blood loss and whatever the good doctor put in me, I think I could be excused.”
Amy stuck her tongue out at him and winked. He began to laugh, but it hurt his chest, and he doubled over in pain. Amy was there immediately, by his side. “Don’t make me laugh,” he croaked.
“We told them you got bit by a mad dog,” Amy said, more serious now. “It was really sketchy there for a while, but they said if you wake up, you’re not in any big danger anymore. I’ve been sitting here for hours waiting for you to open up your eyes.”
“Good call,” he said.
“Hey, guess whose mausoleum we ended up in?” Amy said.
“Who?”
“Why, the illustrious Musgrave-Lloyd family.”
Adam wracked his brain, trying to make connections through what felt like four layers of cotton and haze. “Lloyd, like that opera?” He didn’t get it.
“No, you doofus, not Andrew Lloyd Webber. He’s totally unrelated to them, as far as I can tell. Musgrave. As in, the author of the Daemonic Dictionary.”
“Huh. That can’t be a coincidence, can it?”
“I’m going to try and find out,” Amy said. “But my research will be strictly limited to books. Any, ah, hands-on experiments, I’ll wisely leave to others.”
“He died with no descendants, didn’t he?”
“The biography we read only said where and when he was presumed to have died. Said nothing about him having or not having descendants. Or even if there’s any concrete proof that he isn’t still alive.”
“You think someone could be still alive after, what, six hundred years?”
“Stranger things have happened. I’ve seen stranger things with my own eyes,” Amy said, and Adam couldn’t argue with that. Amy turned to leave.
“Hey, Amy, am I really your best friend?”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Where are you going? Where’s Asha? Amy! Amy, wait!”
Amy walked around the corner and left. A terrible realization hit him. Asha might be gone. Contemplating the idea felt like dunking his heart in an ice bath. Of course, she might stay on Earth, but with the binding broken, there would be nothing tethering her to him. Why would she stay with me? I bound her, I hurt her… Then he heard a flush, and a familiar face, a familiar pair of green eyes appeared in the doorway to the adjacent bathroom. “Adam,” she said, a rare look of uncertainty on her face. Her face was freshly cleaned, but there was still some snot dripping from her nose, which she dabbed at with a paper towel, and the whites of her eyes were red. Amy’s eyes might have been red with exhaustion, but there was no doubt Asha had been crying.
“I thought you were dead,” she said, at the same time he said, “I thought you were gone.”
She took the chair Amy had vacated. “I do not like hospitals,” she announced. There was a strain in her voice he’d never heard before. “Don’t listen to silly doctors. You have to forgive me.”
“Forgive you? For what?”
She hid her head in her hands, but then she thought better of it. Her tears were all out. She looked him in the eyes. “It was a mercy,” she said at last.
“What? What’s going on?”
“I thought I killed you,” she said. “Look, it’s like I said: in order to defeat even one hell-hound in this state, bound to you, I needed to take from you so much life, you needed to freely give me so much life, that you ought to be dead. It was a mercy: I know that if the ritual had failed, or if it had sent me back to Hell, I couldn’t have returned that gift of life to you, and you’d be dead long before the hounds or the blood loss got you.”
“How could you do that?” Adam asked. “I mean, literally how could you do that. I thought you couldn’t harm me, not seriously?”
Asha shook her head. “A loophole. The alternative would have been much worse than death. It was a gamble. I didn’t know if it would work. It’s the sort of stupidity hellknights do in the dumb romances my father never let me read.”
“You did read them, though,” Adam said, a smile creeping up on him.
“I did. And I didn’t kill you.”
“You’re my knight in flaming armor, then.”
“Yes,” she said, with not a trace of sarcasm.
Adam closed his eyes. Seeing her had revived his spirits, but he was still weak from blood loss and medication and whatever life-draining operation Asha had performed on him. He needed to ask the two most important questions now, before he slipped out of consciousness.
“What happened last night? Why are you here, and not where you… belong?” Question one.
Asha put her hand over his. “The Rite of Return forced me to make a decision. Or rather, it acknowledged a decision I had already made, perhaps. It sent me to the place where my heart was. Which turned out to be the same place I already was, right there in the graveyard, only free.”
Adam opened his eyes. “And will you stay?” Question two.
“I don’t think I can ever go back to Hell,” she said.
“No, will you stay with me?”
“Amy’s offered me to stay at her place for a while.”
“Oh,” Adam said, and he couldn’t keep the disappointment out of his voice. It made sense. Theirs had been a whirlwind romance and they had not spent a moment apart since the affair began. She would want to distance herself from him for a while. Maybe the bond between them had been entirely magical and never emotional..
She squeezed his hand. “Oh, you meant, will I stay together with you, not literally, will I live in your dirty little room in your ugly house,” Asha said. “Of course.”
Adam opened his eyes, tried to blink away a tear.
“I’m going to go, visiting hours are almost over,” Asha said. “I will be back later. Don’t go anywhere.” As if he could. It was odd, seeing her leave the room while he stayed in it. She didn’t bend over clutching her stomach in agony, she didn’t vomit all over the floor, and there was no tug on that invisible rope that had once connected them. Asha simply strode out of the room and, blowing him a kiss, walked out of sight.
Adam closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless slumber.
Three days later, he was out of the hospital. At home, he was greeted by Eddie and Ryan. They thrust a pack of aspirin and a beer into his hand. “We weren’t sure if medicine or painkillers were called for,” Eddie said. “So we got you both. If you were expecting flowers, though, go fuck yourself.” Eddie gave him a big, long hug, and Ryan did the same, a little more reserved. Adam put down his coming-home gifts on the table and folded himself down onto the couch.
“Thanks, guys,” he said. “I really appreciate it.”
“We haven’t seen a whole lot of you lately,” Ryan said. “And then you get yourself into an accident and land in hospital. What happened?”
“Got bit by a crazy bitch,” Adam said.
“Stray dog?” Eddie asked. “We heard something like that.”
“Something like that, yeah,” Adam agreed.
“So,” Ryan said. “About what’s been going on with you lately...”
Adam had had a good think about what to tell them while he was laid up in his hospital bed. These were his friends, and he’d completely neglected them while all the crazy shit had been going down. He’d settled on telling them a story that was as close to the truth as possible, but also entirely mundane. He didn’t like lying to them, and, he reasoned, if they would never believe the truth, was it not honest enough to give them an allegory that captured everything important but the details?
“Look,” he said. “I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you guys. Usually, when I got shit on my mind, I would share it. I’m not fully operational yet but I’ll give you a summary of what’s been going on.”
Eddie sat down in a chair facing Adam, nodding his encouragement.
“So, I met this girl,” Adam said. “And it turns out she was in a spot of trouble. She didn’t have anywhere to stay and I couldn’t in good conscience throw her out on the street.”
“That’s the one I met, right?” Ryan said.
“Yeah.”
“She’s a looker.”
“Oh, she is, and so much more. Anyways, yeah, we had a bit of a thing and then she’s out on the streets, and I let her stay with me. But it turns out this thing was more complicated than I’d bargained for. There were some… family complications, and people were out to get her and hurt her. I got caught up in that and didn’t really know how to focus on anything but the next crisis coming along. Anyway, that stuff’s resolved now. It’s over.”
“I hope you went to the police,” Eddie said. “If these people, her family members or whoever, were really out to hurt her.”
“It’s been dealt with by the appropriate authorities,” Adam said. “It’s done. No one’s going to hurt her, or me, or you, or anyone else who gets close to her.”
“We heard you guys fighting,” Eddie said.
“Oh, yeah. We’re a match made in Hell. But fuck me, I fell for her. She’s not getting rid of me and I’m not getting rid of her, so you’ll probably be seeing her around. I found her a place to stay with a female friend of mine until she gets sorted.”
“Were you really bitten by a random wild dog?” Ryan asked. “You didn’t fall on some sword or get caught up in some gangsta shit to protect your lady love, did you?” He slapped Adam on the shoulder, a friendly gesture between mates, except Adam was still weak and had to suppress a wince.
“It was a mad bitch, like I said. Crazy fucking coincidence. Although truth be told, being laid up in hospital wasn’t so bad. Let me clear my head. Well, once they stopped giving me painkillers, anyways.”
“Glad to have you back,” Eddie said. “The moment you’re recovered, you and me are popping some cold ones and shooting some hoops, eh?”
“Looking forward to it.”
And that was how Adam got back in with his housemates and friends.
“I’ve been thinking,” Asha said. It was end of semester, nearly three months after the Rite of Return. They lay curled up together in his bed, staring up at the dirty ceiling. She had her hand on his hip, and he had one arm around her shoulder, and their legs were intertwined. “Your lease is up soon, right?”
“Yeah, but Ryan and Eddie are thinking of renewing and I’m probably just gonna be staying on with them. It’s not much, but it’s been home for two years and I could stand to make it three.”
“I’ve been thinking we should find a place and move in together,” she said. It was honestly what he’d been longing for, but he didn’t feel like he had any right to ask. They’d been dating all this time, and had navigated that odd state of a relationship were circumstances push you to become very intimate, very fast, and once the dust settles, you have to figure out if you actually like each other or if you just got caught up in a whirlwind romance. They’d found they did. But the fact that Adam, although unintentionally, had forced her into that intimacy still weighed on his mind. He’d resolved not to ask her to make any further commitment to him until she was ready for it. He had no right. Now she was asking the question he’d been burning to ask her for the past month.
“Don’t you like living with Amy?”
“Love it. But I’d love to live with you more. Also, I think Amy needs her privacy, but she’s too polite to say anything. There’s a side to her that she can’t bring herself to reveal to anyone—not to me, or to you, or to Peter. She needs privacy to live that side of her life until she finds it in her to reveal it to someone she cares for.”
Adam didn’t ask her to elaborate. He knew better than to ask. Instead, he said, “I’d love that. Moving in together. If it’s what you want.”
“Silly mortal,” she said. It was her pet name for him. Truth be told, they didn’t know if she was mortal or not anymore. She could still make flames dance across her eyes or her fingertips, and Adam suspected there were things she could do still that would terrify him. Asha was still finding her way in this world, and sometimes, she would wake him up, mumbling in distress, and she’d tell him she had a dream of the old country—Hell—and say no more. She’d given up everything she ever knew to be here, with him, and he wasn’t about to forget it.
In many ways, she’d taken to mortal life quicker than he’d expected. Asha was technically an illegal immigrant, with no ID, no passport or citizenship, albeit from another dimension rather than a foreign country. But she could be very, very persuasive. Preternaturally so. Soon after she moved in with Amy, Asha got a job as a waitress, and she brought in a lot of tips. Unreasonably high tips. He didn’t ask and she didn’t offer to elaborate on how she swung that. Nor how she procured a bank account with no legal identity. One day, she showed him her new driver’s license, in the name of Asha Pride, with her picture, and his year and date of birth.
“Do you even know how to drive a car?” He’d asked.
“No,” she’d said, “that’s what’s so fun about it! You get to teach me. On the open road, without a learner’s permit!”
“Yeah, I think we’ll start off on a parking lot somewhere.”
“Good. I’ll start looking for a car.”
“It’s settled, then,” Asha said, pulling him back to the present. “We’re finding a place and moving in together. It’ll be just like old times!” She gave him a peck on his cheek.
“Does that mean I have to clean up your piss all the time?”
She gave him a look. “Only when we feel like getting naughty. I know you enjoy it,” she cooed. Well, he didn’t exactly enjoy the cleanup, but he did enjoy the part that came before.
“Also,” Asha said. “I want you to take me to church on Sunday.”
“What? Are you taking up religion? Don’t tell me you’re planning to burn it down.”
“None of the above,” she said. “Look, remember the thing that used to happen to me whenever someone invoked the name of the Lord?”
Adam shuddered. He could see it in his mind’s eye. Her skin warping and bubbling, as if someone had poured boiling water onto the layer between skin and bone.
“That doesn’t happen anymore,” Asha said. “Try it.”
“Jesus Christ. God.” He looked over, and she smiled back, her skin perfectly smooth. “Allah. Buddha. Odin. Shiva. Yahweh.” He struggled to recall any other gods or god-like beings he could invoke, but she cut him off.
“See? Nothing happened.” She licked her lips. “And so I was thinking, what if one of our friends gets married? Or, Satan forbid, you get in a terrible and utterly unpredictable car accident while teaching me how to drive, which I miraculously survive because I’m me and I’m amazing, and then your next of kin decides on a church funeral?” She fixed her eyes on his, and this time, she was serious. “I want to know that I can walk into a house of worship and when the worshiping is done, both I and the house will still be standing. Not because I like churches, but because maybe there will be an occasion where I’ll want to be there because of the other people I care about that will be there. And I want you to go with me and get me out of there if something goes wrong.”
“Okay,” Adam said. It made perfect sense, but it was strange, hearing it from a demon. “You won’t make a scene?”
“Not deliberately. I will sit quietly in the back with my hands folded like a good little Catholic schoolgirl. I need you to be my backup in case something unexpected happens. Nobody’s done what I did, what we did, Adam. Just… Walked away from Hell, never looking back. I don’t know much more about how any of it works than you do. In fact, I’m almost certain Amy knows more than either of us.”
So it was that they found themselves walking hand-in-hand to Church that Sunday. It was a warm day in early summer, and flowers and trees were blooming. It was almost too beautiful to be true. There were at least eight churches that held Sunday services they could reach on foot or by bus, but he’d picked one within walking distance from Amy and Asha’s place. Not only was the place close by, but it was also the perfect size for their little experiment. Not too big, not too small. Adam wanted to avoid being some of the only people at the service—he wanted them to sit unnoticed in the back, attracting no attention whatsoever, whether anything out of the ordinary happened or not—but he didn’t want it to be so big that, if something did happen, there was sure to be someone filming them with a phone before they could make a discreet getaway. Asha was wearing a plain white dress that went down to her knees, and he was wearing jeans and a button-down, unsure of Church etiquette. Not exactly his Sunday best, but not so shabby as to attract attention either. Adam knew that attendance for regular services had been trending down in recent years, so he reasoned that they wouldn’t be too prissy. Also, wasn’t that Jesus fellow all about taking in the poor and destitute? Hardly seemed right to turn someone away at the door for being under-dressed.
They took a seat on a pew near the back. He was happy to see there were about forty people scattered about the first few rows of pews. Enough so that they’d blend in, probably not enough to incite a riot before they could make their escape if they needed to.
As the service began, Asha put her hands in her lap, just like she’d promised. But soon, she was squirming, moving about silently but clearly in distress. Adam put a hand on her shoulder and mouthed an “are you okay?” Asha gave him a wicked smile, then spread her legs out and lifted the hem of her dress, giving him a look at her red panties.
“I haven’t peed since last night at five,” she whispered. “Deliberately.”
“Asha, that’s...” He tried to do the math. “Eighteen hours!”
“Forgive me, then,” she said, and grabbed between her legs with both hands. Adam took her hand and removed it.
“You can’t do that in a church,” he said, squeezing her hand tight.
“But Adam, I might have an accident,” she whispered in her sweetest, most innocent voice.
“Do you want me to take you to the bathroom?”
“Nooo, I can hold it.”
She kept her legs apart and squeezed his hand, and she let her dress ride up frequently to give him a peek, as the preacher droned on and hymns were sung. Towards the end of the service, she stifled a moan, then lifted her dress to show him a little wet spot on her panties.
“You better not piss yourself in a church,” Adam hissed, suddenly worried now. “You promised not to make a scene.”
“I won’t,” she promised, and gritted her teeth, continuing her hands-off struggle. Finally, the service was over, and Adam caught her hand and dragged her out the door before she could leak any more. She gave an audible moan as he pulled her up, but when he put a hand where she’d sat—still warm—it was dry. The little moan was drowned out by the general din of people rising, dressing, heading down the aisle and out into the sunshine.
“You’ve been very naughty,” he said to her as they walked out of the church yard.
“Do you disapprove?” She favored him with her most seductive, boner-inducing grin.
“What you almost did in there was very disrespectful to those nice little church-goers. I could almost bring myself to be offended on their behalf, almost desecrating their place of holiness like that… If I wasn’t so unbelievably turned on.”
They stopped in the shade of a large oak hanging over the fence from the church yard and kissed. When they broke for air, he asked her if she wanted to find a place to go pee.
“No, I’d like to hold it,” she said.
“But you’re bursting! You already leaked.”
“Nobody will see under the dress. You know you love it when I do this. Don’t deny it.” He couldn’t, at that.
They took a side road lined on both sides by tall cypress trees and reached a dead end. At the end of a little cul-de-sac sat a very small house with a lovely garden. It was flaky red and looked like it was barely larger than an ordinary one bedroom apartment, but it sat on its own lot, almost hidden behind lovingly tended bushes and trees. A sign on a brown picket fence said “Small house for rent, cheap.” An old woman stood on the porch, and she waved at them.
“Oy there! Have you come for the house viewing?” She yelled, favoring them with a gap-toothed smile.
“We didn’t,” Adam began. “We were just out for a walk and ended up here. We do happen to be looking for a place, but we were thinking a small apartment. Don’t think we can afford a house.”
The woman came down to the end of the garden and opened the gate. “You’ve come to the right place, then,” she said. “How fortuitous. I’m looking to rent this out very cheap. Truth be told, all I want is for someone to take care of the house and the garden. Had a couple coming to see it today but they never showed up. Why don’t you have a look? Lovely young couple like yourselves, I’m sure we can work something out.”
He glanced over at Asha. She was squirming, doing a very good job of hiding it, but she was surely on the verge of losing it. She simply nodded. Oh, well. This might be the opportunity of a lifetime, and she could always ask to use the bathroom in the house.
“Well, I suppose having a look is free, can’t hurt, right?”
The old woman smiled and offered him her hand. “Bethany Musgrave,” she said. “Not of the wealthier and more famous branch of the family, I’m afraid. Pleasure to meet you.” Well, isn’t that a crazy coincidence.
“Adam Rogers.” They shook, and then Bethany shook Asha’s hand. She was shaking, no doubt from the effort of keeping herself from overflowing.
“Oh, are you nervous, dear?” Bethany asked.
“It’s just… This would be our first home together,” Asha said. Her improvisational skills continued to impress. “I can’t believe it’s really happening.”
“Ah, young love!” Bethany smiled. “Such a pleasure to see. Don’t worry, dear, before you know it you’ll have a child and a dog and you’re wondering where the years went.” She chuckled. “Come, come. This is the garden. There’s an apple tree, and cherries, and I grow carrots and potatoes in the back, and then there’s a variety of bushes and flowers. I dare say we can work out a deal that will be more than affordable, but there’s one non-negotiable clause. You must keep the garden well maintained. I care little for cutting the grass to a specified height, but the flowers and fruit and berries and vegetables are my pride and joy. I will leave you well alone, but I will be coming by to check up on the garden.”
Adam knew nothing of gardening, but if he could rent a house for the price of a tiny apartment, with such a pleasant landlady, and learning to turn his fingers green was the price to pay, he’d pay it. He shot a glance at Asha, and she was doing her very best not to curtsy or cross her legs or betray her desperation. It was adorable and hot and not what he needed to be thinking about now.
“Here’s the hall,” Bethany continued. It was small, and by unspoken accord they all removed their shoes, but when they came into the living room, it was larger than he’d have guessed from the outside. “It’s bigger inside than it looks, isn’t it?” Bethany said. The space was entirely empty of non-fixed furniture, but surprisingly spacious, with a large living area and a kitchen nook that had all the necessities, aside from a fridge.
“My husband and I lived here for forty years,” Bethany said. “Sadly, these days he’s not so well, so we’re moving to an apartment that’s closer to the hospital and the home nursing unit. That’s why I’m renting this out for cheap. Like I said, I really just want someone to take care of the house and the garden. I don’t see myself ever moving back here, but I can’t just part with it, you know? In a few years, if you take good care of it, I might be ready to part with it for a song and a dance. But for now, I want dependable, young, healthy people to take care of it for me. I want to know it’s still there, still being looked after, which is why I don’t want to sell and give away all my rights to come and slap a backside if the new owner’s lazy with the gardening.” She chuckled. “My husband and I moved out two weeks ago. It’s the first time I’ve been back, and being back almost makes me want to back out, but I’m getting on in years myself. I know between my own age and caring for my husband, I can’t maintain a second home to my liking.”
Adam spotted Asha out of the corner of his eye, crossing her legs and bending over. He quickly redirected Bethany’s attention to the back hall, asking about the bedroom and bathroom. The two left Asha behind as Bethany showed him the bedroom, which was more than large enough for two wardrobes and a double bed, and she pointed out a large adjacent storage room which, she said with a wink, might come in handy if they ever found themselves in need of a second bedroom. The bathroom was small, but had all the necessities. Bethany showed him the small basement, which had a few shelves for storage and plumbing set up for a washing machine. All the while, she gently pried him for details of his life. He told her about his studies, about Asha’s job as a waitress.
“Any experience gardening?” She asked.
“None,” he admitted. “But I’m willing to learn.” She nodded and smiled, as if he’d passed a test he didn’t know he was taking.
When they emerged back upstairs, Asha had composed herself. Adam could see her wiping something on the floor with the sole of her sock. Was that a little wet spot? We better wrap this up, because it doesn’t look like she’s going to ask to use the bathroom, and she can’t keep holding it much longer.
Bethany walked over to the counter top and picked up a sheaf of papers. “This is a contract,” she said. “I’m willing to sign it right now and hand over the key right now if you are.”
“We haven’t spoken about rent,” Adam said.
Bethany offered a figure. It was barely more than he currently paid to live with two housemates, and they’d be splitting it between the two of them. “Asha?”
“I like it,” Asha said, straining to put on a pleasant smile. “I really like it. What do you say, Adam?”
“I’d say we take a good thing when it comes to us. I’m in.” Asha nodded. “We’re in. But are you really sure this is okay? You just met us and you’re handing over the keys, we haven’t even exchanged any money?”
Bethany nodded. “This contract is for three months, with an option to extend to three years if both parties are pleased with the arrangement at the end of the summer. Sign here and here, and I’ll expect the money no later than next Friday.”
They signed. Bethany dropped a key on the counter top. “It’s all yours. You’ll have to have it copied so you get a key each, and a spare wouldn’t be amiss. I’ll come by next weekend and we can get started on teaching you two how to care for the garden. Do feel free to pick and use anything that’s ripe for the picking. It wouldn’t do to let it rot on the branch or in the ground, now would it?”
Adam began to thank her, but she simply shook her head. “The house is yours,” she said. “Make yourselves at home.” And she was gone.
“Oh my devil,” Asha said. “I can’t believe it. We just rented a house together.”
“I know,” Adam said.
Asha crossed her legs and grabbed herself through her dress. “I’m about to lose it! Having to stand there and smile and be pleasant and pretend I’m not about to piss myself was so...”
“Terrifying?” Adam offered.
“Fucking. Hot.”
“Can you walk? There’s a bathroom down the hall...”
Asha moaned, and then he could see a trickle emerge beneath the hem of her dress. It spattered on the floor, transparent urine soaking into her sock, but she cut it off. “Oooh,” she moaned. “I needed that, but I still have so much left!”
“Do you want to go here, or in the toilet, or…?”
“Let’s go outside and see this garden I’ve heard so much about!” She bent down and began removing her socks. As she did so, she turned around and her dress rode up, giving him a good look at her red panties, which had a peach-sized wet spot extending up the contour of her butt crack. As she worked on the socks, her body shook, and another little leak emerged, teasing him as it ran down her thigh, but she managed to regain control.
“Nineteen hours,” she said. “It’s gonna be a new record!”
Barefoot, she ran out into the garden, and Adam scrambled to follow her. Asha stood beneath a tall tree, shielded from the road. She held her dress up, giving him a good look at her wet underwear. Her lips teasing him through the semitransparent fabric. “I can’t move,” she said, and laughed. Adam walked up, put a hand on her panties, another in her hair, bent her back towards the tree and kissed her deeply. He heard, and felt, the hiss as her dam released. Warm pee trickled over his hand as they kissed in the garden of their new home. It was a fairy tale ending if he’d ever seen one. She shuddered as he began to work her between the legs, still peeing, and before they knew it, his underwear and hers were both off.
Leaning on the tree, after, he said, “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
“We should get married,” Asha said.
“Really? Isn’t that a bit soon?”
“We just spontaneously rented a house,” she pointed out. “Seems like good things happen to us when we live in the moment.”
“Are you proposing to me?”
“Maybe I am.”
“Well, traditionally, the man would get down on his knee and offer a ring...”
“We aren’t a traditional couple, are we, mortal?”
“Guess not.” He shrugged.
“Will you marry me?”
He looked her in the eyes. “Yes.”
“Great. We’ll do the civil ceremony, and then a private ceremony on All Hallow’s Eve in the woods. It’s the way of my kind. Amy can officiate.”
“Whoa, there,” Adam said. “Amy’s sworn off anything to do with rituals. And you really want to get married in the woods on Halloween, like some spook?”
“It’s not a magic ritual. Entirely symbolic. We can even skip the traditional blood-drinking ceremony.”
“I think we’ll leave the details for later. And I’m going to insist on a ring, because that’s the way of my kind.”
She leaned on his shoulder. “Love you, mortal.”
“Love you, my little demon.”
The old lady knew the way of the woods behind the house, and she had little trouble making her way unseen and unheard to a spot where she could listen and watch how the young couple would dispose of their new home. She did not avert her eyes at their perverse sexual games, but simply nodded to herself and stored it away in her vast memory for possible future application. Their declarations of love brought a tear to her eye, and the spontaneous engagement was the cherry on top. She popped a homegrown apple into her mouth. Seeing the young couple reminded her of her current husband, now senile and in need of care, but so vital, so lovely and so horny in earlier years. No. It reminded her more of her first husband, before he grew old and died, and before her second, who was crueler but also, like most people, eventually found his way to the eternal sleep with no illicit help from his wife. Yes, she decided. I will let them have their happiness. It pleases me to do one more good thing before I sod off this Earth. Bethany Musgrave threw the core of the apple into her garden—Asha and Adam’s garden, now—and walked off into the woods, humming a nursery rhyme that went out of style a hundred years ago. |
A/N: This was written for a commission, contains pretty serious public humiliation.
Tara knows that her mouth can get her into trouble sometimes, but she sometimes can’t help herself. She isn’t necessarily mean spirited, but with those she doesn’t get along with, she can’t help herself from mouthing off, and her relationship with best friends Courtney and Addison has never been a positive one. It’s hard to tell who started it, and who is really in the wrong, but it’s been going on for so long now that the three of them are always fighting over something, and none of them can remember exactly where it started, or why they keep it up.
It just is the way it is, and after a particularly nasty argument, Tara gets the idea in her head to turn things more physical. So she attempts to yank down Addison’s pants, and, when Courtney comes at her, she tries giving her a slight wedgie. All in all, nothing too extreme; Addison’s pants barely make it down her thighs, and Courtney just dislodges her underwear like it’s nothing, but both of them are clearly unhappy with this turn of events. Tara escapes for now, but the two of them are not going to let this slide.
~X~
Tara has not been able to sit still for most of her class. She has been watching the clock, waiting for her break so that she can go to the bathroom. After the bell rang for class to start, she realized that she needed to pee, and perhaps should have gone before class started. So she spends the class desperately waiting for her chance to go to the bathroom, and once she’s free to go to lunch, she hurries out of class.
But this is where she is confronted by Courtney and Addison, who are out for their revenge. They stop her short, with Addison saying, “Come with us for a minute, okay?”
“Actually, I was on my way to-” Tara is interrupted by Courtney roughly grabbing her arm and tugging her along.
“Come on, it’ll just take a minute,” she says.
Tara finds that she can’t break free of the other girl’s grip, and has no choice but to follow along behind the two of them, her bladder throbbing in protest at the unexpected delay. She really hopes whatever argument they have planned or insults they want to hurl at her doesn’t take too long, because she desperately needs to pee. They take her somewhere out of the way, and she tries not to let it show that she’s desperate right now, though she’s rather tense.
“We’re getting really tired of your attitude,” Addison says with a scowl.
“Really? That makes three of us,” Tara replies, before realizing that that might not be the best comeback. “If that’s all you took me here to say, just fuck off, okay? You’re wasting my time.”
“As if that’s all,” the other girl says, her scowl breaking as she laughs. Courtney joins her, and the two close in on Tara, almost threateningly. “You really think we’re gonna let you off that easy?”
Squirming despite herself, Tara says, “What are you talking about?”
“Just...this!” Courtney replies, before lunging forward to yank at Tara’s pants. And, to keep Tara from resisting, Addison grabs both of her arms, holding her still until the pants have been pulled at the way down to her ankles, revealing her cutesy panties.
They are white as a base color, but have a simple, pink, lacy trim around them. The pattern has a variety of hearts, including larger ones that are black and white zebra striped, and then, in between the rows of those, there are smaller hearts, some rows with alternating black and pink, and other rows with alternating teal and lime green. All in all, it’s a somewhat childish pair of panties, but it is secretly one of Tara’s favorites.
Still, that’s only secretly, and she’s humiliated to have them exposed to the world so suddenly, especially to two of her worst enemies. Not to mention, the sudden rush of cold air only makes her urge to pee that much worse, and she squeezes her thighs together to prevent any leaks from escaping.
“Look at how embarrassed she is!” Addison declares. “Those are super cute panties, you know?” She sneers, and Courtney starts laughing.
“We should give her a chance to show them off,” she replies, and when Addison lets go of her arms and Tara starts to move, Courtney trips her swiftly. Neither of them notice the slight leak of urine that dampens her panties when this happens, as they are too focused on stealing her pants, but it leaves Tara in such a panic that she can’t fight back until her pants are already off.
By the time she’s regained her composure and is able to get to her feet, the girls have run off with pants, leaving her in only her tank top, that is definitely too short to cover anything. Tara is at a complete loss; she doesn’t know what to do. The break is almost over, she has no pants to cover her, and if she doesn’t go to the bathroom soon, she is definitely going to wet herself.
She squeezes her legs together to try to get some control, but it isn’t enough, and she knows she’s going to leak again soon. Jamming a hand between her legs, she makes the decision to just try to get to the bathroom, prioritizing that over covering herself or attempting to make it to class on time. Trying not to care who sees her, she starts off, leaning forward slightly as she holds herself.
Of course, the nearest bathroom is in an extremely crowded hallway, so of course, a lot of people see the way she hobbles along, panty-clad butt jutting out, very clearly on the verge of wetting herself. And, of course, everyone can see her girly, cutesy panties, and wonder why she’s not wearing pants anymore.
She’s terrified that she isn’t gonna make it, and when she feels herself leak, she reflexively shakes out her wet hand, causing those around her to jump back in surprise at her actions. When she jams her hand back between her legs, blushing furiously, they laugh, realizing what’s happening.
She’s really and truly at her limit as she reaches the bathroom door, leaking more and more frequently until her panties are soaked through, and there are streams of urine streaking down her legs, but she does not give up until the very, very end. With one hand against the door, she tries to push it in, but it’s already too late for her and, in front of everyone, she loses control.
Crying out in surprise, then slowly fading into a sigh of relief, she lets her hand fall to the side as she floods her panties. Without any other fabric to catch the liquid, it isn’t long before a puddle forms at her feet and her shoulders sag. The relief, at the very least, is amazing after holding for so long, but she is soon very aware of every pair of eyes on her as she not only wets herself in front of everyone, but does so in only a tank top and her heart printed, lace trimmed panties.
Try as she might, she can’t imagine anything more humiliating.
~X~
Needless to say, she is permitted to go home early after being given a change of clothes by the office, but they aren’t able to get her to admit to what happened to her pants. It would only mean more trouble if she ratted them out, especially since they would reveal it was in retaliation, so she keeps her mouth shut until she is allowed to go home.
And, when she is alone in her shower, getting cleaned up from the incident, she can’t deny the little tingle of excitement she feels. Though it was horrible, though it was mortifying, though it was the most humiliating thing she has ever experienced in her life…
Well, there is a part of her that just might like that thought. There is a part of her that may enjoy such humiliation after all. |
So, while I was reading some stories earlier, I was reminded of an experience I had a few years ago at secondary school. I don’t remembered the original events perfectly, but I know most of what happened. However, over the past few years I’ve forgotten a lot of the interesting details, (although I still remember the useless stuff like the fact that there were only girls in the queue and what lesson it was) and what’s left doesn’t make a great story. It was very early days for my fetish back then, I didn’t truly understand it, nor did I know there was a whole community of us, and my memory is pretty bad in general. Therefore, I’m taking the original idea and writing it into a fan fiction so that I can create an interesting story and others can enjoy my experience. So basically, this is a fan fiction adapting some real events from years ago.
Intro:
I was a third year at my secondary school, otherwise known as a year 9, and on this particular day was waiting by the toilets to use them. My school had (and still do, from what I’ve heard) an incredibly stupid rule where the main toilets are locked during lessons. This rule was in place because they were regularly vandalised, and to be honest I can understand them implementing it, however as I campaigned for during my entire time at that school there were far better ways of solving the problem.
As a result of this rule, there quite a few people (unusually, all girls.) in front of me waiting to use the single cubicle they kept unlocked. This didn’t worry me, as I could manage it for long enough I thought, and had a backup plan that will become important later. But, as a form of protest for this rule, I always waited until after break or lunch had ended to use them, so I was always wasting lesson time, and I had no regard for how much time I was wasting. I considered it the school’s time that I was using as I was supposed to be doing work instead of having fun at break. It was lesson 4 now, and it was about 20 minutes in.
End of Intro
Chapter 1:
I wasn’t expecting anyone to come and join the queue, as most people would simply hold it and wait until lunch; the reason why I was there was since I needed to go at the end of lesson 3 and decided that I shouldn’t have to be uncomfortable for an hour because of the school’s rules. I went to my 4th lesson, English, and did the first few tasks so I’d have something to show in my book, then asked the teacher if I could leave. The teacher, being terrible at her job, and to be honest a complete and total pillock, said no. So me, being the teenager I was said I didn’t care and walked right out like I normally would in that situation, and like how I encourage anyone else to do.
While I waited for the line to go down, I was surprised to see a girl a few years younger than me come down to the corridor, looking uncomfortable at the sight of me and the other girls. She looked like she was trying not to show how bad her need was, and started walking around the corridor as if trying to take her mind off of things. I don’t actually know this girl’s name; or even if I found out what it was back then. I expect I did, but as I am astronomically terrible at remembering names (seriously, I was once friends with someone for 4 years before I learned their name.) I expect I simply forgot it. Becaude I don’t know her actual name, I’ll assign her one for the sake of this: Maya.
Maya seemed alright for a while, although she looked uncomfortable when she stopped occasionally. However, after some time her need began to show more. She stopped walking around as much, instead pressing her legs together. She also started to fidget a bit whenever she stood still for too long. I was sat a distance from the bathroom, on a large radiator that was made of a strong metal that could easily support the weight of multiple people and was the perfect size for a bench, even having a wall behind it that acted as the back part of a chair. Even the teachers used it as a bench, so it was basically accepted that you could use it as one. Maya came closer to me, most likely because all the other girls were in a line near the cubicle chatting fairly quietly amongst themselves, and it seemed easier for her to mange in the quieter corner where I was.
Up close, the strength of her urge was more noticeable. She almost danced a little as she moved, squeezing her legs closer, and then apart quickly. I did something I very rarely do, and got up and started to talk to her.
”You can go before me, if you want.” I said to her, something I say even less often than I actually talk to someone.
”Huh? O-oh! Thank you so much!” Maya said back, surprised that I was actually talking to her after sitting silently for about 5 minutes. Her face turned a bit red at this, but she then returned to her holding.
End of Chapter 1:
Hopefully this is interesting to you guys. Most of what’s happened so far I remember better then some of the later developments, so this is one of the bits I have to modify the least. Nevertheless, I think this is gonna be a fun one to write. I should hopefully get some more of this and some of the endings to my other story up tonight, as well.
Edited March 4, 2019 by RagingPython
Consistency. Removed extra word. Added another sentance, changed wording. Added missing word.
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Note: I meant to say 10 minutes rather than 20 minutes in the first post. Somehow missed that when I proofread it twice to fix the errors.
Chapter 2:
After a while, Maya sat down on the radiator next to me. She looked very uncomfortable, and I was worried for her. Now, I’ve heard quite a few people like stopping others from going for as long as possible, if they let them all, but I’m not like that. I’d never force someone to wet themselves, and it doesn’t really turn me on as much as other omo stuff. When she sat down next to me, I tried to reassure her that the queue shouldn’t take that long, and she could hold it, etcetera etcetera. She smiled a little, but still seemed unsure.
This wasn’t the only time I’d been in a situation like this, and although I didn’t fully understand my fetish I knew enough to know I was weird to have it. Normally, I’d try not to mention it, ignoring the girl I was with’s needs whenever possible so I wouldn’t risk saying something weird or that would give me away. But now, I understood it more and I was pretty seriously turned on by Maya’s situation. I still feel kinda guilty about it. Despite how much I was secretly enjoying it, I still didn’t want her to burst, and tried to take her mind off of it.
”So, Maya, what year are you in?”
”I’m in year 7, how about you?”
”I’m in year 9, so I’m a bit older.”
At this point, Maya was around 12 and I was around 14. Maya was one of the oldest in her year, and I was one of the youngest in mine. I feel like it’s worth mentioning that this doesn’t go anywhere illegal or anything, considering our ages at the time.
”So, that makes you around 11 then? I’m 14.”
”Yeah. I’m actually 12, I was born in January.”
”Cool. Do you like the winter? It’s my favourite season.”
”I do, actually. Most people seem to hate it, but it’s so cold, and tranquil as everyone is hiding inside. I wish it snowed more often though.”
”Me too! We used to get loads of snow, too. I wonder why it stopped happening.”
We continued to chat like this for a while. Although I wasn’t sure it it helped take her mind off of it, it certainly seemed to improve her mood. The queue for the bathroom was still surprisingly long, it was almost as if the other girls were taking extra long because they wanted to miss most of their lesson, which I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear was the reason. Whatever the reason was, it wasn’t good for Maya. By now, it was nearly halfway through the lesson.
End of Chapter 2
Chapter 3:
I mentioned earlier that I had to go myself, and while it was nothing compared to Maya’s, my urge was growing. I was able to counter it by fanning my legs a bit, and focusing on Maya, which took my mind of off it. However, it was turning me on even more. I was trying to hide it from Maya however, as I didn’t want to remind her of her own troubles. I should probably explain how I ended up needing to go like this; and I still remember it. I woke up, like any other day, at 6AM. I got up, got dressed, washed my face and brushed my teeth. I walked downstairs, took my medication, and made myself a comically oversized mug of tea like usual before preparing breakfast. I then put on my uniform, prepared all of my school stuff that I’d need, and did my hair while the food cooked. After I’d brushed my long, luscious hair, I walked back to the kitchen and kept an eye on the food until it was cooked, and then ate my breakfast and drank my tea. Then, I made myself another comically oversized mug of tea (I’m British btw, that should explain this a bit.) and sat down and did some reading for about 20 minutes. You might notice how I never mentioned going to the bathroom during all of that, and that was because I didn’t.
When I followed this routine, I’d deliberately not go to the toilet until just before I left for school, and then I’d finish my second mug of tea and I’d set off. I’m not sure exactly why I did this, but I think it was a carryover from when I was in primary school. During those years, I’d very rarely use the school toilets, instead holding it all in until I went home. I don’t know why I did this, I think it was a combination of embarrassment as a small child, me not liking public toilets, and also the fact that although I didn’t know I was into omo at this point, I knew I enjoyed pee-related things more then the normal person. I didn’t treat it like a fetish, but I have memories of holding it in private for longer than normal to see how long I could last and I expect this had some influence.
One thing I noticed however when I still did this during my first year of secondary school was that if I didn’t go to the bathroom before I left, I wouldn’t be able to hold as long during the day. But if I went like normal when I first got up, I wouldn’t always be able to go before I left. So I stopped going when I got up, relieving the entire night’s worth just before I left. I continued with this routine for a few years after, even when I started making use of the school toilets. Anyway, cutting back to where we were earlier, I was reading quietly in my living room while I waited until it was time to leave. I had drunk a lot the previous night and was feeling the pressure more than usual, and my comically large mug of tea was making things quite uncomfortable. I was able to take it for the entire time, although I had to cross my legs, and as I sure you can imagine I was holding back a lot when I finally sat down in the bathroom and unleashed it all. Then, I drank my second cup of tea and set off like usual.
The second mug didn’t hit me until half way through my first lesson, but I ignored the urge. Lesson 2 it was a bit worse, but still fine. I had a normal sized mug of tea at break, which probably wasn’t a smart idea, but I did it anyway. Heading into lesson 3, I knew I was gonna have to visit the bathroom later, but I continued to hold it in as I really enjoyed lesson 3 because it was maths. The normal-sized mug hit me around the middle, and that’s why I had to go at the beginning of lesson 4. Remembering this, in the room with Maya, I wanted to ask her how she got so full but I was anxious to do so.
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So, sorry I haven’t uploaded for a while. I’m back at school (technically the same school that this story takes place in as it has a special section that does the equivalent of college. However, it feels like a different school as everything is quite different.) after nearly a month of being off at home due to illness and that means I have to start getting up at 6AM again and my body doesn’t like having to sleep on such a weird schedule, so I’ve been falling asleep really early and I only really have to opportunity to work on these during the night. I’m naturally nocturnal I think, and as such whenever I give myself the chance I switch to a sleep schedule where I wake up at 3PM and go to sleep at 7AM, and then fixing it is a massive pain in the arse. Anyway, onwards with the story:
Chapter 4:
I was sat on the radiator with Maya for a while. I swear some of the girls in front must’ve been just messing about or trying to bunk off lessons, as I distinctly remember one went in and came out like 10 minutes later covered in makeup. It was also possible of course that they’d noticed the trouble Maya was in and were just trying to make things worse for her. Either way, it lead to us sitting together for some time. We talked sometimes, but other times we’d be silent for a couple of minutes while Maya tried desperately to ignore her urge.
Although I was feeling nowhere near as bad as Maya, my own bladder was getting pretty full by now. I didn’t want too, but I was forced to cross my own legs. Maya turned to me after this, even more red faced than she had been for most of the time she’d been with me.
”Y-you should go first when w-we reach the front...”
”Huh? Why? You need to go worse than I do.”
“B-but... you’re already crossing your legs... And y-you were here first.”
”Really, Maya, it’s alright. You should go first. I can manage.”
”O-okay... I guess...” said Maya, almost as if she was unsure.
To my mind at the time, and to be honest even now to an extent, I wasn’t really sure why Maya did this. If I was in her situation than I certainly wouldn’t be telling someone else who’d already said I could go first that they deserved to go first instead. But I expect that’s probably just my lacking emotional understanding causing that.
At this point, I took a swig from my bottle of water that I carried with me. I’d been doing it periodically throughout the lesson, but this was the first time Maya had reacted to it. She almost moaned; an exclamation of discomfort that made me feel really bad for drinking in front of her. I don’t know if I triggered it, but the timing certainly implied it. Now, you might be thinking: “Why would someone who needed the bathroom be drinking?” And well, the answer is I kind of have to. This might seem like it’s too personal, but this story is based off of real life events that involve me and I feel like this context needs to be established:
All my life, I’ve “suffered” from autism and ADHD. Luckily, I’m rather high-functioning and can fit into society fairly well, still going to mainstream education albeit with some support in place. However, as a result of this I started taking medicine to help with this around Year 8, the year before this story happened. Year 9 was really a turning point for me during secondary school; I went from struggling awfully and hating myself for it during Year 7 and struggling with accepting my problems and finding solutions to them in Year 8, to finally finding a good level of medicine to take, and accepting that I was autistic and eventually I even became glad of it and accepted it as part of me. Although the medicine helped considerably, it did have a few drawbacks and some side effects. Most of them were fairly minor, but one of the side effects and a drawback are relevant here:
The side effect comes from the drug, which is basically a form of prescription speed with some slight modifications. It tends to cause users to feel thirstier. The drawback wasn’t really a drawback I suppose, it’s what was intended. As a result of the ADHD, I struggled to focus on things. The medicine helps with this, but meant that I focus too much on some things. One of these is thirst. If I’m thirsty when I’m on the drug, I end up getting completely and totally hyperfocused on it whether I like it or not. So, combine that with a drug that makes you thirsty, and you have a recipe for disaster. However, I realised quickly during Year 8 that I could just carry a bottle of water with me everywhere. After some disagreements and arguments and skipping several classes to prove a point, most of the staff eventually accepted that no matter what they said I was bringing a bottle of water with me everywhere. By Year 9, it was a subconcious reaction and I barely noticed it anymore. I’d get thirsty, notice and automatically drink.
So completely subconsciously I was drinking in front of a girl who looked like she was about to burst.
End of Chapter 4
Chapter 5:
“Maya! Sorry, I-I completely forgot...”
”A-ah... it’s alright...”
”Really? It sounded really bad.”
“Y-yeah. I don’t mind...”
I explained to Maya the whole story with my autism up until that point. She was understanding of my predicament, and apologised for making me worry. I was very curious about how Maya had ended up so desperate, and couldn’t hold back my desire to know anymore and asked her.
”Maya, why did you let it get this bad?”
Alternating between fanning and crossing her legs, Maya answered with trepidation: “I-I woke up late... but I thought I’d have t-time still. I skipped my m-morning shower, and instead ran downstairs to get ready. I had some m-milk and cereal, and a cup of tea, and got d-d-dressed. Having realised I’d forgotten to use the b-bathroom when I woke up in my rush to get ready, I-I checked my phone and realised that my bedroom clock was slow. I immediately c-cancelled my plans and grabbed my bag, running off to school and j-just barely making it in time.”
Having had a similar experience before, I could sort of understand how this happened. However, I would rather be late than need the bathroom and would’ve prioritised that first, and failing that would’ve gone at the first possible moment at school.
”I-I had to go in lessons 1 and 2, but I was able to h-handle it. Luckily for me, I’d forgotten to u-use the bathroom before I went to bed, and w-woke up in the early morning feeling very full. I-I had to r-relieve myself d-during the n-night... which was scary, b-but I couldn’t take it much longer. I went back to s-sleep, and that’s why I woke up l-late, my sleep schedule was interrupted. Because of this, I wasn’t as full as n-normal when I left for school, and that’s how I’ve held for-for this long.”
Now this is where me and Maya (and most people to be honest) are different. I might’ve held it in for lesson 1, but if it became too uncomfortable I would’ve just gone immediately. I’d have asked the teacher politely, and if and when they said no I would’ve just walked out. If they were a good teacher I’d return to their lesson later, if they were shit like Mrs Cockerton from Year 8 English than I wouldn’t bother if there were less than 10 minutes of lesson left.
”I was so h-happy when break came and I-I realised I’d held it long enough... but I’d agreed to meet my friends yesterday. So I-I tried to take my mind off of it and went to m-meet them... I thought they’d understand and let me take a leak, but when I told them they said they had to go too and I should just hold it in like they were going to...”
This honestly still confuses me to this day. I distinctly remember this conversation, and although I didn’t remember until the day after, I had seen 2 uncomfortable-looking Year 7’s following another Year 7 who seemed to be having less trouble the morning before this happened. I followed them for a bit around the outside area, (in primary school we’d call it a playground but I don’t know what the correct secondary school terminology is) because I had nothing better to do and used my “excellent” sneaking skills to stay unnoticed. They didn’t see me, but I was very turned on by the small girls being “forced” to hold it. The smallest Year 7 looked almost exactly like Maya too and I realised a few days later that it was probably Maya who I’d seen. The bit that confuses me is why someone who already had to go would ignore her urges because her friends were. This is also probably my autism here, as I’ve been mostly immune to peer pressure (excuse the pun) due to it and I expect this was something like that.
”Wait, you held it in just because your friends said they would? I considered going myself during break, but I didn’t. However, I know that the queues were tiny this morning. Why didn’t you just leave them and go?”
”I-I don’t know... I guess I wanted to prove to them I could hold it like t-they could... but I set off to lesson 3 feeling far worse than I did in lesson 2, and tried my h-hardest to e-endure it. Both my friends were in the class with me... my best friend K-Karen had drunk a can of lemonade during break as a ch-challenge from my other friend, Carol Anne Kennedy, and while she was fine at first she started cr-crossing her legs less than halfway through and was squirming by m-middle. She asked the teacher if she could go, and the teacher said yes, seeing her situation. I t-tried to ask too, but was told to hold it until later because I wasn’t as desperate... C-Carol Anne was really annoyed at Karen for leaving to use the toilet, and she was a bit a-annoyed at me for trying to leave. It was kinda w-weird actually... she watched Karen wave her legs about and dance around strangely closely, and she started watching her li-like a hawk when she was squirming. Once she left, she moved onto m-me... it just felt o-odd.”
End of Chapter 5:
I’ll finish Maya’s story up until this point next time. For now, I’ll leave this here. It’s really interesting writing this because some of it I remember perfectly, like the conversation above, but other bits I remember almost nothing of. It’s also a challenge writing this because I want to include a lot of detail about myself at the time, but I don’t want to alienate people. It’s actually quite fun.
Also now that I think about it, Carol Anne seems like she might’ve been into it herself a bit. I remember Maya’s description of her better than most other parts of this, so it seems like I might’ve been suspicious even back then. I don’t remember Karen or Carol Anne’s actual names, so Karen I just picked out of a hat and I’m using Carol Anne Kennedy because I had an enemy with a very similar personality to what I remember of Maya’s friend.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy these chapters!
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Chapter 6:
Maya stayed silent for a bit, dancing and crossing her legs harder than ever, clearly trying her hardest not to give in. I gave Maya a reassuring look that showed her I didn’t mind, and I took the time to really look at her. Up until this point, I’d barely regarded how she looked at all. I knew that she was a couple of years younger than me, and she did look it too. I looked fairly old for my age back then and I’m also very tall, which lead to a rather amusing situation a couple of years after this story where I was mistaken for my dad by some hospital staff, so Maya looked even younger compared to me.
Maya had some nice, long black hair. I wanted to brush it, but I didn’t have a hairbrush and I knew she wouldn’t enjoy it in her current state. After moving on from her fair, I noticed her eyes. Much like mine, they were blue, specifically hers were a lovely shade of turquoise. Mine are an interesting shade of greenish-blue that some people mistake for grey, and weirdly are probably the least blue in my family. (My family all have blue eyes. Even our cat used to have blue eyes.) I remember looking at Maya, almost enviously, wishing I had such beautiful eyes, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to. Maya’s face was pretty, and quite small. Her features were cute, and her smile was entrancing, not that she was smiling at the time, but I remembered it from earlier when she had just arrived. She wore a rather large pair of glasses, much like my own, that took up a significant amount of her face, but made her look really cute. The red glow from her cheeks really helped boost the cuteness factor.
I realised, after looking at her, that Maya really seemed quite nice; I felt something, an unusual warm feeling that came with a few butterflies. I don’t really understand what I felt, but it made me want to ask more about herself and less about her situation. However, I was distracted from this strange feeling by her continuing her story.
”A-after lesson 3, we had to go to lesson 4... I-I really had to go... but I went anyway as I d-didn’t have time to go between l-lessons... I sat down at my desk, with Karen next to me. Carol Anne had to sit at the b-back, and she seemed annoyed that she couldn’t see me. I k-kept catching her looking at m-me whenever the girl next to me on the other side of Karen moved out of th-the way. 10 m-minutes in I couldn’t take much more... sitting down in an uncomfortable ch-chair... it was nearly t-too much. It didn’t help that we were d-doing a lesson on th-the water cycle. I asked my teacher if I could go, and sh-she luckily said yes. If she’d said no, I don’t know if I-I would’ve made it...”
”If the teacher says you can’t go, then you should just walk out immediately. That’s the way I do things. If you can’t just walk out, you should do absolutely no work and give them no respect whatsoever.”
”I-I don’t think I-I could d-do that...”
”I think you could. You are a smart girl, and from the sounds of your story, a strong one too.”
”M-maybe...”
Maya stood up at this point and seemed to be even more desperate than ever. Getting up looked like it helped a little, but she was still squirming faster than ever, and she kept holding tighter at herself with her hands every few seconds as if she was having to actively stop herself leaking. We still had 15 minutes to go, and I didn’t think Maya could last that long.
”O-ooh... I-I might not make it... R-Rosalynne...” said Maya. It’s also probably worth mentioning that that’s my name, and I had told it to Maya earlier when she told me her name, even though I didn’t mention that exchange.
”You can, just keep holding. Stay strong.” I said, standing up next to her and smiling. I’m pretty awful at smiling, but I tried my hardest to do a trustworthy, reassuring smile, and it seemed to work. I can’t really do that anymore, as I suffered a rather serious case of Bell’s Palsy as a side effect of 3 other diseases hitting me at once, about a year after this story.
”A-ahh... I-I feel so full th-though... It’s like t-trying to hold back a w-waterfall...” said Maya, almost wincing at that last word.
”Try to focus on other things. Imagining waterfalls isn’t gonna help.”
”Y-you’re right... I-I need a distraction...”
”Alright then, what did you do on the weekend?”
”H-huh? Th-the weekend? I... I-I didn’t do much... but I did some w-work on the novel I-I’m writing...”
”Wait, you’re writing a novel!? That’s amazing!”
”I-I guess... I doubt it’ll be g-good though...”
”Nah, I’m sure it’ll be great.”
”O-okay. I’ll try to make it good!” said Maya, before asking:
”Sh-should I ask you a question n-now?”
”I don’t see why not. Ask away!”
”U-umm... i-is there anyone y-you... l-like? N-no... l-l-love?”
”L-love!?” I replied, surprised at this development. My cheeks went red, Maya, such a pure and innocent looking girl was asking me if there was anyone I loved! Now, I was fairly immature when it comes to relationships at this point. I knew all the science, anything you could learn from a book, but I had very little practise. This meant that I could give definitions and example of most relationship-related things, even include sex and all of that, but I had had almost no experience aside from my girlfriend during year 6. So a sudden question like this shocked me.
I tried to think of who to answer with, and was glad to see that Maya didn’t seem to be as uncomfortable, it looked like my idea was working to distract her. I was friends with a fair few people, a fairly even amount of girls and boys, but was only really close friends with two of them, and I didn’t feel like I really loved anyone.
”I-I don’t really know...” I told her.
Before she could reply, she suddenly exclaimed with discomfort and quickly started holding herself like she was earlier. I saw her, and realised that she really wasn’t going to make it until the line (still another girl waiting and one in the bathroom.) would be gone. Luckily, I still had a plan:
End of Chapter 6:
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So, I’m doing some writing durin ghe day, rather unusually. I got back from college about 2 hours ago, I had 2 mock exams; I forgot how much fun they are, and I’ve spent most of the time since I got home doing some restoration work on one of my 1970’s Radio Alarm Clocks. (this one actually features in my other story, as the one which woke me up 4 minutes late.) It’s not been in the best of condition since I liberated it from a pile of crap in my sister’s (previously mine, and before that a guest room.) room a few years ago, which is where it had sat since the late 1990’s when my mum and dad brought our house. I’ve never done much to repair it, just left it on a shelf, so I decided to put some proper time into cleaning it up and eventually preserving it for the future. People call me mad for doing stuff like this, but in the future this stuff is gonna be worthy of a spot in a museum, and they’ll understand then. Anyway, onto the story:
Chapter 7:
Thinking back to it, this plan of mine wasn’t the best, but I overlooked a big issue back then. My plan would be fine for just me, but I couldn’t just leave Maya to wet herself. Of course, most people I’d just leave behind, but I’d bonded with Maya a bit during this past 40~ minutes and I felt like we were friends now and I couldn’t leave my friend behind. Now, before I explain the plan I need to establish some context. My school had a whole section dedicated to the autistic people, and I was one of the only girls up there. But basically, I was allowed to go up there if I needed too, and unlike most others I rarely left my lessons to go up there, I did use it quite often during my free time between lessons as it was quiet and away from the crowded playground-like area where most people hung out. However, because I was allowed up there one of the things I got to do was leave lessons 10 minutes early and go up there instead. I didn’t do this, most other students with support would, but I didn’t because I felt like I didn’t need too, but I was still allowed too if I wanted to and on occasion (like this) I’d go up there. I’ll call this place “Zone” because that’s analogous to it’s actual name and I don’t want to use it’s actual name in case someone recognises it and someone works out who I really am, as it wouldn’t be the first time that had happened to me.
My plan was that if things got bad, I could always just leave and go and use the toilets up there, especially if I was within the last 10 minutes of the lesson. Maya being with me complicated things a bit, but I decided that if I could get her to come with me I could let her use the toilets up there as normal students are allowed up if they are friends with the autistic students with support, albeit only during break and lunch. I’m sure you can see the major flaw in my plan here; it wasn’t break or lunch, it was lesson 4. However, at the time I didn’t realise this and turned to Maya:
”Maya, are you going to make it like this?”
”I-I don’t th-think s-so... I-I can’t take m-much more of th-this...” replied Maya, looking worried and even more desperate.
”Okay. I have a plan. Follow me, alright?”
“I-I’ll try...” said Maya, and I began to walk towards the Zone. The Zone was in a seperate building to the main school, and we had to head outside to access it. As we stepped out into the shockingly cold British winter weather, possibly even in the negatives as I remember it would go that low fairly often that winter, I felt my own urge increase. The cold really exaggerated the fullness of my bladder and I couldn’t image how desperate Maya must feel out there with me.
Maya reached out her hand towards mine, and realising what she was doing grabbed into it with my own. As we walked on quietly, we weren’t really talking, but Maya continued to make desperate exclamations of discomfort as she squirmed, I realised that my heard was pounding like never before.
Eventually, the two of us reached the building. I walked up the staircase to the second floor, where the Zone actually was, and this was when I realised the flaw in my plan. I didn’t know how I was going to explain to the staff why I was leading a year 7 who was dancing like she needed the bathroom. However, I decided that we’d come this far and we may as well continue. I typed in a code into the door, which was locked and operated by a keypad. Only students allowed up here knew this code, but I was one of them. The door opened automatically, and I took Maya in.
Luckily for me, the Zone was completely empty. This was a rare occurrence, and this time had only happened because all of the staff were busy for whatever reason. Realising how perfect this was, I showed Maya the bathroom. Her face almost lit up with joy, and she put on the biggest smile I’d seen her do yet. But rather than run into the toilet and have a much needed break, she turned to me.
”Y-you... s-should g-go first...” said Maya, looking thankful.
”It’s fine, you go. You are about to explode on the floor, I could go at least another half an hour.”
”A-ahh... o-okay... o-ooh....”
Maya slowly moved towards the bathroom. I watched her legs press together after each step, and the way her body shook constantly. As much as I wanted to go myself, Maya clearly needed it more.
”I-I feel like I-I’m going to b-burst...” moaned Maya.
“It’s just a little further, you can do it.” I said to her.
Maya just barely made it into the bathroom in time, and after less than 10 seconds, which must’ve been barely enough time to pull her skirt and panties down I could hear the sound of her relieving herself. As much as I said I could keep holding, this was nearly too much for me and I started squirming myself. I’d been able to hold on by just fidgeting with crossed legs, but that wasn’t enough anymore. Shortly after, Maya finished and I ran in almost as soon as she was out.
”Thank you, Rosalynne, thank you so much!” said a very happy Maya to me once I had finished myself. She pulled me into a hug almost immediately, and I reciprocated this and put my arms around her, my heart racing.
”It’s okay. I couldn’t just leave you to burst like that.”
”I don’t know now to properly thank you...”
”You don’t need too, you’re completely welcome.”
”Are you sure, Rosalynne? If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask me, alright?”
”Alright, Maya.”
Me and Maya became friends after this, and spent quite a bit of time together. I remembered this story for the first year or so after it happened, but after a while I forgot some of it. Writing this out has made me remember more of it, but I still don’t remember everything. I’m fine with that though, as I’m sure this is a better story.
End of Chapter 7:
That ending might not be what you hoping for, but that’s basically how things ended. As we were friends, we have had other situations similar to this one, and I might end up posting some of them later. Anyway, that’s the end of this one, so I hope you enjoyed it!
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(This story takes place during Episode 2 Brave new world at the Junk yard after the dream and goes on till the boys dorm I will try to follow close to the actual game and no nudity will be used due to the age of Chloe Price, some things will be changed to adapt to the pee desperation I hope you guys enjoy.)
As I sleep in my eternal nightmare I'm woken up by some sort of knock on the pickup's window followed by a familiar voice..."Chloe..." It sounds like Rachel Amber, I open my eyes still feeling a little fuzzy as I realise the cigarette I'd been smoking was still lit...I also notice my bladder which feels a little fuller than I remember...how long was I out?
"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to fall asleep with a lit cigarette? You could start a fire."
Wow she's giving me a lecture on fires when she herself started the biggest forest fire Arcadia Bay has ever seen, I throw the cigarette onto the floor of the truck and stomp it out.
"So...are you going to invite me in, or what?"
I give myself a moment to think before replying.
"I love giving rides to strange drifters. Hop in.
Rachel winks at me and with her bag in hand throws it into the back of the truck, I hop across to open the passenger door feeling my pee slosh around inside me, I then get back into the driver's seat as Rachel hops in.
"Damn. You've been busy."
"It's nothing. Just some junk lying around."
Rachel looks around at my handiwork.
"A rainbow towel? A cool blue light? Holy shit, the all-seeing eye."
"Figured it can't hurt to have the Illuminati on our side for whenever the shit goes down."
"Always Thinking ahead."
She then notices the bobble head.
"Holy shit, look at the little Dude! Chloe, this is incredible. I...I can't believe you found us an escape vehicle already.
"That's the hope. But it doesn't exactly drive." I feel a little disappointed.
"You'll figure it out. And while you're at it, we're also gonna need some money. You know, to buy stuff."
"Uh-huh. Car and Money. Anything else you'd like?" I personally would like a restroom.
"Luckily, there's no rush."
"True. And no Blackwell."
"Holy shit. That Wells meeting. I'm so sorry."
We spend what feels like forty minutes playing doctor as we take turns discussing what's been going on in our lives, that's when she gets out her phone.
"Shit. Time for the play. As if my life didn't have enough drama." I personally feel terrible, because of me she got her role in The Tempest taken away from her and was given to Victoria "Little Miss Perfect" Chase. Ugh I'd give Wells a piece of my mind if I could.
"Good luck."
"You know you're never supposed to tell an actor good luck before a show? It's bad luck." I give her a confused look.
"Why is telling someone good luck bad luck?"
"You're supposed to say break a leg." I chuckle.
"That's dumb."
"Hey, I was thinking that after the show, maybe we could go do something. Just you and me. "
"Something criminal?"
"Criminally fun."
"I'm in." I watch her get out and begin to walking away without her bag.
"Wait. You forgot your bag." I cross my legs as I feel a small urge to pee hit me.
"It's for you. Just a little survival kit for your new life on the lam. Drive safe, Chloe." Rachel gives me the finger guns then closes the door and walks towards the academy. I take the bag from the truck and moments later I find some sort of shack within the junk yard, I move a sheet of metal out of the way and step inside.
"Hello, Junk shack." I place the bag on a wooden pallet and look around for a moment...this could make an awesome hideout. Now time to check out Rachel Amber's mystery bag. I open the duffle bag to find some clothes...I guess I'll need those.
After trying on the clothes I go for the black t shirt with what I think is a raven and a skull mashed together with a white undershirt, the cool winds don't help the situation with my bladder one bit as I had to stop putting on the tops just to hold myself for a moment...I then get a text from Frank....he's here, I make myself presentable and walk towards the RV, before I knock n the door the same woman Rachel and I saw walked out of the RV our eyes meet before she walks off....weird.
I knock on the door.
"Yo Frank! It's Chloe!" He doesn't respond and I really don't have time for this shit right now.
"I don't know the secret password, man. Is the password....drugs?" In a heartbeat he swings the door open....he looks pissed.
"Price! Get your ass in here." I climb aboard and it stinks of piss....that's fucking gross, I close the door and he speeds off adding some pressure to my now full bladder.
I'll skip the details here, basically he wants me to break into Drew North's room and steal a thousand bucks from him....a side objective for me is to get to a fucking restroom soon.
Frank drops me off just outside of the dorms and I gingerly get out. Right find a way inside and get to a restroom before I burst I'll write that on my hand.
As I round the corner I notice Samuel is very busy with the sprinklers, water is shooting into the air which seriously makes my need worse. He cuts the water and goes to try to sort the problem out while I sneak around him and find...fuck yes the keys to get into the boys dorm, I snag them and walk towards the door. No time like the present, then I hear footsteps and as I try to hide Skip opens the door.
"Chloe?" shit I've been found and I laugh nervously.
"Hey, Skip. How's it going?"
"Not that it isn't great to see you and all...but what are you doing here? Didn't you just get expelled?" Think Chloe think otherwise Miss bladder will do the talking for you.
"Relax. I'm just...visiting a friend."
"I....I really can't just let you go in.....In fact, I think I have to ask you to state your official business, or else vacate Blackwell property."
I hate to do this to Skip but I've got to get inside before my bladder explodes. Maybe if I make him really uncomfortable he'll feel guilty and let me pass?
"What's my official business?" As I'm about to sate my business a huge wave of desperation hits me and I grab my crotch and never let go.
"Women's business, Skip. As in, my uterus? I need to use the restroom. Glad you asked?" he gets a little flustered.
"What? No! No, it's my job to ask, Chloe.
"Your job is creepy then, which makes you kind of a creeper." he gets more flustered.
"It's not like that! Do you know what Wells would do to me if I didn't....you know.....patrol? Another wave hits me and I double over....it takes me a moment to stand up again.
"Is Wells pressuring you to write up more students up? I'm not even a student but sure, don't let that stop you." He gets even more flustered.
"I thought we were friends. Where is this coming from?"
"Friends don't violate other's civil liberties Skip, good one." He starts panicking a little.
"Look, look, look...I'm really sorry Chloe! I'm so confused right now." Time to go for a girl's favourite weapon...sorry Skip.
"You're......you're sorry? You just looked at my tits...You did! You stared right at them!" He thinks he's fucked and so looks up.
"Oh shit." Score I've won this.
"I....I don't know what to do!" Gasp shit!!! I just leaked fuck I can't hold it much longer.
"Seriously, My uterus is on fire dude, I'm going to piss myself right here!"
"Wh....What?"
"Is that......Uh.....descriptive enough? Shit another leak!
"I don't wanna know about...." I cut him off.
"En fuego utero Skip, en fuego utero!" At that moment Wells calls him on the radio...from what I can tell there's an unknown vehicle in the parking lot...good one Frank.
"Thank god." he says to himself.
"I'm on it." He looks at my briefly.
"I won't tell Wells! Do what you have to do okay? I won't tell ANYONE!" With that he darts off and I start to feel my jeans get a little wet...I don't have long....I find the right key and let myself in.
Fucking finally I'm in...now restroom.....fuck I leaked some more...I rush into the boy's room and GASP!!! Shhhhit no I was so close my bladder has given up and I am now currently pissing myself. my warm pee forces it's way out of my uterus and runs down the front my legs and into my shoes while forming a puddle on the floor, I can't help but moan quietly to myself...so much relief I can't believe I held it for this long.
As I finish peeing I envelop myself in relief for just a moment before the hells of reality slap me across the face with embarrassment, I feel my face burning up as I check the damage I made...shit it's bad REAL BAD....fuck I wish I brought a spare pare of jeans, I rub off any pee that lingers in my jeans before heading towards Drew's room thinking of the poor sap who has to clean up the mess I made. |
Well I watched some fantasy comedy anime and was inspired to write this, about three very unhappy clerics...
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This is a story of three girls in white, whose faith is put to the test under the direst of circumstances. They face a terrible trial and, well, how they prevail is to be seen...
Like so many stories of this kind, so many groups of close friends, there is a tall, plain one. A freckled one with glasses. And the delicate pretty one, with wavy hair and angelic features. There is Jennifer, tall, reserved and resigned to the fact she will never be as cute as her friends. Alisa, spectacled and nervous. And Lucy, who may as well be the embodiment of an angel. They wear white dresses heavy with golden braid, gloves and stockings and white berets. Sweet, angelic outfits for the ministering angels of the church. And at the same time wholly impractical in cold weather, showing every stain and mark.
They are novices of the great church of Myra, and tonight they must do something they have dreaded the thought of for days. An overnight vigil by candlelight in the great chapel...
The matter of what happens should bodily needs arise has not escaped their minds, and there is no answer save forbearance.
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Jennifer's Ordeal
The thought of six hours awake, mostly spent standing in a cold room lit only by candles was enough to make even the usually unflappable Jennifer complain. Not too loudly, not too extensively, but nevertheless she did not look forward to or appreciate the task.
It could not be evaded though. Were she to feign illness all that would happen was the date would be changed. And so when the other novices were heading to their beds or to their studies, Jennifer headed with her friends and dorm-mates to the great chapel. A more prudent girl would have, knowing what was to happen, made a quick stop beforehand to address a potential inconvenience. Alisa had. But Jennifer was not the sort of girl to think of such things until it was too late.
The sun had already set, for it was deep in winter. The chapel was suffused with a golden light from the dozens upon dozens of candles that offered inadequate heat for its size and cold marble floor. The vigil was easy, at least. Simply stand watch over the altar, offering prayers on the hour. The great candle burned down, marked in hours to make it easier.
Hour one passed. Jennifer offered up a short prayer in addition to those expected of her asking for good fortune in love. The others doubtless added their own personal requests to the great goddess Myra. And, as Jennifer stood up, cursing the awkward way her height had to be unfolded from kneeling on the altar-steps, she remembered she had forgotten to relieve herself before the vigil began.
Although the time for prayer was over, she begged Myra to let this oversight pass.
Myra is capricious. By hour three of the vigil, Jennifer was feeling a distinct and unwelcome pressure and, as is always the way, the more she tried to ignore it the more pressing it felt. The girls were supposed to remain silent and impassive under the gaze of divinity, but, as Jennifer looked miserably over the chapel, she could not help but notice Alisa beginning to tap her foot on the ground. Misery loved company that night. The minutes of the third hour dragged on, Jennifer feeling every one of them a weight on her aching bladder. She had too much pride to cross her legs or fidget, and there was no way she was going to do anything so uncouth and unreserved as to hold herself before Myra and the other girls. Alisa was faring less well, making her need well known to all in present. It was not helping Jennifer's composure. From the candle's progress she estimated it was around twenty minutes before she would have to kneel again. Twenty minutes to find a solution to her predicament, for it was like a constant ache that needed ever-more concentration to bear and the slightest lapse would send first a trickle and then the torrent over the marble floor.
Jennifer was a practical girl, who had been the minor daughter of a great household before taking the white robe of Myra's temple. Extended periods without relief came as part of the noble's duty, and Jennifer remembered something her sister had told her as she endured that night. A blanket, or even if circumstances were dire a napkin or handkerchief, could serve to avoid embarrassment. In only ten minutes Jennifer would be kneeling down, likely - if she engineered it properly - in a dark corner of the altar. She did not have a scarf or handkerchief. Her cape, part of her robes of office, was too obvious to remove and too obvious to use to absorb liquid. But her cap...
Walking with delicate steps, careful not to move too suddenly lest her restraint break, she made to kneel a little to the side of the others, shadowed by the candlesticks. She feigned clumsiness, stumbling as she knelt, her white beret falling to the ground. With a great show of trying to remain businesslike, and a superhuman effort not to let her waters spill yet, she took the beret, adjusted her dress and pushed it to the aggrieved place. As the others prayed, eyes closed, she offered thanks to Myra - and a quick apology for the desecration of her holy vestments as she sought long-needed relief. Regrettably, there was rather too much of a need for relief for one cap to contain, and in her panic she was forced to remove first one glove and then the other to make up for this. But eventually the flood ceased, and she was fairly sure her swift action had minimised the damage to her dress. It was hard to tell in the dimly lit chapel, but at least that gloom afforded a hiding-place for the ruined garments.
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Alisa's Ordeal
Alisa had none of Jennifer's stoicism. If her bladder was telling her it was full, she would show it immediately. And the cold floor and drafts of the chapel had given her a most pressing urge by the second hour of the vigil. She had tried shifting her weight, tried tapping her foot, tried crossing her legs. Her ever-more frantic efforts to stave off the deluge had played out to the other girls as a frenzied dance of devotion to Myra above. And, by the fourth hour of the vigil, she was running rapidly out of options save cramming a delicate gloved hand tightly between her legs and writhing on the spot knock-kneed.
She had thought for a while Jennifer had been in a similar predicament, showing imperceptible signs of discomfort on her sleepy face. But after the third prayer, Jennifer had stood back up capless and bare-armed, but otherwise in perfect composure. Alisa had seen her friend stumble on the steps and assumed the beret had disappeared under the altar, her gloves ruined in an attempt to save it. She wished, not knowing the truth, she had Jennifer's bladder control.
The time for prayer was past, but Alisa was still imploring Myra to give her strength. Just five more minutes. Then ten more. Then perhaps just, if it was not too much to ask of the divinity, another hour. But Myra cared not, and Alisa was all but bent double long before the candle was even halfway to the fifth hour-mark. It was probably best for the others' sanity that they were sworn to silence.
Losing control would spell disaster for Alisa's reputation among the novices. But her body was telling her, loudly and constantly, that there was no way she could hold her water for an hour and a half more. Indeed, as a fresh wave of desperation passed over her, she had her doubts about surviving the next five minutes with dry underclothes.
"Myra forgive me for this desecration of your holy sacraments..." Praying for forgiveness before you had sinned seemed the prudent thing to do. Unless...
The chapel floor where Alisa stood was a grate over the stairs down to the catacombs. She had, in her time, managed to relieve herself standing up, even sometimes while wearing a dress. It took some precision, but it could be done. Feeling for the cloth of her undergarments through the bunched material of the dress, she slipped them to one side, set her feet apart (the act of uncrossing her legs requiring one last heroic burst of resilience) and hoped that the imminent waterfall would not be so loud as to draw attention.
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Lucy's Ordeal
Lucy's face and composure did not show it but she, too, was in a state of desperation. She viewed it as a test from Myra, a test of faith and endurance. Only by spending the night in this constant suffering of fullness could her righteousness be shown.
She was not going to give in, not going to show weakness. The others must not - would not - ever know she had the bodily weaknesses they did. She was the angel of the church, and angels were above showing such things. She was sure Jennifer had done something some time ago, and that Jennifer would need to answer to Myra for it.
And then from Alisa's direction she heard something that made her freeze, made the act of enduring Myra's trial so much harder. The sound of water flowing against a metal grate. Outrage at the very idea of a novice of Myra urinating before the altar made her flush red, but any holy fury was curtailed first by her vow of silence for the vigil and secondly by the fact that the sound of running water was making it even harder to hold her own in. Her body screamed for relief, for even the blessed pressure of a gloved hand balling up fabric between her shoulder-width-apart legs.
"Myra, give me strength, your weak servant, to see this night through with purity intact. Forgive your profane servant Alisa her weakness. Forgive Jennifer her own deceptions. And grant-me-the-strength-not-to-wet-myself..."
Putting it so bluntly in her silent prayer did not help. There was but ninety minutes left.
Her air of divinity was sorely challenged. Her thoughts, so often purely of Myra's teaching, were now flooded - no, a bad word - overwhelmed by the need to relieve herself. She breathed deeply, trying to settle her mind. Alisa had finally finished.
"The Book of Myra, Chapter Eighteen. A Prayer for Strength. Myra, Lady of all Power, grant your serv-servant the strength to pe-pee-pee-peersevere through all trials and tri-trickle-TRIBULATIONS that they face. Let not storm no please not storms not rain not water STOP THINKING ABOUT WATER LUCY YOU AREN'T MAKING THIS EASIER. NO! Chapter Nineteen, a Prayer for no no no no no that's a prayer for the harvest for rain YOU THOUGHT ABOUT RAIN AGAIN LUCY you- Oh, Myra, save me."
Lucy felt the first drops of urine warm her underclothes. And her body, having felt relief, was not going to let anything stop that. The angel of the church felt dampness spread across her white dress, felt liquid trickling down her silk stockings and pooling in her shoes. The others noticed before long, noticed dark stains blossoming on her dress, noticed the spreading pool at her feet.
"Myra, Lady of all Power, please, wipe these images from the memories of these your servants. Please, let my shame this night be known only to you..." |
Some time ago, nearly two years in fact, I wrote a tale of desperation, starring Triss from The Witcher series. I had wanted to do a sequel, but between lack of ideas, and life, I never got round to it. Until now! I hope you very much enjoy this follow up! CC Welcome.
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As she materialised back in her own room, her eyes flashing and hair flowing with the telltale sign of her power, Ciri laughed aloud. She knew it was cruel, but she just loved to torment a bursting bladder, it was so funny! And maybe a little exciting…
She giggled again thinking of Triss and Yen’s conversation that she had listened to while holding the privvy door closed, before making a swift exit via telportation.
She had wanted to keep the game going, but it seemed Triss was at her limit, and besides, with Yen telling her about the jammed door it would have aroused to much suspicion if the door failed to open.
A shame there was nowhere to teleport to that was still in earshot of the privvy, Ciri mused as she straightened her white shirt and ran a hand through her ashen hair, it looked like Triss had built up a real gusher.
Ciri flopped down onto her bed, breasts threatening to spill out of her forever slightly unbuttoned shirt. She sighed contentedly, although she wished to get back out and cause more bladder distress, she knew she would have to play it safe so as not to draw too much attention.
As she got herself all comfortable, Ciri felt the familiar feeling of her bladder twinging, that first signal of needing relief, although she could have easily pulled herself up and found relief, she thought it not worth it for the trickle she contained.
She instead rolled onto her stomach, briefly enjoying the extra pressure this placed on her filling bladder, before rolling further onto her side, and curling up to sleep. Her last thoughts before drifting off were of Triss dancing in desperation, desperately trying to hold it in, and of the huge wee she would have unleashed.
Ciri dreamed.
But this was not a dream of something new, this was a memory, relived again like new.
It was years ago, and she had just failed a translation test set by Yennefer for what felt like the millionth time that day.
“What is the point!” Ciri shouted in frustration, slamming her quill down. She had finally been getting close, but had been distracted at a crucial moment and failed the translation again.
“The point, dearest, is that these are useful skills.” Replied Yennefer, keeping her cool, placing the quill back in the inkpot.
Ciri sighed, her temper calming, “Are they really though?”
“You know they are, ancient manuscripts hold powerful secrets, being able to translate them is therefore useful” Yen replied, touching Ciri’s face reassuringly, “What happened?”
Ciri smiled sadly, “I got distracted.”
“By what?” Yen asked calmly.
Ciri bit her lip, she knew, but found it too embarrassing to tell one of the most powerful sorceresses in the north, The Yennefer of Vengerberg, that she was distracted from her test because she realised her bladder was full.
“Nothing really.” She sighed.
“Come on what is it? Yen pressured.
Ciri shifted uncomfortably in her seat, partly from her nerves, partly from the increasing pressure in her bladder. “Honestly, nothing.” She replied, trying to change topics.
Yen frowned, “You can tell me, Ciri, are you hungry? Thirsty? I can go get you some water if you like?”
“No!” Ciri replied a little too quickly, “No really, I’m fine, just frustrated, and sad, I want to be able to do it, but I just can’t.”
“We have plenty of time, it’s understandable to be frustrated, but don’t be sad about it.” Smiled Yen, “Or else….” She added with a wink.
Ciri frowned, confused, “Or else what?”
Yen smiled wickedly, wiggling her fingers. “Or else an old friend will come out to play….”
Ciri wriggled in her seat again, feeling phantom tickles across her body, “I’m grown now! That won’t work any more!” She declared nervously, years ago, back when she first came to Kaer Morhen Castle, and was grumpy Yen had used to tickle her to cheer her up, but she had nearly wet her breeches several times, not that she would ever admit it. She liked to think she was past all that now, but with an already full bladder…..
Yen held her fingers to her ears, “What’s that? Ah the tickle monster says that’s what they all say….”
“No Yen really,” Ciri began, crossing her legs tightly as her bladder twitched nervously.
“Too late!” Cried Yen as she lunged forwards, fingers tickling into Ciri’s sides.
She tried not to laugh but it was hopeless, in seconds she was shrieking hysterically, and her bladder was spasming like a rapid heartbeat, trying desperately to push its liquid burden out.
“See you’re cheering up already! You’re laughing!” Said Yen, laughing herself.
“S-s-stop!” Stammered Ciri between laughs.
Yen eased her fingers for a second, “Why?”
“Because I...I have to go?” Ciri said, dancing around the subject, as she longed to dance in desperation.
“Go where?” Yen replied in genuine confusion.
“No, I have to….go.” Ciri said, as her legs crossed even tighter, doubling up entirely now to contain her waters.
Yen still looked confused and slowly began to increase her tickles once more.
“Yen! I need a wee!” Ciri said giggling.
“Yeah right! That’s what all the girls say to get away from the tickle monster!” Yen laughed, doubling her efforts.
Ciri’s legs were like a pretzel and she yearned to grab her crotch, anything to put more pressure on to stop the leaks she knew were coming.
“I really do! I’m bursting! I need to go! I need to pee!!” Ciri exclaimed panicked.
Yen rolled her eyes, “You always used to say that! Then you were sad the game ended!”
Ciri’s eyes widened, “I’m gonna leak! I can’t hold it!”
“Oh fine.” Said Yen stopping at last.
Ciri laughed once more as Yen’s fingers moved away, brushing her one last time, and that was it, her bladder could take no more and all of her desperation poured out into her pants.
Despite her horror at the situation, Ciri couldn’t help but sigh in relief, throwing her head back.
“Oh no!” Yen exclaimed, “Ciri I’m so sorry! I didn’t….”
Ciri looked down at herself, not sure what to say.
“I really didn’t mean to...” Said Yen sadly. “It can be our secret, no one needs to know. I can vanish the….evidence, and fetch you clean clothes.”
Ciri looked up, “It’s fine. I should have said sooner.”
“I really am sorry.” Yen said, rising, “I’ll get you something to change into.”
Ciri’s expression changed, “I just realised something. Well two somethings.” She smiled.
Yen tilted her head, “What’s that?”
“I just worked out the translation, it just clicked!” Ciri beamed.
“Oh that’s great, dearest! Well done! I guess you really were distracted!” Yen said, happily clapping her hands. “What else did you realise?”
Ciri smiled wickedly, “That I need to get you back now...”
Yen laughed confidently, “Oh I doubt very much you could! Now stay there, I’ll get your clothes.”
Ciri smiled, we’ll see, she thought, as she watched Yen leave.
And with the memory concluded, so to did Ciri’s nap.
She woke quickly, blinking to clear her eyes, thinking over her dreams, before it hit her.
She had to pee.
Desperately.
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And that's it for this chapter! I hope you liked it! I do have plans for another installment, but no solid time frame or ideas yet, any suggestions or ideas are welcome, but I can't promise I'll do them. |
So this is one of the times where I’ve deliberately attempted to hold it, and one of the few times where I’ve done it at school. This happened around a similar time as my other story, and while I remember this one fairly well I don’t remember all the details and I’m choosing to adapt this into a fanfiction for the extra creative freedom it offers. I also expect it’ll get read by more people if I put it in this forum, but that’s not the main reason. Anyway, I’m mainly posting this now instead of working on my other stories because I randomly remembered this earlier today when writing Ending 2 of my first fanfiction and don’t want to forget it again, and starting this will serve as a reminder.
Intro:
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The loud annoying sound of an alarm forced me to wake up. I jumped out of bed and ran over to my desk, pressing the button on one of my two 1970’s radio alarm clocks, and checked the time on my iPad.
”6:04. Typical. I guess it’s losing accuracy with age.” I said aloud, and a minute later my other 1970’s radio alarm clock burst into life, playing whatever station I’d tuned it into last night. I awknoledged that this alarm was even more innacurate, having gone off a whole 5 minutes late. I opened my wardrobe, took out my unform and placed it on my chair. I put on a pair of pajamas that I quite liked at the time, and headed downstairs, carrying my iPad and an empty mug of tea I forgot to take down the night before.
”I wish I’d managed to get that Teasmade off of my Nan before she chucked it.” I thought to myself, carrying the mug that I knew I’d have to manually make tea in. (To those who don’t know, the Teasmade was a device that would make you a cup of tea in the morning, that was once very common in Britain. I’ve been meaning to acquire one for quite a while, [since I was 5] but I don’t have one yet.)
I walked into the kitchen, and started preparing my breakfast. I also boiled the kettle and started my tea. About 8 minutes later, the tea was ready, and I drank that, started another one and returned to the breakfast. It’s worth mentioning at this point that this story comes from around 6 years ago, when I was 12 and was in Year 9 of my secondary school. I’ve gone into detail about this in my other irl-based story, but Year 9 was an important year of my school life as I turned around things massively after discovering my autism 2 years prior, and finally sorted things out properly and accepted it as part of me. It’s also worth mentioning that nothing really sexual or anything happens in this story, so no laws will be broken.
Anyway, about half an hour later my breakfast was ready, I took it and ate it in the dining room with my cup of tea. I drank this mug shortly after finishing my breakfast, and unusually began a third mug. Normally, I wouldn’t have drunk that mug I made earlier until my breakfast was ready, but I felt quite tired that morning and I needed it to wake me up. So, as a result I’d had to make 3 mugs this morning. I wasn’t too bothered by this, although my bladder didn’t really like it. Interestingly, as I’ve elaborated on in my other irl-based story, my morning routine didn’t include a bathroom break until after I set off for school, so I hadn’t been since last night. Strangely enough, even though now when I think of this routine I image how it would to hold it deliberately, but I’m pretty certain back then I only (or at least, I only consciously) did it because I wanted to go before school so I wouldn’t need to go during lessons as I explained in my other post. Now, I expect I subconsciously was enjoying it but didn’t remember this as I thought it was weird.
After finishing my third mug, I took it upstairs and placed it in my desk, got undressed, and had a shower. I really had to go in the shower, but on today especially I held it in and focused on washing. I had a plan today. Normally, at school I’d use the bathrooms once or sometimes twice. However, back in primary school I used to hold it all day. I knew the reason for this was because I drank a whole lot more now than back then, but nonetheless I thought it would be an interesting challenge to see how long I could go before I had to pee. Again, I expect that a big part of this was my fetish but at least consciously back then I was just considering it an idea to see how I could do. Of course, I expect subconsciously my fetish was influencing things.
After my shower, I brushed my teeth, and then did my hair. I have some lovely long golden brown hair, and I must say it looks very good. It was much shorter back then, but it still felt amazing to brush through it immediately after washing it. I put my panties back on, and I then headed back to my room, checking the time on my iPad.
”7:20. I have about half an hour before school.” I thought to myself, and wondered what to do. I considered playing on my Super Nintendo, but the SCART wasn’t plugged in and I didn’t want to have to plug it in as it was a difficult task due to the constraints of my setup. I also considered playing on my Mega Drive, it was plugged in, but the only game I could access without moving a bunch of stuff was my copy of Sonic the Hedgehog, but it lacked a save feature and I knew I’d need more than half an hour to beat. My PlayStation wasn’t plugged in either so I ignored that. After some thought, I just grabbed a VHS off the shelf, placed it into the VCR and turned on my television; watching that instead.
Now, you are probably wondering what on earth I’m writing: “VHSs, a Super Nintendo, a Mega Drive, and a Playstation, but at the same time you have an iPad? What year are you setting this in?” Well, actually I’m still setting this in 2012, 6 years ago. It just so happens that I have a collection of obsolete technology. Some people have described me as an eccentric collector for this, others consider me some kind of “Old-Technology Otaku”, but really I just have an appreciation for older technology and love trying to find out how it works and just generally enjoy it. My collection includes a number of old things, an old but high-quality Sony VCR, 2 Vinyl Record players, one of which works, a Super Nintendo, a SEGA Mega Drive, a Playstation 1 & 2, a ZX Spectrum, a massive amount of old VHSs ranging from late-70’s to mid-2000’s, a few cassettes and other tape formats like MiniDV, and the pride of my collection: an old CRT television. I use it for playing my old consoles and watching tapes, but I plan to upgrade it soon as it’s just an old shadow mask TV-VCR from 2000, and it’s getting very old. As such, unlike basically everyone else on the planet pulling a VHS off of a shelf and playing it is still a perfectly normal thing to do.
End of Intro
Chapter 1:
As the tape played I drank my third mug of tea and I started really wishing I hadn’t had that first mug of tea upon going downstairs. I was feeling quite uncomfortable by now but I didn’t want to go because I knew if I went now I wouldn’t be able to go before I left. I tried to take my mind off of things by focusing on the tape: an old recording of an old anime, I think it was actually Kanon (2006) rather amusingly, as I’ve been writing an omofic about that exact anime. I don’t remember exactly how I got a hold of this recording, as I don’t think it actually was from 2006. Instead, I think it was a test recording I’d done and kept because it worked perfectly. You might be wondering what on earth I was doing even back then watching a VHS when 1080p .mp4 files exist, and you’d be right that they are superior, but there’s just something magical about that feeling you get upon inserting the tape, plus the warm feeling you get from the rich colours of the CRT that glow from the phosphorescence and the slight flicker as the electrons are fired into the phosphors through the shadow mask create a lovely nostalgic experience. You’d be surprised how brilliant a tape can look when played through high-quality equipment.
Enough of my old technology, as the minutes ticked down until when I would leave for school and I could finally use the bathroom my need felt worse and worse. I started to fan my legs, putting my hand between them occasionally. I tried to distract myself, which helped a little. By 7:30, 20 more minutes until I could go, I was dancing in my seat, and within 5 more minutes my legs were crossed.
”Ugh... why did I drink so much...? I shouldn’t have had all that tea, and I’ve been holding onto all that juice since last night...” I said, putting a hand between my legs. I managed to endure it until 7:45, which left me with a mere 5 more minutes until I was going to get and finally relieve myself. I could feel my 3 comically-oversized mugs of tea pressing against me, making my bladder feel like an overfull balloon, and when I got up to rewind my tape and put it away I could feel it all sloshing inside me. Despite my growing desperation, even back then part of me wanted to cross my legs even tighter, and try to see how long I could possibly hold it in for, and nowadays I probably would, but back then, just before I had school I drowned out this part of me with thoughts of how much I wanted to go when it was time to leave. Getting up had helped, but I still felt desperate.
”I have to keep holding... just for another few minutes... come on... come on...! I feel like I’m going to explode...”
Luckily, just as I was about to spurt a bit my clock ticked over to 7:45 and I stopped squirming in front of my VHS shelf and ran out of my room towards the bathroom. In the doorway, feeling my bladder bulging painfully and the liquid within sloshing like water in an overfull bucket; about to overflow. I made it in, and stood by the door briefly. My mind was conflicted, do I hold on a bit longer and see how much more I can take, or do I sit down and finally empty it out? In the end I removed my panties and sat down, after a sudden urge caused me to nearly lose control of my bladder, and I felt it all come pouring out.
I then pulled back up my panties and walked back into my bedroom, and got dressed into my uniform. Feeling amazing after such relief, I grabbed my bag and set off for school, looking forward to seeing the results of my plan.
End of Chapter 1:
So I know a lot of that was just explanation about myself, but this is only the first chapter. The real story doesn’t get started until number 2, when I begin my challenge of holding it until I can get home. Hopefully you guys enjoyed that look into myself, and I hope you enjoy the rest of this when I post it, which will probably be after at least one of my other stories are completed.
Edited March 8, 2019 by RagingPython
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Sorry for not updating yesterday, I got distracted dismantling, repairing and rebuilding 2 of my 1970’s Alarm Clock Radios. I nearly forgot today as well as I dismantled my CRT television so I could try and correct the overscan, but luckily I finished that before now so I can do some writing today.
Chapter 3:
It was right as I left lesson 3 with my crush, Dantina, when I realised how bad things had gotten; I could still hold it but it was much less comfortable, and I had to fidget my legs around to handle the urge. It was harder to focus on the work when I eventually arrived in lesson 4, which was History. I normally love History, but I couldn’t take my mind off of my bladder very easily. I wanted to give in and just ask the teacher if I could go, the one I had was really good and would probably say yes, not that a ‘no’ would prevent me from leaving, but I stayed strong, knowing I could take it until at least lunch time was over.
By the end of lesson 4, I was fidgeting much harder and considered crossing my legs. I hurriedly left at the end, forgetting that no matter how fast I was I still wouldn’t be using the bathroom. I had to fill up my bottle of water again at lunch, and the sound of the water machine pouring liquid into my bottle made my bladder to ache and strain as the sound forced my mind to imagine flowing waterways and rivers.
I had hoped that I could just slip out of the canteen once I’d refilled my bottle and find somewhere nice and quiet to read a book while listening to my vintage 1980’s Portable Transistor Radio, hopefully giving me some time to relax and try to forget about the growing pressure within me, but I ran into Dantina as I tried to leave.
”Hi!” she said to me.
”H-hi!” I replied back, my voice slightly unsteady as the surprise of encountering my crush seemed to shake my bladder.
”Do you have any plans for lunch today?”
”N-no! N-nothing... I just wanted to r-read a book somewhere s-secluded.” I said, feeling my bladder settle and my heart start to race.
”Sounds like a nice idea. Do you mind if I join you?”
The idea of spending lunch with my crush was nearly too much for my bladder, and I felt it bulge as the exiting prospect distracted me.
”O-okay! If it’s just us, then I-I guess...”
”Good!” said Dantina, and she followed me. She looked kind of uncomfortable as we walked past the toilets, and she slowed down a little and looked towards them, but she then sped up again and followed me the rest of the way too a nice place I’d found in the corner of the courtyard area, far away from the places where people group up and loiter. I sat down on a bench, and Dantina followed me a moment later. I got out my radio and tuned it to Radio 2. Dantina was surprised to see such an old radio being used, and I shocked her even more when I revealed about my collection of 1970’s Radio Alarm Clocks. We then both got books out and read them together. I was reading Enid Blyton’s incredible book; The Secret Island, a childhood favourite of mine and Dantina was reading some romance novel I’ve forgotten the title of.
I almost forgot about the amount of liquid weighing down my bladder during this, as my mind was mostly focused on Dantina and the book I was reading. But, despite this I could feel the urge getting stronger and I was fidgeting throughout the 40-minute break. Interestingly though, I noticed Dantina started to fidget as well shortly after we sat down, and she moved later to sit in a position where her legs were bent around each other into a cross shape. Normally, I’d have completely missed this and if I did notice I would’ve pretended I hadn’t, but I’d recently discovered my fetish and was starting to understand it a bit more, and my own bulging bladder had me considerably more turned on than usual, so I noticed it and decided to ask her about it.
”Are y-you alright? D-do you need the b-bathroom?” I said, my voice shaking as a result of my situation and also my embarrassment over asking my crush such a question.
”Y-yes...” Dantina said meekly.
”I-I really wanted to g-go when I saw y-you... but I ignored the urge and h-held it in.” she continued.
”U-umm... do you w-want me to go with y-you?” I said, getting more and more into it by the second.
”Y-yeah... and the s-sooner the b-better... I don’t think I can h-hold it until I-I get home...”
”W-what filled you u-up so fast? I-It’s only been 2 and a quarter hours s-since you last w-went.”
”A-ahh... I had a c-cup of tea from the canteen b-before you met up with me.”
”Oh, th-that makes sense. D-do you th-think you c-can last u-until the last few m-minutes of l-lunch?” I said, focusing my willpower on a disconcerting lurch I felt within my bladder, reminding me that with this much liquid within me I might not make it that long myself.
”I-if I f-focus...”
”Alright then, th-that’s when we’ll g-go.”
The next 30 minutes passed slowly. The sloshing waters between my legs made it hard to focus, but Dantina’s desperation took my mind off of it despite this and I enjoyed the time anyway. After the time was up, I shut off my radio and squirmed my way onto my feet. I didn’t want Dantina to know about my situation, but she luckily didn’t notice my unusual movements as she was so focused on her own bladder and could barely stop herself dancing. I made note of the weakness of her bladder and we walked slowly down to the bathrooms.
End of Chapter 3:
That was a fun one to write! Not just one desperate girl, but two. It’s also interesting how I remember bits of this, like that, perfectly. Other bits I struggle more with. Anyway, read on next time to see what happens with Dantina and then later me.
I hope you enjoyed!
Edited March 13, 2019 by RagingPython
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Any comments would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!
The traffic on the way to school was bad, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, most students at Elmswood High School would be surprised if they weren’t stuck waiting for at least ten minutes before they could get their car in the parking lot. It had been a few weeks since the last time it had snowed, and it seemed like the winter weather was finally over. With the warmer weather also came the promise of the school year almost being over, something nearly every student wanted. Rachel was no different.
Rachel steered the wheel and maneuvered her car within the two white lines which represented her parking spot. She quickly checked her mirror before getting out of her car, admiring her brown hair which continued on past her shoulders. She got out her car, one foot at a time, and shut the door. As she grabbed her backpack from the back of her car, she quickly glanced at her phone and realized she had about five minutes to get from the parking lot to inside the school if she didn’t want to be marked tardy.
The walk to the school was a short one, and Rachel still had a minute to spare as she walked through the doors of her first block class, math. She smiled once she saw her friends all sitting in the corner, and she went over to join them. The class was filled with seniors, and all had very little care about what was going on as most of them had made their decisions about what they were going to do after high school. Their teacher though, Ms. Johnson, still had to her job, and most classes were filled with either notes or reviewing class work. The lessons always seemed to drag on for Rachel, and the only thing that kept her from falling asleep was her coffee she had bought before school and whispering to her friends whenever Ms. Johnson wasn’t looking.
As Rachel turned her page of notes over, she was disgusted to see there was a back side full of more numbers and operations. This meant at least another twenty minutes of boredom. She reached for her coffee and took a large swig. Although Rachel had drunk some on the way to school, the cup was nearly empty. After copying down another equation from the board, Rachel downed the rest of the coffee, and got up to throw the cup away.
Twenty more minutes passed and the notes were finally over. Ms. Johnson told the class they had the rest of the block to do whatever they wanted because she had to finish grading tests. Rachel immediately turned and talked with her friends. The main subject of their conversation was prom, as it was just a month away. The time seemed to fly by, as when the bell rang Rachel still had not put away her math binder into her backpack. She hurriedly jammed down the binder into her backpack and went on her way to her next class. As Rachel walked into English, she thought it was a little strange that there were only a few other people in the room. She quickly realized that she usually went to the bathroom between math and English, and would often come into class right before the bell rang. She decided that she might as well go to the bathroom because although her need to go wasn’t strong, she had nothing else to do for the time being. Right as her hand grabbed the door knob, Mr. Collins, her teacher, called out her name.
“Hey Rachel, can you come to my desk for a second?” Mr. Collins said.
Rachel instantly grew nervous. She had copied her homework from her friend last class, and she thought Mr. Collins was about to bust her. She slowly walked over to the desk, her mind racing to make up any type of feasible excuse.
Mr. Collins’s attention was on his computer in as Rachel sat down in the desk closest to him. “It says here that you aren’t registered for my class online. This quarter a lot more homework is going to be posted up here only, and I want to make sure everyone can access it,” he said, as Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. Her worries quickly evaporated as she pulled out her phone and signed up for the online class. The thought of going to the bathroom had completely escaped her mind as she got up and went back to her assigned seat. Her other friends were here by now, and she quickly started a conversation up with them.
“Okay class, lets get started. We only have a small set of notes then you guys can have some time to finish up your essays which are due tonight. Make sure to email me with the subject line being “Character Analysis Essay” or I might mistakenly trash your email,” Mr. Collins said, using hand gestures to emphasize what he was saying like he always did.
Once Mr. Collins had begun to write on the board, Rachel realized that she needed to pee. She shook her head, as she knew that there had been a chance to go just a few minutes ago. All she could do now was cross her legs and hope that Mr. Collins was not kidding when he said “small set of notes.” Rachel continued to cross and uncross her legs over the next twenty minutes, adjusting her skirt whenever needed. She could her urge to pee to slowly start to build up. Mr. Collins was a nice teacher, but he really did not like it when students asked to go the bathroom during notes, and Rachel wasn’t in the mood to piss him off. She decided her best bet would be to hold it, either until the notes finished or till the end of the block. Lunch was her next period, so she knew she would have time to go then.
Rachel slowly began to fidget around more, bouncing her legs now while they were crossed. Her focus slowly started to shift from notes to her bladder, until it was all she could think about. She tried to refrain from looking at the clock which was hung up on the wall, because it made the time seem to go by so much slower. After roughly half the class had gone by, Mr. Collins had reached the end of his notes.
Before he sat down, Mr. Collins repeated, “Remember, this essay is due tonight, if I were you guys, I would finish it in class so I don’t have to worry about it.”
As Rachel stood up to walk over to Mr. Collins desk, she was taken aback when she realized another girl was already there, and she had already asked to go to the bathroom. As the girl turned around, she realized it was Veronica. Veronica would always ask to go to the bathroom but really go hang out with her boyfriend in the hallways, and Mr. Collins wouldn’t let more than one person leave to go to the bathroom at once. Rachel made eye contact with Veronica, and Veronica just smiled.
“You better be faster next time, huh?” she said with a cheeky grin.
“Screw you, Veronica.” Rachel said, as she turned to sit back down. She really wished she had gone to the bathroom before class, because she really had to go pee now. There was no other option other than to suck it up and wait at this point. She pulled her laptop out of her bag and began typing up her essay.
She wasn’t able to get far before her friend, Kate, turned around and said, “Jeez, I have this essay to do plus that big history packet that’s due tomorrow too. This school year just needs to end.”
“Haha, yea,” Rachel responded. It was obvious she wasn’t focused on the conversation. She had her legs crossed tightly and was shaking her legs, trying to make sure no one would notice her. She didn’t want the whole class to know about her predicament.
“You okay, you seem a bit out of it?” Kate responded.
“I just really have to pee, but Veronica took the bathroom pass like she always does. God, I despise that girl.” Rachel uttered.
“Yea, I don’t think anyone likes her other than her weird boyfriend, I don’t know what he sees in her. Anyways we both have lunch after this, so you can just go then,” Kate friend said, trying to cheer her up.
Rachel went back to work on her essay. She wasn’t in the mood to talk and she thought writing her essay would be enough to take her mind of her bladder for the next couple minutes. The coffee had gone through her body, and her bladder was filling up.
As she was typing, she could feel the waves of desperation building in strength. All she could do was grimace and try to keep focused on her essay. The waistband of her skirt felt as if it was cutting into her bladder, making it much more uncomfortable to stay focused. She looked up to see if Veronica had decided to come back, but it was in vain. She cursed Veronica again under her breath. There was no longer a subtly as Rachel began to shake her legs more aggressively to match the burning sensation coming from her bladder. The time slowly ticked by.
“Rachel come on, class ends in three minutes,” Kate exclaimed, “You can go to the bathroom then!”
Rachel didn’t want someone to announce her need to the whole class, but it was too late now. Rachel stood up, but the pain from her bladder immediately felt much worse. She immediately crossed her legs and put her hand on her desk as she closed her eyes, focusing in on not peeing herself. Her other friends gave her a funny look.
“I need to pee so bad,” she said with a fake smile, trying to make humor out of her frantic situation. The whole class lined up by the door as the bell was about to ring. Rachel could not stand still at this point. She was bouncing from one leg to another. The whole class watched as Rachel moved and twisted her legs in every which way to keep the floor dry.
“Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee, oh my gosh, I’m about to pee my pants. Can this bell ring already!” Rachel desperately muttered. She was really considering using her hands to help her hold her pee in, but she wasn’t really comfortable doing that in front of the whole class.
The door then opened, and Veronica walked in. She looked at Rachel and laughed, although deep down she felt bad. If she knew that Rachel had to go this bad, she would have come back earlier.
Rachel immediately blushed after Veronica made fun of her, but she couldn’t stop moving fidgeting. Rachel’s hips were swaying back and forth, her tits bouncing up and down, her legs crossed as tight as she could, when finally, the bell rang.
Rachel did not wait a second to get out of the room and head straight to where she could relieve herself. Her English class giggled and pointed at her as she booked it out the doors. She moved as fast as she could while keeping her legs as close together as possible. As she walked past the cafeteria, she came to a realization. All of her food needed to be warmed up, and if she didn’t warm her food up now, the line to use the microwaves would get too long and she wouldn’t be able to eat her lunch at all. She stood at a crossroads, either go relieve her aching bladder at the cost of being stuck with a cold lunch, or hold it for just a little bit longer, but in turn be able to eat something. She made a compromise in her mind, if more than two people were in line, she would go pee, but if not, she would wait until she warmed her food up then go pee.
She slowly shuffled towards the cafeteria doors. From there she could already see that there was only one person waiting in line, and he had just put his food in the microwave. It was her lucky day. She awkwardly walked over behind the person and the moment she stopped walking she immediately crossed her legs. She was in front of a lot more people in the cafeteria, and was not trying to have the whole school realize that she was on the brink of wetting herself. She tried to pull out her phone and act like everything was normal, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. Her long legs could not stop moving, and no matter how calm she tried to act, everyone could tell what was going on. She clenched her legs together, biting her lip, just wishing that she could warm up her food. She knew at this point there was no reason to try to hide her desperation, it was too obvious. Rachel thought about using her hands to help hold herself, but she couldn’t at the moment because she was using both of them to hold her lunch. She pleaded for the person in front of her to hurry up.
“Pleassseee take your food out, I am about to pee my pants here,” Rachel begged.
“You know how long I’ll have to wait if I take my food out now,” the boy responded. Rachel ducked and bobbed up and down, frantically bouncing on the spot and trying to cross her legs in a way which would alleviate some pain. It felt like the person in front of her had been there forever, when it had only really been a couple of minutes.
BEEEEP. The microwave was done. The noise startled her, and she almost leaked right there. The person took out their lunch, and Rachel quickly stepped up and nearly threw her lunch in the microwave. She selected one minute and thirty seconds, that would be enough to adequately warm her lunch up. The moment she finished using her hands to set up the microwave, they shot down to her pee hole. She didn’t care if she looked like a little kid at this point, she just wanted to make sure she didn’t pee her pants. Her hands were dug deep into her crotch. Her pee dance made her look like she was crazy by this point. Tears started to well up in her eyes as the pain was becoming unbearable. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold it. She could feel the pee trying to escape her body, and she was doing everything she could to hold it back. Her legs were tired at this point, but she had no choice but to keep them clenched together. Her eyes were glued to the time on the microwave as the seconds slowly ticked down. She kept on dancing, jumping on the spot, bobbing up and down. The microwave was almost done, just fifteen more seconds. BEEEP. It was done. Rachel wasn’t sure she could remove her hands without peeing herself.
“Ok, can you hurry up, I’m trying to eat lunch today,” some tall boy said behind her. She couldn’t even respond, all she could worry about right now was her bladder. As she removed one hand to grab her lunch out of the microwave, she leaked but was able to clamp it off quickly. Her other hand was still buried in her crotch. She had her lunch in one hand, and it was resting on her chest. She could not afford to use both hands to hold her lunch. She slowly shuffled to where her friends were sitting, when all of a sudden, her best friend, Samantha saw her.
“Rachel oh my god, go to the bathroom you look like you’re going to pee any second!” her best friend Samantha said, “I’ll take your lunch, you get to the bathroom!”
She couldn’t even thank Samantha, she made a half smile and a nod, and quickly tuned in the direction of the girl’s bathroom. With both hands on her crotch, and her slow shuffle, it felt like it would take forever for her to reach the bathroom. Anyone in the cafeteria who wanted to see a girl on the verge of peeing herself could simply look over to Rachel.
She was praying that there would not be a line at the bathroom too. She had gotten out of the cafeteria, and it was much quieter now. Every step she took, she could feel more pee leaking out into her panties. The door to the bathroom was just ahead, just a quick walk over.
She finally made it to the bathroom. Again, she was lucky as there was a stall open for her. She removed a hand from her crotch to quickly open the door and make her way into the stall. Being right next to the toilet almost made her lose it immediately, but she got it together. Taking her skirt and panties off were going to be near impossible.
She suddenly heard the door open. “Rachel, are you ok, its Samantha.”
Rachel quickly responded, “Can you help me please?” She could hear Samantha right out of the stall, and was wondering why she was waiting to come in.
“Can I come in,” Samantha asked tentatively. She knew Rachel better than anyone, but still she didn’t want to breach her privacy in the bathroom.
“Please Samantha, get in here!” Rachel frantically said. Samantha walked in to see Rachel nearly peeing herself on the spot. There was already some pee on the floor from Rachel leaking.
“Can you pull my skirt down, I can’t. Please do it as fast as you can.” Rachel pleaded.
“Okay, you’re gonna have to uncross your legs, I can’t do anything with them crossed.”
“I can’t, I’ll pee myself right here,” Rachel said, her voice full of pain.
“Umm, how about this, just pull your skirt up and pee?” Samantha said, trying to find a solution for her friend. Samantha did not have to tell Rachel twice, as she her hands flew from her crotch to lift her skirt up, and she threw herself down on the toilet.
Samantha awkwardly walked back out of the stall, happy her friend had avoided completely pissing herself. She waited outside the stall and listened to her friend pee for nearly two minutes.
The relief Rachel felt wasn’t comparable to anything she had felt in her life. This was the worst she had ever had to go. She decided that she would never skip going to the bathroom again. She got out of the stall and smiled at Samantha.
“Thanks, I don’t know what I would do without you,” she said with a smile. She washed her hands with soap, and her and Samantha walked back to the cafeteria together.
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A/N: A probably three-part commission, in which our two protagonists get into increasingly more cartoonish desperation scenarios. Suspend your disbelief and strap in for a wild ride, because it only gets more extreme!
Lily has a bit of extra weight on her, but it distributes in a way that accentuates her natural curves, and all in all, she is a very attractive girl, with rich brown hair. One morning, dressed in the black shorts and pink top that she always sleeps in, she wakes up with her boyfriend, whom she had spent the previous night with. As she slowly rises, she gives him a good morning kiss, but then she feels a sharp pang from her lower stomach.
It is first thing in the morning, so of course, she really has to pee. She feels so full that she feels like she might pop, and she is quick to try and get out of bed to take care of that. However, her kiss woke up her boyfriend, and he reaches to pull her back down, giving her a much longer kiss, oblivious to how desperate she is. She wants to tell him to let her go so that she can go to the bathroom, but she’s a little shy about admitting something like that to him, so she makes something else up.
“I’m going to the kitchen to make breakfast, alright?” she asks. “Can you let me up?”
“Sure thing,” he says, “you’re an angel.”
She stands up, the pressure in her bladder hitting her even harder, and then he says, “Make sure to make pour the coffee and make some orange juice, make sure you squeeze all the drops out of the pulp.”
Visualizing everything he says against her well, she squeezes her thighs together, the overwhelming throbbing in her bladder growing worse at the vivid imagery. She can’t remember needing to go this badly, and wishes that she hadn’t drank anything before she went to bed the night before, not that that does any good now.
Knowing that she needs to hurry, she heads for the kitchen, but stops at the bathroom on the way, each step like torture on her very full bladder. She is afraid of how full she is now, wondering if she will even make it, but the thought of wetting herself where her boyfriend and his roommates can see her is horrifying. No matter what, she has to avoid that, so she struggles to the bathroom, only to find that the door is closed.
She jams her hands between her legs, holding herself while she squirms and bounces up and down in place. She’s not sure if she’s going to make it upstairs, that is how bad it has gotten for her, and so she knocks on the door, saying, “Is there anyone in here?”
“Hold on a minute,” says the man inside, one of her boyfriend’s roommates.
She is absolutely shaking with her need now, sweat pooling on her forehead, the terror of having an accident only increasing her nerves. If she doesn’t make it...she bites her lip hard, trying to keep her composure when it’s already so close to being too late for her.
While she stands there, waiting her turn and regretting her decision to drink so much and not pee before bed, she sees some of the others in the house, beginning their daily routines. While one guy waters the plants, another fills his mug full of coffee, and the sights and sounds do nothing to help her desperation. She is going to lose it any minute now, and she has to do something before she humiliates herself in front of everyone.
She knocks again, and the one inside, Pat, says, “I’m busy flushing stuff!”
Not knowing what he means, but assuming that must indicate he’s almost done, she throws open the door. Pat is, at least, not exposed in any way in there; he is a tall and muscular young man, but with a more lean sort of build, and blonde hair. He is clad in black shorts and a red shirt and, as he said, he is quite literally flushing things. He’s flushing random objects, something that she’s sure is going to severely damage the plumbing and something that she can’t even begin to wrap her head around.
In her desperate state, seeing someone misuse the toilet like this is absolute torture. She can’t even conceal her desperation, holding herself in front of him and feeling close to exploding as she begs, “Please, just let me use the toilet and then you can get back to that!” At this point, she would do just about anything.
“I told you I was busy,” he replies, and she whines.
“It’ll just take a second! Can’t you see I’m about to burst?!”
“Yeah, but can’t you see I’m busy?”
She can’t believe that he would even argue with her over this, but every second that she wastes arguing with him is more time pushing her closer to the inevitable. By this point, she probably could have made it upstairs, and she is just wasting her time. She knows she’s about to lose, so she just hurries to go upstairs, praying that she can make it in time and avoid humiliating herself. But, as she is running upstairs, the way she leans forward with the weight of her bladder causes her to fall, and she feels a spurt escape her.
While she is focused on trying to regain control, another roommate, Adam, passes by and picks her up, saying, “Perfect timing, Lily! I need help with my dancing practice!” Ignoring her protests, he pulls her close to himself for his impromptu practice, and can feel the hard bulge of her bladder pushing into him, something that he is surprised to find that he likes.
She fights to get out of his grip, and when he dips her, she is able to, just barely holding on at this point. Her bladder is at a critical level, and she cannot afford to waste anymore time. Every step is like torture, but she struggles to the bathroom, closer and closer, until she is throwing open the door, not even thinking to close it behind her, she is in such a rush.
She is only a couple feet away from the toilet when it happens, when her bladder finally reaches its limit, feeling as though it explodes with the force of liquid exiting her. What could have just been another leak is a powerful spurt that turns into a strong stream, soaking through her panties, and then her shorts, before streaking down her legs and forming a puddle at her feet, the loud hiss unmistakable.
She is overcome with horror as she realizes what is happening, but no matter how hard she tries, she can’t get it to stop. Lily has never been so ashamed in her life, knowing that not only did she not make it, but that she was so close to still end up in such a situation. Just when she thinks that it cannot get any worse, her boyfriend and the others pass by in that moment, and witness the majority of her accident.
“Seriously, Lily?” he asks, a look of utter disgust on his face. “That’s so gross, why would you do that here?” Before she can explain herself, he says, “We’re done, it’s over.”
“But I-” But he doesn’t give her a chance to say anything, and instead pulls out his phone and begins taking pictures, making it clear that he intends to show everyone what happened to her, before leaving her alone to deal with her humiliation.
She falls to her knees in her own puddle, sobbing. |
A/N: The cartoonish shenanigans continue in this update. After this is all done, there's going to be a google doc "Final Cut" with edits the commissioner wanted. The first part has already been plumped up a bit, so that's at least one thing that will be different once all the installments are here.
Meanwhile, Pat, who missed the whole ordeal, is still fascinated by flushing things. The toilet begins to overflow, and he watches in wonder, thinking that it kind of resembles a waterfall, but then, he feels a twitch in his bladder, and realizes that he’s been so focused he did not notice his own need.
What starts as one small twinge starts to grow, and grow, from a twinge to a pang to a throb, until it is a steady ache in his bladder that tells him he has let himself get too full during this time. At first, he tries to ignore it as it grows, pushing away each twitch that he feels as he watches the result of his flushing experiment.
But then his first pang interrupts him, and he starts to think that maybe it’s time to fix the damage he’s done to the toilet so that he can use it before this gets too bad. However he doesn’t really know much about fixing toilets and the damage he has done is pretty severe. Scratching his head while he tries to think of a solution, his attention is suddenly stolen by another sharp pang. This one doesn’t settle or fade, however, and turns into more of a consistent pulse, alerting him to how full his bladder is and how long he put off relieving himself just to play around with the flushing experiment.
Things only get worse from there, and he forgets all attempts to figure out the toilet as his attention is entirely stolen by his full bladder. As his bladder begins to spasm, he realizes that he is not going to last much longer, and this toilet is out of commission for the time being, which means he will have to do something else. Grabbing himself and crossing his legs for a moment to stabilize, he steadies his breathing and clenches his muscles to make sure that he is going to be alright for now. He then turns to make his way upstairs, as quickly as possible without doing too much to jostle his bladder.
However, Lily is showering in that bathroom, crying over her humiliation and getting broken up with. It’s already the worst day of her life, despite it still being the morning, and when she hears Pat knock and beg her to open the door, she just tells him to wait. He is one of the last people she wants to hear from right now.
“Please, I’m about to bust a gut,” he whines, squirming outside the door. If she could see him now, she would see him in the same sort of position she had been in earlier, and certainly wouldn’t pity him for that.
“I’m showering, so you have to wait.” Her words are sharp and cruel, and the sound of water from the shower is too much for him to listen to in his current state, making him feel even closer to losing control.
He returns downstairs, dancing in place to try to keep himself under control, and he tries to come up with something to do about this. He thinks maybe he can calm himself down, but when he sees the sink dripping, he is almost overcome by a particular strong spasm, and when he tries looking out the window to distract himself, he sees a sprinkler, and that is even worse for him.
Pat runs outside, thinking to maybe turn the sprinkler off, but when he tries to turn it, it’s stuck, and while he is trying, a neighbor’s dog pees on a hydrant, as if to mock him. Being so close to the sprinkler was already bad enough, but this is just too much for him. Knowing that he is about to explode, he runs to the house next door, praying that they will have mercy on him.
However, the neighbor, who happens to also be Adam’s dance instructor, is cruel enough to say, “Sorry, but it’s for paying customers only. Maybe if you pay for your own dance lesson…”
Not wanting to pay, but also not wanting to wet himself, Paul, who is scrunched up and bouncing in place, scrounges up the money and is told to find the key to the bathroom in the garage. He supposes they keep it locked up to keep non-paying customers from getting in, but he still thinks that entire concept is a little bizarre. Still, he is just glad to have the chance to relieve himself at last.
His relief is short lived however; the key is attached to a cinder block, and no matter how he pulls, he is unable to get the key free. He struggles and strains, springing a leak or two in his effort to get the key loose, but it is stuck, and he isn’t able to lift the block in his current state either. This goes on for a few minutes before his neighbor joins him, saying, “Alright, time to get on with your dance lesson.”
Though he protests, he is made to join them in dancing, and the jostling is nearly enough to cause him to lose control. In fact, when he is dipped at the end, he feels a small leak, and he knows he can’t waste anymore time here. He is in so much pain, and he decides that he might be able to fix the toilet at home before he could make it anywhere else, and that he might have been better off to have tried doing that from the start.
He can’t move at too fast of a pace now, but he returns home as quickly as he is able to so that he can try to plunge the toilet, which he hopes will be enough to fix it.
While he works on this, Lily is finishing up her very long shower. She’s so sad about the events of the day, and she has taken her time with things, just to be away from the world for a little while. The hot water is scalding on her soapy body, and she rubs herself with soap from top to bottom, as if she could cleanse herself of the memory and her humiliation in some way.
But there is nothing she can do with that, and lathering herself does nothing other than clean her skin until she is raw. She takes her time even with rinsing the soap from her body, the water washing away what is left of her tears as well. Finally, she gets out of the shower and begins to towel herself off, and wraps herself in the towel to go get some fresh clothes.
Meanwhile, Pat continues to try to figure out the ins and outs of the toilet downstairs, plunging as if his life depends on it with one hand, while holding himself with his other hand, squirming and dancing in front of the toilet. The house is beginning to flood, and when he tries to plunge, the toilet sprays water at him in response. He whines, tightening his grip on himself to keep from having anymore lapses in control, but it doesn’t look like he’s getting anywhere with this.
But he knows that he has to hurry, because he is really about to burst now, and no amount of grabbing himself or crossing his legs or dancing is going to be able to prevent that once he finally reaches his limit, and he will do anything to keep that from happening.
Upstairs, after Lily has dressed in a silver top and black shorts, she flushes the toilet, and, unbeknownst to her, the damaged plumbing in the house leads to this causing a drip in the ceiling above Pat. He whimpers in despair, the flooding situation only growing worse by the moment.
Lily thinks for a moment, then decides that maybe a little payback on everyone might be a good idea. It would be funny if she just took the toilet, so she takes the upstairs toilet with her when she heads downstairs, only to find the horrible state of flooding that the house is in. Pat is floating in a makeshift boat, and when the boat hits her, she tips off the stairs and falls into it.
“What have you done?!” she screams, not quite believing what she’s seeing.
Squirming and grabbing himself for her to see, he says, “This is all your fault!”
“How is it my fault? You’re the one who broke the toilet and wouldn’t let anyone else use it!” she replies. It is then that he notices the upstairs toilet, and he reaches for it. “No way! Not after what you’ve pulled! You need to fix the mess you made!”
“No, please, I just need to see it for one second!” he begs.
“Absolutely not! Before you can pee, you have to fix the spraying toilet that you broke!” she demands, and she will not let him argue any further. However, Pat is in very bad shape, which she can tell by the why his legs are tightly crossed and how badly he is shaking. He keeps his fists tightly clenched at his sides, and she knows that he will not be much good for fixing the toilet in this condition.
She decides to have a little bit of mercy on him, and though she will still make him wait until it’s fixed, she decides to help him fix it. He follows her as she dives down to try to work on it, but his impatience only grows, his urge so bad now that there is absolutely no hope left for him. Lily struggles to work on the toilet while he squirms and squirms, until he bumps into her, which causes her to accidentally flush the toilet, and drag all the water into the swollen pipes, expanded beyond their normal capacity.
And with it, it takes Lily and Pat as well. |
A/N: The final chapter is here! As promised, here is the final cut google doc, with some changes made to earlier chapters to add further detail. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1T59e4_KGIkyHoghm4s6MmJvMJAHly5QpAUvN9d_t4Kk/edit?usp=sharing
She is left alone in the interrogation room for some time, and in the absolute silence, she can’t help but her it; a leaking pipe. The steady dripping of the water is just annoying at first, and impossible to shut out, but then, it becomes something else. She is handcuffed to the table, unable to move, and for the first time since she got here, she realizes that she is starting to need to pee again.
She squirms in the seat, hyper aware of how her bladder begins to slowly fill, already filled with a sense of dread. After wetting herself this morning, all she can think about is how she wants to get to a bathroom as quickly as possible, but she won’t have that option until her interrogators come in, and even then, she can’t be sure that they will show mercy on her, but she hopes that they will have some decency.
However, when they enter the room, all that one of the men says is, “If you want to go ahead and confess now, that would make things easier for us.”
“But I didn’t do it!” she protests.
“Then you’re just gonna have to wait for your lawyer to get here,” he replies. “Maybe he can make everything all better for you, but I doubt it, with all the witnesses that we have.”
“I really, really didn’t,” she insists, but she knows it’s no good right now. She really does need to wait for her lawyer. However, as she squirms again, she remembers that there’s something she would rather not wait on. Her bladder is growing so full that she can feel it pulsing and pounding more and more with each passing second, and with no idea when her lawyer is coming, she does not think she should try to wait until the end of the interrogation.
“Please,” she says, her face turning red with embarrassment as she admits her problem, “can I please have a break before we start? I-I have to go to the bathroom, and-”
“You’re not leaving this room until we figure something out. Why don’t you just do the right thing and confess?”
“Because I didn’t do it! There’s nothing to confess to! I’m innocent, so please! Just let me go to the bathroom, and then we can wait for my lawyer!”
“You really think you can get out of this just by saying you didn’t do it?” the cop asks her, shaking his head. “No way. We know that you did it, so there’s no point in lying. No one could prove your innocence, and waiting around isn’t doing any of us any good. Either you can do things the easy way, or we can do this the hard way and wait for your lawyer but either way, we know you did it.”
“If I did it, then why would I already have to go again?!” she demands, shaking with her need, her swollen bladder continuing to protest.
“Drank too much of the pond water you ruined, maybe?” he replies, and she feels herself tearing up, realizing how hopeless this must be for her. “You were splashing around in there for a while, according to witnesses, so that definitely makes sense to me.”
“Serves you right, swallowing that gross water,” another cop says, giving her a look of disgust.
“She’s disgusting, isn’t she?”
“Nobody is listening to me!” she nearly screams, growing hysterical. She has to pee so bad now that she cannot stop trembling, and the dripping of the pipe seems so loud to her even though she knows she should be able to block it out, with other conversation going on around her. She can’t block it out, though, no matter how hard she tries, and she does not think that her lawyer is going to get here in time.
“I didn’t do it,” she protests again weakly, but she knows they will not believe her, nor will they take pity on her to give her a bathroom break. If her only option is to confess, then that is what she is going to have to do, to give relief to her throbbing bladder. After dealing with the ache of desperation once already today, she is weak now, and she wants to give in more than anything.
Knowing all of this, and knowing how this may ruin her if she does, she says it. “O-okay, I confess! I confess! There, are you happy? I confess, so can I please go to the bathroom now?”
“Did you hear that?” one of the cops says in glee. “She confessed! We finally got her to crack!”
With that, they all break out into cheers, congratulating one another and celebrating their success. They are so elated to have gotten Lily to confess, in fact, that they are too preoccupied with that to listen to her, or pay attention to her pleas to be allowed the bathroom break she had been promised.
“Please? Can I please go to the bathroom?” she begs. “I have to pee, please!” But it’s no use; they won’t listen. Her lawyer arrives soon, but too late, and he is told that he will see her again in court.
Lily, while squirming and struggling against her bladder, is cuffed and taken to her cell, still denied her bathroom break.
~X~
Two weeks later, when Lily, dressed in a prison jumpsuit, is brought into her trial, she is shaking so much that she can barely stand. The toilet in her cell was out of order, and no matter how much she begged, she was not allowed to transfer to another cell. She aches with her need, and all she can do is pray that her trial is over soon, that her lawyer can prove her innocent, so that this whole ordeal can be over with, and she can go to bathroom at last.
But she isn’t so sure about her chances in this trial, when she feels the eyes of the jury on her. She recognizes some faces in the crowd from the crowd at the pond, and she knows that they have a bias against her. She clenches her fists at her side, trembling and squeezing her thighs tightly together. Blinking back tears, she waits to be called forward.
Biting her lip, Lily fights against another potential leak, something that she’s been fighting for so long that she finds it hard to believe that she has been able to stop herself from wetting herself this whole time. She is so nervous and terrified of losing control in front of all these people. She can only imagine how terrible it would look for her to soak the floor of the courtroom while trying to prove that she was not the one to do the same thing to the town pond.
She can barely pay attention to the proceedings, until she is asked outright, “How do you plea?”
“I...N…” She squirms, jamming her hands between her legs even though everyone is looking at her. She can’t wait herself here, not now, not when the trial is about to really get under way. She has to focus, she has to speak up and tell them the truth, she has to overcome this situation, and the first step is to say it.
“N...nng….nah- nah...g-guilty!” she strains, almost losing control in the middle of her sentence, and just barely manages to stop her bladder from emptying. For a moment, she thinks she is triumphant; after all, she manages to stop a leak and get her statement out, all in one go. But then, the horror of what has actually happened comes crashing down on her.
“She pleads guilty,” the judge announces, “and has confessed to the crime during interrogation. I see no reason to continue.”
“No!” she screams, realizing that they’ve misheard her due to her stammering. The murmur of the courtroom becomes almost deafening to her as she tries to be heard over it. “No, that’s not what I meant! I didn’t say that, I said-”
“So, without further ado-”
“I said I wasn’t guilty! I’m not guilt!” she screams. “I didn’t do it, I didn’t-”
“-with the severity of the crime, I have no choice but to-”
“It wasn’t me, please, you have to listen! Believe me, I can prove it! I didn’t do it! Give me a chance to-”
“-sentence you to thirty years in prison, no toilets-”
“No, no, no, no, no! Please, give me a chance, give me a trial, I promise! I can prove I didn’t do it!”
“-and if you ever wet yourself or pee anywhere other than a toilet-”
“It wasn’t me! Why does no one listen to me? Why does no one believe me?” Lily is sobbing now, in disbelief and despair. After everything that’s happened, it’s really come to this?
“-then we will raise your sentence to a life sentence.”
“Noooooo!” she wails. “It isn’t fair, that isn’t fair, please, stop, just let me-”
But then, before she can even finish begging for her freedom, without paying any attention to anything that she’s said, without even doing anything to indicate that he’s heard her, the judge slams his gavel down. It’s over for Lily, it’s all over, and there’s nothing she can do now to change the outcome of the trial, the result of several incidents on one horrible, unlucky day.
She is sobbing and begging for mercy even as she is drug out of the courtroom, and her bladder throbs harder and harder, making it known to her that it won’t be long before she loses the battle. It seems that no matter how hard she fights, she won’t be able to stop herself from losing control- after all, she can’t hold it for thirty years- which means that her fate has already been sealed. |
Hey guys,
So this is part 2 of a series of stories I’ve been working on, and I gave absolutely zero exposition on my last post. The premise is somewhat self explanatory, but I neglected to mention a few things. It’s a series of “what if” scenarios that I wanted to flesh out into full on erotic narratives. They’re either loosely or heavily based on real experiences I’ve had. You’ll know which was which I think!
But it’s also loosely based on my personal journey of accepting my desires, and being comfortable sharing them. There’s this juxtaposition of fantasy vs reality that I wanted to explore, and I would love to hear what you guys think!
If you’d like to check out the first story, the link is right here:
I broke “Part 2” into multiple posts, to make it more readable!
WARNING: “Part 2” is mainly messing oriented. I’ll mark the area where the messing begins. If it’s not your cup of tea, skip to the end 🙂 there will be some pee desperation in the next post!
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I blinked. Twice. Three times. What the hell am I looking at? I squint closer, analyzing the various graphs and formulas dotting my paper. A review of a few word problems confirmed my suspicions: I was in economics class.
That’s right, I remember now. Economics class; that one class I constantly came late to, and consistently missed altogether. I should really learn to care more, because it’s all adding up. The semester was halfway over, and I think I missed the midterm entirely.
I check my phone for the date. Yup, I missed my fucking midterm. Dammit. Fucking dammit. Apparently it had happened two days ago, the last time the class met. Shit. I was going to need a good ass excuse if I was planning on any attempt to redeem myself.
The muffled speech slowly became coherent as the professor prepared to dismiss the class. I looked around, thankfully surrounded by people seemingly just as disinterested as me, and even more eager to leave, more than a few other students seemingly restless in their seats.... Everyone seemed to be staring at the clock as time slowly crawled by.
The droning lecture on microeconomics, soon enough, had finally come to a close. Being at the back of the class, I had little ability to compete with the students at the front of the class for Professor Cormacks Q/A time.
Naturally, I took the opportunity to get some fresh air in the halls outside. Or rather, fidget idly on my phone without feeling judged by the person behind me.
I became distinctly aware of a clicking sound echoing through the hall, growing in volume as it got closer.
*click, clack, click, clack*
Normally, this just means a girl in heels was strolling down the halls, livening the echoing chambers of said building with her trendy but perhaps impractical wardrobe, particularly for the kind of walking you did on a college campus. But as I eyed the figure rounding the corner, I quickly realized she was definitely not a student.
A tan, voluptuous brunette in a figure hugging grey dress and matte black heels strode down the hall, with a swinging gait. Her Mediterranean features suggested Middle Eastern descent, and her mature, developed face and frame suggested mid- thirties. There’s no way she was a student.
I smiled genuinely at her as she passed, and she smiled back.
“Hi!” She said.
“Hi!” I chimed back happily.
“Are you in Professor Cormacks class?”
“Uhhh, yes I am! Sorry, don’t know why I had to think about that!” I laughed.
“Hahaha! No it’s fine! Trust me, I know what economics can do to the brain after an hour and a half!”
“Is that why you’re showing up late today?” I asked humorously, nodding towards the open door of the classroom.
“Haha! No, I’m not a student. We share office space here. Is he available?”
“Ummm, last time I checked he was taking a lot of questions. Technically I’m the last in line.”
“Oh! I guess I’ll just get in line behind you.” She smiled sweetly. Why she was getting in line behind me, I didn’t know. But of course, I returned the smile. How else could any sane man reply to such a beautiful-
*gurrrgllleee*
I heard a low rumbling noise. Simultaneously, she crossed her legs, and I flinched a little. I couldn’t help but flinch slightly at the sudden sound of a low pitched rumbling.
The smile waned from her face slightly, turning into one of light concern.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
*gurrrggglllleee*
“No no! I’m just feeling a bit jittery right now.” She said.
I gave her a quizzical look. Both the odd rumbling and her curious comment had piqued my interest, and I couldn’t help but feel that flustered look on her face was more than just the common jitters.
We waited for what felt like 5 minutes, soon going on 10 minutes. The woman appeared to be growing a little impatient, shifting from foot to foot slightly before crossing her legs.
“I’m Alex by the way.”
The woman seemed to be caught off guard by my continued interest in conversation. But now I was working my charm. My smile of pleasantness turned into a smile of engagement and interest. My sudden change in demeanor prompted a change in hers too. She returned with a mutual smile of interest, and seemed to purr the name “Aliyah.”
“What do you do here Aliyah?”
“I teach a Sociology.”
“You weren’t feeling Econ?”
“Haha, oh no! I’m much more of a people person than a numbers person. Besides, I had to take economics in this same building when I went here and it was a nightmare.”
“Oh! You’re an alumni huh?”
*Guuurrgggllleee*
She made a face, and crossed her legs, tensing her thighs. Shake it off Alex.
“I am actually! Class of 2012!”
“Well at least I have something to look forward to, you look like you’re doing pretty good for yourself!”
“Haha! Well a girl can try!”
*bubblerumblechurn*
Aliyah did something of a stutter step, stepping lightly in the same spot. She rubbed her thighs against each other as she conspicuously glanced at the bathrooms down the hall.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Oh yeah I’m fine! I just....” she hesitated for a moment, but quickly seemed to brush off her reservations as she placed a hand delicately over her gurgling tummy. “I had too much coffee I think.” She confessed with a shy smile.
I blushed.
“Well I uhhh.... I hope that won’t be a problem for you!” I said, glancing at her legs slightly.
She must’ve have seen my glance, as she gave cute, knowing smile upon my returning her gaze. “I don’t think I should have any problems.” She giggled, “I just need to call it quits on the coffee and I should be fine.”
I felt myself blush again, probably unnecessarily. Just a pretty girl who’s had too much coffee. What’s the big deal? Lots of people have too much coffee.....
*gurrrrglllleeeee*
She seemed to tense up, and glanced conspicuously towards the restrooms again. She tapped her foot lightly, and pressed her butt against the wall. She winced ever so slightly.
*grrrggllleee*
“I can save your spot if you need to.... uhhhh....” I blushed. She looked at me inquisitively, but then smiled wryly. She seemed to understand what I was asking.
“No Alex, I’ll be fine. I have no problem waiting.” She said with a clever, teasing expression, her legs firmly crossed. “Besides, you shouldn’t ask a lady those kinds of questions!”
My blush deepened, and I felt myself burn a bright red. Of course, in a world like this, I had the overwhelming and irrational feeling that she knew I wanted to see her desperate, and hopefully see her soil her sexy dress. But as if to answer my restless mind, she simply commented,
“Thank you though, I know you’re only trying to help.” She smiled reassuringly.
Before I could say anything else, the last student left the classroom, leaving me next in line.
”You can go ahead of me.”
”Are you sure?”
”Of course! I’m still trying to think of a good excuse!”
”Hahaha! Try ‘the dog ate my homework,’ that always worked for me.”
”More like ‘the dog ate my midterm,’ actually.” I sighed, suddenly reminded of a more pressing predicament.
”Oh! You missed your midterm?”
”Yeah.... and I don’t have a dog either.”
She laughed, loudly. Her laughter filled the halls of the building, and for a moment, I felt comforted this beautiful woman thought that I was so funny. She might have been laughing at me instead of with me, but I chose willful ingnorance this time around.
She looked at me, and the gears seemed to be turning behind her dark brown eyes.
”Maybe I can help you.” She said.
”How?”
Before I could say anything else, she walked past me into the classroom, where the professor still sat idly in his chair as the break was winding down.
I couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of my eye. She was trying to help me, which was incredibly nice of her. But she also had an awesome body that I couldn’t stop looking at. To make matters worse, I was 99.9% sure she need to.... go. Lust was driving me to further confirm what my gut feeling was already telling me to be true.
*rumbbbllleeee*
The brunette teacher crossed her legs and stood by his desk as they chatted. She swiveled her hips lightly from side to side. Subtle, soft movements, until-
*GURGLE*
The brunette bent forward slightly, and raised a leg off the ground behind her. Her butt cheeks clenched visibly.
I gulped, and bit my lip with adrenaline fueled lust. What happened last time was happening again.
Aliyah continued to stand there, swaying her hips too and fro to suppress her need. I blushed from arousal, watching her her thing waistline and massive ass circle in a figure 8, slowly, deliberately.....
I only wished I could stay and enjoy the show a little longer. As
“Not a problem Mr. Cormack, I can get those to your grader later today. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
*gurgle*
She clenched. Her shoulders appeared somewhat stiff.
“Alex!”
The professors voice woke me from my doldrums.
“Yes Professor?”
“You missed the midterm didn’t you?”
I gulped. What was a lustful fantasy was quickly becoming a nightmare. But this is why I’m here, I need to face the music.
“Uhhh.... yes sir, I did. I was actually here to talk to you about that.”
“I’m glad to see you being so proactive.” He chuckled, “I got your email, I’m aware of the circumstances. Lucky for you, Miss Aliyah here is available for you to take your makeup exam.”
My heart skipped a beat as I looked at her, her legs crossed and her hands pressed against her thighs, but with a warm, unbothered smile.
“We’ve met!” She said warmly.
“Excellent! Here is the exam Alex, feel free to follow Aliyah to her office.”
“Of course, thank you Mr. Cormack!”
Aliyah smiles again, and proceed to walk towards her office, down the hallway and to the right. I followed in close pursuit. I couldn’t take my eyes off her massive ass, her cheeks sliding back and forth in her tight gray dress.
*gurrrgleee churnnnn*
Oh, and that too. There was that. The restrooms were approaching on our left. I saw her glance briefly at them, but just as confidently as she had declined a visit earlier, she declined one now. She walked right past the bathrooms, and I could feel myself getting hard, knowing she’d have to wait even longer.
“My office is right down this hall Alex!”
“Thanks!”
”Also, you’re welcome.”
”I didn’t say thank you already?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
”Well thank you Miss Aliyah.”
”Please, call me Aliyah.”
”Well Aliyah, thanks for making me a lucky guy!” I said, with a hint of suggestion.
She laughed, and looked towards me with a cute smile. “Luck has nothing to do with it.” She teased.
I took a gamble, “So what do I owe it to? Your way with words? I’m sure he has a hard time saying no to you.”
She giggled shyly, “Flattery will get you nowhere!”
“Oh come on, I’m sure you’re used to the attention.”
She glanced at me with an almost flirty smile, and said, “Maybe.”
I liked where this was going.
We passed a coffee machine. I couldn’t resist.
“Hey Aliyah?”
“Yes?”
“You mind if I get a coffee here real quick?”
“Oh sure, no problem!”
“What do you recommend?” I asked her.
She seemed to be thinking for a minute. She showed some resolve, and walked over to the machine, pointing to the caramel macchiato.
“That ones my favorite. I’ve been drinking that all afternoon!”
“Great, I’ll help myself then!” I chimed, but somewhat mischievously, I asked, “Would you like one too?”
She gave me a interested look, with the intention of politely declining. But perhaps the tone of my voice required a different response, with a slight smile.
“No thank you Alex. If you recall, I’ve actually had too much coffee.” She giggled, crossing her legs.
“Oh come on, I can’t help but feel like I’ve.... inconvenienced you?” I suggested, vaguely.
A more knowing smile crept across her face. We had already broken decorum a few times, what was one more right?
“Oh, I see.....” she said, with a thoughtful smile.
*gurrrglleeee*
She hunched over ever so slightly, and pressed a hand into her thigh. She sighed, and looked at me.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Ummmm.... well, just to me, I don’t know about everyone else.”
She giggled, “Oh, you’re the expert then huh?”
“Well, no....” I countered, “But I know coffee, and I couldn’t help but put two and two together.”
“Well,” she said, a wan smile now permanently spread across her lips, “As I told you before, I have no problem waiting to take care of my.... needs.... especially if there’s something else I need to do first.”
She thought for a second, considering her next words, before carefully saying, “coffee, now coffee kind of.... speeds things along.... it makes it difficult for me to wait longer, and I end up getting really uncomfortable and really..... obvious.... like right now.” She said, as she stood with her legs crossed and hand over her gurgling stomach.
“So.... do you still think I could use another cup?” She giggled, suggestively.
I’m no fool. This wasn’t realistic. But I didn’t care. How could I possibly waste another opportunity like this? It’s time to go big or go home.
“Yes, I do.... it’s been a long day, I think we could both use the energy.” I smiled back just as suggestively, having already purchased the coffee.
As I handed it to her, she sighed, giving me another one of those knowing smiles, but this time, knowing far more than she had before
“All right, if you insist. But just to warn you, I may be a little uncomfortable, and you’re going to have to deal with that!” She giggled, shuffling her thighs back and forth. “You better not take long on this test, or you’re in trouble!” She giggled, though nervously.
The gentleman in me enjoyed the banter, but the naughtiness in me had every intention of taking their time. If this was the same as last time.... What did I have to lose?
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Hey guys! Sorry about the wait. It's been a pretty rough going over here lately, and it's been hard to find motivation. But I've been really wanting to finish this story, and I recently had a stroke of inspiration. I do warn you, this part features very descriptive messing, so if you’re not into that, this story is not for you. With that said, thank you for your patience! I hope you like.
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"This is definitely a bad idea. But I have to admit, this is some pretty good coffee."
"It's white chocolate, something like that. I usually get the hazelnut ones, but I thought you'd like something a little more exotic."
"Well I just feel spoiled now!"
"I've got good taste don't eye?"
She smiled shyly, taking another long sip of her white chocolate whatever the hell it was called.
*Gurrrgle*
"Wow, that was fast." I giggled, as Aliyah placed a hand gently over her gurgling tummy.
"I guess I can't enjoy it too much. My stomach is already protesting!"
"Don't worry, I'll be fast!" I said with a playful wink.
Ha. No I won't.
She smiled cutely, and turned about face to continue her walk to her classroom. Her classroom was unusually far from the rest of the classes, probably because it was in a different division of the same department. Her classroom was on another floor entirely, which definitely was not a problem for me.
I spent about another minute of shamelessly staring at her plump ass and sexy hips swaying from side to side, with each tense stride bringing her closer towards her classroom, and hopefully, a chance to sit down and apply some additional pressure to her burdened behind.
We reached the communal elevator, and pressed the button for 'going up.' Immediately after pressing the button, she crossed her legs tightly, and visibly clenched her butt.
*grrrmmbblleee*
"Ohhhh...." She moaned, bobbing slightly on the spot. I stared and blushed, my face a flush red. She must have felt my stare, because she simply looked over to me and smiled.
"That coffee works fast." She giggled, legs still crossed.
"Maybe we should file a complaint!" I laughed, trying not to draw attention to my growing erection and shortness of breath.
"Nooo, then I would have to tell them how long I've been holding it!" She giggled, placing a hand gingerly over her gurgling stomach, recrossing her legs in tandem. "It's not entirely the coffee's fault!"
For the first time in a second, I was speechless. It was like, sensory overload. It's one thing to hear a girl talk about needing to go, it's another thing to see it. But it's another thing entirely to see a gorgeous girl struggling to control her bowels, giving you a play by play of her desperation, and an exposition!
"You don't need to be embarrassed Alex. I mean, it's already out in the open, after all." She consulted, sensing my tension.
"What's out in the open?" I asked stupidly, fully knowing what she was talking about.
Aliyah looked at me curiously, probably wondering how I had gone from confident to shy in a matter of minutes. Perhaps she sensed ulterior motives.
But for whatever reason, she simply looked at me with an odd, questioning look.
"I mean, are we still talking about the coffee thing?" I asked mildly. I was flustered, I had to fill the silence. Don't judge me.
She giggled though.
"Yes we are!" She said, matter-of-factly. She crossed her legs again, and tensed her thighs.
"What, do you want to hear me say it out loud!?" She asked teasingly.
Of course I did. I would love to hear her say it out loud. But even in fantasies, you ought to be more tactful than that.
But tactful wasn't in my skill set at this point.
"Maybe," I said, with fake confidence. "I've never heard a pretty girl say something like that before. It'd be a first for me!"
My crude attempt at humor didn't fall on deaf ears though. She sighed, looked to the right, and looked to the left. There was no one around. She looked at me, and, leaning in closer, whispered to me.
"I have to poop, pretty bad."
*gurrglee grmmbllee*
"And it's getting worse."
"Oh."
"Are you happy now?" She teased, still clenching her thighs together.
"I guess so. I figured you would feel better, considering you don't have to hide it anymore!"
"Haha! Well it would've happened sooner or later. It's hard for me to hide it as it is!" She squirmed her hips from side to side, subtly fighting the massive load of coffee fueled sludge pressing against her beautiful behind. Who would've thought such a pretty girl was capable of something so.... well, it depends on who you talk to I guess.
"Hopefully I made it easier!"
"A little bit," she mused, "I don't feel as shy about it anymore!"
"Good! Do what you have to do to.... well, you know, hold it. It's gonna be a like test, I won't judge!"
She cringed at this, and bobbed lightly (and tensely) in place. "You better not judge me! I want to stay ladylike, but-"
*GURGLE*
"-Ugh... I can't make any promises."
"I'm the last person that would judge you Aliyah." I say, perhaps a little too sincerely.
"Thank you! The other students in my class might not be as understanding!"
"Ummm.... other students?"
DING. The elevator was here.
With her massive ass tightly clenched, and bowels bubbling with growing urgency, she stepped into the elevator, and I followed close behind.
"Going up?"
"No-"
*grumblechurrnnnnn*
"Going down!"
I smirked at the irony, and tapped my foot impatiently as the doors closed, and the elevator slowly descended, Aliyah's butt twitching and subtly squirming as we descended several floors to a truly eventful makeup exam.
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I stepped into her classroom, and to my surprise there were several other students in there, as she had mentioned before. I have a tendency to scan the room right when I walk in, a habit I acquired from my time working the night shift in fairly sketchy parts of the city. There was a guy in there, Caucasian, approximately 150lbs. Fairly well built. He was sitting towards the back. To his left was a slim blonde girl, also Caucasian, approximately 120lbs. She looked like she ran cross country, indicative of her runners shorts. To her right, several rows forward, was a very pretty girl, with black hair, tan skin, and other Mediterranean features. She was dressed in yoga pants and a tight white shirt that accentuated her breasts. I could tell from here that she had curves in all the right places. The Latino in me couldn't help but stare for a minute. Conveniently, she was only one row back from the front row, and had a good view of Aliyah's desk. Although counterproductive (and definitely distracting) to the actual reason I was here, to take this test, I knew where I wanted to sit.
As I surveyed the room, Aliyah had stepped to her desk and prepared my test. She did a slight stutter step, and crossed her legs, hunched over her desk. I was close enough to hear the same distinct gurgling that had been distracting me earlier. She winced, and clenched her butt visibly. Her bowels must be bursting by now, and I would have a front row seat and to this sexy girl struggling not to soil her tight fitting-
"Here is your test Alex! Please sit anywhere you like."
"Oh sorry, I kind of spaced out."
She smiled, almost knowingly, and retreated to her desk. "Let me know if you need any help!" She offered, before planting herself in her office chair, and wiggling slightly, applying much needed pressure to her burdened bottom.
I took my test, and sat by the busty middle eastern girl. There was so much to look at, I doubted I would get anything done at all to be honest. But I can retake the class if I need to. I can't sit next to a sexy girl, while watching another one potty dance in her chair for an hour.
Most of the test went by uneventfully. Surprisingly, Aliyah had stopped squirm, and was now firmly seated in her office chair, working on her computer. The Caucasian man, who I assume had been working on his paper since before I got here, turned his test in about 20 minutes after I arrived. The blonde seemed frustrated, and constantly sat back in her chair, studying her paper from afar, as if adjusting her physical perspective would somehow affect her metaphoric perspective on the problem in front her. The Mediterranean girl seemed a little antsy too, tapping her foot as she studiously worked on her test.
The girls movements became more agitated however, and I couldn't help but notice her glancing at the clock, biting her lip. She rocked her hips back and forth in her chair, I could see her butt shifting in her seat. She seemed pretty uncomfortable, and I was once again distracted by a beautiful woman that seemed to be in some form of bodily distress.
*Slosh, slosh, slosh....*
She crossed her legs tightly, and wiggled some more. Damn. Two desperate girls in one room? Are you kidding me?
I suppose in this world, anything can happen. But my conscious mind couldn't help but react at the in-credulousness of the situation. Is this the extent that my subconscious mind harbored my sexual fantasies? So much lust and sexual desire in one place, at one time. It was hard to take in. I knew I had to do my test, I had responsibilities. But I also knew this beautiful girl had to pee, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. I had never seen desperation like this in my life, and I wasn't about to take it for granted.
As I watched her plump butt squirm in her seat, imagining pee pouring down her chair, I had the faintest feeling that I was being watched. I looked up from my lustful daydream towards the front of the classroom, to see Aliyah staring at me from her chair.
Fuck.
I blushed, and quickly averted my eyes back to my test. Shit. Shit. Shit.... Did she think I was cheating? Maybe she just thought that I was checking her out. That would be even worse though, for some reason. At least to me. Shit.... I felt horrible. She just caught me being a perv. I mean, yeah, I was a perv before I walked through this door. But still...
I looked back up, only for our eyes to meet again. She smiled at me, and motioned for me to keep my eyes on my paper. I blushed furiously, and mouth 'sorry' with a shy smile. She again gave me that sexy smile, the subtle, knowing smile. It was sexy before, but damn, this time it cut through me like a hot knife through butter. Why was I so self conscious right now?
Despite my shame, I couldn't stop myself from watching her our of the corner of my eye. Right, left, right, left. Her butt was sticking out of the back of the seat, and her thighs looked tensed with effort. She couldn't keep still. At one point she was bouncing up and down, rocking back and forth, doing a subtle figure 8 in her seat. She looked at the clock, bit her lip, and moaned a sexy, desperate moan. She pressed her hands into her crotch, and continued grinding her crotch into the seat, trying to put pressure on her pee hole, trying to manage her bursting bladder.
*Slosh, slosh, slosh*
I bit my lip in envy.... I wanted to see her pee herself. It would be amazing if I saw her pee herself.
She stood up, and walked over to Aliyah's desk, her butt cheeks wobbling all the way to the front of the classroom. She stepped to and fro as she seemed to be begging to go to the bathroom. For some reason, Aliyah glanced briefly at me, then back at her. I blushed again. I overheard something to the means of 'if you go now, you can't come back and finish your test.' The girl seemed to be okay with that, as peeing her pants and flooding the floor was not an acceptable option I guess.
She quickly returned to her desk, picked up her test, and turned it in to Aliyah, bent over, with one hand in her crotch. She darted out of the room, hopefully leaving a trail of pee behind her. Hopefully not making it, and flooding her pants as she reached the bathroom. Or maybe, hopefully she made it? Hopefully she didn't humiliate herself and pee her pants in public. Hopefully she had an awesome day after this.... I could;t make up my mind to be honest. It felt almost bittersweet. I didn't know if wanted it or wanted something-
"Alex?" Aliyah asked.
I looked up. The other blonde was gone. She must have turned in her test while I was brooding. Whatever.
"Yes?" I asked, somewhat bothered, though not because of her.
"How are you doing on that test?"
"Ummmmm..." I looked at my midterm. I had done a decent job, I think. I wasn't going to win any awards or anything, but it was decent. Definitely passing. I could turn it in right now and walk away. Aliyah could go to the bathroom and relieve her bubbling bowels. Life would go on, I would be fine....
But I wanted something else.
"I'm doing okay, I still need a little more time I think."
"Okay." She said, seated at her desk. But a grimace crossed her face, and I noticed her shift in her seat, first to the right, then to the left.
"Are you okay?"
Aliyah looked around again. There was no one in the room but us.
"I'm okay. But... I really need to go now."
"You do?"
"Yes," she sighed with a relenting smile, "It's getting pretty bad. I don't want to rush you, but.... I'm getting desperate." She wiggled her butt in her seat.
"Hehe.... I can tell." I said, with a smile.
"Can you? What gave it away?" She giggled, shifting again.
"Well you keep squirming in your seat."
"I can't help it!" She giggled, "It's almost impossible to hide it anymore!"
"Good thing you're not standing." I teased.
"Oh yeah, then it would be really obvious."
"It would?"
"Oh definitely. I was worried that one of the students would ask me for help. I wouldn't have been able to keep still!"
"Well...." I hesitated. I was definitely about to cross the line. But I was in too deep.
"I'd rather ask for help now than later, when you're even more desperate."
Aliyah looked at me curiously again, but this time, with a hint of amusement.
"You think so?" She teased.
"Yeah, there's one problem I'm kind of stuck on. I won't judge you, remember?"
She looked at me, and looked at the whiteboard. She sighed.
"Okay. But just to warn you, I'm very desperate. I might be potty dancing up here!"
"That's okay, I don't mind."
She smiled. She must've know. She had to at this point. But she resigned, I suppose, to her situation. She came over to my desk and took the problem in question, and proceeded to walk to the white board, ass clenched tightly. Like, tightly. As she started drawing up the problem on the whiteboard, she started stepping from foot to foot, wriggling, and bouncing. She clenched her ass tight and breathed through her teeth, pressing her hands into her massive ass as she bounced up and down.
"Oh my gosh.... it's so bad."
"I can tell!" I said again.
She looked at me again, with that same knowing, piercing look as before. I blushed, but she didn't break her gaze. She held it. The whole time she continued to step up and down, squirming and clenching her ass. Then she said something.
"Do you even need help with this problem? Or are you just enjoying the show?"
My eyes grew wide. I blushed, I burned, my heart sank into my chest like a chasm. I tried to speak, but I had no idea what to say.
"You seemed to be enjoying Stacy's little predicament."
"Stacy....?" I asked, quietly.
"Yes, the girl you were sitting next to, the one who had to pee."
"Oh."
"You were staring at her for awhile Alex."
It was no point in fighting it. She caught me before, and she caught me now.
"Yes... it was, distracting."
"Distracting how? Like, distracting like right now?" She squirmed, marker in hand, the other hand on her stomach, as she bobbed up and down, hunched over.
"Yes, distracting like right now."
"Well-"
"I'm so sorry Aliyah. I'm so, so sorry. I just-"
*GURRGGllllelleele*
The sound of her gurgling bowels broke through the air. She gasped, and reached a hand around to grab the center of her massive ass.
"Ohhhhh...." She moaned, stepping firmly in place, "I almost lost it right there."
"Aliyah-"
"Alex listen to me," She interjected, with a firmness that I had not yet seen from her, "I'm not mad."
"You're.... not?" I didn't understand.
"Of course I'm not mad. You don't think I could have gone to the bathroom at any point today, if I really needed to?"
I nodded, hesitantly.
"That's right. I could have. Honestly, I knew you were into when I first started getting desperate. The coffee thing gave you away, I thought you knew that!"
I chuckled softly. I wasn't exactly discreet.
"The truth is Alex-"
*SPLURT*
*Gurrrgllleeee*
"Ohmygod...." She moaned, dancing in place, both hands now tightly pressed into her quivering ass cheeks. "I need to hurry, I'm starting to mess myself!"
I blushed, my erection growing even harder now, despite the embarrassing circumstances.
"Alex, you shouldn't be so ashamed of your fetish. You really shouldn't. Everyone has their thing. You happen to appreciate a desperate woman, and that's okay. I promise it's okay."
"How is it okay for you though?" I asked, genuinely.
"Because.... This isn't real Alex. Do you think the real Aliyah would hold her poop this long? No, probably not. But I would, because I know you like it, I know what you want to see."
"But-"
"And there's other wonderful women out there that would love to share this experience with you too. You don't have to feel ashamed."
I paused.
"Just don't go locking the bathroom at a busy bar. That would be kind of mean." She giggled.
I couldn't help but smile. Everyone thought about that at some point.
*SPLURT, SPLRCH, FRRT*
"I told you I was about to get very unladylike." She said, with a sensual smile, her desperate wriggling jump started again by a few messy sharts.
"I'm holding it for you Alex, you might as well enjoy it. The choice is yours." She said suggestively, hands pressed firmly against her clenched ass cheeks.
I sighed. I was aroused beyond belief, and for the first time in the past hour, I was completely okay with it.
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Alright then..." I said, with sensual mischief on my mind.
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Alex: Was that a shart, or just a normal fart?
Aliyah: Definitely a shart. My panties are probably stained at this point.
Alex: You think it'll come out?
Aliyah: Maybe, depends on if you want me to make it or not.
Alex: Maybe I don't want you to make it.
Aliyah: *giggles and squirms* But it's going to be messy Alex.
Alex: Good, I don't mind that.
Aliyah: It'll completely ruin my dress Alex.
Alex: It'll probably run down your legs too.
Aliyah: Oh yeah, they'll need to call the janitor in here with a mop.
Alex: I won't tell them it was you.
Aliyah: You better not, this will be our little secret.
Alex: I like that. But you know, I still need help with this problem.
Aliyah: You just want to watch my squirm and slowly crap my dress don't you?
Alex: That's exactly what I want.
Aliyah: At this point it's going to happen whether you want it to or not. The bathrooms too far away, I'll definitely have an accident before I get there.
Alex: That's pretty hot.
Aliyah: I don't feel like having a big audience though.
Alex: HAHA! Yeah, I can understand that.
Aliyah: I better get started on this problem before- *SPLRCCCH*
Alex: There it is again.
Aliyah: I definitely just crapped my pants Alex.
Alex: Yeah?
Aliyah: Oh yeah, and it's definitely messy.
Alex: Did it soak through your dress?
Aliyah: Probably. Have a look?
She turned around, stepping in place and wiggling her hips to and fro. There was a brown circle the size of a quarter on her prominent ass.
Alex: Yeah. it definitely stained through.
Aliyah: There's still more too.
Alex: How much longer can you hold it?
Aliyah: Let's find out.
Aliyah turned towards the board and began drawing up the problem. Her ass was clenched the entire time, and she was shaking it around like she was at a college frat party, trying to get someone's attention. She squirmed, and moaned, and her bowels bubbled and churned audibly the entire time.
*SPLRCH*
The quarter sized brown spot grew to the size of a baseball, and a small mound was now visible.
Alex: I think you're having an accident Aliyah.
Aliyah: I'm definitely having an accident Alex.
Alex: Hang in there!
Aliyah: I can't.
Alex: Just try!
Aliyah moaned and contained to work on the board.
*SPLRT*
*SPLRT*
*FRRRT*
The back of her dress, tightly gripping her delicious ass, was now the size of a softball. She was dancing and squirming, her legs crossed tightly, firmly, and her ass clenched as tight as could be. She was on her last legs.
Aliyah: I can't hold it.
Alex: I know.
She started stepping up and down, her ass facing me.
Aliyah: I'm gonna explode Alex....
Alex: I know.
Aliyah: I... I can't....
Her ass quivered. She clenched with all her might, sliding her legs past each other, to and fro.
Alex: Is it coming out yet?
Aliyah: If I move I'll mess myself.
Alex: Damn coffee, huh?
Aliyah tried to stifle a laugh, but couldn't help it, given the absurdity of the circumstances. That was when it happened.
"HAHAHA-"
*SPLRRCCCHHHHFRRTTSQUELCHFRRTCCCHHSSHHCCH*
The brown spot on her dress expanded to the size of a plate, and a large, messy bulge of sludge filled her panties and bulged her dress out. My mouth dropped, and I stared as messy sharts and the sound of gurgling mess filled the air. She turned around, and leaned on the desk in front of her. The look on her face was one of pure relief. She looked me in the eye and smiled sexily, as another messy squelch of mess poured into her saturated panties.
*SPRRRTCHHHHH*
"Ohhhhgossshhhhh...." She moaned, with an ecstatic sigh, as her bowels uncontrollably emptied themselves into her panties and dress, permanently desecrating both of them, as well as her shoes and the ground beneath her. Mess dripped down her legs, and pooled on the floor beneath her.
She continued her accident for almost 2 minutes, mess still pooling at her feet. She raised her head and looked at me. Hair covered her face, and she looked slightly disheveled. But as she moved the hair from her face, and straightened up, with an audible squelch coming from her dress, she smiled at me.
"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."
"I might have enjoyed it more than you did."
"Ha, I believe that."
I giggled, despite my cripplingly intense arousal.
"Now, I need to go clean up. And you need to take care of that." She said smoothly, pointing towards my erection.
She turned about face, and leaving messy footprints, squelched her way to the door with a confident stride. She smiled at me, and shut the door.
*Click*
*Click*
*Click*
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Click goes the snooze button as I groggily fumble for my alarm. I rustle my hair, and check the time. It's 7:00am. I checked my phone for the date. I think I have that midterm today.
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A/N: Easily one of the most self-indulgent things I've done in a while, but I am buckwild about the lunch trio. If you're unfamiliar with the fandom, I guess the only contextual thing you need is that Zed is a merman haha
It was once a universally known fact that finding a decently usable public bathroom in New York City was impossible, and that fact holds even more truth in Hellsalem’s Lot. Zed is fairly certain that it is also a fact that whenever he, Zapp, and Leo attempt to hang out together outside of work, disaster follows them, and it is impossible to completely escape work in the long run. Really, he has no idea why they even bother.
Today, they actually manage to get through an entire meal without anything going awry, but, like clockwork, it’s just a matter of stepping outside and seeing the chaos that, naturally, has their coworkers at the center of it. So he and Zapp have to step in while Leo has to do what he can to survive this one, and all in all, it is a very typical day. Nothing Zed shouldn’t be used to by now, but a little bit more of an annoyance than usual, because he had been hoping to get back to the office quickly.
This goes on for quite some time, and when it’s all said and done, the rubble they find themselves in is pretty much completely across town from the office, and out of the way from where both Zapp and Leo are currently living, which means that, no matter where they’re going, it’s going to take them some time to walk there, especially with the immediate area as destroyed as it is.
Zed isn’t the sort to voice his discomfort over this, but Zapp certainly is, and it’s while the three of them are walking that he comes out and says, “Christ, I’ve had to take a piss since we were back at the restaurant. Seriously, there is nothing harder than trying to focus on the fight when you’ve gotta piss.”
Neither of them notice how Zed tenses at his words, and Leo groans. “ Zapp ! Can you please try to keep some things to yourself?”
Snorting, he just replies, “What, like you don’t have to?”
Leo falters for a moment before muttering, “I...I mean, yeah, kinda, but-”
Zapp interrupts him, turning his attention to Zed. “And you too, right, fishstick?”
He hopes that he is not visibly blushing, as he replies, “That isn’t the kind of thing I’m going to discuss with you.”
Which, he realizes almost immediately, was not the right thing to say. Zapp snorts, saying, “Right, right, got it. So anyway, can we just pick up the pace? It’s gonna take forever to get back to the office at this rate, and we all need to get back.”
Zed says nothing as Zapp and Leo continue to bicker next to him, his face burning in humiliation and the ache in his bladder nagging at him. Of course, he’s felt that nagging sensation since right before they finished up their lunch, and he had been hoping to make it back quickly to take care of that. He had been distracted throughout their fight because, just as Zapp said, it’s difficult to focus with that going on, but he would have sooner died than admit to it, especially not to him .
When it comes to that sort of thing, Zed is very reserved, even more so than he is with most things. After all, he’s only been living as a normal human for a few short years, and it has been a learning process for him. He shudders to remember his early days outside of his tank, learning what it means to control these urges, and having to get used to having certain times and places to relieve himself. Fortunately, he didn’t suffer too many humiliations with several witnesses, but he will do absolutely anything to keep it that way.
Certainly, he doesn’t want anyone in Libra knowing anything about that horrible first year where, after a lifetime of thinking of himself as fairly intelligent, he found himself living like an infant, and having to learn things that he is told are basic for most humans, things that begin to learn not long after they learn to walk and speak.
So he keeps any sort of need to himself, and he hates to have to wait until a point where it becomes uncomfortable for him. Naturally, there are situations that no one can prepare for in his line of work, and he has had to push his limits a few times in the past, but, since he has come to live here, he has never been in a situation where he has completely lost control of himself.
Needless to say, he has no intention to start that now, not in front of any of his teammates and especially not in front of Leo, or Zapp , of all people. For either one of them to witness something like that would be devastating; Leo would be nice enough about it, but he is one of Zed’s few and truest friends, and it is not as if he has any remarkable abilities or training to boast about. But he seems to be in control of himself, so what would that say about Zed, if he could not?
And Zapp is...himself, in every regard, and as loud and obnoxious as he is, he would never let anyone live such a humiliation down, but Zed is sure that he would be especially merciless towards him. The two are partners and they spend a great deal of time together, but Zed is still not sure that he would call them “friends”, and, even if they are , that does nothing to curb his worries. Even to his friends, Zapp is hardly a kind or compassionate person.
He tries to stop dwelling on this, and not think about how the two would react to the worst possible outcome to this situation. Though his bladder is so full that it hurts, that doesn’t mean that they won’t make it back in time. Only thinking about the negatives in a time like this is sure to make his situation worse, and it would be much better if he would just try to take his mind off of it for now.
“God, I feel like we rearranged the whole damn town today,” Zapp mutters, and Zed finally brings himself back to reality. “Seriously, it’s like every fucking road is blocked off, right?”
“Well, we can always go this way,” Leo replies.
“Unless something got all messed up that way too.”
“So pessimistic.”
“It’s just a pain,” he says. “Kind of in a hurry, you know?”
“There’s no point in complaining about it. That’s not gonna help, or anything,” says Leo, and Zapp snorts.
“So, what, does talking about it make it worse for ya? Little Leo gonna wet his pants before we get back or something?” He laughs, obnoxious as ever, and Leo scowls, but blushes a bit, Zed notices.
“Shut up, it’s not like that…”
Fortunately for him, but unfortunately for Zed, Zapp’s attention quickly shifts. “You’re awfully quiet today, huh?”
“And?” asks Zed, hoping he can blow the other man off. Though he pities Leo when he’s at the center of Zapp’s teasing, he does not pity him enough to want to take his place right now.
“Gettin’ a little worried too?” he replies, a nasty grin splitting his face. Why he thinks openly discussing such things is a proper thing to do, and why he thinks he has any right to tease others for basic needs- especially when he’s the one who brought it up to begin with- is completely beyond Zed.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he snaps.
“Oh, I definitely touched a nerve there!”
“Zapp, cut it out,” Leo mutters. “Why do you care so much? Just mind your own business.”
“You’re both so damn sensitive,” Zapp spits, scowling at the scolding, as if he were a child just trying to have some harmless fun, unfairly cut short. Well, Zed isn’t so sure about the harmless fun, but he is not entirely convinced that Zapp isn’t a child.
“Just knock it off,” says Leo, and for the time being, he does. The three of them fall into a silence, which is better, in a way, but without any conversation, Zed loses his main chance at distracting himself.
Though navigating the mess around them takes a bit of his focus, it isn’t enough to completely take his mind off the ache in his lower stomach. It’s almost surprising to him how intense the need has gotten just in the time since they first left the restaurant, but perhaps that is because it has been a long time since he’s even had to push his limits at all.
Though his life now is certainly chaotic, he seems to always be prepared, at least on that front, so it’s very rarely that he actually has to worry. This is the first time in a long time that he has had any cause for worry. Zed grits his teeth, the pulse of his bladder punctuating every step he takes. Does it really take so long just to reach the office? He’s been on this side of town before, and it never felt like it took this long, and he does not think redirecting their route a few times is really what is making it feel so long.
From his side, he hears a soft groan, and he glances down out of the corner of his eye to see a rather troubled expression on Leo’s face. The young man has both fists tightly clenched at his sides and looks incredibly tense. Zed feels a stab of pity for him, and has a fairly good idea of what he must feel like right now. Though he knows that Zapp must be in pretty bad shape as well, it’s hard to muster up any pity for him when he would make fun of either of them for it.
But the longer Zed looks at Leo, the harder it is to look away, noticing the telltale signs of his own desperation. He was able to play it semi-cool when he brushed off Zapp, but he seems to be struggling, wincing from time to time, and watching him does nothing to improve Zed’s own situation. Finally managing to tear his glance away from his friend, he once again tries to take his mind off of things.
First, he tries coming up with a synopsis of a book he recently finished, but he keeps losing himself in the details whenever another wave of desperation assaults him. Each spasm from his bladder throws him off, so perhaps thinking about reading is too difficult to focus on right now. But, no matter what topic he tries focusing his attention on, nothing is more overpowering than the reminder of just how full he is.
Though they grow closer and closer with time, the remaining distance begins to feel impossible to him. Despite himself, he soon finds himself thinking that he really won’t be able to make it that long, certainly not until they get back to the office, and even then, if he has to wait for the other two, or even one of them...he can’t give up, and there is nothing he can do other than continue to press on, but he isn’t sure if he has ever had to piss so badly in his life.
“You know, in normal cities, you can just find an alley to do your business,” Zapp says, speaking up for the first time in a while.
“What kind of cities are you talking about?” Leo asks, with one brow raised. He is still trying to play it cool, but the strain in his voice is fairly obvious.
“Bigger ones than you’ve probably been to,” he shoots back, but now Zed notices that Zapp’s voice sounds rather off as well. In fact, now that he studies his body language, it looks like he is just barely moving forward. “I’m just saying, if there’s no one around, it’s probably not that uncommon, but probably not worth the risk here.”
“Yeah, if I’m gonna get mugged, I’d at least like to not be that exposed.”
“Please, even with my dick out, I could probably handle any useless muggers,” Zapp says, smirking for only a second before he wincing and it fades. “But...I mean, it would be safer in a group than it would be alone anyway, right?”
“You can’t be serious!” Leo protests, but he sounds almost hopeful, and Zed’s face flushes. If only it were that easy...if only they could just disappear down an alley and...and…
He feels such a powerful throb at the concept that his muscles temporarily relax, slipping out of his control just enough to let a hot spurt escape. Zed chokes back a gasp as he fights to regain control, but the other two are too busy with one another to notice him nearly losing it.
“Well, why not?” asks Zapp. “Bet you’d love to let loose right about now, right? I bet the wait is killing you!”
“Whatever, Zapp, you’re the one who brought it up. What happened to all that high and mighty talk from before?” Even with his voice strained, Leo’s retorts have a bit of bite to them. “Maybe you think you’re the one who’s gonna wet his pants before we get back.”
“Shut the hell up! I’m gonna be just fine!” Though he says this, anyone could tell from the look in his eyes that Zapp is not so sure about that. “B-but if both of you are having trouble, and there’s an opportunity, what’s the point in making myself wait? You know?”
“Ugh, whatever,” Leo replies, likely only giving in because he is nearing the point of not being able to wait any longer. “Let’s just make it quick, alright?”
Zed has not commented on this topic yet, and has not given any input one way or the other. They reach the decision to do something as shameful as relieve themselves in a fairly public setting, which means that they must be very bad off, and Zed is fairly certain that he is at that point as well. But will he really do something like that with them, and in front of them? Without saying a word, he follows continues to follow them, until Zapp finds what must be a suitable alleyway.
“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath as he stumbles through, making sure that there is absolutely no one hidden away to witness what they are about to do. Zed struggles to stand still, tensing as much as possible, with all focus on his internal muscles, and not allowing any further leaks to slip past his defenses. He is only vaguely aware of Leo at his side, trembling and partially doubled over, fists still clenched, pressed tightly to his sides.
In fact, he is so focused on himself, and Leo offers just enough distraction, that the next time he even looks at Zapp is when he hears the man gasp, “Shit!” Now, Zapp is doubled over and, unbelievably, has a hand jammed between his legs, grabbing himself so shamelessly that Zed feels embarrassed on his behalf.
His breathing is heavy, and he takes a moment to try and steady himself before pulling his shaky hand back, reaching to undo his zipper, but then he grabs himself again. He bites his lip hard, and Zed is sure that he should look away to give him a little bit of privacy, but all he can do is watch as Zapp’s shoulders sag and his hand slowly falls away.
It takes a moment before he can see the dark patch spreading on Zapp’s pants, but the sound of liquid hitting concrete would be unmistakable either way. Despite all of his talk, Zapp has lost his battle, and is pissing himself in front of Leo and Zed, and though it must be humiliating for him, for Zed, it is absolute torture.
“Stop fucking staring at me!” Zapp shouts, his voice cracking, and it even looks as if there are tears in his eyes.
Not sure where to look, Zed glances over to Leo, who opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He makes a sort of squeaking noise, lookly off to one side suddenly and going very red in the face. Zed is horrified to see Leo’s pants grow darker and darker, to have another stream join in with the sound of Zapp’s, taunting him with the relief he should be seeking right now.
Leo’s continues long after Zapp’s has slowed to a stop, and neither one of them speaks, to him or to each other, neither attempts to cover what has happened or try to explain themselves. And Zed is on the verge of joining them, his legs weak beneath him, his hands shaking as he tries to think of what to do. With both of them soaked next to him, it almost feels wrong to go in front of them, but he knows for a fact that he won’t make it to the office, or anywhere else.
Like it or not, if he’s going to be the one to make it out of this alley dry, then he’s going to have to do this. As he reaches for his zipper, another spurt escapes him, and then another, and as he starts to pull at it, there is one that he is not able to stop, no matter how he fights and no matter how he focuses, until it cannot be called a spurt at all anymore.
Zed is panicked as his stream grows more and more powerful, quickly soaking through his pants. He hasn’t done this in years, and he promised himself it would never happen again, that it would never happen in front of anyone, and why, why, why does it have to happen in front of Leo, in front of Zapp , why can’t he get it to stop-
It feels like it takes an eternity for his bladder to finally finish emptying itself, and he supposes at some point, he might have been able to stop it, and save the rest for later, but once he has fully soaked through his pants and formed a sizeable puddle at his feet, stopping feels kind of pointless. Beneath his absolute mortification, there is a relief so great that it almost makes him forget what he has done, what he is doing, but in the end, nothing can fully take his mind off of that.
And, once he is completely empty, once silence has descended upon the three of them, he thinks to himself that he will never be able to live this down. He will have to deal with Zapp ridiculing him for the rest of his natural life, and he will never be able to forget the day he pissed himself in the street because he couldn’t wait ten, maybe twenty minutes longer to reach the office.
But when Zapp finally speaks up, he says, “Since you both pissed yourselves too, you can’t say anything to me, alright?!”
“Wh- oh, shut up!” Leo snaps. “As if either of us would make fun of someone for that. That’s just something you would do, jackass!”
“What about you?!” asks Zapp, glaring daggers at Zed.
“I-I haven’t even said anything, and I wouldn’t-”
“Then we’re settled!” he interrupts. “So, that’s that, and nobody says a word or I’ll kill them, got it?”
“You don’t have to threaten us,” Leo mutters. “We’re all even, right?”
“So…” Zed hates to be the one to bring it up, but his clothes are growing cold, and though he’s used to being wet, this particular sensation feels pretty gross. “Now what?”
“Sure as hell not going back to the office like this,” Zapp says. “I’m heading home before I go back there.”
“Yeah, same,” Leo says. “But that’s not gonna be a fun walk home.”
“Either for both of you to say,” Zed replies. “But I’m the one who lives at the office, so I can’t really get out of seeing at least one of the others like this.”
“Well, you could-” Leo starts, but Zapp interrupts him.
“Come back with me then, and we’ll figure something out.” When he sees the other two staring at him, surprised at his generosity, he scowls. “What?!”
“Nothing, nothing,” says Leo, and he gives Zapp a funny sort of smile that Zed can’t decipher. Zapp just scowls harder and turns on heel, starting off without looking back.
“You coming?” he asks.
“I...yes,” says Zed. “I’ll...see you later, Leo?”
“Yeah, see you later,” says Leo, and as he heads in his own direction, Zed falls into step behind Zapp.
The two don’t speak while they make their way toward Zapp’s apartment, and Zed tries to ignore any looks he might get from people they pass on the street. Definitely not one of his better days, and easily the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to him, but at the same time, it could be worse. Though he knows it will be hard for him to forget this incident, he at least knows that neither Zapp nor Leo will hold it against him, or tell anyone else.
And, for whatever reason, Zapp is being a little bit nicer to him than usual, and though he isn’t sure why that makes him happy, he can’t help but think that’s quite the bonus. |
An Equestria Girls story I came up with. My original draft had farting in it, but since most people here find that a turn-off or are just disinterested, I removed them. Also, they'll be in their last year of Canterlot High. And a story Rarity tells was inspired by a story of a witnessed event someone else mentioned. I kind of get carried away at the end, as usual.
Fluttershy's School Play Accident (and night with Rarity)
Fluttershy stood behind the stage, feeling nervous. When she heard that the school play had a rabbit character in it, she had signed up to play her without thinking, and was starting to have second thoughts, but it was too late now.
She was wearing a fairly tight pink bunny fursuit that Rarity had designed. She wore her summer outfit under it, which consisted of a white tank top and short, skintight green shorts. She hadn't washed them in a while so they smelled a little. She hoped no one would notice.
When it was time, she walked onstage. She tried to speak her first line, but stopped. She stared at the crowd whose eyes were on her. She tried to speak again, but her stage fright was getting the better of her. She was so nervous she wet her costume. She blushed beet red while the audience laughed. Fluttershy ran off the stage in tears.
The play was cancelled, but the audience didn't care, they got a good show all the same.
Rarity ran after Fluttershy, searching the school grounds for her. She eventually found her sitting under a tree, still in her costume, sobbing uncontrollably. Rarity quietly walked up to her, hoping her presence wouldn't cause Fluttershy any distress.
Fluttershy looked up. "I'm... I'm so sorry I r... ruined your costume, Rarity. I didn't m... mean to..."
"Oh, Fluttershy, darling, don't you dare apologize for that. All I have to do is throw it in the washing machine and it will be good as new. You focus on feeling better."
"You're... you're not disgusted at me?"
"Of course not." Rarity sat down and put her arm around her. "Don't ever tell anyone else this, but when I was camping with Pinkie last weekend, I had to use the bathroom, but the outhouse was occupied, so I ran behind it to go there, but Pinkie walked up to me so I pulled my shorts back up, but... I couldn't stop. And there was nothing I could do about my wet shorts until they dried."
"Oh, I'm so sorry Rarity."
"Pinkie was the only one who knew and she swore never to tell. So, don't think you're the only one."
Fluttershy was feeling better, mostly because Rarity wasn't disgusted with her.
"Let's go home and get you cleaned up."
...
At Rarity's house, Fluttershy removed her wet costume, and Rarity put it in her washing machine. Rarity had removed her fluffy white cat costume, revealing her light blue tank top and skintight purple shorts underneath. "I make sure all my outfits are machine washable in case they get dirty in any way. Even if you'd done... the other thing... in that costume, it'd come right out. I can give you a clean outfit and wash your shorts, too."
"Actually... I can stay like this for the rest of the night."
"Are you sure?"
"I don't mind if you don't." She blushed lightly.
"If you say so. How would you like a tea party?"
"I'd love it."
Rarity made some tea and they sat at the table. Rarity put a towel on Fluttershy's chair for her to sit on.
Fluttershy sat in her wet shorts for the entire tea party, but she didn't mind, she was having a fun time with Rarity.
After several cups of tea, a sudden urge hit Fluttershy. "Um... Rarity... I..."
"Yes, darling?"
"I... I have to go to the bathroom."
"Well, you know where it is. I'll be waiting for you."
Fluttershy ran to the bathroom. Only once the door closed did Rarity realize she needed to pee rather badly as well. She ran over to the bathroom, holding herself and waiting for Fluttershy to finish. She could hear the sound of pee splashing into the toilet, and this made her more uncomfortable. After a few seconds it even caused her to leak a little, dampening her shorts. She whimpered and pee danced more.
Then there was a flush, and Fluttershy walked out of the bathroom looking relieved. Rarity immediately ran inside. Fluttershy could hear a sigh of relief and pee splashing into the toilet, then a flush, and then Rarity walked outside.
"I'm so sorry I took so long," said Fluttershy. She noticed the damp spot on Rarity's shorts and blushed a little.
"It's all right," said Rarity. "And I don't mind getting a little wet when it's just us, especially with the state you're in. Besides, these are the same shorts I wet all the way at camp."
Fluttershy didn't feel bad anymore. They sat on the couch and watched My Little Pony (G1), both sitting on towels with garbage bags underneath, even though Rarity wasn't that wet.
After a few episodes, Fluttershy said "I need a spanking for wetting myself, and making you leak a little."
"Oh, that won't be necessary."
"Pretty please?"
Rarity realized Fluttershy wanted this. "All right. How hard would you like it?"
"Not too hard, but hard enough so it makes a sound. Wait, should I put a towel between us first? I don't want to..."
Rarity stopped her and put her over her knee, not caring that a bit of her pee was getting on her. She raised her arm and slapped Fluttershy's butt, not too hard, but not too light either. "Was that all right?"
"Perfect. Do it again until I tell you to stop."
Rarity continued to spank Fluttershy. The expressions on her face and the sounds she made showed how much she was enjoying it.
It was only after about 30 swats that Fluttershy said "All right, that's enough."
"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?"
Fluttershy blushed a little as she sat back down, which wasn't hard because her rear end barely hurt. "I don't know why, I've just... always wanted someone to do that to me ever since Pinkie Pie slapped my tushie that one time."
"Oh, I rather enjoyed that as well. You do have the cutest butt."
"Why thank you." Fluttershy blushed a little, but not out of embarrassment this time.
Soon, the rest of the tea they had drank had gone through them. Fluttershy and Rarity were fidgeting a bit, and in minutes, were fidgeting harder.
"Do you need to use the bathroom, Fluttershy?" said Rarity.
"Yes," said Fluttershy.
Rarity paused the show. "Go ahead."
"But you look like you have to go too."
"I can hold it."
"What if you can't? I don't want you to wet yourself on my account."
"I'm already damp, and I really don't mind if I have an accident now. Besides, I protected the couch. I could just go right here."
"No, you use the bathroom first. I'm already wet, so another accident won't make a difference."
"I insist."
"No, I insist."
Rarity let go and started to pee in her shorts, even though she knew she'd have been able to hold it for at least a bit longer. "It's too late for me. You'd better get to the bathroom before you wet yourself again."
"Oh, Rarity..."
"I don't mind, really. As a matter of fact, it does feel rather nice." She wasn't kidding, she did like the warm feeling, now that she didn't have to be embarrassed about it. Her crotch and butt were becoming soaked. The towel absorbed the wetness, and the garbage bag protected the couch.
"If it feels so good, then I don't see why I have to hold it." Fluttershy relaxed and also began peeing, re-wetting her shorts, and sighing of relief. Rarity was right, this felt much nicer than last time.
"Fluttershy, darling, you didn't have to do that."
"But I wanted to."
Rarity gave her a hug, both of them still peeing. Once they were both finished, Rarity resumed the show.
From here, they'd leave the couch only to get something to eat or something to drink. If they needed to pee, they went in their shorts and liked it. At one point, Sunset sent Rarity a text asking how Fluttershy was doing. Rarity responded that she was doing much better, and Sunset replied that was good to hear, and that Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Applejack still liked her as well, and that Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie swore not to make fun of her. Of course, Rarity didn't mention to Sunset that she and Fluttershy were deliberately using their shorts as a toilet tonight.
At about 11:00, they decided to go to sleep. Rarity got an old mattress that Pinkie had peed on once after drinking too much cider, and they slept on it in their wet state.
When they woke up, they took their morning pee in their shorts, wetting the already-stained mattress, giggling and enjoying the feeling, before they showered themselves and their outfits off, and Rarity walked Fluttershy home, telling anyone who walked by them they'd played in a sprinkler. Of course, they both changed into dry outfits once they got back home.
And on Monday, Sunset got Principal Celestia to tell the school that some prankster had rigged Fluttershy's costume with something to simulate wetting, and that they had gotten detention for it. So no one made fun of Fluttershy. |
Hello, all.
This is the second-to-last of the Meagan and Parker stories. I've written so many by now, I'm not going to link any here. I've begun writing the finale; then after a little work on the file (and writing some "extras") I'll post the whole "Housemates" series -- "Season 3" -- and also bundle the entire Meagan-and-Parker Saga together.
The first half of this particular story is almost entirely about the two of them and their relationship. If you're primarily here for the "good stuff," scroll down the second post. If you're like me and are rather invested in these two kids, the first part's for you. "Based on a true story" is a total cliche, and this one is so very loosely based on true tales that it barely qualifies. But I did get locked out once, and a water fight did ensue. No peeing was involved.
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There was a swing in the front yard of Franklin House, a standard ropes-and-knots-and-wooden-board affair. It hadn’t gotten a ton of use in the winter, but the days were warm now, very warm for April. The nights had still been chilly—until tonight, when the sun had been down for over an hour but the air still felt like it was shining. After the cold of winter, it felt like summer had come. And summer was indeed about to come: in three weeks finals would come, and in four, Meagan would graduate.
After the thaw during Spring Break, they’d been better to each other. More time together, especially for meals. More sex—tender, cautious, this-relationship-is-made-out-of-fragile-glass-so-for-fuck’s-sake-be-careful sex, but still sex. More stress, too, for both of them, but they were dealing with it a little better. (Largely by having fragile-glass sex.) Less of Zephyr, thank god. No kink at all, though, for either of their quirks.
No talking, either. Not about the future.
Tonight—a Tuesday night, quiet and warm, nothing much up—Parker was sitting on the swing, not really swinging at all (it was hard to get it going) but enjoying the hint of summer in the air, and trying not to think about what was going to happen in four weeks.
The screen door banged shut behind him, and footsteps crunched on the gravel, then went silent as whoever it was stepped onto the grass. Hands slid around his waist.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Meagan said. “Wanna go for a walk?”
“Sure. It’s a lovely night.”
She slid her arm through his. She didn’t do that often—a lot of times she preferred to walk without touching him at all, since she said he walked too slow for her. Tonight she was moving at a leisurely pace. It was warm enough for t-shirts but not shorts, apparently; she had a beat-up old college shirt on over her even more battered jeans and sneakers. Her knees poked through the holes. She had her hair down. They walked in silence for a few blocks, headed away from the main streets into a quiet neighborhood. The sidewalks were well-lit but the streets were lined with trees, and so the streetlights shone through the spring leaves and fresh blossoms, casting intricate shadows.
After a couple of blocks, she said, “So I’ve been thinking.”
“Mm?”
“And I talked with Dr. Vince a bit, too.”
“What about?”
“Us. You and me, I mean.”
Parker nodded. He felt like they were no longer handling that fragile glass with care but starting to juggle it. Still, it had to be done.
“Parker?”
“Yeah?”
“What do you want?”
“From you?”
“From me, from the relationship…”
He thought about it for a while—and then said the first thing that had come into his head. “I want you to show up.”
“Couldja make that a little more vague for me?” she teased him, gently. “It’s a little too clear right now.”
“For a while now, it seems like you’ve been so focused on the future that you’re forgetting the present. Forgetting us. I never want to stand in your way, I’ve said that a lot. And it’s true. But you’ve been putting so much time into yourself and your future and not really talking about it with me. I mean—it’s your future. I get that. But maybe it could be our future. And I feel like you’re just assuming it won’t be. That we can’t last. Or that you can’t get to that future if you slow down and show up for me.”
She nodded. “Mmkay. What would showing up look like?”
“Time,” he said promptly. “It’s been better since Spring Break. But earlier this semester you were all about working in the library until it closed down, then getting up and working out and getting to class early. And then essays on the weekends. I want… I want to talk to you again. Make fun of bad movies with you again. I want to cook with you, work out with you—” he glanced around at the empty front porches they were passing, then added in lower tones, “—And I want to make love to you. A lot.”
She grinned.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I want you to keep asking me that question,” she said promptly. “Thank you. I’ve got another question or two for you in a second, but I’ll answer yours now. I want…” She looked up at the tree they were passing under. It was in full bloom, and smelled marvelous. “Mmm. That’s a lovely scent. I want a lot. Mostly, as you know, I want to be well away from my past. I want to learn how to help people like me. But I want you there with me as I do. You’re my bedrock, love. I know I haven’t been showing it nearly enough. But I’d never have made it this far without you.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah. I should have said. I know I’ve been gone way too much. But every late night, as I was dragging my ass out of the library, all I wanted to do was curl up next to you. There was definitely a whole essay I got done on time just because I was promising myself, ‘Finish this up so you can go back to Parker.’ ”
“Awww,” he said.
“Mmmhmm. I know I can trust you, that’s so huge for me. I’ve taken a bit too much advantage of that—I haven’t showed up, like you’re saying. But, if you’ll allow me to make it a kind of twisted compliment, the only reason I did it was because I knew I could trust you absolutely.”
“Heh. Thanks? I think?”
“And all those things you said—I want all of that too. Plus road trips, real road trips. I want to go all over the country with you. See real mountains. Touch the ocean.”
“ ‘Mountains, Gandalf!’ ”
“Exactly. And I want you next to me every step of the way.” She dropped her voice a little as well. “And I wanna make love to you too. And I wanna fuck you until you explode. Just to be clear.”
“Much appreciated.”
“So. Next question: what do you need?”
“Time,” he said again, just as immediately. “Time with you. And trust.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“I trust you to be honest with me, to be faithful to me, but I haven’t quite been able to trust that you’re gonna stay with me.”
“So you want commitment.”
“Yeah. That’s the word.”
“Mmmkay.”
“That and talking. We have not talked enough.”
“So true.”
“And fucking.”
“Most definitely.”
“Your turn.”
“Yup. I need freedom. I need to be able to go where I want. I’ve been so scared of getting trapped that any kind of commitment scared me. When you started getting nervous about UCLA or University of Washington, I started wanting to go there even more. To get out of the trap. I mean,” she added hastily, “you are so not a trap. But that’s how I’ve been feeling for so long, you know? Long before I met you? My dad didn’t want me to go to college. My uncle didn’t want me to go to this college. My mom tried to sabotage me so I’d have to come home. So when you started making scared noises about the West Coast schools, I felt all that all over again: ‘He’s not letting me go.’ ”
“Oh. Oh, shit. I am so sorry. I never meant that.”
“Oh, of course! I knew that, even then. It’s just… well, the brain knows, but the heart feels, and the heart’s got more practice.”
“That is… a darn good line. You see? This is why I want to spend the rest of my life talking with you.”
She chuckled. “Thank you. I never said anything about it because I knew what you meant… but I still felt trapped. So that’s what I need: freedom. And you need commitment.”
“Those don’t have to be opposites.”
“Yeah! That’s exactly what Dr. Vince said… okay, let me back up.” She took a deep breath. “After Spring Break things have been better, yeah?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Well, for me too—or I thought so. Until something broke in class yesterday. I can’t even remember what it was. It was only barely connected to all this. But I just broke down. We’ve been tiptoeing around the issue, and I couldn’t face it any more. Couldn’t face going home to you and dancing around it.
“And then everyone was looking at me funny because, well, Meagan doesn’t cry, she just doesn’t. So I just about ran out of the room when Dr. Vince asked me to wait. He dismissed the class early and sat me down and we talked and talked and talked.”
“That’s why you missed lunch yesterday? You said you were talking to him, but…”
“Yup. I wasn’t quite ready to talk to you about it all—I had to think about it first. He asked me what I wanted, and what I needed, and then he said something I’ve never heard before. He said, ‘There are really three factors in a relationship: what you need, what your partner needs, and what the relationship needs. What does your relationship with Parker need?’ ”
“What did you say?”
“Well, I think I said ‘Huh?’ ‘cause I didn’t get it at first, but then I started figuring it out. I’ve been treating it all as a ‘who wins’ thing. Do I get what I need, or do you get what you need? As if it couldn’t be both. But the relationship needs something else again.”
“What does it need?”
“Well, what do you think?”
“I don’t even know where to start.”
“That’s why I had to wait a day before I had this conversation. To figure it out. Here’s what I think: it needs commitment. But not the kind you’ve been asking for.”
“Huh?”
“Honey, when you talk about the future, you talk about forever. And that ain’t happening. One way or another, this’ll end. I hope it’ll be a long time from now, but this’ll end someday. We don’t know when. And when we try to push it past the time it should end, well—that’s when bad things happen. Especially if it ended because one of us is dead and the other one’s going full-on ‘Monkey’s Paw’.”
Parker laughed. “Fair enough. But what kind of commitment do you mean, then?”
“Well, one more thing before I get to that: when you talk about forever, that’s when I start to feel trapped again. Trapped in a nice place, but still trapped. So that’s part of the freedom I need: not talking about forever.”
“Okay.”
“The kind of commitment I do mean, though, is a lot like what you said earlier about showing up. Commitment as in being all-in. Like the old saying: for bacon and eggs, ‘The chicken was involved, but the pig was committed.’ I don’t know when we’ll be over, hon. But I’m through with half-assing this. Like I was already halfway out the door. Not when all I want to do at the end of the day is be next to you.
“So yeah,” she continued, “a lot more time together. Dr. Vince recommended that we make some commitments about time. And keep our promises. But you gotta do something for the relationship too, hon.”
“What?”
“You have got to stop moping. When I got super-busy, you just… took it. And moped. You didn’t complain, you didn’t get mad, but I could tell you were upset. But you never said anything!”
“I’m not sure that’s totally true…”
“Yeah, probably. But we didn’t talk the way we needed to. So when I start to veer off, when you’re not getting enough, what the relationship needs from you is speaking up.”
“Okay. I’ll try.”
“ ‘Do or do not. There is no—’ ”
“All right, all right! I’ll do it.”
“Good.” She took a deep breath. “Last things. Biggest things.”
“I’m listening.”
“The last, biggest thing we need to do is compromise about the future.”
“Okay…”
“What you need to compromise on—no, wait. That’s not the right way to say it, it’ll just make you mad. Hang on…”
“Hangin’.”
They turned another corner at random and kept walking as Meagan thought.
“’Kay. Let me try it this way. I’ve always said I didn’t want to make you follow me. But Dr. Vince pointed out that this is the time in people’s lives when people do that for each other, if they want to. So: would you follow me, if I asked you to? Even to the West Coast?”
“Yes.”
She sighed with relief. “’Kay. And I’m willing to stay closer if that’s what we need.”
Now it was his turn to sigh.
“I saw a couple of possibilities. One is that I go to Michigan. It’s a good school and it’s not that far away. You finish up here next spring and join me in Ann Arbor for my second year. Then, if we’re still good—we go wherever.”
“Mmkay. What’s the other?”
“I could go to UCLA. It would be a lot harder to see each other that way. Different time zone. And we’d have to fly to visit each other. But then the year after, you could come and join me—and you’d be in Hollywood. Best city in the world for videographers.”
“Oh. Oh, wow.”
“There might be other possibilities but that’s what I’ve got.”
“When do you need to decide?”
“Not until after graduation.”
“All right. Let me think it over.”
“Of course. But that’s for the future. Can we make some commitments for the next four weeks?”
“Yes, please. What did you have in mind?”
“Time, for one. Can we promise each other our Saturdays? No school work, just us time?”
“Yeah, that sounds good. But can we extend it to include Friday night?”
“Oh, definitely. After class on Friday to Sunday at dawn: nothing in the way. Just you and me, love.”
“Sounds good.”
“Dr. Vince says we should work out some routines. Maybe read to each other. Or movie-watching. And sex. He blushed a bit when he said it—I love him so much—but he recommended we make a special time for sex and stick to it.”
“That sounds… um.”
“Yeah, I didn’t like it either, until he pointed out that we don’t have to only have sex during that time. We can still be all spontaneous other times. But he really recommend that we have a set time for it so we don’t miss it and so there’s nothing in the way of it.”
“Mmmkay. I think I can see it.”
“Saturday again?”
“For now, yeah.”
“Anything else you think we need?”
“Food. Can we just make Saturday be date night in general? Make dinner, then make love?”
“Totally.”
“I’m worried about how we’re gonna handle it when we’re long-distance…”
“We’ll work it out. It’ll have to be kind of different, but we’ll make the same commitments about time and so on. You good?”
“Yeah, that’s all for me now.”
She squeezed his arm. “Oh my god. We did it.”
“Hmm?”
“We totally had a serious adult relationship talk and it all made sense and we’re gonna seriously do it.”
“Heh. I guess we did. And we will.”
She stopped him, reached up for him, kissed him. And again.
“I think we’re gonna be okay, lover,” she whispered.
“Yeah. If we can stick to this…”
“And stick together…”
“Yeah. Oh, this feels so darn good.”
“Y’know what else will feel darn good?”
“Fuckin’?”
“Oh hell yes. Celebration sex for sure tonight. But actually I was thinking of something else…”
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“Oh hell yes. Celebration sex for sure tonight. But actually I was thinking of something else…”
“Hmm?”
“Peeing. I’m glad we wrapped up this conversation because I’ve had to go for a while now.”
“My benefit or yours?”
“Mostly mine. But you can share it a little.”
“Thanks.”
She looked around. “Where are we?”
“Um. Good question. I really haven’t been paying attention.”
“Okay, we can figure this out. What’s the street a few houses down from us? 8th?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Well, if it’s going with numbers, then all we have to do is walk back that way until we hit 8th, and then go north.”
“You’re sure it’s that way?”
“Well, we’ll find out when the numbers get bigger or smaller.”
It turned out Meagan was right, and they found 8th after a walk of a few blocks. But the name of the street they were on was totally unfamiliar, and neither was the name of the street after that.
“Pearl Street? Never heard of it.”
“We could be a long way from home.”
“It can’t be that bad, we weren’t walking all that long.”
“Yeah, but still…”
The followed 8th two more unfamiliar blocks, and Meagan sighed. “You know what’s the worst?”
“Hmm?”
“Having to pee and having no idea how long it’ll take you to get to the bathroom. Are we five blocks out? Twenty? Who knows?”
“I’m pretty sure if we’d gone twenty blocks we would have crossed the city limits.”
“Really? Clearly I should have done more exploring. Or I wish Dacy were here. She’d know where we were.”
“We know where we are, and we know how to get home. It’s really not that bad.”
“Unless you’ve got to pee.”
“You’re so good at this, hon. You’ll make it.”
“Oh, I’ll make it. No doubt about that. I’m just not gonna enjoy it.”
“Well, you could always go knock on a door and ask to use the bathroom.”
“Oh heck no.”
“You could hide behind a bush in someone’s yard.”
“In this town, that seems like a great way to get shot.”
Two blocks later:
“Well, I’m still not gonna pop a squat in someone’s yard. But if we found a park with nice big bushes…”
“You’re getting desperate pretty fast tonight.”
“I did have a beer with dinner,” she said, “but mostly it’s the not knowing. If you told me I’d have to hold it for another hour exactly and no longer, I totally could. Well, probably could. But not knowing if it’ll be five minutes or five hours…”
“No way is it five hours.”
“Oh, of course, but my bladder doesn’t know that.”
But two blocks later, they saw the headlights whizzing past on the main road up ahead of them, and after another few short blocks, they found their alley and turned up it.
“Finally!” Meagan said as they crunched up the gravel of the driveway toward the back door. But it was locked, so they went around to the side door.
“This one’s locked, too?”
“Weird.”
“Front door, then!”
A moment later:
“They’re all locked?”
“I didn’t bring my keys.”
“I didn’t either.”
“I mean, I was just going out to sit on the swing for a bit. Wasn’t planning on going for a long walk.”
“And I figured people would still be here when we got back.” Meagan looked back at the driveway. “They are still here. Or at least their cars are.”
“Knock, I guess.”
After several repeated knocks, they got no answer.
“Fuck,” Meagan said. “This is really fuckin’ annoying.”
“Go around the side, under the stairs?”
“For what?—Oh, to pee? Nah, I don’t need to do that yet. I just need them to open the fucking door!” This last was a bit louder, and followed by hammering.
“Wait—what was that?”
“Huh?”
“I thought I heard… giggling.”
“Aw crap. We’re getting pranked, aren’t we.”
“Pssst!”
They turned. Trav and Mitchell were standing in the shadows at the corner of the house. Meagan and Parker walked over.
“What’s going on?” Parker asked.
“So Zeph decided it would be funny to lock you two out,” Trav said.
“I didn’t like that,” Mitchell went on, “so I went to open the back door. But the other girls jumped me and pushed me out, and now they’re guarding all the doors.”
“How’d you get out?” Parker asked Trav.
“Window. I think Lucy closed it behind me. But I did manage to bring these.” He held up two squirt guns and a bag of water balloons.
“What are those for?”
“Revenge,” Trav said.
“I’m so down,” Meagan said. “Hand me that soaker, I’m gonna get ‘em all good.”
“We need more firepower,” Trav said. “Or hydropower, I guess. I didn’t manage to get all my guns, Lucy’s still got the big one.”
They’d all seen “the big one.” It was essentially a giant red syringe that could be filled with water through a simple drawing mechanism, and forced back out with considerable speed and force.
“Why do you have so many water guns, anyway?” Mitchell asked.
“Emergency preparedness.”
“You’re certainly prepared for this particular emergency,” Parker noted.
“Exactly. But we still need more. I think Zach’s still inside. Start filling these up, I’ll go knock on his window.” He handed Mitchell the water balloons and headed back around the house.
“Where’s the spigot?” Mitchell asked.
“Here on the side,” Parker said.
“Stay low, we don’t want them to see us,” Meagan said.
All three squatted down by the spigot, and Mitchell turned on the tap to begin filling the balloons. Meagan winced and shifted from a squat to a kneel. Parker rubbed her shoulder gently and gave her a Doing okay? look. She shrugged and rolled her eyes: It is what it is.
By the time they had twenty water balloons filled up, and Meagan’s squirt gun as well, she was definitely on full lockdown—but with a fierce, determined look in her eyes.
But now they hit another snag. Trav came jogging back, and told them, “Zach’s not home yet. He should be back soon and we’ll have another on our side, but if they don’t let him in either…”
“Yeah, they’ve definitely got the upper hand, being inside.”
“How many keys have we got?” Trav asked.
“We don’t have any,” Meagan said. “That’s why we’re in this mess to begin with.”
“I’ve always got mine,” Mitchell said.
“I think that’s the only one we’ve got, then,” Trav said. “We’d better look for some open windows—or try to draw them off one of the doors.”
“And stay out of sight!” Meagan urged. “We should catch ‘em by surprise.”
They circled the house, ducking under windows or dashing past them when hiding was impossible. After a quick circuit, they discovered that every door and window was closed to them.
“Shiiit,” Trav said. “If we can’t get in… and we can’t make them come out…”
“Wait!” Meagan said.
“What?”
“Hon, did you close our window upstairs?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Those screens on our windows can be taken out,” Meagan told the other two, not going into any detail about how she’d discovered this. “Maybe we could get up on the porch roof and get in that way?”
“Good idea,” Trav said.
The porch roof was narrow but would surely hold one person, what with the strong plantation-style pillars holding it up. Trav eyed these, then wrapped his arms and legs around it and started scooting up. The problem was, this put him in full view of the front-room windows, so it was quite obvious what he was doing. And the pranksters inside were not about to let him punch a hole in their defenses like that.
The front door swung open. Zephyr and Lucy came out shooting. Meagan, Parker, and Mitchell ran for cover, or to put some distance between them and Lucy’s huge water gun; Trav, however, grabbed the edge of the roof and pulled himself up and onto it. When Parker looked up a moment later, Trav was already climbing inside. Parker wondered he’d left anything embarrassing or incriminating lying around.
But he had other things to worry about—particularly Lucy’s portable firehose, which was launching water way farther than Meagan’s squirt gun could. Meagan had gotten drenched already but hadn’t been able to reach Lucy at all. Zeph was spraying around with a smaller water pistol as well. Mitchell was trying to get close enough to hit them with a water balloon, but he couldn’t do that and dodge their spray.
Nobody was watching Parker, however, and he had a balloon in each hand. He tried to slip up alongside. Zeph saw him coming and turned to spray him down, but he hurled one balloon just as she did. The resulting explosion left her shirt totally drenched. Parker got a piece of her water, too—but his second balloon burst at Lucy’s bare feet and made her jump back, distracted. Mitchell took the moment to plaster her with another balloon in turn. Meagan charged forward and sprayed both girls down with her gun.
As Lucy fled back into the house, Zephyr tried to close the door—but Meagan kept right on spraying, not worrying about the water flying around past the TV, and Parker ran forward with another balloon he’d picked up from the stash. He caught a full blast from Lucy’s cannon right in the face, however, and he was blinded for a moment.
Just then, Zeph shrieked as she got hit by water from an unexpected direction. Trav charged down the steps from upstairs and hit both girls from behind—paying particular attention to his girlfriend, naturally, but both Lucy and Zeph retreated. Lucy had apparently run out of water anyway, and Zephyr wasn’t about to try and hold the front room against all four of the attackers at once. Lucy ran down the hall and into the bathroom, probably trying to reload. Zephyr fell back into the kitchen, to do the same. Val came running up the back hall from where she’d been guarding the back door, only to run right into Trav, pursuing Lucy, with Mitchell lobbing a balloon in support. Meagan chased Zephyr into the kitchen, however, and Parker stuck with his girl.
As he entered the kitchen, he saw Zephyr at the sink, dripping wet and doubled over, laughing uncontrollably. In between the laughs she gasped out, “Stop, stop, I’m gonna piss myself!”
“So?” Meagan said. “I already pissed myself!” And she unloaded the last of her water onto the girl. Parker helpfully tossed in another water balloon.
Zephyr shrieked again and fell over. With one hand she unleashed all the water in her gun at Meagan and Parker—most of it splashed at their feet. With the other she grabbed her crotch—catching Parker’s full attention. Which meant he was looking straight at the right spot, at the right moment, to see a stream burst out between Zeph’s fingers. It only lasted for a second, and in another moment the pee would have been totally indistinguishable from the massive puddle on the kitchen floor. And it only happened because her clothes were already soaked, so there was no other evidence. But Parker knew what he’d seen.
The laughter finally trailed off. The housemates finally got themselves under control and assessed the damage. The front room carpet had several giant wet spots, but it was a thoroughly disgusting carpet anyway, and so the soaking might actually do it some good. The kitchen floor was a lake. Everyone involved was drenched, and everyone’s abs hurt from laughing so hard. High-fives were exchanged, broken water balloons were picked up, every dish towel in the house was laid down to soak up the lake on the kitchen, and then everyone straggled back to their respective rooms to change.
“So Zephyr totally peed herself,” Parker said as he stripped off his shirt.
“Did she?”
“Yup. Right when she fell over. I saw it.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Trust you to spot that.”
“And, um… you said something, too…”
She looked coy. “Did I?”
“Guess I missed something. Or was that a joke?”
“No joke,” she said, half-shrugging. Since she’d paused to answer his questions halfway through taking off her bra, after stripping off her sodden t-shirt, this was a fascinating gesture.
“You really…?”
“Yeah, when Lucy hit me with all that water all at once. Totally lost control for a second.”
“Only a second?”
“Well… and then again when Zeph got me in the kitchen…” She got her bra the rest of the way off.
He started to harden. Since this meant his erection was trying to work its way through wet fabric, which chafed quite a bit, he hurriedly pulled his cock loose.
“Hmmmmmmm,” Meagan said. “You liked that?”
“Guess I did.”
“Would you also be interested to know that I still gotta go? Didn’t let it all out, after all.”
“Yes. Yes, I’m very interested.”
“Well, in that case—watch this.”
She spread her legs slightly, leaned forward slightly, and… let go.
It was her usual explosion. Since her jeans were already entirely drenched, the piss went wherever it could. A lot of it gushed right through the wet fabric. Some of it ran down her legs. He could see the rivulet through the gaping hole in the knee, and was fascinated by the branching flow of the stream. It all ended up on the floor eventually, mingling with the water she’d already dripped.
“I can’t believe you did that,” he whispered, awed. And hardening all the more.
She shrugged. “I’d already started. Decided I might as well finish the job. Especially if this is the result,” she added, and ran her hand up the length of his shaft. She rested her palm on his tip, fingers spread wide. Their eyes locked. Then their lips.
They broke apart at last for air. “So I should probably take a shower,” she whispered, hand behind his head, fingers twining through his hair. “Anything we should do before that?”
“Yes. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes…”
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Afterward—
after she’d bent over the bed and looked over her shoulder to invite him in, after he’d filled her right back up again, after they’d showered together, hands lingering as they’d washed every inch of each other’s bodies—
—they cuddled naked under the covers. The clothes and towels were all tucked away, the puddle on the floor was drying. They were taking turns kissing each other, light pecks all over each other’s faces and necks and shoulders.
“You know what that was, right?” Meagan asked.
“Hmm. What?”
“Our first fuck of full commitment,” she said.
“Heh. I like the sound of it.”
“Wanna hear something better?”
“Sure.”
“It won’t be the last.”
“Oh, that sounds so good. So incredibly good.”
“Believe it, love. I got you, and I’m not letting go any time soon.”
“Neither am I. Nev—not never. But definitely not letting go right now.”
She grinned. “You’re learning.” Then she chuckled and added, “I’m learning. We’re learning.”
“I like the sound of that, too.”
“ ‘Learning’ ?”
“ ‘We.’ ”
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It was 16:55 on a Tuesday afternoon. Jade was finishing off her last little bit of work before leaving for her journey home. She had been working away for the day and was a 2 hour train journey away from home.
The train she had booked her ticket for was leaving at 17:10 sharp and she knew she had to hurry straight to the station to get there before it left. There was only one small problem! Jade had neglected to pee within the last 5 hours! She knew she couldn't go just before 5 as she could be called on the phone at any point! She also knew full well that she wouldn't have time to pee between 17:00 and when her train arrived! She just couldn't risk missing this train!
The clock hit 17:00. Jade jumped up out of her desk chair and hurried for the exit of the office. She was a very smart looking lady. She was wearing a lovely pair of black tights, a perfect leather pencil skirt and a pair of cute ballet flats. She was never one for high heels! They just hurt far more than necessary!
Jade hurried through the lobby of the office building, her bag swinging by her side. The was only short, she was moving as fast as her legs could carry her.
The train station was packed full of people. It was 17:07 and she knew she could perhaps get away with going for a quick pee before getting on the train. She hurried to where the toilets were only to find them totally full of people. Her bladded throbbed a little as if to highlight the need to her more. She shuffled on the spot a little and then turned away from the toilets and headed back to the platform. The gently throb of her bladder was begining to highlight how much of a mistake that would be!
The train arrived bang on time. It clattered into the station, looking much worse for wear than the trains that Jade was used to travelling on. As it slowly rolled past she eyed up the carriages looking for places to sit. There was nowhere! It was totally rammed with people just like her, hurrying to get home. With a loud screech the train stopped. The doors lazily opened as if they were right on the edge of failing. Jade slid her self into the busy carriage and found somewhere to stand.
"Made it!" she thought.
Jade had done this route before. She knew that after the next 2/3 stations many of the people would get off, freeing up space and allowing her to sit. She found her self a nice spot and settled in. A couple of stations passed and as usual the train slowly emptied. She was 1 hour 40 minutes away from home. She knew her bladder would most likely not wait that long! After the majority of people had left the train she found her self a quiet area and settled into a seat. As she sat she felt her bladder throb softly in her lower tummy. She decided she best go and find a toilet. She may as well get her self as comfortable as possible if she was going to spend the next hour and 30 stuck on this hot train.
Walking up through the carriages Jade was getting worried. She had been through 3 so far and not a single one had a toilet! Surely they couldn't run a train with no toilets, she thought. Heading through the 5th carriage she saw a toilet sign. She felt her self naturally hurry up as she reached the door.
"Out of Order" she muttered as she read the sign on the door. "Surely not!" Jade felt her bladder twinge in her tummy. How could this be?! How could she be on a train that has no toilets at all! Well, working ones anyway!
She hurried back to her seat and settled into it. Her bladder was starting to give her very clear warnings now. She hadn't peed for 5 hours and 45 minutes! Way to long considering she had drank a bottle of water and two large coffees in that time. She was glad that her bladder was as big as it was otherwise she would have already been sat in a wet pair of tights! Another 15 minutes passed. She knew that the train was going to stop in one of the stations for longer than most others. It usually stayed for around 5 minutes. Maybe she could jump off, pee, and hurry back onto the train without it leaving. It was the next station that the train usually stayed in, but Jade had noticed that the train was running late. There was no way it would be stopping for the full 5 minutes. She couldn't risk her self getting stranged.
As the train pulled into the station Jade was looking out the window. She saw the sign for the toilets and her bladder throbbed. She instantly crossed her legs and put one hand gently on her lower tummy as if to reassure her poor bladder that it would all be OK.
With an hour to go, Jade was struggling. The train was very quiet apart from 5/6 people in her carriage with her. She was starting to panic a bit and was getting worried that she'd not make it home. The train shook as it went over a rough patch of track and her bladder strongly reminder her that it would appreciate relief. She clenched her pee muscles tight and bit her lip softly. She reached into her bag and took out a book and began reading. Maybe a good story would take her mind off her poor aching bladder. It didn't work. It had been nearly 7 hours since she had last peed and her bladder was making her seriously aware of this. Every shudder of the carriages made her muscles twinge. She could feel her self getting hot with panic and she really needed relief. Another station and yet another toilet sign! Again her bladder was denied the relief that it was begging for. She felt as though she was torturing her self. Her poor bladder and her quivering little pee hole were both struggling with the desperation and there was nothing she could do!
With a whole 45 minutes of the journey remaining Jade was begining to properly stress. By now her bladder was consistantly achining and her muscles felt as though they were really struggling. It was only her sheer determination not to soak her panties that was keeping her pee hole clenched tightly shut. Her phone rang, and she answered. It was her best friend wanting to talk about weekend plans. Jade could hardly focus on the conversation, consistantly having to ask her friend to repeat her self. It wasn't her fault! She was using every ounce of focus to keep her little lacy panties dry! After the 5 minute phone call she went straight back to stressing. By now she wasn't even worried as to how she looked. She could feel her self sweating and wasn't even atempting to hide the fact she was squirming. She slid one of her ballet flats off and tucked her foot under her bum, pressing her heel firmly into her private area. It offered little relief! She wriggled back into her normal sitting position, looked around and once she had confirmed no one was around, she slowly unzipped the size of her leather skirt. She felt the tight waist band sligtly loosen, just enough to take a tiny bit of pressure off her huge bladder bulge!
She carressed her poor bladder, gently stroking it through her blouse.
"Just 35 minutes! That's all! Just half an hour! And then I can relieve you!" She thought to her self as she wriggled in her seat. Suddenly a wave of desperation came over her. Instinct took over and she thrust her hand down the front of her unzipped skirt and grabbed her self. Instantly she realised what she had done and withdrew her hand. Her bladder spasmed hard and she felt as though she was about to piss right this second. She quickly looked around again and grabbed her pussy tightly.
"This is ridiculous! You're a big girl! You can hold your pee!" She thought to her self as she gripped even tighter between her legs. Another huge wave overcame her. This time she genuinely panicked fully. She slid her hand tighter between her legs and slammed her legs firmly together, trapping her hand between them. Her poor pee hole stood strong and remained clamped shut, but she knew it wouldn't be long now!
With 25 minute remaining, Jade's bladder had really started to give up. By now she was practically keeping her pee in by squeezing tight on her pee hole. She knew full well she wasn't making it home. She had to do something! And quick!
Just before the next station she began the challenge of preparing to get off. She knew that from this station it would be at least a 30 minute walk to her house, but at least if she was off the train she may have more options and places to pee. She began to slowly zip up her skirt. This was easier said than done when her hand was down the front of it. She slid her hand out. Instantly she felt as though she was going to pee her self, but she focused all of her energy onto her pee hole and made it stay shut! She slid the zip up and gently, slowly stood up out of her seat. Her pussy quivered with desperation. She had never EVER felt such a painful desperation sensation between her legs before. She had no idea how she was holding it in and was just damn pleased that she was!
The train slowly stopped in the station. Jade hurried to the doors as fast as she could shuffle. She had to walk with her legs pressed tight together and it was making it very difficult. Every single step moved her pussy muscles slightly enough to make her worry that they would give in any second. The doors opened and instantly she dived off the train. The cold air hit her like a brick wall. Instantly she felt her pussy give way and a huge spurt of pee escape into her panties!
"Nooooo!" She wimpered softly as the warmth spread between her soft pussy lips. "Pleeease noo!" Her pussy must have heard her begs and some how regained it's composure. She felt the leak subside and her pee hole muscles cramp with pain. Slowly but surely she shuffled off the platform and to the stair way. Every single step was torture, each lift of her legs put a tiny little bit extra pressure on her bladder. It may have only been 1% extra but when you're already at 110% that 1% really can push you over the edge! She reached the top of the stairs, looked around, and once she had confirmed the lack of people around, instantly unzipped her skirt slightly and grabbed her self firmly between her legs. Her fingers were instantly wet with pee, but she didn't care one bit! Just so long as no more came leaking out, she was happy!
She gently caressed her pussy, proud of it's determination so far. She heard footsteps and quickly slid her hand out from between her legs and zipped up her skirt again. Once again the extra pressure from her skirt waist made her wimper.
She began slowly shuffling towards the exit of the station. As soon as she reached the door way she began hurrying. Faster and faster just to get away from anyone that was around. She quickly hurried down a back alley way and instantly she felt her pussy give way again. Her pee hole burst open, spraying a hot jet of pee straigt into her cute panties. There was no stopping it this time, it just flooded out endlessly. The warmth spread fast around her private area and quickly flooded down her legs guided by her tights. Her ballet flats filled with pee in seconds and overflowed all over the pavement. Her pee felt like it was never going to end, it finally stopped after around 60 whole seconds!
She looked around to confirm that no one was about. She was safe! She hadn't been seen. She wanted to be angry that she had peed her self, but she could only feel proud of her bladder and pussy and their extreme determination to not to allow her to wet her self in front of other people!
It was still near enough full daylight though, and Jade still had a 30 minute walk home! She decided to take her tights off and throw them away. This would leave just her leather skirt, and cute ballet flats, neither of which really showed wetness much at all. She unzipped her skirt, and slid her tights down underneath. She the slipped one foot out of her ballet flat and pulled the tights off that leg. Her toes were glistening with pee, and placing them back into her ballet flats felt strange as her toes submerged into the hot pee.
The entire 30 minute walk home her delicate feet splashed around in her pissy ballet flats and her pee soaked panties clinged tightly to her worn out delicate little pussy. She was proud of what she had managed to do considering how desperate the circumstances were!
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Here's a short story I wrote based on the first Equestria Girls movie, where Princess Twilight tries to adjust to being human. I could actually see this having happened, but of course they wouldn't show it.
Princess Twilight's Potty Failure
Princess Twilight Sparkle covered her head as the students walked through the halls of Canterlot High after the bell rang. She was in a strange world, she had been turned into a bizarre creature she had never seen before that couldn't use magic, and she now had to somehow win her crown back at the Fall Formal. She didn't know how this could get any worse.
Until, a feeling hit her that was the last thing she needed right now. She needed to pee. Badly. She had forgotten to go before she left Equestria.
She made her way through the crowd to the bathrooms. She looked at the two doors, which each had a symbol on them. She remembered which one she had walked into that was the boys' bathroom before, so she figured the other one must be the girls' bathroom. She walked into that bathroom, hoping that whatever was inside the stalls wouldn't be something complicated that she also didn't know about.
To her relief, she saw familiar-looking toilets inside the stalls. This should be easy. She would have sighed in relief, except that her bladder was still full.
Twilight ran into a stall and closed the door. She grabbed the lock with her mouth and closed it, set her backpack containing Spike on the floor, and then sat on the toilet, lifting her skirt around her.
As she started to pee, she let out a sigh of relief, but then she realized that something felt off. She could hear her pee splashing into the toilet, but she could also feel a warm and wet sensation around her crotch and butt, as if she was wetting herself.
She lifted her skirt up and gasped. She was wearing something underneath her skirt, something she didn't recognize because ponies didn't wear it under their dresses. It was red, and only seemed to cover her nether regions, being less than shorts. She noticed how all of these creatures seemed to be wearing something, and her outfit had just materialized out of thin air when she transformed. They must not be as comfortable showing their butts and crotch areas as ponies were. She considered asking Fluttershy what this garment was, but knew that it might arouse suspicion. Besides, if her theory was right, then Fluttershy might not be comfortable talking about it.
Twilight was still peeing, and she knew that whatever this part of her outfit was, was already soaking wet, so she didn't try to pull it down. She blushed a little, even though no one could see it. She, a princess of Equestria, was wetting herself. This was so undignified.
Once she finished, she stood up. Her skirt hid the wet part of her outfit well, and she walked out of the stall.
Spike, who had respectfully looked away while Twilight was on the toilet, poked his head out of her backpack and sniffed. "Twilight, did you get a little pee on your dress?"
Twilight blushed beet red. "No, I... I'm wearing something else under my dress that I didn't know about. I don't know what this is exactly, except that it's wet now. Please don't tell anyone."
Spike laughed, and then said "Of course I won't. Besides, I'm not supposed to talk in front of anyone here, remember?"
...
Twilight had to stay in her wet state for the entire day, but no one noticed, as her skirt remained dry - until Fluttershy accidentally splashed fruit juice all over the front of her skirt at the cafeteria.
While at the school library, Twilight noticed a clothing magazine, and took a look at it. Flipping through the pages, she recognized what she was wearing underneath her skirt as soon as she saw it. It was called "panties". She was a little perplexed as to why it seemed to be plural, but it also seemed to go by the name "underwear". At least she wouldn't have to ask Fluttershy now.
When she was trying to adjust to what she was, dropping a stack of library books and trying to work a photocopying machine, eventually she needed to pee again, more so than last time due to all she had drank in the past few hours.
She ran into the bathroom, and into one of the stalls, closing it the same way as last time. She tried to reach her panties with her mouth, but couldn't bend that far in this form. She knew she couldn't use magic either, so she tried to pull them down with her hands. However, because she wasn't used to her hands yet, she couldn't get a firm enough grip on them to pull them down. She might have been able to if she could focus clearly on it, but she needed to pee really badly and was in a rush to get them down.
"Come on, come on, come on!" said Twilight, desperately trying to get a hold on her panties. "I really have to go! I don't wanna wet myself again!"
After a few minutes of this, she couldn't hold it anymore, and started to pee uncontrollably. There was nothing for it but to sit on the toilet, lifting her skirt out of the line of fire. For the second time today, she peed through her underwear into the toilet, with a mixed sigh of relief and dismay. This time felt a little more embarrassing in that she had just lost control and peed herself involuntarily.
She was sure a bit of pee had gotten on her skirt before she sat down, but it had already dried from the fruit juice, and she was sure this would dry faster.
Fortunately, this was one place Snips and Snails didn't follow her, since they'd likely get in trouble for spying on someone in the bathroom. So whatever else they recorded, no one but Spike would ever know she wet herself.
...
She slept in the library that night, in a bed Spike made out of books. Her panties were damp when she went to sleep, but dried overnight.
The following morning, she woke up and stretched. Once again, she noticed an urge to pee, as she often did first thing in the morning. She was sure she would end up peeing herself a third time, but she at least had to make an effort not to, so she made her way to the library bathroom.
She entered a stall and tried to pull her panties down, noticing in the process that they were dry now. She hoped they'd stay that way, but she wasn't very anxious about wetting herself, since she'd already done it twice.
To her relief, she was able to grab her panties and pull them down this time. She sat on the toilet with her skirt positioned correctly, and sighed of immense relief as she peed. She had a feeling this was the last time she would wet herself.
She lifted her panties up and sniffed. They still smelled of urine, but it was less noticeable than when they were wet, and she figured one would have to be right next to her crotch or butt to notice, and she had a feeling that... whatever she was... didn't push each other's butts with their heads like ponies often did. At least, she hoped they didn't, but as they walked on two legs, it seemed unlikely they would.
She'd have to wear her soiled underwear for the rest of her time here, even if she changed into something else, but as they were dry now she didn't mind.
Once she finished peeing, she put her panties back on and flushed. She kind of felt like she'd just been potty trained again.
She exited the bathroom, completely dry, and began compiling a list of talking points to win over all the school groups so she could become Princess of the Fall Formal. She was still a little nervous, but feeling more confident. |
A very lucky experience that I had back in my senior year of high school: My parents divorced when I was very young, and my father had remarried a woman named Susan shortly thereafter. Susan had a daughter of her own named Cassie. Cassie and I had grown to become close friends when we very young. We were about the same age, and we spent many nights playing card games and board games together as there was not much else to do in a house for two kids with way too much energy, up til 3am every night riddled with adrenaline. Cassie was very chubby as a young girl, but I had to admit that I found her face very pretty in spite of her chubby non-figure. One incident struck me perhaps a bit more than it should have. While playing truth of dare on night, I chose dare ,and she said to me, "I dare you to kiss me!" And so, without thinking, I leaned in and obliged her silly dare. When I kissed her however, with her right hand behind my head, she pulled me in tight and made out for me for much longer than was appropriate for two people who were now ostensibly siblings (step siblings). I still to this day wonder what made her do such a sultry thing, but I think now, that as we both had just begun to enter the age of puberty, it was nothing more than hormones and natural exploration that compelled her to dare me to kiss her, and then prolong that wicked kiss, and after all, we weren't blood related right? "That was fun." was all she said afterward.
As we grew older however, things between us changed. Cassie had begun to do all sorts of exercise routines in order to lose the extra weight she had been born with, and her figure had grown scandalously sexy. She never could have achieved the figure she had had she not been chubby as a young girl. I have to admit, it was her butt, her big, beautiful, behind. She had lost most of the excess weight she had been endowed with from birth, but try as she might, she couldn't get her behind small, the way she wanted it, and you must remember, this was the 80s, so pancake ass was in back in those days, long before everybody fell in love with the "thick" girls of hip-hop music videos. I however, must have been some sort of a pioneer of the "thick" (or thicc, as they spell it) fetish, for I found myself less and less comfortable as I was struggling with raging hormones and shared a house with my voluptuously built step-sister.
There were a few occasions that particularly woke me up internally to the slowly rising tide of lust I was to develop for Cassie. Once, after completing a long exercise routine to one of those corny old "fitness" videos, she came into my room, completely drenched in sweat.
"You stink Cassie, get out of here, go take a shower!" I said to her as she entered my room and walked up to me. (Secretly she didn't smell at all, and looked ridiculously sexy with her hard abdominal muscles expose in her tube top, her little poky nipples just barely visible beneath the fabric.)
"I need to ask you a question, but please don't tell anybody about this." she said quietly.
"Okay." I replied.
"I'm really trying to slim down" she said.
She then turned around, revealing her beautiful butt in tight, spandex shorts. My jaw dropped, my mouth watered, and dick twitched when I saw those two, globular butt cheeks pushing against the stretchy shorts material. There is a youtuber with a figure similar, Vantoee, for you to get an idea of my Cassie's fit, yet curvaceous, behind. She had sweat pooled at her crotch and up the crack of her big round butt, darkening the material in those areas, and she stood there for a moment, and I was confused suddenly. I thought she had turned around to make for the door to close it, but she just stood there.
"I know it sounds weird, but I need you to tell me if my butt's getting any smaller, I think it's still too big."
She then suddenly pulled down her shorts about halfway down to reveal about four inches of butt-crack, and those gloriously round butt cheeks, that beautiful ass, glistening with sweat, was exposed just enough to arouse my hunger and make me feel instantly light headed as I stared, mesmerized.
"Uhhh....." escaped my mouth against my will, and I quickly pulled my sweater over my crotch to hide what I was unwillingly experiencing, a hardening cock.
"What do you think?" she asked, still facing away from me.
My face felt hot and flushed, I was unbelievably turned on.
"Uhh yeah, it looks great." Was all I could muster, and I regretted it instantly. We had been in good relations for years, and I didn't want to somehow ruin it suddenly just because I was horny for Cassie.
"Great? That's no help! Am I slimming down or not?" she asked sharply.
"Yeah, you're losing weight Cassie." I said with an ever-so-slight hint of anger in my voice, as I desperately needed her to leave so that I could furiously, ashamedly, masturbate and end my aroused torture.
She turned around.
"Thanks I guess, Im gonna go do more." she said, and left. I took care of myself in about twenty five seconds. "This could get bad." I thought to myself.
A couple more incidents took place to stir up my hormones, due to my step-sister. Once, upon just waking up, I walked into the kitchen just in my boxers and a t-shirt. My dad worked weekends at the time and he sat there, eating cereal at the kitchen counter, dressed up for work.
"Morning." we said to each other. I reached into the fridge and grabbed the cranberry juice to pour myself a glass. When I shut the fridge, Cassie had entered, wearing nothing but a thin cotton t-shirt up top, nipples poking through, and tight, nearly see-through panties over her gloriously thick thighs and her tiny little pussy, just the slightest little cleft of camel toe saying hello for the morning.
My father looked up and said to her sharply, "Cassie, put some clothes on, you're not a little girl anymore!"
She looked surprised and annoyed, and looked over at me.
"He's only in boxers!" she said defensively.
"That's different." replied my father.
"How?" she asked.
"It just is, Cassie, now go!" he said.
She turned around and waltzed quickly from the room, her fit yet fat ass waving goodbye to us, the fabric of her panties being so thin as to reveal her butt crack between those two basket-ball sized butt cheeks. I stared for a second before looking quickly to the ground, lest my father see me ogle his wife's daughter.
The incident that really soiled our relationship with each other, at least temporarily, was when she was doing her exercises one day, and asked me to help her. I was supposed to hold down her feet to help her to do crunches, tightening up her already sexy, sweaty stomach. I agreed, and it started off innocently enough, but when she leaded back to the floor for her first crunch, the fabric of her tiny little shorts were pulled tightly against her womanhood, revealing the shape of two beautiful lips, as though begging for a kiss. “Oh to be those shorts upon those lips, that I might have a kiss.” I soliloquized internally to myself watching this ridiculously sexy burlesque show of the female anatomy. I was uncomfortably turned on watching her, and when she did her final crunch, breathing heavily, and tried to pull herself to her feet, she lost her balance and fell forward onto me, and the worst part was, her right hand fell, open-palmed, right onto my engorged, hard member, through my thin basket-ball shorts. Feeling it, she looked up to me and smiled a quick smile that then rapidly disappeared as she looked right into the eyes of her step-brother. A look of disgust quickly washed across her face as I blushed deeply.
“Umm, okay.” she said, shaking her head, as she left the room abruptly. We didn’t speak for nearly a week after this little incident, and our relations were never the same thereafter.
Cassie became a cheerleader in our high school. She was definitely one of the hotter girls of the school, and I was incredibly annoyed that even friends of mine commented on her curvaceous figure. One nerdy kid, Jim Loftman, even went so far as to capture a polaroid shot up her skirt during her cheerleading drills one day. Fortunately, I made him never to tell anybody who the picture was of, but the polaroid shot of the tight, cotton panties stretched over the bodacious bottom of the mystery girl circulated among male students of the school before a teacher confiscated it and ripped it to shreds one day.
Cassie soon got a boyfriend, and there is nothing to arouse disgust (or ashamedly, lust) like the sound of your step-sister fucking in her bedroom, just next door to yours.
The event that I’m about to describe to you happened on homecoming night.
It was a magical decade, the 80s. Huge bouffants of teased, colored hair and skin-tight neon jeans populated and colonized the fashion sensibilities of the females of the day. Bright lipstick and face glitter facing you everywhere you went, looking like Andy Warhol pop-art renditions of once familiar faces, having you believe that with style both as vibrant and as ubiquitous as it was, the girls must have been trying to blend in, not with their background, but with each other, like a pack of zebras. Slasher movies, cocaine, bowling alleys, and REO Speedwagon’s “Keep on Loving You” set-dressed the decade, never guessing that the culture would ferment, over the succeeding years, like a sweet wine, and never like vinegar.
It was homecoming night, and my step-mother decided to chaperone a little pep rally party at our house at the time. This wasn’t unexpected, Susan had become friends with many of the mothers of the neighborhood and town, and that friends of mine’s parents were friends with my own, like an odd, expanded Brady Bunch episode, joyous and agreeable.
The event had started at about 6 o’clock that evening, and multiple families had gathered at our house for finger sandwiches and even a few apple-tinis, getting inebriated and rallied-up for the return of the home team of our little New England town. Mrs. Clarkson had showed up, eager to help my stepmom with the errands and chores. Mrs. Clarkson was a long time family friend of ours, was the mother of one of Cassie’s friends Emily, and perhaps in some way most importantly, was also one of our (Cassie and I’s) teachers. Mrs. Clarkson taught chemistry, and was exceptional at teaching her subject. She was also a real health-nut, and was incredibly fit. I had known her for years for the connection she shared with my mother, and knew her once as Lisa, but when I had made the mistake once of calling her Lisa in class, she politely but adamantly informed me, in front of the rest of the class mates, “You’ll call me Mrs. Clarkson, Alex.” And since then, I had stuck to calling her by the preferred name, Mrs. Clarkson, inside and outside of class.
Maybe it was because I’d known her since I was a small child, or maybe it was because she was currently a teacher of mine at the time, and a wholesome teacher deeply and passionately involved with the state of affairs of education, going so far as to consistently try to rally support for the teacher’s union, but for whatever reason, I had never seen, or thought, of her as being very attractive. She was a slim woman with a pretty face for sure, but I think I had some sort of a mental block against her for how I conceptualized her in my mind, as exactly the sort of patriotic, all-American figure who would almost certainly frown upon certain favored vices and pastimes of mine, like smoking copious amounts of marijuana, the way I had taken to in those days.
Tonight was different, however, Mrs. Clarkson, later explaining that it was the only skirt she had had in red, the school’s color, had shown up wearing a skirt that in school may have been just a little bit too tight short and a little bit too tight for academia to deem appropriate, and looking her up and down, it was almost surreal just how subtly erotic Mrs. Clarkson suddenly appeared. She wore high-heels, elevating her ass gracefully like a ballerina standing on tippy-toes, and her legs were long, tan, and taught, rock hard calves, tight, muscular thighs, exposed up to just a couple of of inches beneath her beautifully rounded behind, taught and muscular from hours of stair-master routines and squat weight-lifting. Her skirt was short to be sure, but was also incredibly tight, painted on her like a second skin. It was so tight in fact that you could clearly, too clearly, see the pushed out outline of her panties beneath, a beautifully articulated triangle squeezing her beautifully round, taught behind.
I gazed at her from afar, down the hallway from my room, and wondered for a moment if she only appeared as mysteriously, unexpectedly, sexy to me because I was so stoned. I had just smoked a joint beside my open bedroom window, and now, in my cannabis induced paranoia, feared that my lust may appear to be just a little bit too obvious as I gazed at the bright red skirt enveloping her derrière, and being stoned, I took joy in the way the red plastic party cups she carried matched the color of her vibrant red skirt. She looked cinematic, Mrs. Clarkson did, in much the same way as Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate did. “What a Fox”, I thought to myself.
It wasn’t only me apparently, as just as Mrs. Clarkson walked into the kitchen, the half-drunk mothers instantly erupted with comments and whooping applause.
“What a skirt!” I heard one woman say.
“Are you joining the cheerleaders tonight Lisa?! With that skirt you ought to be the cheer captain!” Another woman said.
“I don’t see a skirt! All I see is legs!” My stepmother Susan said.
“What exercises do you do? I hate to say it girl, but your butt looks fantastic!” My stepmom’s drunk friend Kelly uttered. “There’s something it reminds me of!” She said. The women paused awkwardly before laughing uproariously together at this shared moment of drunken gaiety.
I decided, eventually, in the ironic way that makes sense only when you’re high, to make my presence known, thinking that if I did so, nobody would suspect that I was high. I strolled into the kitchen, and as I did so, the women all turned and greeted me joyously.
The next couple of hours proceeded with me hanging out with my stepmom’s friends, helping out with the casseroles and finger sandwiches and generally having a good time. The women drank cocktails and iced tea. I was fortunate enough to have a couple of apple-tinis myself, imbibing the intoxicating liquid happily as I relaxed into the atmosphere more and more. “We won’t tell anyone you’re not 21.” one of the women, my stepmom’s friend Kelly, said, before they all laughed simultaneously.
In the way that alcohol seems to blur the imagery around just slightly, like watercolor painting, more and more I became aware that one thing stuck out consistently in the kitchen panorama around me. It was Mrs. Clarkson’s long, gorgeously toned legs and her cheeky, bright-red skirted butt. Her ass was just sumptuously sexy as it waved around in the air, elevated by her clacking high heels just above my crotch level as she pranced around the kitchen performing chores in preparation for homecoming night. This was the most of Mrs. Clarkson’s legs I would probably ever see, I thought. She had also grown warm, and had at point removed her sweater, exposing her round, swan-like shoulders.
The cocktails relaxed us and the iced tea invigorated us with it’s caffeine, and it was all around a good time for everyone.
At one point, Mrs. Clarkson was hopping ever-so-slightly, trying to reach a glass on a high shelf, and as she did so, her beautiful butt bounced and jiggled in her tight skirt, oh-so delicately. She truly appeared to be a ballerina of a woman, with her gorgeous, slim figure painted in her form-fitting outfit.
“Here Mrs. Clarkson,” I said, as without thinking, I quickly reached out and grabbed her by the waist to lift her up high enough to reach the glass, and immediately regretted this action as I performed it, for even while having the best intentions as I did, it was incredibly inappropriate for me to lay my hands onto a woman’s body, and my teacher’s no less! Her waist was so soft, yet so thin, her abdomens taught from working out, and as I set her back down to the floor, her blouse rode up, revealing her beautiful midriff, belly-button exposed. I blushed hard as I set her down, feeling mortified, but nobody seemed to notice, and Mrs. Clarkson only turned to me, smiling benignantly, as she said, “You can call me Lisa tonight, Alex.”
“I know what you’re butt reminds me of!” Shouted Kelly suddenly. “It’s like a Valentine’s Day card!”
Everyone laughed.
“It is! It’s so bright and red with that skirt, and so heart-shaped at the same time!” Kelly exclaimed loudly.
“Kelly’s trying to say she finds your gorgeous ass romantic, Lisa!” Debbie said drunkenly.
“You just called it gorgeous!” Said Kelly.
“Well it is, but I didn’t call it a Valentine’s Day heart!” Replied Debbie.
“Her butt is heart shaped! Well it is! Narrow thighs expanding into two round little melon-shaped butt cheeks on top! And with that red skirt, it does look very Valentine’s Dayish! Okay?! Turn around! Let us see it again, Lisa!” Shouted Kelly.
Still a little stoned, I was amused at the irony of the way these women could shout things out that men could only narrate to themselves quietly inside our heads.
Mrs. Clarkson suddenly, and unexpectedly, turned around, bent at the waist, and arched her back, displaying her gorgeous derrière for all of us as though it were a delicate piece of jewelry she were showing off. The women cheered, and Mrs. Clarkson even waved her butt side to side playfully, she must have been proud of her figure and appreciated this opportunity to show off the hard-won results of her workout regimen. I could only stare, slack jawed, at my teacher’s sexy display, and I stared prolongedly, feeling entitled somehow because she, after all, had decided to show off. Man, alcohol goes a long way, I thought to myself.
“See? A perfect shaped heart!” Said Kelly, the ice cubes in her iced tea jingling. One of the women threw a dollar bill in Mrs. Clarkson’s direction as a joke, and she then turned around, and seeing me, she blushed a deep red, her cheeks nearly matching the color of her skirt, also ironically concealing her other cheeks.
“Okay, would you guys stop it! There’s a student of mine right here!” She said, glancing quickly at me, still blushing.
“Okay but you’ve gotta show me your workout routine sometime!” My stepmother said.
“Deal.” Replied Mrs. Clarkson quietly.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and everybody looked up.
“That must be the Richardson’s! They’re new to town and are supposed to follow us to the school the back way!” My stepmom said. “They don’t know the back roads in this area and I told them I’d show them around a little bit.” She then turned to me. “Alex, would you go and check to see if your sister is nearly ready to go?”
“Sure.” I said, and left the kitchen to go and see what Cassie was up to. The alcohol and the iced tea had gotten to me by that point, and I actually needed to pee quite badly. I also had developed a shameful, painful erection what with Mrs. Clarkson’s sexy antics in the kitchen. What a night, I thought to myself as I proceeded down the hallway.
I turned into the hallway bathroom, and as I did so I was abruptly greeted with the sight of another unbelievably sexy vision. My stepsister was already in her cute little red cheerleader’s outfit, and was busy meticulously applying makeup to her already pretty face. Her face was only inches from it’s reflection in the mirror; she often liked to get very close to the mirror when she did her makeup, being the perfectionist that she was. But this bathroom had a sink counter that jutted out nearly 3 feet from the wall, forcing Cassie to stand straight legged and bend over hard at the waist in order for her to get her face so close to the mirror, touching up her eye lashes, and this action had the result of her forcing her big, beautiful, butt out behind her, much like Mrs. Clarkson’s sexy display. And because she was in her cheerleader’s outfit, her short, frilly, little skirt did nothing to hide her big shapely ass. My stepsister’s big, round, watermelon-sized behind was fully exposed beneath her high-ridden skirt, the cotton material of her panties being so thin as to reveal the perfectly vertical line separating her two big beautiful butt cheeks. It was like a porn-star pose, the way my sister was bent over in front of the mirror, and after a moment I noticed that she was also shifting her weight back and forth between her legs, and her thighs were trembling slightly. It definitely looked like she needed to pee urgently, and had most likely put it off for too long, engrossed with the process of her makeup.
I quickly cleared my throat at the sight before me. Hearing me, my sister looked up in the mirror and spotted me. She smiled.
“Is it time to go?” She asked.
“Yeah just about” I answered as I made my way past her to the toilet, which had a waist-high dividing wall blocking my lower half from her view.
“I have to pee, Cassie” I said as I unzipped my fly behind the waist-high dividing wall. “Do you wanna get out now?”
“Just go, it’s not like I’m going to look, I’m busy here.” She said, still bent over, doing her makeup, her legs now stepping from foot to foot quickly.
In a moment, I started pissing a loud, hard stream against the water in the toilet bowl, and at once, I heard a loud clacking sound and looked over to see that my stepsister had thrown down her plastic little makeup case, and had immediately, frantically reached down with her right hand to squeeze her crotch tightly through the panties beneath her skirt.
“Ow!” She exclaimed having hit her hand on the counter as she had reached down.
I continued to piss hard into the water.
“Oh my godddddd, Alex” she said, her voice sounding guttural and strained.
“What is it Cassie?” I said, looking over at her. She had stopped doing her makeup entirely now, and was standing upright, her right hand glued to her crotch, squeezing tightly, stepping briskly from foot to foot, her face looking extravagantly beautiful in her makeup, but at the same time looking highly distressed, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hanging open, obviously desperate to relieve herself. She opened her eyes and looked into mine longingly for a moment, her cheeks flushed.
“What are you doing, Cassie?” I asked, a little embarrassed for her.
“Nothing, I have to pee too, okay, would you hurry up?” She asked with a pleading tone in her voice as she bounced up and down a little.
“I can try.” I said.
She laughed at this. Then exclaimed, “Oh god, I can’t laugh, or I’ll have an accident.”
“Way too much information, sis.” I said.
“I know, I’m sorry.” She said, looking away from me, back to the mirror.
“Guys we need to go!” Susan yelled to us down the hall loudly.
“Okay!!!” Cassie yelled back.
“I’ll use the bathroom at the school, come on let’s go now.” Cassie said to me briskly.
“I’ll meet you out there.” I said.
I finished up, my cock still a little hard at the sight of my stepsister’s sexy little pee dance, and made my way down the hall and out to the car, my stepmom locking the front door behind me. It was extremely cold out, winter having come early that year, and ice lined our driveway. I patted my jacket and smiled as I remembered I had a few more joints and a lighter in my jacket pocket. When I approached the car, I heard Mrs. Clarkson ask,
“You think I have time to run back in and nip into the bathroom, Susan? I could really use a quick break.” She said with a quiet, reserved voice.
“Yeah I need to piss pretty badly, Susan.” Debbie proclaimed with less reservation in her voice.
“Oh my god, don’t even get me started.” My stepsister said.
“I already locked the door, come on, let’s just go, you guys can use the bathroom at the school.” My stepmom replied.
I climbed into the backseat, next to Cassie in the middle and Mrs. Clarkson at the passenger side. My stepmom electing to drive, with Debbie beside her in the front passenger seat. The other women traveled in a different vehicle.
The drive went smoothly, with casual conversation. Cassie’s thick thighs jiggled constantly and frantically beside me, exposed about halfway up in her cheerleader’s skirt, but she made no verbal mention of her bladder’s need to evacuate it’s contents in spite of her frantic squirming. Mrs. Clarkson’s muscular, toned, legs squirmed and bounced a little bit too, in her also very short skirt, that infamous, bright-red skirt.
We were at the school in about twenty minutes, and we all made our way into the gymnasium. I sat down at the bleachers.
“Show me to the bathroom, Lisa.” Debbie said to Mrs. Clarkson, and they both made there way out of the gymnasium and down the hallway.
Cassie quickly greeted her fellow cheerleaders and told them she’d be right back, but that she quickly needed to pee.
“Yeah, good luck with that, Mr. Roberts locked the bathroom when he left earlier, I guess the idiot forgot that it was homecoming.” Said Sally to my sister. I always found Sally cute. She was a good cheerleader and a good student, with a pretty face, short, dark hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and a petite little figure. Years later, I discovered an actress that looked almost identical to her, Lucy Hale. Sally was a bit of a goody two-shoes, and a bookworm as well. Over the years I had developed a bit of a crush on her that I told no one about, just gazed at her occasionally in the hall, or in the few classes we shared together.
“What? That’s impossible.” Cassie replied.
“No it’s not, believe me I tried.” Sally replied.
Looking down, I noticed that Sally’s legs were crossed, and she was bobbing at the knees, the tell-tale signs of a girl with an urgent need to urinate.
“What the fuck is with the bathrooms being locked?” Debbie was saying loudly and angrily as she and Mrs. Clarkson made their way back to us.
“The idiot janitor locked the doors, forgetting it was fucking homecoming!” Cassie replied.
“What the fuck?!” Said Debbie. My stepmom shushed her.
“Language, Debbie, we’re at the school now.” My stepmom said.
We all sat down, Mrs. Clarkson sitting directly beside me, Debbie beside her, and my stepmom on my other side. The cheerleaders began performing their drills and tricks to entertain the audience before the competing teams arrived. Mrs. Clarkson’s shapely legs bounced frantically beside me, and every time she stood up to applaud the girls, I got a facefull of that bright-red heart-shaped ass, squeezed tight in her little skirt.
Cassie and the other girls performed their cheers and drills beautifully, and the audience loved it, I couldn’t help but notice that many times, her face looked a bit worried, but she kept a forced smile upon her face at all times, regardless of the fact that she kept her legs crossed tightly between each different drill the girls performed.
Sally, my crush, looked far less confident, her pretty, innocent face looking extremely anxious the whole time as if she were screaming to herself internally, “please don’t wet yourself, please don’t wet yourself, please don’t wet yourself...” over and over again, and between each drill, she turned away from the audience, and I, paying attention to her, observed that she had taken to holding herself between each drill.
I decided to go to the locker room and check in with the team, given that I was friends with some of the players and even Coach Jenkins. I stood up, and made to exit the bleacher pew to the aisle to go out to the locker room.
“Where are you going? Is there another bathroom?” Debbie asked, grabbing my arm as I passed by.
“The men’s locker room, I’m going to see some friends of mine.” I said, looking down at Debbie’s bouncing thighs, her pleading, desperate eyes, this woman who was my mother’s age, reduced to squirming around like a little girl.. Feeling sympathy, I sighed and told her, “Come with me, I’m sure Coach Jenkins won’t mind if you used the toilet in the men’s locker room.”
“You absolutely cannot! You’re going to go in front of a bunch of high school boys Debbie? What’s the matter with you?” Asked Mrs. Clarkson sharply.
“Well I’ll use the stall Lisa, Jesus.” Debbie said with annoyance clearly audible in her voice as she stood up to follow me.
“Yes but they’ll all see your feet and... well you know... hear you.” Mrs. Clarkson Said. I wondered if she had thought through this option too and had decided that it was just too embarrassing, just too exposed, for her.
“Lisa, at this point the little fuckers can watch me piss in the sink. I’ve gotta go.” Debbie said. She pushed me on the arm urgently. “Let’s go, Alex.” She said
We moved down the bleacher.
“She didn’t just say that.” I heard Mrs. Clarkson Said to my mom as we walked away. “And in a school!”
Debbie and I made our way out of the gymnasium and down the long hallway to the men’s locker room. Debbie’s breaths were panicked and shakey sounding and her steps were quick, her jeans making quick, swishing noises as she walked.
“Fuck, I’m sorry I snapped at Lisa, Alex, but I’m breaking my neck for a piss here.” She said to me as we walked quickly down the hallway. Looking over at her, I saw that she had her left hand buried in her crotch. She blushed when she saw me looking at her and said, “Eyes forward, Alex.”
When we finally reached the locker room, Coach Jenkins was standing in the doorway, the guys in their basketball uniforms standing just inside, talking.
“Well this sucks.” I heard one of them say.
Debbie removed her hand from her crotch and walked right up to Coach Jenkins.
“Excuse me” she said nudging past him, but he stopped her.
“You can’t come in here miss.” He said.”that’s game rules, that goes for you too” he said to me. “Besides this is a men’s locker room, honey” he said to Debbie.
“Sir, you don’t understand how badly I need to pee. I’ve had a lot of drinks and now I really must go to the bathroom.” She said with a shakey voice. All the guys stared right at Debbie, hearing this.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you in here miss, the rules are clear.” He said, adamantly.
“Please sir, my piss is going to be clear” she said suddenly, as she bent at the knees and squeezed her crotch. (Debbie often had a habit of making rude jokes, no matter the audience). Coach Jenkins didn’t find her comment very funny, and looking her up and down, this grown woman holding herself like a little girl, he said back,
“You’re not coming into this locker room miss!” He said as he blocked the doorway with his body.
“Please sir, I beg you to let me use the toilet”. Debbie pleaded, bent over, squeezing her crotch hard, her legs bent at the knees.
“Let the milf have a piss, Coach.” Exclaimed one of the players.
“Who said that?!” Coach Jenkins asked angrily, looking back at the player. Nobody responded, and he let it go, looking back at Debbie. “Rules are rules.” He said.
“Oh my god!” She exclaimed, and made her way back down the hall to the gymnasium quickly. Coach Jenkins and the guys watched her blue jeans clad butt as she walked away. I felt terrible for Debbie, having to beg and plead for the toilet like a little girl and being cruelly denied the privilege.
I turned back to the locker room, feeling slightly angry at Coach Jenkins who stepped back inside the locker room to the back somewhere, shaking his head. I motioned my friend Brett over.
“Game’s been postponed to another day man. One of the other teams players got food poisoning and they don’t want to play without him” Brett said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah man. Coach Jenkins is gonna go announce it over the intercom.” Brett said. I pulled out a joint from my pocket.
“You wanna come smoke with me in that case?” I asked.
“Nah you go ahead, we gotta change and get outta here.” Brett replied. We said goodbye to each other and I made my way out the hallway exit, out into the freezing cold night. I went to hide behind s dumpster to smoke, marijuana still being highly illegal in those days. The dumpster was surrounded with a sheet of ice, evidently frozen water that had leaked from the dumpster somehow. I lit up my joint and took a couple puffs. Before long, I was completely stoned again, dreamily watching as my little clouds of smoke made their way upwards towards the night sky’s constellations.
Suddenly, I heard quick footsteps moving towards the dumpster, and quickly crouched down and froze, peeking out, paranoid. Around the dumpster came Sally, moving briskly in her cheerleader’s outfit. “What the hell is this?” I thought to myself. Sally looked supremely cute and innocent in her little red uniform and thick rimmed glasses, this little Lucy Hale look-alike.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god...” she was saying, as without even seeing me at all or smelling the joint I had snubbed out against the ice, she quickly, with lightning speed, squatted down to the ground, pulling her panties to the side of her little pussy as she suddenly issued a fire-hose-like torrent of urine that shot, with incredible force, three feet out in front of her onto the ice on the ground.
“Huuuuuhhhhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhhuuuuuhhhhh......” she whimpered, sounding as though shewas nearly crying with the relief. She moaned prolongedly as her pussy shot forth a hard, hissing stream onto the ice in front of her, huge clouds of steam rising from he point of impact between the ice and Sally’s urine.
“Fuuuuckkkkkk.....godddddddd......Sally proclaimed as she continued to piss with unbelievable force onto the ice, literally four feet away from me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, here was my innocent, sweet crush, the petite, bespectacled, bookworm beauty, in her cheerleader’s outfit, squatting with her cute little butt hovering above the ground, her legs spread in a wonderfully lewd posture, pissing out a torrent, moaning with her desperate relief. Her eyes were shut, her head leaned back, and her mouth hanging open as she pissed and pissed away, like 55 seconds in now. I looked down at her pussy. It was tiny, fit for a petite girl like her, and looked ridiculously tight. My cock was straining against my pants of course, and I tried not to breathe, lest she hear me, as she finally finished up her deed and stood up, before walking back towards the gym. I heard people’s voices now and figured the announcement of the postponement of the game must have been made now and we would all be going back home.
I stood up and walked over to Sally’s puddle. I couldn’t believe it, Sally had melted a hole in the ice about three feet in diameter, still steaming. Big bladder capacity for such a petite female. I guess she really had to go, I thought to myself.
I walked back to the gym where the cars and voices were audible.
“Alex! Over here!” I heard. Looking over, I saw my stepmom motioning to me outside her car. When I got to the car however, Michelle Richardson, another friend of my mother’s, had taken the front seat, apparently needing a ride home as her husband had to leave early for unexplained reasons. She lived near us, so this made sense, but I wondered how we were all to fit now, as the backseat now contained Debbie, Mrs. Clarkson, and Cassie, all of whom were squirming around frantically, thighs bouncing up and down in the backseat. Cassie quickly jumped out.
“Get in Alex, you’re sister has to sit on your lap.” Susan said. I did as I was told, I got in the car. Cassie quickly sat down on top of me, and I shuddered at the sexy sight of Cassie’s globular buttcheeks settling down right on crotch. Her cheerleading skirt was pushed up when she sat down, and her thin-pantied bottom sat down hard on my still hard cock. Fearing she might feel my erection, I immediately pushed her forward onto my left leg, and she stayed there, pushing her womanhood hard against my knee. My jeans had a rip down the front of the left pant leg, and my skin was exposed there.
We took off, my stepmom driving.
“They really ought to have had the facilities available” said Mrs. Clarkson. “That was completely ridiculous! It’s a home sports game, and no audience member could use the bathroom?! I’ll have you all know I’m filing a complaint with the school about this tomorrow.”
Cassie had taken to pressing her pussy, as hard as she could, right onto my hard, kneecap, and it occurred to me suddenly that she was using my knee to hold herself. She was even subtly rocking herself backwards and forwards on my knee, unable to sit still.
She wasn’t the only one, however, as just to the side of me, Mrs. Clarkson and Debbie were frantically bouncing their thighs up and down now and were breathing frantic, short breaths, almost as if they were practicing CPR breathing exercises.
“I was so close to peeing in the locker room toilet. But that fucking coach!” Shouted Debbie angrily.
My stepmom and Michelle could only look to each other in the front seat, then look back out to the road before them as they drove on.
“Can you please try to drive faster, mom?” Cassie pleaded after about five minutes into the drive. Her rocking motion on my knee had grown in it’s range and intensity, like a girl on a see-saw. Debbie squeezed her crotch with both hands, her jeans making their shwishing sounds with the frantic movement of her legs, and Mrs. Clarkson meanwhile was breathing heavily, frustratedly trying to press her right hand into her crotch, to no avail because the tight material of her skirt wouldn’t allow her to with any real effect or pressure.
“I’m sorry, but I have to do this.” Mrs. Clarkson said, to no one in particular as she suddenly lifted herself from her seat, and quickly pulled her skirt up to her waist so that she could press a hand against her crotch, and I was wrong earlier, this was the most of Mrs. Clarkson’s legs I would ever see. Her taught thighs went all the way up, and the left side her tight, round ass rubbed against the side of my right thigh as she squirmed in her seat. She looked incredibly fit and sexy, her bottom being barely covered by lacy, black thong underwear. Two fingers of her right hand were making frantic, circular motions over her black, thong-clad pussy, trying desperately to keep the floodgates from breaking.
Debbie’s shwishing sounds grew noisier, her legs looking as if they were going to start a fire with the friction of their movement. “Aaghhhhh...I have to peeeeeeee...” she exclaimed in a strained voice.
I was unbelievably, uncomfortably, almost torturously turned on due to the circumstances, three grown women, two of them milfs, one a teacher! And one my voluptuous stepsister, all simply dying to pee, struggling to hang on.
“Please mom, drive faster.” Cassie exclaimed again.
“I’m going as fast as I can! You three need to calm down!” My stepmom shouted back.
“I can’t calm down until I peeeeeeee.......” Debbie said, sounding as though she were going to cry. My sister was now rocking her pussy on my knee as though it were some sort of mechanical bull ride, and it was amazing how with just a thin layer of cotton between her pussy lips and me knee, I could clearly feel two distinctly separate, vertical lips rubbing themselves hard against my exposed flesh, as though trying to kiss me with them. I shifted my position, just to see how Cassie would react. She lost her balance, and turned back to me with pleading eyes.
“Please, I need your knee.” She said to me as she readjusted her body weight so that her pussy was pressed firmly against me knee. She rocked her pussy backwards and forwards hard against the top of my knee, and I nearly fainted with the sight of my sexy sister’s fat ass as her muscles clenched and released on my left leg.
“What do you mean you need my knee?” My stepmom asked, confused.
“Not your knee, Alex’s knee!” Cassie exclaimed in a desperate voice. She was now letting out guttural, moaning noises as she rocked back and forth, seemingly riding the mechanical bull ride for all she was worth. “Uuhhhhuhhhhuuuhhh....” she uttered, as her big butt rocked to and fro, her pussy pressed as tightly as possible to me hard knee. I felt the desperate need to cum, and end my prolonged torture, I was so unbelievably, unbearablely turned on, thanking god my boner the as in a relatively comfortable position in my pants.
“Well what do you mean you need your brother’s knee?! What does that mean, Cassie?!” My stepmom asked.
“Mom! Do I have to spell it out for you?! I’m pressing my vagina against Alex’s knee so I don’t wet myself! Okay?!” Cassie snapped angrily.
“You watch your tone and your words young lady!” Susan snapped back. Susan looked back at us now, and seeing Mrs. Clarkson with her skirt hoisted up around her waist, her fingers circling her pussy frantically, looking like she was frigging herself, my stepmom snapped at her next.
“Could you stop touching yourself in front of my kids, Lisa?! Jesus!”
Mrs. Clarkson just continued.
“I can’t stop or I’ll have an accident, Susan, I’m so sorryyyyyyyy...” she cried, still circling her pussy through her thong underwear. I felt a very wet crotch meanwhile on my knee, my sister seeming to slowly begin to lose the battle now.
“How much longer Susan?!” Cried out Debbie.
“We’re almost there. I’ll try to drive faster. Hold on girls.” My stepmom said as she floored the gas from a complete stop at a stop sign. This had the result of flinging my sister backwards onto my lap and I had to stifle a moan of lust as I watched, seemingly in slow motion as Cassie’s big, shapely ass landed in my lap, nestling my cock between the cheeks. With the pressure of my knee now, Cassie shrieked a brief, shrill shriek as her pussy issued a one-second-long spurt of piss onto my lap, before her hand quickly shot to her crotch, squeezing it tightly. Her urine was hot, and felt quite nice, but you could smell the aroma slightly now in the car.
“Please don’t wet yourself ladies.” My stepmom said aloud.
“Just drive mom.” Cassie said forcefully, as she positioned her womanhood upon my knee once more, the thin, wet cotton fabric clinging to her anatomy now, feeling as if her bare pussy was directly touching the skin of my knee. Mrs. Clarkson had taken to moaning aloud now, a strained, desperate moan, and Debbie just sped up the motion of her fire-starting, frantically rubbing thighs.
Finally we pulled into the driveway, immediately, the doors flew open. My dad’s truck was now parked in the long driveway along with a few other cars, so we could only park at the very end.
“Who the fuck is parked here?!” Exclaimed my stepmom.
Cassie ran ahead, her cheerleader’s skirt flying up behind her, and made it to the front door first, running in place at the doorstep knocking on the door as hard as she could without stopping, as the door was apparently locked. I followed just behind her, Susan and Michelle a little ways behind me, and Debbie and Mrs. Clarkson hobbling with short, frantic steps, bringing up the caboose of our little train of people. My dad answered the door, looking thoroughly confused.
“How is the game already over?” He asked as Cassie rushed inside past him just ten feet or so before the rest of us. My dad’s dumb friends cheered as Cassie ran through the foyer to the guest bathroom in the front hallway.
“Hey Rob! The strippers are here!” One one my dad’s drunken work friends yelled down the hall.
“No no guys, that’s Cassie.” My dad said, but not getting it, his work buddies just cheered on, “Well I like Cassie! Cassie the cheerleader, huh? Wow, look at that ASS!”
Cassie was meanwhile struggling with another problem. My dad’s work buddies had left their bags/suitcases in the guest bathroom, apparently not having realized how this might cause a problem, and these bags were entirely blocking the door from shutting.
Cassie quickly gave up trying to shut the door and tore down her panties and lifted up her skirt in one flurried motion as she slammed her big ass down onto the toilet.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...........” Cassie cried as a Niagara-Falls-like torrent of urine erupted from her exposed pussy with volcanic pressure. The door was wide open, as were her legs, and her bare, shaved pussy was on display for the world to see as she sat there, eyes closed, moaning orgasmically as she pissed and pissed and pissed. It was an incredibly erotic show, and I couldn’t believe my eyes, or my cock, threatening to tear through my pants. “We’re not blood related.” I had to remind myself, feeling ashamed at the ferocity of my lust for Cassie. This is as the first time I had ever seen her naked, 18-year-old pussy, and my face felt hot and flushed with animalistic lust, and at the same time deep, sympathetic shame, watching these old horn dogs just take in the show, many of them holding canned beers as they watched Cassie on the toilet. Some of the guys just watched her in awe, until, opening her eyes, she quickly positioned her hands in front of herself, blocking her pussy, looking feint-headed as she continue to piss hard and loud into the toilet bowl, her largely wet cotton panties down at her ankles.
“Please don’t look.” She begged the onlookers with a whimper, before continuing to sigh passionately with relief.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my godddddddddddd I needed thissss...” she moaned loudly, tilting her head back, closing her eyes.
My stepmom then stormed into the house looking furious. Michelle just stood there, wide-eyed, not knowing what to do.
“What the fuck is this John?!” She yelled at my dad.
“I’m having a little bachelor’s party for Rob. He’s getting married. I thought you guys would be at the game all night. What happened?” My dad responded.
“It was postponed!” Susan yelled as she stepped in front of the bathroom doorway to block Cassie. “Look away or I call the cops! This is my fucking daughter you sick pervs!” She yelled angrily. The guys understood the situation now and walked away towards the kitchen. “Debbie and Lisa are next, who’s shit is this?!” She yelled, looking down at the bags and brief cases blocking the bathroom door from shutting.
“It theirs honey, we’re really sorry, we certainly didn’t see this coming!” Said my dad defensively.
Debbie and Mrs. Clarkson hobbled in next, hands glued to their crotches, Mrs. Clarkson’s skirt still hoisted up around her waist, and her fit, taut, butt cheeks jiggled in their sexy black thong as she hobbled frantically in high heels through the house.
“Ive got dibs on the other bathroom!” Debbie yelled in pain as she ran down the hall towards the other bathroom.
“Umm, Rob’s in there, and I think he’s going to be a while.” My dad said sheepishly, taking in the whole scene, trying to keep his eyes off of Mrs. Clarkson’s fit, round ass as she stepped frantically from foot to foot, waiting for Cassie to finish peeing, tortured with the still steady sound of Cassie’s stream hitting the water below.
“Oh please hurry Cassie.” She pleaded desperately, her heels clacking loudly on the tile floor as she stepped from foot to foot.
“I can’t wait any fucking longer!” Yelled Debbie.
“Go out to the backyard! No one will see you back there Debbie!” My stepmom suggested quickly. I stepped into the kitchen motioning Debbie to follow me, pointing at the back door. Debbie ran to the back door in the kitchen, where all the guys were, but found it locked and frantically fiddled with the lock for a few seconds, her other hand still squeezing her crotch tightly. Put of the corner of her eye, she spotted my mother’s potted plant in the corner of the kitchen.
“OH FUCK IT!!!!!!” Debbie yelled, before ripping down her jeans and squatting quickly over the potted plant, releasing a highly pressurized, hard stream over the the plant, the soil frothing up due to the pressure of the stream. Her face still looked in pain as she uttered a tortured, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD........ AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH... OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSS....” the guys watched as she pissed and pissed, feeling more secure watching a grown woman. Debbie opened her eyes to a group of men and a mortified looking Susan.
“I’m so sorry Susan, but I’m afraid I might drown your plant. I’m really sorry, but honey you have no idea how gooooood this feeeeeels, ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh........” Debbie continued to moan.
My stepmom stepped back out of the kitchen to continue yelling at me dad and I followed her.
When I stepped back out in the hallway, I nearly tripped over our car. Cassie was still dribbling into the toilet, and my parents were already fighting again when Mrs. Clarkson stepped up to me frantically, her underwear still on display, and clutched my arm tightly.
“I need you to take me to the laundry room, where is it?” She asked me in quick, hushed tones.
“Why?” I asked.
“Your cat must have a little box, right?” The desperation was screaming in her eyes and her hand once again reached down to clutch her crotch. (This lady was my fucking teacher?!)
“Are you seriou...”
“Listen Alex, I don’t want to expose myself in an open door bathroom or squat over a god forsaken house plant okay?” She said all of this quietly, under her breath, trying not to let my parents, or the others hear. She bounced on the spot, stepping from foot to foot.
“Look, show me the fucking litter box and I’ll let you watch me pee, you little shit!” She whispered forcefully. “Better to watch a grown woman then getting a hard-on for your fucking sister. What, you think I haven’t noticed you watching her ass all night you little perv? And mine too for that matter, you need to work on your subtlety skills.” I felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed.
“Oh please Alex, I’m starting to leak.” She whispered and her face looked like she was going to cry.
“Follow me Lisa”. I said as I led her down the hall to the laundry room. She followed behind as fast as she could, heels clacking loudly. When we reached the laundry room, she told me to “shut the door and let nobody in”, as she quickly squatted down over the kitty litter, not even taking the time to pull down her underwear, just pulling it to the side of her pussy as she issued the third in a row fire-hose pressured torrent of urine straight into the litter box below. “Oooooohhhhhhh yessssssss, oh goddddd yessssssss yessssssssss yesssssssssss......aaaaaahhhhhhhhh”
Even in her moaning, she tried to keep her voice down, but her face looked almost as if she were having an orgasm. She looked so sexy, squatting there, her landing-strip trimmed pussy on display, and I could bear the lust no longer. I stepped on the other side of the washing machine, so that she couldn’t see me below my torso, though she knew full well what I desperately needed to do. She nodded sympathetically at me, and I unzipped my pants and stroked my self lightly. I had barely touched myself, before my knees buckled as I shot my load at the laundry machine just before me, moaning with the pleasure, I just couldn’t take it any longer. Mrs. Clarkson just closed her eyes and breathed heavily as she finished peeing forcefully into the litter box below her.
When we emerged from the laundry room, Cassie, humiliated, had taken to her room, and there was now an entirely different situation to be dealt with, Debbie, in her peeing pleasure, had apparently then taken to rubbing herself to an orgasm, much to the pleasure of the onlooking guys. Susan and Debbie were now fighting over this.
“I had to Susan! you know I have sexual hang-ups! Guys haven’t looked at me with as much desire as these guys did tonight in ages! I’m sorry, but this was the first orgasm I’ve had in weeks Susan! Have some empathy!” Debbie pleaded to my stepmom.
“Jesus Christ Debbie! You and I aren’t drinking together again for a long while!” My stepmom snapped angrily. The fighting continued for a long while, and pretty soon the “real” strippers showed up, and were made to leave, having been explained that the party was over. My dad still tipped them for showing up though.
The next day, Cassie didn’t seem to mind the incident a bit, and treated it as though it were just some big, quirky, comedie-of-errors like episode.
As for Mrs. Clarkson, we never mentioned the incident directly ever again, but the first day back in class she did ask me,
“You done any laundry lately Alex?” Smiling at me as she said it. I blushed and didn’t respond, and that was it, the closest we ever came to talking about it together. Often times, when I take a puff or two from a joint, my mind drifts back to that fateful, sexy, homecoming evening. |
I knocked this one up pretty quickly. I hope it's alright!
It was 16:30. Jade had been busy on boring training course all day. She'd had enough and she was super excited to get home. As she left the training room she headed for the toilets. She knew she had a 2 hour drive ahead of her and was sure it would be best to go first. She wanted to be quick as she knew how much of a nightmare it would be to get out of the busy car park if she left it any longer.
She hurried to the toilets on the ground floor. "Closed for Cleaning. Please use other facilities" read the sign stuck on the door. Jade pondered over the situation for all of 2 seconds and then hurried towards the car park. She knew if she didn't get a move on that she'd be trapped at the barriers for 25 minutes as car after slow car pulled out onto the main road. She dived into the car, buckled up, and ignored the slight twinge she felt in her bladder. There wasn't time for peeing right now, she'd just go at a services somewhere.
Jade joined the motorway quickly. It wasn't far from the training building to the main roads and she was happy to be making good time. She knew she had to pee, but she was confident that she'd easily make the next services. After all she would be able to grab a nice coffee as well!
The traffic was moving well. Too well. Jade was zooming up the fast lane when she saw the slip road off to the services. It was far too late! There was no way she'd be able to maneuver over in time without causing a massive crash. Her bladder once again made it's self noticed. This time a little more than previously.
"Next services - 28 miles" read the next sign.
"That's fine!! Only 25 minutes away! I can wait that long" Jade thought to her self. She turned the volume up on her music and carried on driving, totally ignoring the warnings her poor bladder was sending her.
Suddenly the brake lights on the car in front lit up. Jade had to slam her brakes on. The seat belt tightened suddenly around her waist. She whimpered and as she came to a stop suddenly realized how bad of a situation she was in. Bumper to bumper traffic as far as she could see. This was the last thing she needed with her bladder in the state that it was.
She turned the music back up and began to focus on her need. There was nothing else too think about whilst trapped in her car. Every little twinge was teasing her mind. She began to panic, her previous wetting still fresh in her mind. The traffic didn't move for at least 20 torturous minutes. The whole time nothing to focus on other than her bulging bladder. The traffic slowly started to move. The stop start made it impossible to clamp her legs tight together, she had to press the clutch. Ever time she had to lift her foot off the pedal, it spread her legs just slightly.
Another 15 minutes of traffic past. By now her bladder was seriously begging for relief. She hadn't peed for 6 hours now and 3 big coffees were firmly pressed against the inside of her pee hole, trying to escape.
Suddenly the traffic started moving. Instantly Jade got excited. Maybe she could make it to the next services! They were only 25 miles away and with the traffic speeding up quickly she would only have to last 20 or so minutes.
Every maneuver she performed was with sheer desperation to make it to the next services dry. She was driving much worse than normal and felt bad for people she was inconveniencing. At the same time she didn't care at all! She needed to get to those services fast! Gear change after gear change tormented her poor tingling pee hole. She unzipped the side of her skirt to release the pressure on her bladder but it hardly helped. What it did do was give her access to her private area. She gently slid her hand down the front of her skirt and gripped her self gently between her legs.
"Just 10 minutes to go! You can hold it Jade! You're a big girl!" she thought to her self as she squeezed her self tightly. Each gear change she had to remove her hand from down below, and each time she almost lost it. Her poor bladder begging for relief the whole time. Suddenly the car in front braked hard. Jade stamped on the brakes as well. Instantly the belt tightened hard around her waist and she felt her private area suddenly warm up!
"Noooooo! Noooooo!" She whimpered as a hot spurt sprayed into the inside of her tight panties. "Please noooo! Not again."
She had a choice to make now. Re hold her wet private area, and get her gear stick all wet with pee or resist and try not to totally soak her self in her nice leather car seats. She opted to hold and instantly slid her hand down the front of her wet panties and grabbed tight.
She looked up and saw the sign for the services. Just 2 miles to go! She had to make it. She couldn't ruin her lovely car! She felt her bladder spasm and grabbed her self tight again, her fingers hot and wet with pee. She felt a spurt leak out again! Things were getting serious. She had to contain her pee any way possible. She slid her hand down the front of her leggings and panties and pressed her fingers hard into her pissy pussy. It hurt to hold her self this way, but if it sealed her pee hole shut she would put up with anything!
Jade pulled off up the slip road to the services. She had a choice to make now. Try and make it into the services and risk being seen wetting her self by everyone, or park as far away as possible and hope to pop a squat behind the car. Jade being embarrassed about having a wet private area already chose to park as far away as possible.
She pulled into a space right at the back of the car park. She had to zip her skirt back up before getting out the car otherwise it would fall down. She slowly zipped up, the pressure building hard in her bladder. Her pussy released another leak! She had to get out now! She swung the door open and jumped out, fumbling to get her leggings down from under her leather skirt. It was difficult business. She looked around as she struggled and noticed a car coming towards her.
"No way are they parking up here! Please no!" Jade was seriously panicking. Her poor little pee hole was giving way and she had to do something fast. She quickly rushed around the back of the car and opened the boot. She leaned in to look as if she was getting something out. It was then that her poor worn out pee hole gave up it's impressive fight.
She felt her pussy warm up as her bladder began to empty it's self into her panties and leggings. She looked down and watched as the pee splashed down the inside of her legs from up her skirt.
"Noooo! Not again!" She whispered to her self as her ankle boots filled with the hot pee.
She finally finished about 45 seconds later. There was a huge puddle around her feet and her boots with totally full to the top with pee. What was she going to do?!
The other car finally moved from near by and Jade had to quickly formulate a plan. She slid one of her ankle boots off and her cute bare little toes were dripping with warm pee. She tilted it over and tipped all the pee out and then slid her soaked little foot back into it. She then did the same with the other. She removed her legging from under her skirt and put them into a plastic bag in the back of the car and then settled back into the drivers seat. The whole hour and 30 minute drive back her pissy panties clinged to her wet pussy and her poor little feet were all wet and warm in her ankle boots.
Joe |
Just another short story I thought might interest you, along similar lines to the romper story in terms of how she takes it, since people found that refreshing and it's my most popular story on here.
A Wet Wedding
Stephanie was a very attractive dark-haired girl in her early twenties. She was also quite athletic.
Today was the day of her wedding. She was so excited that she put on her exercise outfit, a short, skintight, black pair of spandex shorts and a matching sports bra, and went for a run twice as fast as she normally would.
When she got back home, she was soaked in sweat, for it was a hot summer day, so she drank a lot of water and iced tea. She looked at her watch. It was about a half hour until the wedding. So she picked up her wedding dress, which was beautiful, sleeveless, and spread moderately wide at the bottom of the skirt, but was not very puffy. She put it on over her exercise outfit, then climbed into her car and drove. The heat inside the car dried most of the sweat off her.
She arrived at the park, where her wedding was. Her fiance, Brendan, was waiting for her, wearing a tuxedo. Their friends and relatives were gathered in the audience. Stopping to drink a big glass of punch, she walked over to Brendan.
"Hi Brendan. How are you doing?"
"Great." He sniffed. "You smell a little sweaty."
Stephanie blushed. "I went for a big run waiting for the wedding, and I didn't shower before."
"It's all right. I kind of like it."
They stood in position, and the priest said his usual marriage lines, and they took their vows. Finally...
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Brendan and Stephanie kissed. Then they sat with the rest of their guests, having a wedding picnic, chatting, and eating. Stephanie was still feeling a little hot so she drank more and more punch. Fortunately there was a lot to spare.
About an hour in, Stephanie felt a sudden and strong urge to pee. She groaned and crossed her legs.
"Are you all right, honey?" said Brendan.
"I'm fine, I just really need to pee."
"There's a bathroom just over there."
"I can hold it."
She stayed at the table, even drinking more punch, and her bladder was rapidly filling up by the minute. After ten minutes, the pressure was too much for her to take.
She stood up. "I'll be right back." She ran toward the park bathroom.
To her relief, there wasn't a line. However, when she tried to open the door, she found it locked. She did the pee dance in front of the door for about ten minutes.
When she leaked a little into her panties and shorts, she whimpered, and banged on the door. "Hurry up in there! I really have to go!"
There was no response. She couldn't even hear any sounds coming from inside. She held herself and pee danced frantically. She was about to burst.
Then a park staff member walked up and put up an "Out of Order" sign on the door. He looked sympathetically at Stephanie and said "Sorry, miss. I forgot to put the sign up. You'll have to go behind a bush or something. Congratulations on the wedding, by the way." He walked away.
Stephanie couldn't believe it. All this time the bathroom had been out of order, while she had assumed someone was taking their sweet time inside. She had just decided to run behind the bathroom and go there, when it happened.
Her overflowing bladder gave out and she froze in place as she started to pee full force. Before long, the crotch of her wedding dress was stained yellow, and pee was flowing down her legs onto the concrete below. She could smell the scent of urine and hear the sound of her stream spraying her shorts - likely passing through them and spraying her dress at this point - but for the moment, she didn't care. She just sighed in relief, almost enjoying the warm, wet feeling.
After just over two minutes, she finished wetting herself. Her shorts were soaked and her wedding dress had a big yellow spot at the front, but she was feeling much better. She was a little embarrassed, but felt it wasn't so bad, and she knew she'd get over it.
She walked back to the party and casually said "The bathroom door was locked, I stood in front of it for about ten minutes, but it turned out it was out of order. I was gonna go behind the bathroom, but I didn't make it."
Everyone laughed, and she laughed with them. The whole situation was kind of funny, and she was usually amused at bathroom humor.
Brendan said "All right, since there's no bathroom at the park, the party's over, let's go home."
Everyone went home, and Stephanie and Brendan drove their separate cars to Stephanie's house, which was the one they were thinking about keeping.
Once inside, Brendan said "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," said Stephanie cheerfully. "It's really no big deal, and I think it's kind of funny."
"That's good. I think it's kind of funny too."
"Mind if I stay like this for the rest of the night?"
"Not at all." They kissed.
They sat on the couch watching one of their favorite movies, and about an hour in Stephanie needed to pee again.
"Pause the movie. I have to go to the bathroom."
Brendan paused, but as Stephanie walked to the bathroom, Brendan ran up behind her and tickled her. She laughed hard, and in seconds she was peeing her dress again. He stopped tickling once she was finished. As soon as she stopped laughing, she felt how wet she was and laughed a little more. "Nice one," she said, completely amused at what had happened. "And I guess I don't have to pee anymore!" |
Pirate’s Pride, Hero’s Honor
Toon Zeldaverse fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Captain L and lordbardak (Phoenix) for editing
(Warning: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised)
Calm waters lapped against the creaking wood of the boat as it drifted forward into an unending void. The torch hung from the bow served as their only light, creating endlessly twisting shadows along the low canopy and tight walls of rock. Vines hung down, any one of them possibly a venomous snake in disguise, ready to strike and put a slow, miserable end to their lives. No one could be blamed for turning around and making for the faint glow of sunlight barely visible behind them.
No one except Link, that is. Though still just a boy, this young adventurer had already braved countless dangers and saved the world from calamity twice over. Even while sailing right into the cold, dark unknown on his tiny boat, the King of Red Lions, he had a look of concern, but also of determination. No matter what came his way, he would face it with the courage of a true hero.
“I still can’t believe my own crew, you know that?”
It also helped that he wasn’t alone.
Sitting across the boat from him was Princess Zelda… No, she didn’t like that name. She was Tetra, proud pirate captain and fearless adventurer. Just like Link, few would think such grand things when they looked at her tanned skin and ragtag clothing. Of course, anyone who voiced these doubts would end up on the receiving end of some choice words and a question or two about their own prowess, or lack thereof.
“I mean, this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to find a lost shrine full of treasure, but nope! They all start shaking in their boots at the thought of going through a deep, dark tunnel first.” She sighed and slouched into her seat with her hands behind her head. “Sometimes I wonder why I don’t just leave them all at the next town.”
As usual, Link had no comment to make, for many reasons. First, he knew Tetra didn’t mean that. Under all that bluster, she was a kind person who cared for her whole crew. He also needed to focus on steering the boat and keeping an eye out for any possible dangers.
But even without his chatty friend, he still had one other distraction to deal with.
While Link kept one hand on the rudder, the other stayed near his closed legs. He had been (rudely) awakened from a nap just before hopping into his boat to sail inside this cavern. It wasn’t until he sat down that he noticed the pressure from his bladder, built up over his nap and from when he forgot to relieve himself before falling asleep. It was no light discomfort, either; if he didn’t have to sail into this cave, his first action upon waking would have been to find somewhere to pee, whether that be the pot under his bed, behind a tree on the island, or even off the side of the ship if no one else was on-deck.
But that chance was gone, and he’d have to wait for now. There were much more important things to worry about anyway, like navigating through this twisting canal without damaging the boat or anyone on board. His friend’s well-being came far before his own, especially for something as minor as a need to go potty. Besides, Tetra scolding him over it was not something he wanted to hear right now.
Little did he know, his piddle predicament was not unique to him. There was a reason Tetra had her legs crossed as she sat and looked particularly irritable. With how little luck the pirates had in finding valuable treasure lately, she was more hasty than normal in her drive to explore this cave. As soon as they had made landfall on this island, she had thrown her clothes on and hopped in the boat, not thinking at all about her bodily needs.
She was certainly regretting not making use of her private bathroom back in her quarters, but she definitely wasn’t going back now. After all, what kind of pirate captain would she be if she walked away from adventure because she forgot to go potty? She especially wasn’t about to do that in front of Link, the boy who had rescued her more than once. She was tired of being helpless and having to wait for him to save the day. No, she was gonna prove to him how capable she really was, and no full bladder was gonna stop her.
But as the minutes passed, and the cavern still showed no sign of ending, the adventurers could feel the doubt setting in. Did this tunnel go on forever? Were they going in circles? Would they ever get a chance to relieve themselves?
“Hey, what’s that?”
Link perked up and squinted his eyes to where Tetra looked. It was hard to tell with the torch there in front of him, but he could see… light? Yes, they were definitely rays of sunlight.
“Finally! I was starting to think this cave would never end,” declared a smiling Tetra. She turned to him and yelled “Well, don’t just sit there, get us outta here!”
Taken aback, Link shook his head up and down twice before squeezing the rudder even harder. No matter how many monsters he faced, none were scarier than a scowling, yelling Tetra.
The light only grew as they sailed closer, until Link and Tetra both had to put a hand over their eyes while they crossed the threshold. Once they had adjusted to the light, they both gasped and stared in awe.
Before them was a large, clear pond surrounded by towering, jagged cliff walls. Lush greenery and crystal-clear waterfalls ran down the sides, illuminated by the plentiful light coming in from above. The biggest eye-catcher, however, was the ancient structure on the other side, built of stone, marble, and pearls, its walls glistening in the light. Statues of strange creatures, like fish that walked upright, adorned the few pillars that were still standing.
“A-hah, I knew that chart we pulled up wasn’t worthless!” declared Tetra, turning back to Link. “What do you think? Does this place scream ‘treasure’ or what?”
Link wasn’t particularly focused on the grandeur of the shrine, though. Instead, the many waterfalls had his attention, with gallons upon gallons crashing down all around them. His bladder suddenly felt like it had doubled in weight thanks to nature’s powerful suggestion bombarding his senses.
“What are we waiting for? Take us in, already!” Tetra yelled.
The shout sufficiently distracting him from his bladder, Link nodded with fervor and steered the boat onwards. Upon reaching the shrine, he docked right next to a stone floor conveniently set at ship-level.
The moment it came to rest on the calm waters, Tetra stood up and jumped out with a smile. After all that sailing through dark, dull caverns, she was more than ready to get her adventure on.
But as her feet landed on the stone, the contents of her overfilled bladder sloshed around, setting off a pang of discomfort that wiped the smile off her face and made her squeak. Suddenly, knowing just how urgent her need was made her feel a good deal less confident about this adventure. She immediately moved to squeeze her legs together, one crossed over the other...
Until she remembered the boy standing behind her, that is. Instead, she stood upright and turned around to face him, finding a quizzical look on his face.
“What? Don’t tell me you’re getting weak in the knees now,” she said in her best “fearless captain” voice.
At this, Link glanced away like a shy puppy, rubbing the back of his head.
“Then get your butt up here! I need someone to help lug back all that treasure inside.” Tetra crossed her arms and shot him a wink. “And if you’re quick enough, I might just let you keep some of it!”
Perhaps it was the wink, but Link got the message and climbed out of the boat. He was a bit more careful with his hop, but the discomfort was still there, enough to make his face twitch just a little.
From there, the two climbed the steps up to the shrine’s entrance. They kept their eyes on the shrine and its elaborate construction, but it was hard to admire the design when their need to pee was at the forefront of their minds.
Tetra was first to reach the large, stone doors that served as the gateway inside. She put her hand on the door and gave a light push, but as expected, they didn’t budge.
“Of course, it had to be locked,” she said with a huff. “Well, got any ideas?”
Link’s first idea was to put this on hold until he found a spot to relieve himself, but he knew that wouldn’t go over well. With his legs idly rubbing together, Link put a hand to his chin as he looked over the shrines for another way in.
He soon pointed straight at something that might work: a hole in the wall, partly collapsed from centuries of erosion.
“Okay, but how do we get up there?” asked Tetra. “Is there anywhere your hookshot could latch onto?”
To this, Link shook his head. The surfaces were too smooth, and there wasn’t anything hanging above he could shoot at.
“Guess we just gotta do it the old fashioned way,” Tetra said with a sigh. “For your sake, you better haven’t gotten rusty.”
Link sighed as well, for he knew what she meant.
Tetra turned her back to Link and quietly gulped, not looking forward to what lied ahead. As Link approached her, she lowered herself into a squat, gritting her teeth from the position confusing her bladder. It was not time to pee, but it sure felt like it.
Meanwhile, Link crouched down behind her, feeling a similar pressure on his bladder. He may not have normally squatted to go, but it still wasn’t easy on his groin. There was no hesitation for the next move; in one fluid motion, he grabbed Tetra by the feet and lifted her up over his head.
Their urge to pee nearly doubled in this new position, from Link being forced into a stretched stance, and from Tetra having an unstable seat atop his hands. As such, Link wasted no time in getting to a good spot to throw her. He tip-toed and wiggled at the spot, taking the time to make sure it was fine in spite of his throbbing groin.
“You gonna throw me or not?” Tetra was not as patient as him. She wanted to claim the treasure inside already, but more importantly, she didn’t want to accidentally lose bladder control right on top of someone’s head. No amount of gold or valuable artifacts would erase that shame.
But Link found his patience wearing thin, too. He leaned back and put as much strength as he could into the throw.
A bit too much.
A mere instant after Tetra left his hands, Link felt a small warmth enter into his underwear. The subtle contraction of his muscles had allowed a spurt to slip past his guard, and it was the only thing he could think about at first. He squeezed his legs together and hopped in place to make sure nothing else slipped, which it thankfully didn’t.
Meanwhile, Link’s toss proved to be on point for Tetra, as she cleared the gap with ease. As her feet landed, Tetra folded into a crouch, one hand pressing into the stone as well.
She had expected the impact to feel a bit rough. However, she didn’t expect to feel a little wet as well.
“Eep!” She stood up tall and rigid, putting a hand to her groin. It was only a little bit, not enough to show up on her cloth pants, but even that was cause for alarm. She stood there shaking her hips until she was certain no more would slip out, which it didn’t.
Still, this little spurt was making what little patience she had run thin. Shaking her head, she went straight to the door’s other side and pulled the lever there. The doors pulled open, grinding across the ground and stopping with a thud.
On the other side, Link snapped out of his little dance and stepped inside the shrine. Potty time could wait; now, it was hero time.
The shrine’s interior greeted the two adventurers with… not much, really. A few statues, an ornate floor with a marble design intercutting through the stone, some steps that went to some raised floors, and an open passageway across the room from them.
“Well, I guess they wouldn’t put their treasure out in the open,” Tetra remarked, though she wished the opposite was true. A good challenge was fun and all, but not on a full bladder.
Link agreed with that notion, even if she didn’t know it. He took a step into the shrine, when the stone beneath his foot suddenly sank in with a click. A door fell and closed the passageway ahead, scattering the dust on the ground. Some of the marble flooring sank down to form broken trenches, while levers rose up from the raised platforms.
Immediately, Tetra and Link were on their guard, expecting some sort of monster attack or dastardly trap to come at any moment. What actually came was far worse. Two panels on the wall next to the door raised up, and out poured an endless deluge of pure blue water, filling into a basin that surrounded the room’s outer edge. At the same time, the two biggest statues, a fish person each carrying a large pot in the center, lowered their arms into channels blocked off from the water.
It was a puzzle, no two ways about it. The two would have to put their heads together and work out the answer if they aimed to progress. Not a big deal on its own, but right now, neither could focus on a solution. Their gazes remained fixated on the waterfalls in the room, gallons upon gallons flowing into the trenches below, filling the air with sounds of crashing water. Their mere existence made their bladders feel twice as heavy, and their brains twice as dense.
“Oh, you have to be kidding me!” groaned Tetra. She forgot herself for a second and squeezed her legs, only to remember the boy standing next to her. She glanced at him with nervous eyes and said “Uh, I mean, why do these ancient ruins always gotta have crazy puzzles? Talk about a real pain in the neck, huh?”
Link only paid a little attention to Tetra’s barely-hidden nervousness, his thoughts preoccupied with how badly he wanted to add his contribution to the water level right now.
Tetra shook her head. “Ugh, whatever. Let’s figure this out before the walls close in or something.”
On shaky legs, Link and Tetra walked around the room, inspecting the puzzle and trying their hardest to not add their own waterfalls to the room. It seemed the goal was to raise and lower the trenches so the water flow would be redirected into the statue’s jars.
They pulled the levers one at a time, noting how they would make certain trenches raise and lower accordingly. It was simply a matter of pulling the right pattern of levers until every trench was down, then the gates to the outer moat would open and flow where it needed to.
However, what should have been a fairly straightforward obstacle became a brutal ordeal for the desperate duo. The constant running water made their bodies all but scream “Just pee already!”, and due to how far apart the levers were spaced, the puzzle took much longer than they definitely wanted it to. It didn’t help that the levers took some strength to pull, meaning they had to pull some away from their taxed holding muscles each and every time. With every lever, their faith in holding out wavered, while their desire to make a run for the basin only got stronger.
But right before it finally proved too much, the last trench finally lowered into position. Gritting her teeth and rubbing her legs together from the privacy of the lever, Tetra watched as the floodgates opened, then quickly looked away before all that water rushed right into the statue’s jars. As they filled, the fish’s eyes lit up, and the door lifted back open.
“Finally! That took way too long,” said Tetra. “Well, don’t just stand there, get moving!”
Link, who had been biting his lower lip and squirming a good deal, snapped to attention and quickly rejoined her. Neither of them could get away from the waterfalls quickly enough, both walking at a brisk pace as they headed deeper into the shrine.
Tetra kept a grumpy frown while she walked, but on the inside, she was seriously worried she wouldn’t be able to hold out. The puzzle took almost everything she had to keep anything from leaking out. If this wasn’t the last water puzzle that these walking fish folk had put together… she didn’t dare think about it.
Link echoed these thoughts, though neither of them knew it. This had to have been the most desperate he had been in a long time. He might have been a hero, but he was still a kid with limits, and he was reaching the height of those limits very soon.
Despite their worry, they forged onward regardless, neither willing to give up for their own reasons. Eventually, they reached the next room, both of them dreading what awaited them, but stepping in anyway.
There were no waterfalls or rushing water to greet them, thankfully. In fact, there wasn’t much of anything in this room, either. Another moat surrounded the outer edges, with pillars and statues forming another square inside. This time, the floor was uniform in its design, making it unlikely another puzzle would be sprung upon them.
“Ugh, another empty room,” Tetra grunted, though she breathed a mental sigh. “Come on, nothing to see here. We’ll just walk through here and-Ah!?”
Something hit her on the shoulder. Something cold, wet, and slimy, making a shiver run down her spine. Her neck craned over, and she found what looked like blue chuchu goop running down her arm.
“Ew, gross!” she shrieked, brushing it off her arm right away. Right as she finished, another glob of it fell onto the floor right next to her foot. It was only after the third bit fell that they figured looking up would be a good idea.
They quickly wished they hadn’t. Clinging to the ceiling was a massive blob, with what looked like a red nucleus hiding within all the blue. Its body stretched as it lurched down from the ceiling, intending to squish them both.
“Watch out!” Tetra yelled right before she and Link jumped back, the goopy mass just missing them by inches as it hit the floor with a heavy splat. Out of reflex, they both drew their weapons, a straight sword and shield for Link, and a cutlass and flintlock pistol for Tetra, while the blob reformed and rose up. The nucleus inside swam around like an angry hornet, and a loud, gurgling noise akin to a yell rang out. It didn’t take a genius to know this creature was not friendly.
“Of course there had to be at least one gross monster in here,” said Tetra, legs spread and sword pointed right at the blob. This position was murder on her bladder, but she couldn’t think about that now. “Let’s slice this thing into pieces! Ready, Link?”
He nodded, also feeling the pain of a bladder about to burst, but knowing that far more important things were at stake.
Link and Tetra grit their teeths as they leapt forward, each delivering a strong slash into the blob’s sides. They landed with a bit of slime on their swords and turned around, confident in their attack.
The gashes were only there for a second before they reformed, like the cuts never even happened. If anything, all they had done was irritate the monster, if the tentacles shooting from its mass was anything to go by.
Both heroes grit their teeth and went on the defense, Link raising his shield and Tetra aiming her gun. As a tentacle lashed out towards her, Tetra pulled the trigger, firing a steel pellet with deadly aim.
Unfortunately, it was not a deadly blow. The pellet passed clean through the tentacle, the hole filling back up in the blink of an eye. But before Tetra could realize this, the appendage lashed out, striking her across the gut.
With an “Oof!”, Tetra went tumbling into the ground, her cutlass lost in the roll. She lied on the floor until her head quit spinning, then slowly pushed herself up with a groan. Somewhere in the back of her head, she acknowledged the wetness in her underwear had grown stronger, but the sight in front of her was far more worrisome.
“Link!” While she had been knocked away, Link had been grabbed by the other tentacle and lifted off the ground. He’d lost his grip on his sword and shield, leaving him to squirm and struggle in the monster’s clutches.
His plight was obvious, but less so was the little wet patch that had formed on the front of his tights, hidden underneath the hem of his tunic. The monster’s squeezing had pushed a little bit of his pee out, and more would certainly flow if he couldn’t break free.
But how? For all his struggling, Link was helpless in the blob’s grasp. Tetra knew she had to save him, yet their normal attacks just weren’t cutting it. There had to be something…
Her eyes lowered to his fallen gear, the sword, shield, and…
Suddenly, she had an idea. It had no guarantee of working, but it was better than nothing.
Tetra scrambled into a full sprint, ignoring the massive protesting her bladder gave her. As her goal loomed near, the monster swung two tentacles at her, one straight down and the other sweeping across the ground. She leapt over the latter, then rolled out of the slamming one, ending up right over her target: Link’s hookshot and sword.
Picking up the hookshot, she took aim at the red core of the monster, and fired away. The hook pierced through the gloop with ease and latched onto the nucleus, pulling it out of it comfy home and into the open.
Once she saw it approaching her, Tetra grabbed the sword and swung as hard as she could. The blade sliced right through the core, falling past her in two pieces, its color already fading upon hitting the ground. A moment later, and the massive blob lost its form and fell apart, the goop spreading out and dissolving across the floor.
“Whoa!” Link gasped as he fell straight down, landing on his rear end. He rubbed his sore bottom with a wince, like this hurt more than anything that monster could have done.
“Link! You alright?” Tetra asked, dropping his gear and walking to his side.
He looked up and gave a faint smile. It would take much more than a sore butt to best this hero.
Tetra sighed and chuckled. She had to be honest: after having to play the damsel in distress a couple times, it felt nice to be the one saving him for once.
“What would you do without me?” she asked, extending a hand. He grabbed on and let her pull him back on his feet.
They paused for a moment to look at each other, sharing in each other’s company. Tetra could not explain it, much less admit, but being with Link, especially while on an adventure, brought a sense of peace to her she didn’t get with anyone else. Having just triumphed over that monster, she felt she could slow down and enjoy the warm feelings for a bit.
“Eh!?”
But then she felt a warmth growing somewhere else, and all those good feelings vanished in an instant.
Tetra’s face turned bright red and her smile dropped into a horrified frown, sweat forming on her cheek and brow. Her right hand snapped to her groin while her left balled into a fist and her legs squeezed together from the knees up with every last bit of strength she had.
Just like a switch, Link’s expression went from smiling to frowning in worry. He stepped up to her, hands outstretched as he looked up and down to see what was wrong. Those caring eyes burning into her as she was moments away from bursting were the last thing she needed.
Tetra opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she could only let out a squeaky gasp as she felt it: urine moving from her bladder and towards freedom, the exact instant before her control gave out and the flood started.
And flood, it did. The warmth in her panties quickly spread far and wide, drenching them within moments. A faint hiss began just before a big patch grew almost instantly at her groin and butt, forming several trails as it ran all the way down her pants and legs. Several drops and small streams of yellow fell from everywhere they could, from between her knees, to the inner sides of her pants’ legholes. These bits of pee all piddled onto the ground like a small rain, forming a puddle and leaving a faint splatter on her feet.
This wasn’t real, was it? It was the only thing she could think at first. Tetra, famed pirate, treasure hunter, and secret princess, was not peeing her pants in front of another kid, the Hero of Winds no less! Unfortunately, the gross, wet warmth covering her lower body and hand, the faint piddling noises below, and the stink of urea all made her accident impossible to deny.
She continued to stare blankly at Link, who only returned her gaze, growing blush and all. Their thoughts were the exact same as well: what could they possibly say to the other to make this any better? She couldn’t lie and say she got wet in the fight, not when he had seen it from the start. Meanwhile, he had never dealt with such a problem before.
The only similar moment Link could recall was back on his home island. His little sister Aryll had been playing around for so long, she forgot to use the bathroom until it was too late, leaving a wet patch on her dress and shine on her bare legs. She might have stood in her puddle and cried all day if their grandma hadn’t been there.
“Everyone makes mistakes from time to time,” he remembered her saying as she put a hand around Aryll’s back. “Why, even Link had an accident or two at your age!”
He had wanted to yell at his grandma for revealing something so embarrassing, but then he saw how Aryll’s bawling stopped, and a hint of curiosity appeared in her eyes. It may have wounded his pride, but it helped made his sister feel a little better, so he couldn’t be that upset.
Suddenly, he knew just how to take the edge off of this moment. His bladder knew just as well, for it let out another spurt into his still wet underwear.
“Gah!” Link yelped as he twisted his legs together and shoved both hands onto his crotch, entering into one last potty dance. His hips wiggled, teeth grit, and eye shut, making him look more desperate than he had ever been his entire life.
Faced with the sudden sound and pathetic-looking boy in front of her, Tetra immediately forgot she was wetting herself. “W-What are you…?”
Another gasp as Link came to a stop, all his muscles going rigid as he was only a hair’s breadth from passing the point of no return. He could feel all the urine pressing inside, preparing to make the journey out of his body, but he knew he couldn’t stop it this time. Even stranger than that, however, was that he didn’t want to stop it.
Link took in one last sharp breath as he felt the pressure moving down and towards the exit at long last. The first spurt was strong enough to break through his underwear and stain his white tights. A dribble followed right after, quickly growing what would have been a strong stream as Link fully embraced that he was wetting himself.
Just like Tetra, he had more than plenty to let out. Several damp trails snaked down his tights while a steady dribble fell between his legs and piddled onto the ground. The dampness clung to him more than it did to Tetra, and with much of it going into his boots, his feet ended up getting soaked as well. Even the skirt of his tunic formed a small patch before he held it out to avoid staining it anymore.
All the while, Link looked down at Tetra’s feet, whimpering and blushing as he had an accident. Even after being grabbed by a slimy tentacle, this was still the grossest and most humiliated he had felt in a long time. Still, he knew it was for the better that it ended this way. If nothing else, at least he was finally ridding himself of that painful pressure.
As Link had hoped, Tetra didn’t feel like crying or having a breakdown of some sort anymore. Rather, she couldn’t take her eyes off Link, or more specifically, his lower body. Wetting herself was not something she would have expected to happen today, but neither was Link peeing his pants right after. She wasn’t stupid; his accident happening just after hers was not a coincidence.
Her first thought was to yell at him for daring to take pity on her like that. Just who did this kid think he was? But, as she looked into those sad puppy-dog eyes of his, that desire died away, replaced with an urge to make another noise.
“Pfft… tee-hee-hee!” she giggled, lifting her clean hand to her mouth. Even at the tail-end of her accident, with the streams fading into small, occasional drops, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
Link raised his gaze to her in a look of confusion. Was she laughing at him now? That wasn’t exactly how he wanted her to react.
“Mmm-mm… S-Sorry,” said Tetra, getting her chuckling back under control. “It’s just… Of everyone I could have peed myself in front of, it had to be the one person in the whole ocean who would pee himself to make me feel better!”
Link looked away from her. Of course she would figure things out; Tetra was as smart as she was fearless. She wouldn’t be a pirate captain otherwise.
“But I guess that’s what makes you one-of-a-kind,” she continued, “You always look out for others, not even thinking about your own problems.”
To this, Link rubbed the back of his head.
“Hey, I meant that in a good way! Whenever we’re on an adventure or getting in a fight, I know you’ll have my back. That’s the best thing I could ever ask of a crew member… and a friend.”
Link looked back at her with a blush. Did she really just…?
But then Tetra sighed and her smile fell away. “Right, I guess this is where I say sorry for not being open about my bathroom needs, and being pushy and blah-blah-blah,” she said, rubbing her head. “I know it’s asking a lot, but…”
Tetra could not bring herself to say the last bit, but found she didn’t need to. Looking at Link’s small smile, she knew that he had already forgiven her. Sometimes, she swore his heart was bigger than his brain, but she wouldn’t have it any other way with him. Sharing the smile, she took a step forward for reasons even she couldn’t explain…
But the smile dropped when she became aware of her panties and pants clinging to her legs and sensitive places in an unpleasant way. Just when she was getting over it, too.
“Eugh,” she groaned, “There is no way I’m going any further like this.”
Link had to admit, he really didn’t want to finish this treasure hunt in peed tights and squishy boots, either. Looking to the side, he pointed to the small canals where he could maybe take a quick dip and wash some of the urine off.
“Huh? What now?” asked Tetra. “Oh, I get it. Sure, a quick dip sounds real nice right now.”
Link gave an embarrassed chuckle, stepping towards the water.
“Hey, one last thing.”
He turned around, and was suddenly face-to-face with an intense glare.
“If you say a word of this to anyone, I will make you walk the plank in shark-infested waters… butt-naked!” she yelled, leaning right into his face.
Immediately, Link straightened up and nodded furiously, sporting a face that tried way too hard to be serious. He’d just as quickly fight Ganondorf again before angering Tetra.
As he turned around and hurried over to the channel, Tetra giggled a bit to herself. She knew he would never blab about this, but she just couldn’t help but tease him. The boy was too cute for his own good, sometimes.
Stifling her laughter, Tetra noted how exhausted she felt right now. They really hadn’t done much in this place, but the stress of holding and finally peeing herself took a lot out of her. Still, she didn’t feel like locking herself away in her room, or giving Link the beating of a lifetime. She was going to finish her quest with a hero by her side no matter what. If nothing else, she needed to bring home some gold other than what she just made in her pants.
(A/N: And that's the second-place winner of the story poll complete! Guess I better get to work on the third-place story next... then again, I may not be entirely finished with this pair. Decisions, decisions...) |
Told you all I wasn't done yet with these two. Enjoy a look at how this story's climax could have also played out.
Warning: This ending is a bit naughtier than usual. Reader discretion definitely advised.
Pirate’s Pride, Hero’s HonorAlternate Ending: Relief and Discovery
With thanks to Captain L and Lordbardak (Phoenix) for editing
“Eh!?”
But then she felt a warmth growing somewhere else, and all those good feelings vanished in an instant.
Tetra’s face turned bright red and her smile dropped into a horrified frown, sweat forming on her cheek and brow. Her right hand snapped to her groin while her left balled into a fist and her legs squeezed together from the knees up with every last bit of strength she had.
Just like a switch, Link’s expression went from smiling to frowning in worry. He stepped up to her, hands outstretched as he looked up and down to see what was wrong. Those caring eyes burning into her as she was moments away from bursting were the last thing she needed.
“Ah… err…” Time was running out for Tetra, and she knew it. She was going to pee soon, and no amount of pride was going to stop her anymore, but first, she had to get away from him.
“I.. I’m fine! B-Be right back!” She jerked away from Link and bolted for the canals, hand firmly pressed into her crotch. If she could just get behind one of the columns, she would have enough privacy to drop trou and let loose, even with a boy nearby.
But while her mind was purely focused on the impending release, Link’s was only full of confusion. Tetra suddenly scrunching her face in pain and running off had left him a good deal baffled. Was she hurt or sick somehow? He had seen her take a blow from the monster, maybe it affected her some way?
But one thing was clear: Tetra needed his help, and he wasn’t going to abandon her.
Meanwhile, Tetra had just rounded the corner to a pillar and stared at the canal, its clear waters reflecting her tense face back at her. Was she truly about to squat and pee in the middle of a shrine, probably held sacred by some people from long ago?
Another spurt quickly answered her question. These walking seafood things were long gone, a little piddle would be far from the worst thing to happen in here. Wiggling and bouncing from one foot to the other, Tetra got to work undoing her sash, letting it fall behind her and revealing her midriff. She undid the one button normally hidden at the crotch of her pants, then gripped the sides of her slacks and underwear, intending to yank them straight down.
Some footsteps and a sense of personal space invasion put a stop to that.
“Huh!?” Tetra jerked her head over and saw the last thing she wanted to see: Link, standing right next to her as she was about to make herself indecent.
“W-W-What are you doing!?” she yelled, her face turning pink.
Link jumped a bit at her yell, but quickly remembered his duty. He lifted a hand and reached out to her, letting his face show his concern for her. If something was wrong, he wanted to help.
Tetra looked back at him in sheer exasperation. How dumb was this kid if he couldn’t read all the obvious signs? Not that she really wanted to telegraph such things to him, but she didn’t have a choice. It was either this or having to walk out of here in stained pants.
Tetra closed her eyes and finally told him the one thing she didn’t want to: “I gotta pee!”
As if the word was magic, Link’s entire body went rigid. All of Tetra’s body language became incredibly obvious in hindsight, as did the fact that he had just stepped in on a girl about to do something very private. That was not the biggest problem, either. In that moment, Link’s own urgent needs came flooding back, worse than ever before. He squeezed his legs together and shoved both hands between them, doing anything he could to stifle the unyielding pressure inside. With maybe seconds to go before it all came shooting out, modesty was the last thing on his mind.
This was certainly not the reaction Tetra expected him to have. For a moment, she stood aghast at this boy making the worst potty dance she had ever seen. However, she quickly realized that it changed nothing; she needed privacy, and he needed to be gone.
But looking into his desperate, pleading eyes, Tetra knew that he probably couldn’t take another step, let alone move to his own peeing spot before soaking his tights. Her eyes darted between him, the canal next to them, and her own pants, still held up only by her hands. There was only one way both of them could avoid an accident now. She didn’t like it, but she couldn’t find it in her to refuse it.
“Alright!” she said, getting his attention. “You peek, you die, got it?”
“H-Huh?” Link stopped dancing for a moment. Did she really just say he could…? And next to her!? No time to ponder it, not when he could feel a little bit moving out of his bladder and through the urethra. He nodded and quickly turned to the canal. If that wasn’t what she meant, he could deal with her wrath after he was empty.
The moment Link began fumbling with his belt, Tetra looked away and tightened her fists. She knew what she said, but she still needed a second to commit to it. As another wave of pressure hit her, she shut her eyes, then crouched down while pulling her pants and lightly damp, pink panties to her knees.
At the same time, Link had just gotten his belt unclasped, and his hands shot underneath his tunic. His right hand lifted up the hem while the left pulled his tights and underwear down before reaching back up to take aim.
Neither of them could hold back any longer the instant they exposed themselves to the open air. Link was already dribbling a bit before it came out, re-wetting the small patch on his tights, but once free, his pee shot out in a solid, steady stream of gold. Tetra’s was not so powerful, instead leaving as a light trickle, with a little running down her privates and falling directly below. Even with everything laid bare, there was still a bit of apprehension holding her back. Regardless, both streams landed into the still waters, creating a cavalcade of peeing noises not unlike using a toilet, and a distinct smell soon entered their noses.
At first, both Link and Tetra could only focus on the awkward air between them, broken only by their embarrassing sounds. But as their bladders finally began to shrink down, a wave of pleasure went through their bodies that they couldn’t ignore. Link’s eyes drifted shut as he sighed with a smile, while Tetra made more of a moan, a noise she normally would never make around a boy, but darn it, it felt so nice to pee after so long.
She could feel herself relaxing into her relief, especially down below. Her tiny trickle grew the more she let go in her mind, until it became a strong but messy spray, splashing into the water with force. Finally, her privates let off a hiss that matched the volume of the powerful miniature waterfall she was making.
This did not go unnoticed by Link. Despite growing up with his little sister and grandma, he had never heard a girl use the bathroom before, let alone so badly. This sound forced his eyes open and put him on the alert. Was there a snake nearby, he wondered? Worse than that, was some kind of bomb lit underneath them?
He looked towards the source of the noise, prepared for anything, or so he thought. What he found set his eyes and mouth wide open, and his mind in a stupor.
There it was, an unobstructed view of Tetra’s treasure, spraying urine without a care. Right away, the image burned itself into Link’s mind, never to be forgotten, while he felt a certain warmth growing all over him, but especially at his groin.
It wasn’t the first time he had seen what lied between a girl’s legs. He could still recall a time growing up on Outset Island, when his little sister Aryll forgot to wear her panties one day. The wind picked up, and her dress blew up, giving Link a view he was not prepared for.
That was not something he wanted to see at the time, especially not from family. As a growing adolescent now, he couldn’t help but find Tetra’s fascinating. His boyish curiosity overpowered his respect for her privacy. Soon, he was noticing the smaller things, like how much lighter her skin was here, and how a little of her urine dribbled straight down. Girls must not have had it as easy with peeing as boys, he figured.
But then Tetra let out a smaller groan, and Link suddenly remembered the very clear threat she gave him. He jerked his head away, eyes darting to a random piece of wall, his cheeks burning red. Freed from the mesmerizing sight, Link could only feel ashamed of himself for betraying his friend’s trust. If she truly killed him over this, he knew he deserved it.
While he wallowed in his shame, Tetra felt her relief dying down even as her stream was as strong as ever. Boredom and awkwardness setting in, she decided to open her eyes, if just to quickly check that she was not getting her clothes wet.
Her eyes bugged out right away. The first thing that got her attention was not her stream, but the one flying next to her at eye-level. Link didn’t even take a couple steps away before letting loose, so it was in her sights no matter where her eyes went.
She should have been grossed out. Anytime she caught one of her crew peeing off the side of the ship, they always got a good tongue-lashing for doing that around her. Despite these incidents, she had been fortunate enough to avoid getting an eyeful of anyone’s nethers, never quite understanding how they could relieve themselves so easily.
Until today, that is. Now at the age where boys were starting to catch her eye, Tetra couldn’t deny the curiosity welling up inside. Before she realized what she was doing, her eyes followed Link’s stream from where it hit the water, back up the air, and all the way to its source.
Just like how he had a clear look of hers, Tetra was blessed with an up-close, unobstructed view of Link’s “Master Sword”, of sorts. Her mouth dropped open as she finally got to see exactly what guys had in their pants, and it was… weird. Maybe not as ugly as she expected, but a foreign thing nonetheless.
The more she stared, the more questions she had. Could boys just aim their pee anywhere they wanted? Did they even need to wipe afterwards? What were those round things underneath? Was that where the pee came from?
...Was it getting bigger?
Tetra turned her head away, feeling the heat on her cheeks. This was getting too weird for her to handle, especially given her own privates were exposed as well. That thought also made her remember her threat to Link, and how she had just gone and did that exact thing to him. Some captain she was, not even living up to the standards she expected of her crew.
And so, both Link and Tetra sulked in their dishonesty until their streams grew weaker and weaker. A couple final spurts later, and both were finished peeing. Their combined urine left a large, discolored pool in the waters, one that would take quite a while before it dissipated. As for the dribbles left on the water… well, no one would really be there to notice.
This just left cleanup and redressing. Letting go of his boyhood, Link pulled his tights back up, let the hem fall back down, then redid his belt. There was an uncomfortable tightness in his clothes now, something he hoped would calm down before long. Tetra looked for anything to wipe herself with, only to realize there was nothing available, and that it wouldn’t matter with her panties as wet as they were. With a sigh, she pulled her pants back up, wincing at the wet contact, then put her sash and pants back on.
Their potty time was finally over, with no accidents to boot, but neither of them felt like celebrating. Link turned and stepped away, wanting to put this moment behind him as soon as possible.
“Hey, wait!”
He stopped in his tracks, not having the courage to turn around and face Tetra. Little did he know, she didn’t want to be face-to-face with him, either. Still, she had to get this off her chest.
“Er…” she tried to say it, that she had peeked on him when she told him not to do the same, but the words wouldn’t leave her mouth. No matter how many times she did it in the past, admitting her faults never got any easier. Eventually, she gave up altogether and went with something else bugging her.
“Did you peek?”
Link stood more still than a statue.
“Answer me!”
Link slowly turned around, not saying a word. He didn’t need to; his bright-red face and inability to look her in the eyes told her everything.
“Y-Y-You…!” Tetra’s face was a mix of unbridled anger and mortified shock. She marched towards him and raised a hand, balling it into the tightest fist possible. Link shut his eyes and braced himself for his punishment.
Several uncomfortably long seconds passed, but Link didn’t feel her strike. He slowly lifted one eye open, only to find Tetra had not moved, her fist shaking in the air.
“Nngh… Gah, I can’t!” She threw her fist down and glanced away.
He tilted his head in confusion, waiting for an answer of some kind.
“I can’t punish you because…” she looked him dead in the eyes. “Because I looked too, okay!”
“Huh!?” His hands went to cover his clothed crotch. A girl had seen him there! Was she gonna tease him about it for his punishment?
“Y-yeah, I did,” Tetra continued, her hands behind her back. “And it wasn’t just a quick peek, either. I know, I’m a big hypocrite, and I guess I deserved getting peeked at, too.”
Link opened his mouth as if to speak her name, but no sound came out. He didn’t know where the conversation would have gone, but it wasn’t here.
“For what it’s worth, yours wasn’t… gross, or ugly, or anything like that.” She perked up and made eye contact again. “Hey wait, you didn’t think mine was gross, did you?”
Taken aback, Link quickly shook his head.
“Heh, I should’ve expected. You are a boy, after all.” Tetra sighed and rubbed her head. “Alright, let’s just agree we both did something we shouldn’t do, and never speak of this to anyone ever. Sound good?”
It sounded like the grown-up thing to do, even if Link wasn’t going to forget this moment for a long time. He nodded and smiled at her, just as eager to put this behind him.
Tetra cracked a smile as well. Link was truly not like any other boy she knew, and she was all the more thankful for it. “Great! Now then, I bet that blob monster was the last thing keeping us from every last secret in this place, what do you think?”
Link didn’t respond. He was just happy to see her returning to her old self again.
“You’re right, only one way to find out!” Tetra walked away from the site of their relief, with Link following behind, both ready to get back to their adventure. “By the way, I’m keeping all the treasure we find.”
Link stopped and balked at her. Was she really taking all of it? Not that the treasure mattered as much to him, but he deserved at least a little of it.
“Tee-hee-hee…” She turned around and gave Link a wink. “You’ll be fine. After all, you got to see something better than all the treasure in the ocean!”
(A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! I doubt writing multiple endings will become a regular thing, but I couldn't pass up the chance to write about two cute payoffs without having to make a brand new story entirely. As for what's next... Not sure, tbh. I've hit a crossroads on what to write next, and I may need some time to figure that out. Just gotta wait and see what I come up with next.) |
Here's another Equestria Girls fanfic I wrote depicting some kinky pet play and pony play combined with wetting. If anyone would prefer to see this with OC's (since Equestria Girls stories don't seem that popular here), I could do another version changing it to OC's. I also removed the farts (since that doesn't seem to be too popular here), but left in the characters smelling bad from not washing, if that's not too big a turn-off. If it is I can redo it to cut that out.
Might be stretchy, but don't take too seriously and enjoy the fetish fuel.
Wet Pet Play and Pony Ride
Pinkie Pie was hanging out with Fluttershy at the zoo. She was wearing her dirty jean shorts and pink and white T-shirt rather than her cake frosting-smelling dress she wore to work, because she was sure Fluttershy didn't mind bad smells since sometimes a few of the animals she would see smelled worse than her.
Pinkie and Sunset had been smelling bad for 13 days now, as part of their kinky activities together. She and Fluttershy sat side by side looking at some horses.
Fluttershy sniffed. She looked in Pinkie's direction, and sniffed her. "Um... Pinkie Pie... You kind of, maybe smell bad. Just a little bit."
"I had beans for breakfast." Pinkie giggled.
"No, it doesn't smell like you farted. It smells like you haven't washed for a long time."
"Oh. That explains it, cause I didn't even fart on this bench!"
"I noticed Sunset doesn't smell very nice either. Are your showers working?"
"Oh yeah, they're fine! Sunset and I just haven't washed for 13 days cause we decided to try being really stinky and we're having a lot of fun with it because I think we both have a fetish for it and we like to sniff each other and-" She stopped. "Sorry Fluttershy, that's probably sounding really weird to you, and we're planning to take a bath tonight anyway."
"It's not much weirder than what I do with Rainbow Dash."
"What?"
Fluttershy blushed beet red. "Nothing."
"What do you do with Rainbow Dash? Would it be something I'd like to try with Sunset?"
"Um..." Fluttershy talked a little too quietly for Pinkie to hear.
"Yes?"
"I... kind of really like it when Rainbow Dash puts a leash on me and treats me like a pet."
"Oooh! That sounds fun!"
"It is. Rainbow Dash wasn't sure if I could handle some of the things she likes to do, but I've surprised her quite a bit. I've never even had to use my safeword to get her to stop. Oh, but don't tell anyone except Sunset about this."
"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. Sunset and I are gonna have a lot of fun today!"
...
"That sounds interesting," said Sunset once Pinkie was over at her house a few minutes later. (Note: Sunset is wearing a teal tank top and jeans, which smell as bad as Pinkie)
"Would you like to try it before our bath?" said Pinkie. "If I want you to stop I'll say 'Cherry Changa.' But I don't think I'll need to!" Pinkie held out a dog leash.
Sunset put the leash around Pinkie's neck. Pinkie got into a sitting position and started scratching herself with her back leg. Sunset did seem to like this a bit.
"Stay while I fill your water bowl," said Sunset. She got a big bowl out of the cupboard, and saw that Pinkie had followed her on all fours, grinning mischievously.
"I said stay," said Sunset, and she slapped Pinkie's butt. Pinkie giggled, which she quickly turned into a fake whimper, and walked away and sat down.
Sunset pulled out a bottle of soda, one of many she had handy for when Pinkie was over. She poured the entire bottle into the bowl. Pinkie walked over to it and drank it like a dog. It did not take her long to finish, even though she had already drank five big bottles of soda before going to the zoo.
Sunset took a chocolate cupcake with cream cheese frosting out of the container of cupcakes that Pinkie had baked for her recently. Pinkie sat down with her mouth open. Sunset threw the cupcake, and Pinkie caught it in her mouth and swallowed it whole.
Then Sunset set an apple pie with a whip cream topping next to the soda bowl. "Eat that only with your mouth."
Pinkie started chomping away at the pie, getting whip cream and filling on her shirt and all over her face. This pet play was entirely new for her and she loved it.
Once she was done, Sunset wiped the whip cream off her face. "We don't want anyone to think you have rabies."
Pinkie giggled.
"How would you like to go for a walk through the park?" said Sunset.
Pinkie started panting with her tongue and walked forward on all fours. Sunset walked after her, opened the door, and walked along the sidewalk to the nearby park. Anyone they walked by dismissed it as Pinkie just being Pinkie Pie. Everyone in town had seen her do lots of weird stuff, and to them, this was no different.
They had just reached the park and were walking for about a minute when Pinkie said "I gotta go pee!"
Sunset was about to let her go find a place to pee, when she realized Pinkie hadn't used her safeword, Cherry Changa. Sunset chuckled and said "Just hold it."
Pinkie whimpered as Sunset continued to walk her through the park. The sodas she had drank had gone through her and she really needed to go. Her heart was pounding not just from how badly she needed to pee, but also from the situation she was in. Being denied the bathroom, possibly to the point of an accident, was very exciting for her. She knew she could end it any time, but she didn't want to.
They walked through a grassy area with trees, a little out of view in case anyone came by. Pinkie wanted to cross her legs but she couldn't, as Sunset had her keep walking. This just made it more exciting for her.
"I REALLY gotta go!" said Pinkie.
"I said hold it," said Sunset, half-expecting her to say "Cherry Changa", but she never did. Pinkie wanted this and Sunset knew it.
A little over a minute later, Pinkie felt the crotch of her stinky shorts grow warm and wet. She stopped in her tracks as she started peeing full force. She sighed in immense relief and pleasure as warm, yellow waterfalls flowed down her legs in torrents and soaked the grass below her.
Sunset stared as Pinkie wet herself in front of her. She must have really needed to go. Her shorts were drenched and she was still peeing. She felt just as aroused as when she had been massaging Pinkie's butt over the past several days. And she could tell, from Pinkie's deep sighs, that she was enjoying this greatly.
After about a minute, she slapped Pinkie's butt. "Keep moving!"
Pinkie shook her head as if snapping out of a trance and started to walk forward, still peeing. She knew beyond all doubt her white panties were yellow now. Not that they were very white before her accident.
She peed for just over two minutes, and continued the walk in her wet shorts. This was even more fun for her than when she had accidentally peed a little when Sunset had tickled her.
After about half an hour of walking around the park, they reached a big mud puddle, for it had rained the night before.
"Step into the mud," said Sunset.
Pinkie did as she was told, getting mud all over her hands and knees.
"Now lay on your back."
Pinkie laid on her back and raised her arms and legs in the air. Sunset gave Pinkie a belly rub, causing Pinkie to giggle and splash a bit of mud around.
Once Sunset was done, Pinkie got back on all fours, the back of her T-shirt and shorts covered in mud, and the front of her shorts wet with her pee. And, like Sunset, she smelled bad. Sunset turned around and walked Pinkie back home.
After Sunset threw another cupcake to Pinkie, she removed the leash. "Was that as fun as you hoped?"
"I REALLY need a bath, but that was even MORE fun than I thought it'd be!"
"Why don't we take that bath now?"
Sunset filled the tub with soapy water. Pinkie stepped into the tub. "Are you ready, Sunny?"
"One minute. I have to go to the bathroom first." Sunset sat on the toilet and started to pee in her jeans. "Ahhhhh..."
Pinkie giggled as Sunset wet herself. Once Sunset was done peeing, she climbed into the tub with Pinkie. They dunked each other's heads, lathered their hair with shampoo, and scrubbed each other's sides and armpits simultaneously with soapy sponges.
Then, Sunset scrubbed Pinkie's butt, because Pinkie was the dirtier of the two. Then they switched positions, and Pinkie scrubbed Sunset's butt. Once they were done, they scrubbed each other's stinky feet. Of course, this tickled Pinkie, who splashed about in the tub.
Once they were clean, they drained the water and filled the tub up again, relaxing in the tub for another half hour. Then they got out of the tub. Sunset blow dried Pinkie and changed out of her wet tank top and jeans into her pajamas, and a new pair of underwear.
...
They stayed clean for a few more days, except for some sploshing on one day, which included covering themselves in pudding, frosting, and whip cream after some cake sitting.
Then they stopped washing for another ten days, except instead of wearing her jeans, Sunset wore a short, tight pair of gray shorts due to the summer weather.
After another of their usual sessions, Sunset said "Do you want to do some more pet play?"
"Actually, I'd like you to ride me through the park like a pony this time!"
"Sure." Sunset thought this was funny because she used to be a pony while Pinkie Pie didn't.
A few minutes later, Sunset was riding Pinkie through the park. Anyone who saw them, once again, dismissed it as Pinkie's usual antics.
At about the same point as last time, Pinkie said "Ooh! Sunny, I gotta go potty!"
Sunset just slapped Pinkie's butt in response, getting her to move faster. Pinkie was enjoying this as much as last time. Needing to pee really badly, being denied a bathroom, unable to cross her legs.
She held it as long as she could, but ended up soaking her shorts again. And, just like last time, she stopped to take in how much she loved the relief, the warm wetness, and the naughty feeling of peeing herself, before Sunset slapped her butt, signalling her to continue walking.
Before Pinkie was done peeing, Sunset said "I have to use the bathroom, too." She let go and started to pee in her smelly shorts, sighing of relief.
Pinkie was a little startled by the warm wetness soaking her back, pouring down her butt and the upper part of her shirt. "Sunny, are you..." Pinkie asked as she finished peeing.
"I am." Sunset giggled and peed for nearly as long as Pinkie had before she was done, enjoying the feeling of wetting herself as much as Pinkie had. Aside from her head, Pinkie was now covered in urine, and she liked it.
Sunset rode Pinkie through the mud, during which Pinkie jumped up to splash in the mud, causing Sunset to fall off. Sunset landed butt-first in the mud.
"Pinkie!" Sunset put Pinkie over her knee and spanked her. Pinkie peed on Sunset's lap, as the rest of the soda she drank had gone through her.
They laughed as they continued roughhousing in the mud, before Sunset eventually rode Pinkie back home, and started to fill the bathtub.
Sunset and Pinkie were covered in mud and smelled like pee and sweat. And they loved every bit of it. But now it was time to clean up. And they knew from previous experience that this would also be fun! |
Happy first day of spring! (or first day of autumn for you southern hemisphere peeps!)
"Since it's officially spring, what do you girls think about having a picnic at the park for dinner?" Megan asked after she arrived home from work.
"Yeah, that sounds fun!" Katie replied enthusiastically.
"I'm down!" added Jenny.
"Sweet! I'll make some sandwiches!" Megan said, turning toward the kitchen. Katie went back to her room to play on her computer until they were ready to go. Jenny was sitting at the dining table with textbooks and notes sprawled out working on college chemistry homework.
20 minutes later Megan had a small cooler packed with drinks and sandwiches in zip-lock bags, as well as a backpack containing the picnic blanket and a bag of chips.
"Katie, we're ready to go!" Megan called down the hallway. Katie came out of her room wearing a light jacket. Her jeans were already wet, clearly she had peed them in her room. Megan noticed but fully ignored it. Jenny abandoned her homework and followed the other two out to the garage.
***
They drove to a small neighborhood park a few blocks away. Megan parked the car at the front of the parking lot. There was only one other car there and not another person in sight. Jenny, holding the cooler, and Katie, holding the backpack, got out and stepped up onto the sidewalk in front of the car, then realized Megan wasn't with them. They turned and saw Megan standing next to the closed driver door. She took a quick glance around, then quickly the crotch of her jeans darkened. Glistening wetness spread rapidly in all directions before shooting down her legs. She sighed a brief and faint sigh of relief as he warm pee rolled over her ankles and into her running shoes.
"Looks like you've sprung a leak mom!" Katie joked. Megan simply smiled as she shifted to try and even out the wetness on both legs. On the ground beneath her was an impressively large puddle that was slowly streaming toward the back of the car. She sighed again as her bladder finally emptied. The glistening slowly faded from crotch to ankle. She turned and went to the trunk of the car to retrieve the frisbee.
"Let's go eat!" She exclaimed walking toward Jenny and Katie. They found a nice spot in the grass shaded by a large tree and set up their picnic. They had their usual conversations about work, school, friends, etc.
Once they were all done eating, they packed up the picnic supplies and their trash. As Megan took the stuff to the car, Jenny admired her lover's butt and legs, noting that it was still very obvious in her light colored jeans that she had recently peed herself. Jenny suddenly felt a touch of embarrassment on Megan's behalf as she realized that the parking lot now had several cars in it and a small family was walking the opposite direction Megan was. Megan felt only slightly self conscious, but not enough to even blush. The park did have a restroom, but we all know Megan's preference. Jenny and Katie spread out over the grass and began throwing the frisbee. Megan joined in once she returned from her excursion to the parking lot. After a short time, Katie decided to go play on the playground with the other kids that were there. Her pants were mostly dry by now. Jenny and Megan continued throwing the frisbee, challenging each other with farther and farther throws, some of which didn't always go where intended. Soon Jenny had to pee. She followed suit with her girlfriend and as the frisbee wizzed just over her head, she wizzed down her legs. Jenny was wearing darker colored jeans so It wasn't quite as obvious. It also helped that she was on the side of the field farthest from the other people in the park. Jenny, unlike Megan, is very shy about her fetish. Megan, on the other hand, has turned out to be pretty open about peeing herself, even going so far as to do it in front of her own mother once the previous year.
They had been at the park for over an hour and a half. Even though it was now spring, the sun still set a little early and it was now touching the horizon. Megan wrangled up her daughter and the three girls meandered back to the car. By now, Megan's pants were dry enough that the dampness wasn't noticeable, but that wouldn't last long. The three girls got into Megan's car and they headed home. As they coasted down the neighborhood streets, Megan peed her jeans in the driver's seat, almost missing a stop sign due to divided attention. A deep puddle formed between her legs on the leather seat, actually a common occurrence for Megan.
When they arrived home, Megan cleaned up her seat with a towel and a quick dab of leather conditioner. Jenny, unfortunately, had to return to her homework while Megan and Katie got in some play time on the Xbox. Megan's wet jeans left a wet spot on the couch cushion.
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Kind of a quick story, I haven't had much time lately but I don't want to forget about my friends here!
I want to try something with my next story. You guys post a few pictures of female wetting here and I will pick my favorite one to incorporate into a story somehow.
Edited March 21, 2019 by Wet19
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This is set in the new CW series, and might turn into a multi-chapter set if it gets well received (or I feel like more). Hope you enjoy!
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The first thing she felt when she came to, was a stab of sharp pain in her right temple, drawing a sharp hiss from her lips as her mind started to find itself through a shroud of haze. The pain dulled just as quickly as it had come, though it softly throbbed like it was just out of her reach, a reminder that whatever had happened, she was alive at least. Though if that was a pro or a con right now, she didn’t know. Her whole body felt like it had been through a dull blender, a part of her wanting to keep her eyes closed so maybe she wouldn’t have to deal with whatever was about to happen to her. She let her eyes slowly open, falling immediately on a heavy oak door directly across from her. That was easy enough, once she felt a little better she would smash that door down and bring whoever did this to her to justice, but what had they done precisely? Her memory was just a little hazy, and she wasn’t sure why her head hurt so badly. She blinked blearily, not being able to see much in this dim lighting. The only window in the room had to be behind her, as moonlight threw her shadow across the door she had seen. Was it night already? The last thing she could remember was walking home from work, just a few hours after noon.
Kara raised her head, and felt an odd resistance against her upper belly, blinking slowly, she looked down, a rope. The absurdity of a rope across her stomach to restrain her brought a smirk to her lips. Whoever had captured her did not do their homework now did they? She surged upwards, knowing that the rope would snap like a twig easily, barely any effort at all for her. Except for when it didn’t, she glanced down, struggling again against her bonds, she made a soft grunt of exertion, but to no avail. Why wasn’t this rope breaking? It didn’t make any sense! In her addled state, she felt panic and fear rise in her chest, worried somehow whoever did this took away her powers. No, no, it must be because she got drugged. That was why, but with what? She jerked her arms from the rests but saw her wrists were tied as well. She growled into the air of the dark room. Frustration was starting to replace some of the fear that had built up within her. What the hell was going on?! Was she restrained this easily? Why was she so weak?
She noticed an odd plastic tube coming from the soft flesh just under her wrist after her movements sent a twinge of pain from whatever was holding it in place. She took a moment, staring at it before she realized what it was.
“An... IV?” Her voice sounded slurred and slow, but the longer she was awake, the more of this sleepy haze she managed to throw off. It was hard to focus like this, but she had to try and take in as much information as she could, there wasn’t much of a chance her sister or anyone from the DEO knew she was here. So she had to make do, and find a way out on her own, hopefully before whoever had done this realized she was awake.
Kara blinked blearily, her movements slow, for the most part, she followed the tube with her eyes looking up at an iv bag filled with a clear liquid, but the connector was glowing with an odd neon green color. She paused, not realizing at first what it was that was glowing green. A filter before the clear liquid came into her veins, putting something into the saline. Kara’s blood ran cold as she saw barely-there wisps of green mixed with what could only be a saline solution. They were weakening her with tiny doses of Kryptonite. Immediately she strained against her bonds, weakly tipping the chair, but never more than half an inch in any direction. As she moved the chair, she felt an odd edge brush her bottom, and wiggled a bit, frowning as she felt a hole in the seat of her chair. Not big enough to fall through but just big enough to be uncomfortable when you noticed it. Why was that there, especially when they had a perfectly good chair in the same room with her? The feeling of weakness caused her to let out a soft, angry yell, but even her voice didn’t want to cooperate with her. There was no way she could rip this IV out. Her torso was bound to the chair tightly, barely giving her the necessary room to breathe.
Kara felt her heart rate increase and bit her lip to stop herself from having that damned fear bubble over again, closing her eyes she took a few breaths, trying to remember what exactly had happened to her, she remembered walking home, past a few food trucks, getting a call from her sister. Did she get hit over the head? No, that wouldn’t have even affected her, she felt a sharp pain in her lower back as she tried to remember, almost like a calling reminder. She almost passed it off as one of the many aches and pains she woke up with. Whoever had taken her was not paying for fragile shipping. Kara strained her memory. She did pass by a dark alleyway, and then there was a needle. They must have dosed her up with some kind of tranquilizer, enough for a hundred elephants by the feel of it. Either that or she was more susceptible than she thought to drugs like that. God, she had been so careless! None of this mess would have happened if she had just paid more attention. The things her sister would say to that, it was such a poor excuse to say she wasn’t thinking, she should have been.
Kara looked around the room, wanting to get her bearings before whoever put her in this situation made it known what they wanted. It seemed like she was in quite an expensive place. The floor was some polished wood, oak probably, the walls covered in a white wallpaper with golden edging, gold bell-like patterns going up and down it, that shone just a little bit in the moonlight. It had an air of sophistication about it, and it worried her. The fact that someone with money had her.. means this wasn’t a vendetta against the petty criminals she put away, it was someone important, but who could it be? She shook herself, and observed her surroundings, taking in as much information as she could get. In situations like these, the smallest thing could make or break an escape. By the oak door, there was a heavy chair engraved with what looked like feathered wings and flowering vines. It was gorgeous really, but why facing the wall? There was only one other table that she could see, parallel to the direction of her chair. It just had a flower pot on it, so hopefully, she wasn't about to be tortured.
Kara took a breath trying to file away all this information for later, as she heard the sounds of footsteps from a pair of shoes coming down the hallway. She braced herself, as the heavy oak door in front of her opened and revealed a man she had never seen before. He closed the door behind him with a calm look on his face. The man wore a dark suit with white pinstripes, his tie was a dark blue with a golden clip of your average diamond shape on it and held an air of someone who always got what they wanted no matter what it was.
She stiffened, as the man took a chair from beside the oak door, and turned it, so it faced her, pushing it forward. The sound of the chair moving was the only noise shared between them. The two of them held eye contact for what felt like an eternity. When it was only three feet from her he sat down, crossing his legs at the knee, he folded his hands one over the other on his thigh, watching her as the silence enveloped them again. Kara studied his face, so when she got out of here, she could break him over her knee like a twig. Being tied up like this angered her, made her feel helpless, she didn’t want to be here. He had dark hair, shaved down on the sides, but an elegant long look on the top, his eyes were blue, and he had dark facial hair, a beard that didn’t do much to cover his cold demeanor. He wouldn’t be a bad looking man if it weren’t for the look of pure contempt in his eyes. He didn’t seem to be stronger than your average human..just a human who had no idea who he was angering with his actions. After a minute Kara gave in, the silence even becoming too much for her a morbid curiosity pushing her to ask.
"Are we going to keep up this staring contest or are you going to tell me what it is you want." She growled at him, wondering if he would get angry with her, or maintain the unsettling calmness in his eyes.
"Why would I tell you that, so you can refuse me in your heroic little ways?" His voice was like a cats purr, sending a shiver down her spine, though not in a good way. This man bothered her, the way he looked like he had already won. What sort of tricks did he have up his sleeve exactly?
"Well when you say it like that, you sound like a creep. Tying girls up like this can’t just be a hobby of yours, a collector are you?" She tried to sound like she knew more than she did, hoping to get him to reveal something, like where they were. While she was wiggling around, she didn’t feel her purse or her phone on her person, but everything helped in a survival situation.
"Oh? Interesting you say that. I am here to collect something from you, the man I work for is very impatient, but even he must admit this might take some time, despite the efforts we have taken to weaken you.” He chuckled before he spoke.
"You’re weakening me to collect what?" That was unexpected. What could they possibly want that would require her weakened? Every part of her was incredibly difficult to harm. Hell, she hadn’t tried it yet, but supposedly her cousin could take bullets without a scratch.
"What a smart alien following along. Yes, we want your DNA, my employer thinks you are the key to the next batch of super soldier test runs. I think it’s a load, but the boss knows best, I’m sure you know how it is, working what I can only assume is minimum wage for what a newspaper? Or do you not copy your cousins every single move, just most of them?" Kara growled softly, only drawing a chuckle from the man across from her, he seemed so set in how he was going to win, wasn’t he?
"I doubt you’ll be able to. My hair is stronger than steel cables, skin, nails... You won’t be able to that easily. Weakening me won’t take the strength in my DNA away. It’s just a waste of both of our time." She smirked, but her grin soon fell away as she saw the smirk on his face only grow. She felt her argument slip through her fingers as he spoke again. Just who was this guy? A hitman? She shivered only once, not wanting to show weakness, but damn this whole thing. She didn't know if she was going to get out of this easily.
"Oh no, I won’t be needing diamond tools to take your DNA by force, you are going to give it to me, I take it you noticed the chair your sitting on has a hole in it, no?" Kara felt a sinking feeling in her chest as she nodded slowly hoping he wasn’t about to say what she thought he was. She had noticed, but she hadn’t given it much thought thinking it was some torture thing or a way to let a prisoner... oh no.
The man stood and walked behind her where she couldn’t see, making her nervous, until she heard a metal bucket moving from what she could only assume was the back of her chair. The man walked back into her line of sight, and showed it to her, and pushed her leg to the side with his hand a bit too rough for her tastes, leaning too close to put it underneath the hole. She pulled her head away, and glared at him, knowing if this was a battle of time she didn’t have much hope left.
"N-Nice try though. That won’t work. I’m not your average human. I can hold it for days if need be. You didn’t do your homework did you?" She was bluffing. If the kryptonite weakened her like he said it was going to, he would win. She hoped the bluff would at least throw him off. The man chuckled as he pulled away, tapping the IV bag a foot above her head. He seemed to have this all figured out whoever he was, and he had patience. He could wait for her to give him exactly what he wanted.
"You already know this bag is weakening you. It might take some time for it to loosen up those muscles that hold back what I want. But we both know it will happen eventually, there is no escape for you, there is no winning, this saline is hydrating you while weakening you. Even if your super strength wasn’t affected Kara, or should I say supergirl, even an alien has to release eventually." Kara felt a sinking in her chest as she understood what it meant. She was going to give him everything he wanted no matter what she did. The man smirked as he saw the look on her face, sitting back down in the same way he did before he nodded.
"You’ve got this all figured out. I guess you did your homework. What are you going to do? Watch me until then?” Kara was hoping he would leave soon if she did lose this battle. The last thing she wanted was for some creep watching her while it happened. The man chuckled, waiting a moment, before he stood, and patted her on the head, drawing a very pissy look from Kara.
"I’ll leave you be, after all, I can get some sleep if you sleep... who knows what will happen in those wee nighttime hours" Leaving the chair in front of her, the strange man moved to leave the room, the heavy oak door closing behind him with a resounding thud.
With the man out of the room, Kara took a sigh of relief, already feeling the beginnings of her body telling her she needed to release all of this, and soon. The hole underneath her was already making it harder than it had to be to try and hold it.
She groaned and adjusted her hips to try to shake off the feeling, only managing to make it worse. She just hoped she could last long enough to escape or grow accustomed to the glowing rocks poison. She was attempting to think about literally anything other than the bucket or the IV bag and instead look to the wall on her right, trying to distract herself with any mind game that could get her out of this position for a few hours.
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Kara tried to take her mind off of it, counting the lines of gold decoration to trick her brain into recording information, instead of anything having to do with her primal urges. Except trying so hard not to think about it, made her feel just how tempting it was to release more before she tore her eyes from the wallpaper. She had to try and fight her way through it, there was no other option, she couldn’t let this man win, and she was freaking out a little bit. Kara took a breath doing a few breathing exercises, then another, before she pressed trying to her knees together hoping it would help her at least deny the need what it wanted, unable to do so since her ankles were tied to the front of the wooden chair. It was hard not to think about it, especially since she could feel herself weakening slowly. This test of wills was near impossible. Of course, it would be, she was supposed to be losing, she racked her brain trying to think of ways to escape, her mind pulling her back to her ever-growing urgent need.
Trying to push sinister thoughts from her mind, Kara thought about how to escape, starting with the basics. She didn’t have her powers, and she didn’t have any weapons or tools. Without these things, escape would be impossible. She had to try and find a way to get one of them. She had to try and find a way to get the IV out of her arm. She glanced down at the rope holding back her chest biting her lip as she felt a squirt dampen her panties. Her mind had slipped in its concentration. A soft gasp escaped her as a gentle flush of satisfaction flooded her. That was so hard to resist, she could end all the squirming right now, but she couldn’t. If she kept it to just a few drops, it would dry by morning. God this was torture, but she had to endure it, if she didn’t she could risk her DNA getting into the wrong hands, or worse having thousands of unsuspecting soldiers die from experiments. She had to be brave. She was Supergirl. She could be, she just needed to find her strength. If it meant ripping out an IV, it meant ripping out an IV.
Kara gasped as a sudden squirt dampened her panties, soaking through the tight white jeans she wore, staining a part of them a deep golden color. A sharp shiver ran up her spine as she heard three dings of something small and fast hitting metal. She had not been paying attention. Crap! She couldn’t let her concentration slip like this anymore, her body was failing her, so at a time like this, she had to use all her willpower.
Kara thought about moving herself in a vertical shimmy type motion. The rope was above her breasts, and loose enough to let her breathe. If she could get it off she could lean down and rip the IV out with her teeth...there was no telling how long it would take for her to regain her strength, and ripping it out would hurt, but she had no other option.
Kara began to wiggle up and down, shimming her shoulders, it was harder to concentrate on not pissing herself the more she tried to wiggle out from under this rope. She felt another squirt, dampen her pants, dying the white a pale yellow, drawing a soft mew of relief that made her blush in embarrassment. Damn, it felt satisfying to go. Kara was already giving up on the pants she was wearing as a lost cause. Holding it to this point, was something she had never done before, why would she? She had always had access to the bathroom before, holding it this long, and this tooth and nail were all new to her. A chill went up to her spine as she heard the metallic sound of liquid falling into the bucket, a shaky breath leaving her lips as she let herself enjoy the second of relief, her eyes half lidding as she revealed in it for a split second, before the Saline replaced the liquid she had just managed to lose.
A few more tense minutes passed as she waited to see if any more would come out without permission. Every moment Kara worried the man in black would come back and take the bucket, though a part of her wished that he would, so she could give up and just pee. Not wanting to wait any longer to get more of that relief she had felt.
As Kara worked on her escape plan, she almost cried in relief to see that the rope was wiggling up, the sight making her so happy she almost lost all control. Freezing in place, she tried to hold it, but she could feel her body giving up, her muscles hurting with how badly tensed they were. She tried to take short breaths, to force her body to work through this, pressing her knees together, she wiggled her hips, anything to try and stop the oncoming shower she knew would happen. A soft gasp mixed with what almost could be called a moan sounded out into the dark of the room, this caused another loud splatter of the metal container slowly filling could be heard. Her pants grew darker, a blotch of wetness expanding across the seat of her pants. Instead of drops, a golden stream sprayed from between her legs, making her cry out as she tried desperately to stop it. After nearly five agonizingly satisfying seconds, she trembled, gasping for air as the stream slowed to a few pitiful dribbles into the bucket. She took moments to breathe, trying to ignore the fact that no matter how much she managed to lose the saline pouch hydrated her to the point she had it all back in only a manner of minutes.
Thankfully the longer stream gave her some time where she didn’t have to focus as hard and slipped the rope above her shoulders. Pressing her head back she worked the rope slowly over her cheek, by moving her head back down at an angle. After a few moments, and only one more squirt the rope fell to the floor behind her. Kara almost cried in relief, her eyes falling onto the tube in her arm with a look of pure determination.
Without skipping a beat Kara ripped out the IV on her arm with a muffled yelp of pain, throwing it to the side with a twist of her head, she watched it leak fluid onto the oak floor in the dim lighting. Which was a big mistake, seeing the fluid made her think about peeing and how the saline IV might be out of her arm, but nowhere near was it out of her system. She tried to breathe slowly, glad that at least eventually she would be able to move freely, all she had to do was be patient.
A whimper escaped her, as she felt a gush of warmth dampen her clothes even further, warming them up again although this time there was a sound of liquid hitting liquid. It seemed like her body didn’t care what she wanted, ignoring her to relieve itself after almost an hour of active squirming instead.
The bucket was filling up with her shame, her heart beating like a hammer, the smell of her pitiful accidents being even further proof that she was just barely keeping anything in. A nervous groan came from her as she felt her body giving up on her, not even desperate clawing to regain control would work this time she just knew it. As more droplets gathered on the seam of her pants, she trembled in anticipation, knowing that when she did pee, it would feel so good. Kara blushed as she heard several tinkles dropping into the bucket, before she closed her eyes, ashamed of herself. Feeling the relief as slowly but surely her shameful display turned into a stream, spraying into the bucket, force coming from the sheer amount of time Kara had been waiting for this, droplets falling all over the oak floor. Her fingers clutched at the wood that made up the armrest, leaving pale discolorations in the wood where she scratched. She desperately fought to stop her accident, but couldn’t even come close, panting little cloud of steam into the chilly room, the bridge of her nose so pink if she had seen she would have sworn it was permanent. As the second wall of relief hit her, she didn’t even care if she woke up the whole house panting, she moaned into the dark room, unable to hold back her noises. It felt so damn good. Her stream didn’t even slow down as she wiggled, the satisfaction as some liquid swelled up between her clenched thighs, dripping down her knees like a river almost too much to bear. The loud sound of her stream matching the volume of her whimpers and gasps, hearable from anywhere in the room, her hips kept wiggling, only serving to spray droplets of her shame over the oak flooring, as she tried in vain to regain control of a bladder too far gone. Kara’s chest heaved, as her inflated bladder slowly began to go down, not even trying to stop it anymore, she just let it happen, she would rather be wet then have to feel like a balloon about to burst now, holding it that long was cruel, but relieving herself was the best feeling in the world. As her stream slowly ebbed, the bucket full to nearly the brim, Kara felt herself go limp, relaxing against the chair, her pants now absolutely soaking wet. It had been so so hard to hold it that long. She shivered from the waves of happiness she felt not having to hold it anymore, taking her time to recover she panted, allowing her body to take a breather her strength would return soon enough.
It took maybe in all, fifteen minutes before she felt her normal strength return to her. Her pants were drying to a barely damp feel, though her entire rear was now stained yellow, down the front of her thighs a pastel color of the same shade. Kara took her time getting to her feet, the ropes snapped from her wrists, and ankles and fell to the floor, the chair tipping backward behind her as she smiled. She was free. Kara wasted no time taking the bucket and pouring it out the window. She would never be holding it this long again thank you very much. Supergirl looked up as she heard the Oak door handle open, a playful smirk appearing on her face. Ger strength was back, and she was looking for some sweet revenge that was about to take place. The man in the black suit came back in, chuckling, thinking that he won as he spoke before actually looking at where his prisoner was supposed to be.
"My my, I’ve been told by the guards you were quite loud in her-"
He paused, as he saw the chair empty, no bucket, and the oak door clicked behind him, on an automatic locking system, he had requested so their high-value prisoner couldn’t escape easily. She walked over to him with a far too sweet smile on her face, watching him squirm as she had been doing for hours. She usually wouldn’t do this, but she had, an awful night because of this man and purred.
"Looks like I win...such a shame human." To throw him using the word Alien back into his face, before she took a swing, dropping the man like a rock, she smirked, strapping him into the chair in painfully tight bonds. He wouldn’t be able to sound the alarm, and hopefully, would feel the same desperation she had, the perfect sort of revenge for the shittiest type of person out there.
Kara opened the window, and hopped out, taking flight into the night sky to go home, hopefully...no one she knew would ever find out about this experience, she needed a long warm shower when she got back and to find out who was behind all this. They would regret messing with her, humiliating her like this.
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No Omorashi in this one, just setting up for a little fun in the future 😉 Enjoy!Chapter 2
A plush tip of a cotton swab pressed into a small drop of golden liquid, turning the cotton tip a pale yellow before being placed into a tube, and sealed up tightly with a twist of the lid. The scientist who had found this was thrilled a chance perhaps? Quickly they showed it to a man in a white suit, with black pinstripes.
An equally intimidating man, in a dark suit with white pinstripes, growled at anyone that came within distance of the lashing whips of his anger, he was nursing a bloody nose with a handkerchief a henchman had given him. He was clearly in a quite sour mood, angry that what had taken months of careful planning to capture had injured him, then dared to escape?
The hitman was just hired help to a boss behind wanting the DNA, but it was almost personal now, that woman had hit him, it was unforgivable. Different scientists were in the room all looked for evidence of where their captive woman had gone, the one man in a white suit standing amongst them all, dark pinstripes making him the reflection of the man nursing a blood-covered face stood up and showed the man the tube. Chuckling almost darkly he showed the smallest bit of hope for their master plan. As he held his prize, they had gotten what they wanted, not the full amount, the woman had quite displeasingly dumped out the contents of her bladder to the flowers below. Something that both suited men found a great deal of annoyance in, though White Suit held his emotions in much better than Black Suit. The two men knew each other, working with each other on hundreds of contracts this one seemed to be proving the hardest by far, purely because of the type of woman.
"Calm yourself, we got what we needed, whats a broken nose for what this can buy us?" Black Suit moved his hand away from the two rivers of blood that ran down his face, his nose sitting at an odd angle. It felt broken, the person that gave him that had not been overjoyed to be in the same room with him. Letting off a growl of displeasure, Black Suit swore under his breath, his annoyance quite blatant, knowing full well this whole ordeal was his fault, he had been too cocky, something of a failure of his.
"That's all we got? After hours of waiting for the bitch to piss herself one tiny cotton swab of DNA?!" White Suit sighed softly, looking into the tube. He tucked it into an envelope and gave it to a henchman, sending them down to the basement floors where a laboratory lay, behind many keypad doors, and retina scans an average person couldn't find their way down there without being gunned down, a super person might even have a few difficulties. White didn't waste any time hitting Black where it hurt. He had failed in his duty. He was the one that caused all of this.
"Yes that's all we got, you didn't watch her as instructed. We would have had that bucket filled with her accident if you had simply stayed here rather than leaving to sleep." White suit reprimanded his companion, displaying clearly who was the brains and who was the extra muscle behind the leadership role. Black suit paused, and let out an angry huff, looking away, he knew he fucked up. His companion had found him in the chair thank god he didn't have to go through all of what that Kryptonian woman did. Though her 'Sacrifice' was for the greater good of humanity, or specifically the American armies who paid quite handsomely for a super strength pill, they barely had enough for one from what was on the tip of the cotton swab. The pretty penny they would have gotten for the crates of pills they could have created, this one wasn't even guaranteed to be permanent. The traces of DNA a single drop gave them nowhere near enough to alter human DNA.
"Although there is a way we could remedy your mistake, Black." White Suit spoke, his green eyes were analytical, scathing, as they fell on the other man. It would be a risk, and it would not be left up to a man with childish temperament. Black looked at him as a medic finally arrived, and began to fix his nose, setting it. Black barely even flinched, he may be one enraged man, but he was a trained killer, taking what he wanted for personal gain whenever or however he could. It was his way of life, and he didn't care who he had to step on, who he had to force to his will to get a whatever he wanted in life. There was some truth to the survival of the fittest.
White tapped his cheek with two fingers, his arms crossed over his chest as he murmured.
"Test subjects 2, 7, and 41." Black's interest was piqued, as the medic put a bandage over his nose that held it in its healing position he stood, moving to the door with White following close behind, both men seemed to have the same thought in mind with the minute amount of DNA they got from the famous SuperGirl. It was possible to have a second chance if they played their cards right, a chance to recapture this girl, but they had to hurry. Time was of the essence.
The two men came to what appeared to be a very out of place elevator, made of what looked to be stainless steel. To the left of the sliding doors was a retinal scanner, a palm scanner, and last but not least a four-digit input code. Both men scanned themselves and inputted their ID numbers. If the elevator sensed more than the people scanned in the elevator it locked down, and an alarm sounded, alerting the scientists and security guards throughout the Mansion. The doors to the elevator opened, and the descent was almost unnaturally fast, leaving the two men on the deepest floor underground.
The dimly lit floor held large multicolored tubes, hundreds of rows lined along the walls of the almost massive colosseum-like space. White and Black moved down a row of tables, the tables covered in files, in boxes, sorted by the last name, the streets they were found on, taken from, and forced to sign things just in case someone cared about a homeless person disappearing, human lab rats, preserved for the perfect moment that they were needed.
The two men walked up to a desk, with a single computer, White leaning down to type in all three of the numbers he spoke earlier. Their most promising test subjects, the ones that had been Ex-Army, Ex-Marine, abandoned by society, they signed those papers all on their own, sleeping in the tubs of colored liquid, large metal hooks attached to a conveyor took up the three men in question and brought them down on pedestals. Black stepped up to look at the three men, and walked past them all, tapping the front of their glass cases their stats popped up on the glass showing their vitals, their strengths, their weaknesses, all of them look hardened, tired, like they had been through hell and back and didn't care who got in their way, being stepped on before by so many men before them.
White came up and looked at all the people, reading each board about the person's body with a watchful eye looking for anything that might reject the bare scrap of DNA they managed to scrounge up due to Black's incompetence. They couldn't afford to waste this opportunity, and they only had one shot at getting Supergirl back and making millions more off of the DNA they would get from her.
Black placed the cotton swab into a specialized machine, pressing a few buttons that let out loud beeps, echoing around the 'hotel' as some security guards called it, at least the trusted ones that had been here for almost over a decade. The machine whirred as the two men stood in silence, White pressing parts of the glass and sent the purple tube, and the green tube away.
White turned to a woman with red hair floating around her in loose curls surrounded by a soft baby blue color. She wore a white strip of cloth around her hips and chest, overlayed with a dress of mesh, that floated around her like the frills of a jellyfish. Her name was Emily according to her spreadsheet. White pressed a button, and the liquid began to drain, slowly. Emily not even waking up as the liquid swirled out beneath her, leaving her sitting against the wall of the tube with her curls plastered to her face, and shoulders. She was Ex-Marine, abandoned on the streets when she couldn't find a job, after forming mental illnesses that deemed her unfit for action.
Of course, mental illness had no bearings on this mission. The tube popped open with a flush of white steam, the woman inside perking her head up, her eyes half-lidded, barely recognizing the man in front of her. Seeing instead a tall white blob, a black blob soon joined it both of the blobs offered her a hand and Emily took it, stepping out onto the lab floor, she dripped blue liquid over the cold stone, immediately shivering she felt something press into her hand Black's sultry voice telling her to take the pill. She looked at the small white tablet in her hand and blinked blearily at it.
Taking a sniff at the pill, she put it past her lips and dry swallowed, looking at both men in almost a curious fashion, as her eyes finally cleared, her brain started to wake up. The moment it was past her lips it burned all the way down to her stomach, where it felt like it bubbled and broiled the acid within her. Her skin felt like it was crawling, making Emily give a soft cry of pain, goosebumps appearing on every inch of her soft flesh. She felt her knees buckle, and the urge to purge whatever was in her stomach rushed to the surface and tore at her insides, but she put a hand over her mouth, not letting her body make the mistake the two men were afraid of, wasting what precious little DNA they had. Emily felt her insides boil then turn cold, the world around her swirling into darkness, her eyes shutting her body fell to the floor, only being conscious for a few minutes before backing into the night.
Black picked up the lithe woman, and walked with her upstairs, to put her in comfier quarters for observation, they needed to see just how strong she was before they attacked and got Supergirl. Black took her upstairs, to a suite with an oddly large plush bed and a window that looked out into the moonlit night. Laying the woman down, Black tucked her in, not wanting to fail in his duty this time. He sat in an armchair by the head of her bed and watched her to see if her body would reject the small augmentation to her DNA. She had the best chance to accept it, being a woman herself, along with blood type and other genetics White had checked. She was their best shot at this prize, and Black would not fuck up again. Black had a vendetta. White had other plans for the woman she wouldn't get away with what she did so easily no. They could have made millions off of the single pill, even if the DNA provided only proved to be temporary. They had nowhere near enough to make it permanent. When that woman woke up, they would show her the target. They would test her strength, and Supergirl would provide them with more DNA, it was only a matter of time. There was no escaping them once they had a target in their sites, she would bend to their will it was just a matter of time.
The morning was tinting the street in a wash of oranges and yellows, lighting up Supergirls hair with the brilliant colors, casting a halo around her face that she quite enjoyed. It had been almost a few days since that horrible incident she had found herself in, and she hated to admit it, but parts of her downstairs felt sore like they weren't healing properly, and to be honest, that worried her. She was sure even if something were wrong, her body would fix herself, she was Kryptonian after all, she was strong.
She just wondered about what those men were after. Her DNA obviously, probably for some weapon, but they seemed to know their stuff. Who would want to hire people like that against her, would they try again? Should she tell Alex? She bit her lip again, feeling butterflies ram against her stomach. She was stressed out worrying about it. She usually would tell Alex everything. If she got kidnapped, she was sure the DEO would jump so hard on those villains asses they would be crushed but didn't want it getting out she was forced to pee herself. She didn't even want her sister to know about it because it embarrassed her. She was supposed to be strong, the protector of the city, yet she had been brought so low in the matter of a single night? It brought a pink tinge to her cheeks as she thought about it, embarrassment coursing through her. She just needed to go into work, fight some bad guys, and she would feel better once things proved they would go back to normal.
Kara stepped up to the DEO's front door, a coffee in hand, her blonde hair was pulled back into a semi-tight ponytail, her glasses on. She felt like she blended in this way, though now she had no way of knowing if those men had found out about her identity alone or through other means. She didn't wear a mask. If people cared enough to find her and had the resources, there was no doubt in her mind that they could. It was just a matter of time, and she just hadn't caught wind of them planning anything. She just hoped whatever was going on, they wouldn't try again, or she would have a chance to fight them off. It almost frightened her the lengths those people had gone too just to have her pee herself.
Almost as if the thought had summoned it, her bladder ached, and she shivered softly, recalling the almost pain she was in before, but she shook herself, showing her DEO badge to the security guard Kara stepped into the elevator and took it down to the lower floors. She tried to push the thoughts from her head. She didn't need any of this type of thing throwing her off today. It was just going to be a typical workday, she would talk to her sister, and it would be fine. Why wouldn't it be? Those villains knew she wasn't about to be weakened anymore anytime soon, and for the past few nights she had flown home under cover of night, so she wouldn't have to risk another attack. She didn't think her bladder could handle that right now. She needed to give it time to heal up a little bit.
As Kara stepped out from the elevator and saw her sister surrounded by the people that reported to her, the ground underneath Kara's feet, shook. She went pale as she heard an alarm sound in the distance, and felt goosebumps crawl over every inch of her skin. She felt it in her gut that she had waited too long to find whoever that man had been, or who h. He was here, and it scared the living crap out of her. Kara heard the elevator shut down behind her, and as she whipped around to see. The elevator cords were cut sending the elevator and the two desk jockeys inside plummeting to the deepest floors of the DEO. Their shrill screams almost cartoonishly fading down the elevator shaft. Kara grabbed the sliding metal doors with her hands that had closed automatically, denting the metal, though it took just a hint longer than it usually did to push the doors apart. She free fell into the elevator, before speeding herself up with the power of her flight.
The moment she landed on the elevator, she felt it go faster from the force of her fall crunching the metal beneath her boots, the screams of the women inside filling her ears with their terror as she pried off the trap door on top that allowed people to escape in emergencies. This situation felt like it fit under that category. She reached inside and gathered both women into her arms so quickly she that a whirlwind of papers was left behind as she ascended through the large hole she had made, big enough for three people at once if they didn't mind minor cuts and bruises to being flattened in an overly large tin can. Kara flew up with them as fast as she could without hurting the poor women who were most likely going to be scared for life. Landing ion the floor she had initially stepped out on, the two women fell to their knees, shaking beside Kara's mostly empty coffee cup and her work memos. Kara didn't waste any time, sprinting to the end of the hallway to meet up with Alex, who had her gun drawn, pointing it at the stairs, the lights on the sides of the firearm illuminating her face as dust and debris slowly cascaded from the ceiling. Kara crouched behind her whispering in a soft voice as not to startle her, updating her on the situation, she was going to have to tell Alex about those men she didn't have a choice. She just wished she had done so sooner. She might have been able to avoid this. The screams of people above her flooding her chest with guilt, almost standing up to save them but it was important Alex know the truth.
"The elevator cords were cut, no one hurt save for a large scratch on Susanna's arm. Alex, I know who's doing this..." Her voice shook as she let that slip fear clawing at the inside of her heart, almost wishing she could take it out of the air with a snatch of her fingers, but Alex had to know. Her sister threw her a questioning look. If Kara knew about these intruders how didn't she? Kara whispered once again, fear of her sister losing all respect for her making her words barely audible over the rumbling coming from somewhere above them. The whole building shook with that, debris and dust no bigger than a quarter freeing itself from the ceiling and falling to the floor.
"A few days ago when I told you I had lost my phone and called you from a burner I was held against my will by people who knew my identity I-" Alex's face immediately grew concerned, and then more confusion with a hint of anger. She had been suspicious of that stupid burner phone, and Kara had dodged the question before she had just given up, she knew she should have pressed harder.
"Why didn't you tell me this before?! Kara, you could have been hurt! We should have been tailing them, finding out who was working for them, do they even have any ties to the Army we've been fighting against?" Kara held up her hands in a soft symbol of apology. She didn't have time to be fighting like this. She had to get the information out as quickly as possible so that she could save anyone being held captive at the moment. There was no telling what those bombs could be doing on the upper floors, wrecking everything or simply blocking paths. She was the only one that could help.
"They wanted my DNA. They strapped me to a chair until I h... I peed myself... I'm... it was embarrassing I didn't want you to know... I thought I had more time. I was going to try and find a way to omit that detail... but it's fine, you know now... we need to deal with this more than I need to save my wounded pride." Alex looked like she wanted to say something, most likely, comforting words of an older sibling to a younger one, but Kara was right. She had to save the people that worked upstairs. Alex wasted no time, pulling out a walkie talkie she had for emergencies, tucked inside a drawer of her desk, as Kara ran towards the elevator shaft, flying upwards in a blur of color to deal with the menace above them that threatened the poor people that worked here.
Kara rocketed upwards like a bullet slamming into the elevator doors on the top floor almost a minute later, having traveled sixteen stories in a simple matter of moments. The metal doors flew off, hitting two of the guards that were watching over six or so hostages, she was still feeling the effects of the drug, weakening her, she didn't want to risk taking a bullet. When the muzzle of their guns pointed to her, she grabbed one of the metal doors and hid behind it, angling it upwards so any ricochets would embed themselves in the roof of the room instead of the flesh of the victims. When she heard the click of a gun that needs reloading she spun only once on her heal slamming the hunk of hallowed steel into their cheeks in one blow, both men crumpling to the floor, their cheeks cut and bleeding. She quickly checked around the more for any that had hid, but thankfully there seemed to be none, even checking under the desks, Supergirl ripped apart the ropes that held them, and took a cursory glance down the fire escape, before she pointed to the window, her voice commanding despite the fatigue she was feeling.
"Single file out this window! You guys need to make it to the sidewalk, call the police, call the ambulance fleet, then go home, understood?" She had to be firm with them, people like this she had come to learn never really were safe now until she forced them to leave the dangerous situation. Kara didn't have time to help them. Instead, she was going to keep going down until she cleared every last floor until there was nothing left of these damned guards. She took a moment, crouching to the floor she tried to listen to the floor below her, needing to know where the guards were before she jumped into a dangerous situation. It was hard to hear through the thick floor, but she managed to hear some faint crying, sharp words, then silence... bubbling anger filling her chest at the implications, they were even hitting these people that had no way to defend themselves?! She took a breath, and strained her eyes, trying to see through the wall just enough to see four guards this time, two by the elevator shaft, guns trained on the metal doors. Damn, they knew she was here, and she was pissed. She would have to go through the floor. The other two guards stood by the window, though one was obstructed by a lead pipe her X-ray vision had trouble with. So they were trying to catch her off guard if she was trying for a side assault huh? She smirked, slinking over to the window, she waited for them all to shift like waiting was strenuous on their minds. She thanked any gods that the hostages were placed in the center of the room almost like bait.
Kara jumped into the air and then slammed her legs onto the floor sending a cascade of debris falling onto one man, pinning him beneath the rubble, but not quite killing him. Though it sure as hell seemed to hurt judging by the way he screamed. Before the other man could fire more than one shot, which missed widely and shattering the lightbulb on a desk, causing one of the office workers to scream in fear. Kara crouched, and launched herself at him so fast, that just the shove from that amount of force launched him through the wall, falling two stories to the ground below, landing on a car, she didn't waste any time worrying about the sudden slowness in her muscles. She was so tired, dammit! She needed to save these people but taking out these many guards on her own was wearing at her weakened body. She must have absorbed more of the kryptonite then she had thought. She didn't care though, these people needed her, she cut the ropes this time, with a shard of debris, and pointed to a window closed, but connected to a fire escape.
"Smash the window if you have to, just make sure you get to the ground, open up the hatch doors so the agents can escape from the lower levels, then go home, okay?" They all nodded, a few concerned by the scratches she seemed to have acquired going through the floor even though they didn't seem that serious. Her voice panting slightly, as if she had ran just a little too long. Kara shook herself, convincing herself she was fine, she wasn't weak, just tired! She could rest all she wanted after this crisis was averted. She stood and went to the stairs, hearing some gunshots below her she hurried down, not hearing any more hostages, but seeing paths and hallways covered in debris, and marked them in her minds map to inform the police and paramedics once the time came to save the trapped people. Kara made her way to the first floor the agents occupied, looking around she saw the bodies of some men in body armor. Then the bodies of some agents that didn't win their fights. Dammit. The sight brought sadness to her as she hoped their families would be okay.
Kara paused in the middle of a long hallway, overturned desks and papers littered around her like a tornado of destruction had gone through them. Across the hall from her, a woman waited in front of a closing elevator, the man in a black suit and the man in the white suit riding to the ground floor. It was them behind this; she knew it. Her eyes met the woman's, and she waited for a response before she called out.
"I take it we aren't on the friendliest of terms?" The redhead didn't respond with words. Instead, she picked up a sizeable boulder with one hand and threw it at her. Kara stiffened, not having much time to react. She reeled back and punched the rock, steel beams embedded in the concrete clattering to the floor, as the sudden stop shattered the rock and covered the floor in bits and pieces of cement. Kara tried her best to hide her panting, her jeans ripped, her shirt ruffled. The Redheaded woman advanced, Kara's mind flicking back to the flash and his metahumans, having encountered a few before. Maybe this was one those two had hired, or brainwashed into helping them? Kara couldn't take the chance though of this woman running rampant in the building, taking a running start, she took a move straight out of her sisters book and spun once aiming a kick straight at the weakest rib. She felt a sudden resistance, and paused, fear sending a twinge up her spine. The woman had grabbed her ankle like it was nothing. Was she really so weak, or was this Metahuman that strong?
She felt her foot twist painfully, and she cried out, being dragged off her one stable foot to fall on her rear, her ankle squeezed painfully once more, she kicked violently with her other leg and got the red-headed woman in the chest, sending her only stumbling back a few feet. Kara was stunned. She had used that same amount of force on the man she sent through a wall. She stood back up, favoring the leg that hadn't been almost broken by the force of that squeeze. The two women stared at one another, Kara apprehensive about even trying to fight this woman, but she launched herself anyway as the woman did. Kara tried to punch her but didn't get far before her throat was grabbed by the woman, though she wasn't choked as she was almost lifted off the ground, though the woman was a bit shorter than her.
"My name is Emily." She murmured, her voice robotic and calm like she wasn't even breaking a sweat, and she wasn't. How was she this strong? Even the most robust Metahuman she had met would never be able to beat her even if she was half as strong as she was.
"What...are you?" Supergirl choked out, bruises forming on her skin from the ever-tightening grip of Emily. Supergirl struggled, before she cried out in defeat, knowing she wouldn't be able to take this alone, no agents were near her that she saw. Kara kept struggling even as her vision blurred, then slowly faded to black. Emily throwing the blonde woman over her shoulder and moved to the elevator following the men who had given her this strength. Emily met up with the men in the oppositely colored suits behind the building, all the cop sirens and ambulance wails separated by the DEO building itself. It was hard not to laugh for Black as Supergirl was tucked into the seat next to Emily, who buckled them both in. White got into the driver's side, and their car disappeared down the road, their plan had worked. They had gotten her back, and now she would bend to their will, and White had just the plan...
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Another 'set up' chapter, fairly short. Enjoy!Chapter 3
"Hank!... Hank?! Please tell me you're there?" Alex called on the frequency reserved explicitly for leaders in a crisis, there was a chance he couldn't make it to his talkie, that, or someone had gotten to him first. A thrill of worry shot up her spine, as she tucked the walkie talkie onto her belt using the built-in clip. She ran to the stairs, wanting to see if she could meet him halfway, but was quickly stopped by two men in what appeared to be full body armor. Their faces were hidden behind bulletproof glass visors. That didn't stop Alex from firing two rounds each at the men, aiming for the slightly less armored necks. As one of the bullets hit the man to the left, making him convulse, foam dripping from below his visor Alex backed up, having missed the man on the right. He advanced on her flashing his gun, Alex couldn't quite make out the make in this light, the lights flickering from whatever battle was going on upstairs. But if Alex knew one thing about big shiny guns like that, they were automatic, and they packed one hell of a punch.
Alex acted fast, as the man pointed the gun to her she slapped it away, scrapping her knuckles bloody on the muzzle of the weapon, her blood smearing across her pale skin. The gun knocked away for a few seconds, Alex went to kick the person hard in the stomach with a fan kick, not expecting to do any real damage but knowing a person in body armor felt clunky, hard to move unless they were highly trained. This person wasn't, in body armor at least, stumbling back a few feet, as Alex slammed her gun up behind the visor and shot three rounds, taking it away as the body convulsed before falling to the floor and laying oddly still.
Alex sprinted past the people on the ground, the office workers behind her recovering, they tied up the two thugs just in case, and began barricading themselves in, letting in a few that managed to escape the carnage or being captured up above them. Alex ran down the stairs, taking them three at a time, and stumbling frequently, but she didn't have time to worry about her own well being, the director had to be assumed killed, or disabled and she couldn't take the chance of him being used to open files whoever this was wanted.
Alex burst into a room a few floors above, thankfully, though suspiciously, she didn't seem to run into any armed guards. As she opened the door to what was supposed to be Hank's office, she heard a loud crack, and Hank slump to the floor, his form flickering from Martian back to human. Alex paused, seeing two men and a woman with ruby red hair, The man in a black suit turned and looked at her, a cocky smile on his lips as he gestured to the fallen director, who seemed to be breathing, though his head wound looked serious if not tended to immediately.
"My my you must be the fabled sister to the flying nuisance up above, taking out the throwaways as we speak, tiring herself out for the real main event." As he spoke, Black patted the crimson curls of the petite woman standing next to him. Who stood unflinchingly beside him as the floors rumbled above them almost closer, alarmingly so. Alex stood her ground, and pointed her gun directly at the woman, she knew a thing or two about not judging a book by it's cover, her sister a prime example of that, the man in the white suit didn't seem to flinch as the brunette stood there motionless instead he asked her a simple question. His voice tinged with a condescending equanimity.
"I wouldn't bother with the peashooter miss. You won't need it, though maybe you will with the loss of your star player." Black chuckled at his companion's words, and tapped the red head's shoulder, walking out past Emily, they brushed shoulders with Alex, who tensed despite her attempts to seem like none of this phased her. She pointed the gun between White's eyes, and murmured, her voice audible from the quaking above them, Supergirl wasn't causing those tremors if anything those monsters were setting off charged bombs... a distraction? If their plan was to kidnap her baby sister they had another thing coming!! "Why do you want her DNA?! You can't replicate Kryptonians in our atmosphere, you know that... what's your real game here?" She demanded, her voice strong and unwavering though her worry was growing as the tremors suddenly stopped, leaving the building with a silence that was unnerving to her core. They stared each other down, while White decided if it is worth it to anger their captive by the murder of her sister... no, probably not, they didn't want to give her the chance to tap into some previously unknown reserve of strength over a dead sibling. White stepped forward, and Alex took a shot, then another... and another, and he didn't even flinch, was he unhuman?! Alex backed up and tried to kick him, and when that didn't work she tried to punch him. He simply chuckled in her face, his hand grabbed her by the throat and she started to choke, being lifted into the air, Alex struggled for her life, clawing at his hand and knuckles, barely leaving a dent in his skin let alone a scratch. The man grew bored with her display of helplessness and threw her into the corner beside Hank's limp form, Alex held her now bruised throat, coughing as she watched the man walk through the doorway the door closed and she heard a lock click. Alex felt her eyes tear up, as strong as her sister was these men had the air of trained killers about them, Kara was just a girl with no training despite all her brute strength what if she lost? What if they got her baby sister? Her vision blurred even more as her cracked strained voice whispered, almost like a warning she would never hear.
"Kara..." Alex tried to be strong in that moment and turned over weakly onto her side, dots dancing before her eyes as she turned Hank on his back. She felt for a pulse and felt one, weak and flighty but it was there. Alex stood on rattled feet and moved to the door but it was locked, the building now eerily quiet, she could almost hear how fast her heart was going. She tried to power through it, rifling through Hank's desk she pulled out a first aid kit he kept there, usually just for minor paper cuts he sustained, it wasn't meant for heavy duty things like fixing a bloody gash in someone's head but this was all she had, it might even help him to wake up eventually if she was lucky.
As Alex cleaned away the blood and stitched up his gash as best as she could, she felt the need to pee, she had barely noticed it before given all the excitement and panic brought about by the attack. She tried to ignore it, pressing her thighs together as she pressed a few bandages over the stitches, laying him on his back with his feet raised a bit, so blood could more easily flow to his head where he just lost a lot. She hoped this would make him wake up a bit sooner, she really couldn't even imagine what would happen if Hank died. He had already helped the DEO do so many great things. She tried to push those thoughts from her head, but it only brought about her thinking about just how much she had to pee. |
Chapter 4
Alex moved to the other side of the room, looking around for potted plants or anything where she could find that she could relieve herself. Not all the way, just enough she didn't have to worry about it anymore, but there were none. Dammit, she just had to have that morning coffee, didn't she? The extra large one, she hadn't slept well last night, having a bad feeling about the next day and she had been right. Alex pressed her knees together with her hands pushing between her thighs to hold herself as she trembled. Damn it was so hard not to think about having to pee, she felt like if she moved too much, she would have to gush all over herself to relieve just a little bit of the pressure. Her bladder felt like it was swelling to the size of a balloon, though it was just her imagination. The image in her mind made her body turn against her, a sudden gush of liquid wetting her pants, and made her gasp, her pants were darker, but dammit it all if they didn't show a blotch of her shame, two small rivers soaking down the sides of her thighs a she squeezed them together managing to stop the flow for a few measly minutes at least...
She swore under her breath, brushing sweaty bangs out of her eyes, Alex tried to keep her mind off it, by pacing, before she noticed her gun. Wedged between the bottom of the desk and the leg that supported it, next to Hank's arm it threw a soft glow. She sighed in relief, and picked it up immediately she went straight to the door with it. Aiming at the door lock, she fired three shots, the door swinging open with a soft creak. Shocking the metal so intensely, something inside of the metal must have melted.
Alex's reward for all her effort was the butt of an automatic rifle slammed against her cheek, sending her crashing to the ground with a loud thump and a cry of surprise and pain. She sat up, shaking softly, feeling a blotch expand slowly across her pants as her body lost all control from her second lapse in concentration, darkening her thighs, she trembled relief flooding her system but she couldn't say anything about it, mortification gripping her heart and refusing to let go. A single guard came in, his buddy guarding the door just in case someone came for their two prisoners, they were to stay put and make sure that at least a few hours had passed before Alex could even think about escaping, the bombs that went off were supposed to trap office workers and security guards, people they had to save at some point that might slow them down, or at the very least deny them access to their resources. Their bosses wanted them to slow down the efforts to save Supergirl now that their target had a chance to tell people about what they had done to her. The highest priority being Alex and Hank, the two top people in the DEO.
"Get up! Try to open this door again and I-" The guard noticed as Alex didn't move even a little at the sudden yelling. A stream squirted past the thick cloth over her crotch, the wet spot expanding as a loud hiss accompanied a splatter as Alex peed herself. Her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. Her body had given up on her. She even felt herself tear up a little, peeing in front of the enemy like she was... god how could she be so useless when her sister needed her? The guard didn't know what to say, this supposedly trained woman, proficient in almost every weapon you could name was sitting in a puddle of her own piss and whimpering like a kicked dog. The man stumbled over his words murmuring softly
"Crap, okay uhm... stand up, Craig grab her friend, we're taking to them to the cells got it?" The guard knew this wasn't technically allowed, but he felt terrible for her, after all this trauma she has to go through peeing herself in front of strangers? He may work for a heartless bastard, but he wasn't a heartless bastard himself, at least he hoped so. What would a woman who had just peed herself do besides give up? They wouldn't be scared of her anytime soon. Craig came forward and disarmed Alex, taking her weapon and sticking it in his belt.
The guard who saw Alex shame herself picked up Hank bridal style carrying him out in front, Alex stood up, trying so hard not to sniffle, not wanting to feel even more like a helpless kid then she already did. She walked in front of the guard who had seen her pee, knowing full well a gun was pointed at her back, and if she tried anything the only thing she would get for her troubles was a spine full of holes, and she didn't want to be found dead with wet pants. She was just so embarrassed that her rear was visibly wet, her thighs dripping liquid down her pants, spreading her shame even further, making it visible to anyone that saw her that she peed herself. No wonder Kara hadn't told her, she was so embarrassed it was hard not to want to clean up and curl in bed for hours.
As she walked the guard in front of her visibly tensed, and she wondered why the guard behind her didn't notice. She kept quiet, seeing Hank's legs not wave like a limp rag dolls anymore, was he awake? The guard paused and turned around, and Alex had never been more impressed with Hank in her whole life. The man had tucked a gun under his shirt. She didn't know when or how, perhaps even when the first tremors started, but the gun was pointing up into the visor of the man holding him. It was almost comical seeing Hank in such a girly position but having all the control. Hank spoke, his sultry voice shaking with rage as his eyes locked with the guard that mistakenly took pity on Alex in her shameful state.
"Put the gun down, take out the magazine, turn on the safety, and then walk away." As he spoke, the guard that was holding him did as he was asked even if it wasn't also directed at him, not wanting to take any chances with the angry man he was carrying. Slowly, both men dropped their guns onto the carpeted floor below them, the magazines following, they clicked the safety on their firearms. The one guard set Hank down, but he quickly wobbled, Alex, moving to help him stand as the two guards turned and walked away, unarmed, most likely into the arms of office workers with pens waiting to take revenge for the hours of fear they had just endured. Alex leaned down to pick up her gun, so they had at least some form of protection if they saw anyone.
Alex took Hank to the stairs, taking them slowly she explained the situation to him, Hank doing his best to keep up with everything she said, though his head throbbed, and his mouth tasted fuzzy like TV static. Eventually, the pair made it outside, struggling to stand up under the weight of Hank due to her own weakness of fear and shame. Thankfully an EMT ran forward and took Hank into his arm like a princess doll, apparently used to lifting people all the time. Alex wobbled forward, seeing no sign of Kara anywhere. At times like these, her sister would be flying in and out of windows, delivering the bad guys, and rescuing the civilians. Even news reporters nearby were saying such asking into their cameras where the caped wonder girl could be. Alex avoided the camera's line of sight, due to her wet pants that a hundred bystanders and now every EMT out here could now see. She was so ashamed of herself. She sat down with Hank inside the ambulance he had been placed in partly just to get away from everyone's prying eyes. Hank murmured, though he seemed out of it, as an IV was poked into his arm and he followed a light with his eyes. The EMT didn't pay much attention to their conversation, knowing as soon as he was done here, he would be needed outside to help with civilians that had been injured in the controlled explosions.
"Whatever happened to Kara, Alex we will get her back, she is a strong girl, she's capable, she's had a big sister to show her how to take care of herself in situations like this... if that... red headed woman... Emily I think was her name really does have any of her DNA... Kara after fighting all of those bad guys wouldn't have stood a chance, even with as smart as she is." At his words, Alex stiffened, already uncomfortable from her wet pants now this? The world really did kick a person while they were down.
"They managed to get some of her DNA? When Kara told me about it, she said she had dumped out all of her... accident outside a window, hours before they must have found her gone..." Alex bit her lip, worry coursing through her, there was no doubt in her mind they would want more DNA, more super soldiers but how would they get it? Would they force Kara into peeing herself more? Who knew what they would do to her now that she escaped... she shivered at the thought, Hank speaking up, noticing her obvious discomfort. The ambulance speeding down the road.
"I'm not sure, even a small drop of... well an accident like that could contain enough DNA to give a person of small stature the ability of Supergirl for as long as they needed to launch this attack...With all of those throw away men, Kara would have had her hands full before she ever even met the woman." Alex nodded, her heart sinking, they had her sister again... how were they going to get her back...?
"I had never seen those men in suits before, but that doesn't surprise me, if they had been canvassing they could have hired any number of men to stalk us all... they have the resources, if they can extract DNA, and tie down Supergirl... they must have kryptonite... though I Don't think they would kill her." Hank nodded in agreement, the ambulance coming to a jerking stop, hank was wheeled out on a stretcher into the hallway, Alex following, with an anxious look on her face. She was stopped however by a doctor, who offered her a pair of scrubs and a warm smile from woman to woman.
"Miss, you're from the DEO incident, right? Here take these, his room number is two oh four. I'm sure you'll want to talk to the director soon enough." Alex looked worried about leaving Hank, but the EMTs had wasted no time in carting him down the hall, so she nodded, slipping into the nearest bathroom, and used a damp paper towel to clean off her legs, throwing away her wet pants, and putting on the dark blue scrubs, she brushed at her hair with her fingers, thinking about Kara... and hoped she was okay, she would save her baby sister... the look on her face when she admitted she had been forced to pee was so embarrassed and sad... now she understood, now it was unforgivable.
Alex left the bathroom, her heart feeling like it was beating a million times a second in her chest, thankful that sweet woman had given her something to change into. She was nervous but felt a little bit better now that the constant wetness of her bum had reminded her of her shame barely an hour earlier. She walked slowly back to the hospital room she had been given directions too, reading the numbers, she stopped at a vending machine, getting herself some water, and Hank one as well... she hoped he was feeling better, she desperately wanted to talk to Hank about the men, she remembered their features perfectly, most notably the bald man's bright eyes, too bright, like a sterilized room no one was allowed into... it was unnatural.
Alex felt the cold condensation on the water bottles almost let them slip from her fingers, causing her to snap out of it, she found herself standing blankly in front of Hank's room, shaking herself she went in, surprised to see a DEO desk jockey, her arm in a sling, handing a computer to Hank. The desk jockey had rope burns around the visible arm, and she looked to Alex, and murmured, her voice like a quiet scared mouse. "Supergirl... where is she?" It was a question on everyone's mind, especially the ones that had been saved. They had noticed how tired she had been they all wanted to know if she was okay. No one had seen her come out of the building; no one had seen her inside the building. Alex took a moment. She didn't want the word spread public that she was kidnapped, much less that it was possible to capture the wonder girl herself. She smiled at the mousey girl and murmured.
"She was feeling a bit sick today, don't tell anyone okay? Supergirl is resting up at her home. She saved a lot of you up top today, she's fine." The mousy girl looked relieved, Alex knew she would tell her friends to relieve them, and they would tell their friends. It spread the rumor that Supergirl could take out hundreds and be fine. Hopefully, once they saved her sister something like this would never happen again to Kara. Alex would be sure of it. The DEO would up its security she didn't care how much she had to lobby Hank for it.
The girl walked around Alex, and the short-haired brunette moved towards Hank's bed, where he was typing frantically, murmuring. His voice a little slurred, he definitely had a concussion, the IV in his arm probably doing something to make him hyper... so he didn't sleep and lose his life... even though he was a martian, she wondered if concussions affected him the same.
"What are you doing Hank?" Alex asked, her voice riddled with fatigue, her body was exhausted, fear, pain, worry all draining her energy away like a vampire. Hank glanced at her like he just realized she was there, then showed her the computer screen. The screen showed a high-quality picture of Black and White behind the building, not even bothering to take out the security camera, they were so cocky, thinking they would win. It drew a soft growl from Alex.
"Right here is where the one in the Black suit pulls up in the Mustang. I took a screenshot of the license plates, and I'm sending them in for a BOLO with the police tied to a kidnapping. Though this car is most likely stolen, or it wouldn't have any plates." Alex nodded, being aware of all of this, but knew that Hank had a lot of energy right now, and was stuck in a bed for a day or two, if he wanted to help this way she would, of course, let him.
"Where's Kara though? Where's that bitch of a redhead, Hank... I need something to shoot. They could be doing anything to her right now. I can't have them hurt her just because they want to." The director nodded, and murmured, his eyes seeming to go in and out of focus, though his mind was still sharp as a tack.
"Look here, time stamp just an hour after noon." Alex took a sharp breath, seeing the redhead carrying Kara her fingers dripping blood from a cut on her palm, bruises on her neck, her clothes all torn up. She felt anger rise up into her, she wanted to beat the shit out of them, and put Kara in bed until she healed, what was she going to do? Hopelessness set in just under the burning hot anger, if the car was stolen how would they find any trace of these men?
Hank put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her without any words. Alex felt her vision blur, her eyes becoming watery and red. She whispered, as a ding came from the computer, Hank starting at the sudden noise, before closing the surveillance footage.
"What was that an email?" She tried not to let her emotions consume her, if they did Kara had no hope, she had to be the strong big sister and keep working to save her no matter how long it took.
"No Alex, it's a not... incredibly legal by human standards... hacking, into the FBI's facial database... fingerprints... known crimes..." Alex glanced to him, a look on her face of relief, she looked to the screen as he moved it so she could view it better. The man she had seen who had been bald, in the white suit, was supposedly named James Henshaw, the man in a black suit with the shaved sides of his head was named William Hastoway. They were known for working as hit men, partners in crime... they weren't brothers or lovers, supposedly served hard time together in a third world country, their country refused to help them escape... so they broke out and used their skills to make a name for themselves in the hitman community. Alex took a deep breath, and murmured, looking over the page of information with an eagle eye.
"It doesn't say anything about where they live, or who they could be working for... it's nice to have a backstory, but... we need more than that Hank." Hank nodded, and scrolled down, to pictures of them recently being sited. There were several of these pictures. One of Black leaning on a bridge in what looked to be Paris talking on the phone but the timestamp was older, about a year. However, the more recent ones sent a thrill of fear down Alex's spine as she recognized what was supposed to be an old abandoned mansion no one ever used anymore... remodeled, fitted with what seemed to be top of the line surveillance. White and Black were stepping out of a cherry red mustang, the same one they had seen. As she opened her mouth to point this out, Hank smiled at her, always teaching her even when she was the best of the best.
"I've already been looking on traffic cameras for the direction they were heading... it looks like the mansion on Dewsvoia Lane, and Kershaw Road... up on the hill. It will be incredibly dangerous for us to access. Your gun will need to be recharged." Alex nodded before she paused giving her mentor a look of question and concern.
"Hank, you're hooked up to an IV, can you even stand on your own right now." The hidden martian met her eyes, and without looking, wrapped his arms around the IV and yanked it out, taking off the heart monitor stickers and wincing as they pulled at hairs on his arms and chest.
"I'm fine. I heal much faster than your average human, no offense." Alex rolled her eyes and stood up, taking the laptop with them, she handed him his shirt, from a pile of clothes, no one had bothered helping him into a hospital gown having so many from the DEO incident that needed attention and help. They hurried out into a hall, a nurse rushing into his room just a few feet behind him, before noticing he was gone, at the call for more nurses, Alex and Hank hurried to the elevator, pressing close quickly just as a doctor from down the hall pointed, and notified the others around him. After all the director of the DEO was a high priority patient. If he was being kidnapped or hurt their hospital would be ashamed forever.
As the elevator descended, Alex started walking with him back to her apartment where she had resources and food. They needed to make sure they were prepared, the last thing Kara needed was a failed rescue mission.
It took a while with a few odd looks tossed at Alex, in her nurse scrubs, Hank looking like he just lost a fight with a particularly angry haunted blender, his head wrapped in bandages. Once they got to the apartment, Alex sat down on her couch trying to do more research on those men, even delving so far as the dark web to see their website where they offered their... services, though they currently weren't accepting any jobs at the moment... most likely too engrossed in the one they were doing now... hurting her baby sister. There went the idea of luring them out and forcing them to release Supergirl in exchange for their partner in crime... Alex needed help to storm the castle, she couldn't let them hurt Kara like this, just the idea of what she was going through broke her heart. She would save Supergirl. There was no doubt about that in her mind. |
Chapter 5
Kara's mind, felt like it was dragging itself out of a grave with a quarter of the strength it usually had. Fuzzy darkness feeling like it had its claws dug deep into her consciousness, dragging her back down into the hole of sleep. Kara didn't open her eyes as she slowly started to remember who she was, and where she must be. Instead, she tried to take stock of what was happening, her memories slowly returned to her as she remembered a flash of crimson hair and shivered subtly, remembering the DEO crumbling, the sound of explosions. That woman... had been as strong as her... as fast as her, was it possible that they had somehow gotten her DNA? There was no possible way of that happening, was there? Kara felt her heart drop into despair, her blood going ice cold in her veins as she realized this could very well be the case. Even though it must have been hours before Black was found strapped to the chair... they somehow managed to get something, it hadn't all dried up? Unless that woman was one of the metahumans Barry, The Flash, had told her about, then that had to be what had happened... There was no human alive who had those powers. The woman had to be human, there was no crimson-haired woman like her in the DEO database. Taking a long, slow breath before she opened her eyes, she found herself pausing in soft surprise as she cast her eyes around.
The whole room was actually, quite nice? There seemed to be two windows by the way the shadows surrounded her, one behind her, and one to her right, navy blue curtains hanging around the dark wooden frames of the windows. She moved her eyes to the left and saw a beautiful bed, with a princess style canopy, another expensive looking wooden wardrobe beside the large oak door. Kara looked to the door that was directly across from her, noticing a device near the door handle that looked like a lock that was voice activated if that speaker was anything to go by. Dammit... if it was voice activated her previous escape plan wouldn't be worth anything. Speaking of an escape plan, she looked down at herself and noticed her wrists were bound to the armrest of the chairs with steel chains, chains under and over her breasts to prevent her precious escape method... no doubt they had looked over the footage of her previous escape, although she didn't remember any cameras in the previous room and Black hadn't seen her actually escape her bonds. Though to be fair, at the time she was busy trying not to pee herself and give them what they wanted... it was too bad all that struggle was in vain.
Supergirl tried to move her head, a hoarse grunt coming from her of exertion, her throat still in the middle of healing from being choked out by what she could only assume was a super soldier. Kara made a soft whine of despair as she realized that they even had a collar around her neck, attached on a long chain to the floor behind her. She was heavily chained up, but oddly enough as she looked around she noticed there wasn't an iv bag anywhere... That was odd she hadn't drunk anything, didn't they want her to pee? She tried to feel a weakness in her body and didn't find any. She smirked, cockiness rising in her chest as she jerked both of her arms at once, expecting a shower of metal bits to rain over the hardwood floor, using all of the might her muscles stored, excited for the chance to swoop through the building and make quick work of these so-called 'Villans'.
Then nothing happened, and her feelings of winning evaporated like water in the sun, as the metal didn't even creak, or strain, not even so much of a groan of stress at her strength. The chair underneath her was metal too, yet she felt the familiar hole that cupped her bottom, making her shiver as she realized what she was going to have to do... thank god she didn't have a morning coffee if it was even the same day as she was taken again, she had no idea, she could have been out for days already and would have no idea. She tried to keep her nerves in check. There seemed to be no diminished effect on her powers from the steel, so she waited a moment and used her X-ray vision, looking through the walls of the manor, she didn't see much, many of the rooms were lined with lead between the walls, was that to prepare for her coming or simply a line of defense in case someone broke into this place haphazardly? She saw some rooms were filled with desks, but not many, some had scientists working with yellow liquid in vials. There was no way that they had gathered that much of her pee!
What Kara didn't know was that they had urine from other aliens, kidnapping them and bringing them here, now that they had Supergirl, the one perhaps even stronger than Superman himself, it was entirely possible they could hybridize her DNA with someone else's, and create a soldier so powerful the world would have no way to stop their advance. If only they had more of Kara's pee, they could move ahead with that new line of revenue, but first, they had to break the poor heroic girl, make it so that she had no choice but to provide them gallons of her DNA, to provide endless opportunities of experimentation.
What Kara didn't know, however, didn't stop her from freaking out now. Kara's heart began to race as she tried not to panic, the metal wasn't breaking, but she didn't feel weak! What was going on with her body?! She finally felt like she had all of her strength back and yet... then it hit her like a truck, how... how did they get Kryptonian Steel? Her body went limp inthe chair, her face... it was filled with fear, worry. There was no way she could break this metal, there was no way she could slip out of this easily. Kara closed her eyes, a soft whimper escaping her as she knew she didn't quite have to be strong yet... until the door in front of her clicked open, and her eyes met the eyes of the man in the White Suit. Immediately Kara put on her bravest face, knowing there was a chance he saw all of her despair. She couldn't allow him to see anymore, she was going to get out of here, and when she did she was going to do everything she could to throw this man in prison for doing this to her not once, but twice.
The silence was deafening, between them, the tension grew with every single second that passed, Kara tensing as much as her body allowed her, she wouldn't lie to herself, she was much more frightened of this man than she was of the man in the black suit. In his hands, he held a large IV bag, a clear tube, and a needle, presumably also made of Kryptonian Steel. The man stepped closer to her, and she tensed visibly, without meaning to, scared of feeling so weak from the glowing black space rock, drawing a soft burr of a laugh from deep within his throat before he turned her arm over. Kara tried to jerk away, the chains stopped her, but his hand stayed on the soft skin of her inner arm, he hadn't even flinched. Was he that sure they had her secured? He seemed to have some sort of medical knowledge, his fingers pressing into her skin, drawing goosebumps all over her soft flesh before he found a vein. Without a word, he pressed the needle into her skin, piercing her vein as he held the IV bag higher than Kara's head, placing it on an IV rack she previously hadn't been aware of, the saline flowing slowly into her system cooling her arm and slowly bringing her body temperature down. Yet she noticed there was no kryptonite, how odd... weren't they going to need to weaken her? The saline wasn't tinted a soft glowing green as she knew it would be if it was within the water, and if it was in the water there was a chance it would poison her, they couldn't afford to do that if kidnapping her was so important. It wouldn't be easy to make her pee at her full strength, even the remnants of the kryptonite from nearly a week ago was out of her system, her body fully recovered she might have leaked once the day after, but that had been a fluke. White tapped the IV down, several times over, specifically so if she somehow got her teeth around the IV, it would hurt incredibly, to the point it might even stop the famous otherworldly Supergirl herself in her tracks. Then the man stepped back, casting his dark eyes over Supergirl, almost seeming to enjoy the way she was helpless. She was exactly where he wanted her, nervous, helpless, all chained up. The sight even drew a chuckle from him as he spoke, wanting to sort of, give her an introduction if you will, to the ways they had of making her pee herself like a child.
"My partner is chomping at the bit to make sure you give us everything we want... though I want to make sure you're all needy, far less will power then wouldn't you agree? I'm sure you remember the feeling of desperation clawing at you right... here." As he spoke he prodded a finger into her stomach harshly, where her bladder was, making the smallest need to pee suddenly feel much stronger. She shivered softly, and the man smirked, pressing two fingers into her bladder and watched Kara as she squirmed, before the blonde growled at him, her teeth bared at him like a cornered helpless animal. Kara was grateful she didn't leak at the first thing he did, but it brought her senses to the need to pee so quickly, and so acutely she knew it would be on her mind for hours... it would be almost impossible to forget it.
"Hardly! I can hold it as long as I need to without the Kryptonite, you won't get what you want out of me easily. Last time was a fluke... you'll regret this when I manage to get out of this chair... There won't be anywhere you could hide from me." Kara shivered but was glad this time Alex knew about the men that were after her... Kara had no idea if she was in the same Mansion that had sat abandoned for years previously, but it was likely from the roads she had flown over to get home last time, and the shape of the building itself. She hoped to god Alex was on her way, she didn't want to give in to these men but judging by the look on the White Suited man's face, they had ways perhaps. Even more, effective than the Kryptonite filter they had used on her IV bag before. It was a frightening thought, the suspense of it making her heart feel like it couldn't take very much more stress until the White Suited man spoke, and almost made her start to panic, the only thing that kept her from doing so was sheer force of will. She couldn't let them make her a puppet so easily.
"Oh we both know last time was no fluke, we weakened your body on purpose, we even filled up that sad little tin bucket we had for you before. That is, until my partner Black, made the mistake of getting cocky with you, he's learned his lesson now, no silly ropes, Kryptonian Steel, no silly space rock, you're going to wish you had run to the farthest corners of the planet to hide from us, and if you escape, we won't let you see the light of day when we catch you again." He said, while his pale fingers, tough from years of hard work, traced down the links of the chain that held her.
"To break you... to make it so you don't even have the willpower to pretend, as though you could refuse us." Kara tried not to show this man any outward fear as he maintained eye contact with her. It was hard to look away, his eyes like pools of obsidian, cold, and dark. His words brought a fear in her she wished she could say wasn't there, but she knew it was... and it embarrsed her, but she would spite him, fighting him every step of the way until he lost that condescending attitude. Kara almost flinched when the man finally moved. His shape moving just outside of her peripheral vision, she felt a belt she hadn't been able to see before threaded between the arms and back of the chair. It rested above her bladder, and she stiffened with a mild cry of surprise as it was tightened to a point where it teetered on the edge of damaging a normal person. Thank god she was a Kryptonian, this would have made her bladder rupture for sure had she had normal muscles. She heard the click of a padlock, the unmistakable sound made her try and turn her head, though the thick metal of the collar around her neck made that next to impossible. Though she knew where the lock must have gone, as the man stepped back into her field of view, she noticed a key in his hand, and growled at him, something that seemed to amuse him, as an assistant wearing a pantsuit came into the room.
The assistant's cart had a multitude of what seemed to be odd devices on it, one metallic item, the same shade of silver as the chains that bound her, seemed to be folded in on itself, like a rosebud, and it would expand slowly at the press of a button, a taser... scalpel... and of all things... pleasure items, were all on the cart like they were meant to be there. Kara gave White a look of hate, which he returned with a calm, confident, smirk. The assistant leaving quietly, like they were almost scared to be in the same room as their super strong though captured woman.
"You'll enjoy yourself plenty, Supergirl, or should I call you Kara? I'll let you relax, fill up your bladder a bit until tomorrow, you'll enjoy getting to see how all of these tools are used in due time." With another sultry chuckle, the man spoke to the door, and it let him out, the door closing behind him with a solid click. Her heart dropped, her watchful eyes turning to look at the items on the cart. What did they all do? Would... would it hurt her? She began to become afraid. She knew that she was going to have to endure a lot, that was unmistakable, would she be able to last until someone came for her? She shivered, she honestly didn't know. Kara had never been so afraid before... afraid of what a human with determination and a sick set of values could do to her.
It was a few hours alone before she heard the click of something above her, glancing up Kara saw the light of a security camera flash on, and sighed, trying to get as comfortable as she could on the chair. Closing her eyes, she felt herself slowly drift off to sleep.
A loud splatter forced Kara's eyes open, and she jerked into a sitting position, craning to look at her lap, a wet spot was soaking between her thighs into the dark threads of her pants. She gulped, sleeping was a bad idea, she couldn't even rest without a faint drop releasing from her? She knew it must be the godforsaken belt, the chains around her stopping her from gathering enough momentum to snap the annoying leather in two.
Kara knew that she had already peed on herself too much for any hope that they wouldn't pull DNA. They had seemingly pulled DNA from seemingly nowhere, it had to be a minute source. It wouldn't dry before daylight broke through the window. She didn't have a clock in the room with her, but she felt almost like it was the early hours of the day.
"Goddammit!" She whispered, forcefully into the dark air around her. She knew that she would need her strength for the morning, she could handle the belt, the one-time leakage was just a fluke... she was a Kryptonian! She was better than this! But a secret part of her wondered what they would do to her... she resigned herself to at least trying to get some rest, closing her eyes she let her head relax against the back of the chair her mind drifting off for the second time that night, a few drops came from the chair, her body not realizing it was working against her, not even covering a fourth of the bottom of the bucket.
A sudden sharp pain made Kara cry out in pain, straining against her bonds as something felt white hot and painful across her lower stomach, where her bladder would be. It felt like her skin was crawling. Eventually, it stopped and she looked around frantically, her eyes landing on the cold unfeeling eyes of Black Suit. He seemed pretty pissed about what she did to him last time.
Kara panted softly, watching him, she didn't even notice white suit standing behind him until he spoke, an amusing note to his voice that drove Kara's heart thumping in pure anger, how dare they do this to her?! She looked at what was in White's hand, and it made sense, a taser, and what looked to be a high powered one at that... Dammit, that had really fucking hurt! Why were the torturing her now?! When she got out of this chair she would make sure these men could never do anything like this to anyone else ever again!
"Good morning sunshine, and how did you sleep?" White's all too condescending voice was accompanied by the sound of a metal object being fiddled with beside him, the noise oddly distracting. At the tray, Black was setting up the odd Rose Bud looking item, and... seeming to set a timer before he came to stand in front of Kara and knelt down in front of her on one knee.
Black reached forward and undid the button and zipper on her pants, making Kara go pink in sudden embarrassment, her cheeks flaming as she yelped, trying to wiggle to somehow get him to stop trying to undress her. What the heck was this?! This wasn't what she had in mind with all their intimidation tactics, no fear touched her, just embarrassment to the point she couldn't sit still for him.
"W-What the?! Cut it out!! There's no reason to do this!! You got DNA or whatever you wanted don't take off my underwear!" Her pleas were ignored, as her panties were pushed down and out of the way, Kara tried to protest again, but the sudden cool feel of metal in her urethra made her shiver her words dying in her throat, a mad blush running rampant across her cheeks and nose now.
"There you are, wanna know what this lovely little device will do for you, and us?" White chuckled, glancing to Black to let him explain, Kara's pants were unbuttoned, her underwear looking ruffled. There was a timer instrument that was set on the tray facing her by Black's hand. He smirked at her, chuckling before he leaned on the wall, pointing to it.
"Every ten minutes, you're going to feel an ever so slight.. pressure down there, deep inside of you. We're going to take those muscles you're so proud of, and not weaken you with space rocks... we're going to weaken you for real princess" He chuckled, and Kara swallowed thickly, looking to the timer it was already pointing to four minutes left to go, she hoped it wouldn't hurt... but she knew that in the long run... she shuddered, as the clock started to tick down from two minutes, she felt her body shake ever so slightly... Then she felt the tiniest bit of pressure, it didn't go away, she felt a few drops escape her full to bursting bladder.
Thankfully her pants soaked it up, the men not even knowing she had already begun to bend to their will, but god was it embarrassing, the cool metal having so much power over her and her body, it was truly embarrassing. The men chuckled, White touching Blacks shoulder and nodding before he left the room, telling the door to unlock before he left it.
"Let's have some fun, blonde." Kara shivered, as black picked up the taser from the tray beside her, chuckling as he turned up the power from a two to a three, turning it on, he held it just barely away from the skin of her bladder. Kara held back a whimper with vicious determination, she didn't want these men to get to see her so weak. Even so, she closed her eyes as she felt the taser press into her, and let out a loud yelp, feeling the powerful electricity course through her body from a single, painful epicenter. After a full two minutes, Black pulled away from the taser and chuckled, her shirt was pushed up so he could see the red skin and Kara giving him a glare from the iron chair she was strapped to.
He put down the taser, and she paused as Black picked up what looked to be a small pleasure device. He enjoyed the pink that brushed across her face, loved the fact that she wiggled in her chair, trying to prepare herself was about to come, all the while, the Rose Bud device expanded within her again, her muscles felt odd, it... it was getting harder and harder to hold those stray little leaks that seemed to be so fond of coming out when she least expected it.
Could Kara even handle this? Again Black knelt in front of her, chuckling, he put his hand on the side of her thigh, making her tremble though she would never admit it to him. He pressed his hand up and pulled her pants down to around her mid-thigh, seeing that her panties were already soaked, almost see-through from her urine alone. The man gave a dark chuckle, as he turned the small device on, the soft whirr making Kara blush insanely hard, what... what was this?! This wasn't torturing her this was...pleasuring her!
Black pressed the tip of the device to the lips of her pussy, he knew a thing or two about driving a woman wild, the wilder she went... the easier those walls of defense she had would come crumbling down around her. Kara couldn't help the soft gasp she made, straining her wrists against the chains she tried to tell him to cut it out, that this wasn't funny, but after all the pain, it was such a nice reprieve to feel this way. She bit her lip, trying to stop any future noises that decided they wanted to make an embarrassing appearance until Black pressed the vibrator into her pussy lips just a little, how long had it been since someone had seen her like this?! Helplessly weak to what they were doing? She tried to hold back from peeing, and from feeling as good as this man was making her feel but it was almost impossible, her panties started to drip, from pee or excitement? Kara couldn't tell you, her mind was mush, the feeling of Black's hand on her thigh to stabilize her white hot in her mind, as he pressed the top of the small vibrator into the bottom of her clit. No matter how strong she was, to try and stop the shiver that went up against her spine, she couldn't hold back the breathy groan she let out, trying so hard not to meet his eyes. Though her peripheral vision picked up a superior smirk, one she didn't mind so much right now, for some reason.
His soft chuckle made her whimper, slightly in frustration, mostly as he rubbed the vibrating surface of the dildo across her clit, Kara was panting now, holding back was so hard, it was impossible for her to try and sit there stock still, but every little bit of obvious pleasure she showed made that smirk on his face grow. Her panties and thighs slick, Black pulled her panties down to where her wetness was shown making her blush and squirm, though no words of protest left her mouth, a secret, deep dark part of her enjoyed being tied up to the point even she couldn't break it. Was this a reward for peeing herself? Or was this more of their plan to subjugate her?
Black pressed his own finger onto her clit, feeling it pulse with her need, he began to rub the tip, as he dragged the tip of the vibrator down to enter her, penetrating her slowly, with the device, enjoying the fact that the all-powerful Supergirl was a weak helpless mess before him. She belonged to them now, her and all her DNA was... no is theirs. Kara was shaking under his fingertips, trying to resist the need to let loose and cum, her body screaming for release, to feel the waves and waves of pleasure she wanted. She couldn't do that, that be more DNA they couldn't have, she wanted to make every step of the way hard for them in any way she could. Black felt her trembles grow, and knew any minute now she would cum, all the pleasure would overload any average woman ten times over. Yet, Kara didn't come, eventually, she trembled, her head rolled forward, panting, her muscles definitely felt that... even if she didn't finish Black knew that next time she would, and chuckled as he cleaned off the device with a sterilized wipe the cart had come with.
"I'm impressed, you came so close to finishing, it must have been torture not to finish." He teased, loving the fact that he had overpowered such a powerful woman, Her blush was so thick, her pants were so soaked, he was surprised she hadn't come... Kryptonians were made of stronger stuff, the... idea of breaking her down weaker than human level excited him and made him chuckle as he wiped off his slick hand.
Kara didn't answer, too focused on trying to calm down, as the object inside her expanded, bringing with it a few drips into the bucket, making her wince in embarrassment, all of this... their plan was slowly, but surely working. Kara heard black speaking but didn't really catch what was said before she heard the click of the oak doors handle, and she made a soft whimper into the empty room as she was left alone.
He had been right, it had been really close... the whole thing now that she was satisfied as much as she could be...was embarrassing, she... normally wasn't so easy to please... it must be all the stimulation trying to get her to pee! That had to be it... she felt the device expand again, before shrinking, letting her body have a rest.
She definitely felt like it was more... weak down there, every so often a drop of liquid would come out, and soak into her pants, a few where her pants couldn't hold any more liquid dropping down to the cold bucket below. She shivered when she heard the sounds of her pee being collected, her body was turning against her and sometimes, though it scared her. Kara felt like her muscles in her lower stomach refused to listen at times. Spasming in ways that let more than a drop escape, but thankfully they were rare, only happening once, maybe twice before the room around her slowly darkened.
Kara was damp, starting to shake in the cool air of the night, wishing she was home in bed, warm in the bathtub, drifting in warm bubbles of clean soap, she was covered in her own urine, and... it was a low state to be in. Her attention was caught when the Oak door in front of her was opened, it was an assistant and White himself, standing in the dark with her, framed by the light from the hallway. She straightened, waiting for more torture, before the assistant tucked a blanket around her shoulders, avoiding the wet lap of the woman. Kara looked to the assistant, who avoided her eyes and backed away, White chuckled, condescendingly.
"We can't have our prized captive freeze to death, can we? You should know better than that." The assistant looked to the ground, nervous to be in the room with the alien woman, scared if she got out and was angry they would suffer. Kara ignored white, as he left the room, his laugh had sounded fake... the assistant looked back at her, with what seemed like regret in their eyes, before they closed the oak door around themselves. The cold probably would have made her muscles spasm more but, Kara couldn't find the strength to care, focusing all the energy she had on trying not to wet knowing the instant she fell asleep liquid would escape her, cursing the fact that no matter how much she managed to go or release from herself, it was replaced almost instantly just like last time with the IV bag that was constantly hydrating her.
Kara wanted to give up... just a teeny tiny part of her, knowing this torture could drag on for days... Alex and Hank would have such a hard time finding her... she was... she just wanted to lay down, she wanted to be unchained if she peed for them would they let her- She paused and bit her lip hard as if to punish herself. She couldn't let herself think things like that, she had to have faith her sister would save her. She wondered if this is how people trapped felt...would it feel just as good to have the metaphorical rubble lifted off of her as she was saved? She had to have faith, the DEO was rebuilding, it slows them down... but she had to stay strong, she was Supergirl, everyone always counted on her, just this once... she could count on them to come to her rescue.
Kara rested her head back against the chair and knew that she had to stay strong, as hopeless as it all felt. The Rose Bud inside her expanded again and yet this time she barely felt it... it sent a thrill of worry through her... but worrying about it wouldn't help... for now she needed to rest and gather her strength. She had to stay strong for her sister. The night passed uneventfully, and yet, this time... Kara woke up not to pain but an odd sensation on her bladder.
Making a soft groan of displeasure at being woken up, even though her neck had an awful krick in it. Kara looked down to see her shirt pushed up, her pants down around her ankles again, her panties thankfully still on, making her look curiously, a bit too tired to be angry quite yet at the cause of this. It was White, who had an odd device in his hand, attached to what looked like a tank of water on wheels. She noticed he didn't seem to realize she was awake yet, so she took the time to examine the device, to get to know what exactly she was in for here... It seemed to be a pressurized jet, though it didn't have the nozzle length that people would use for cleaning things that had years of grime on them... it had a temperature gauge? What in the world would this be used for? A small part of her hoped it to be used to clean her up, she felt all dirty sitting in her clammy cold pee pants, peeing into a bucket when her concentration slipped... thankfully it had never been more than a drop, most of them drying up before the assistants could come and collect them on their cotton swabs.
White turned and gave her a smile as he noticed her eyes were open, though it was a smile no one would wish to see, especially in a dark alleyway. She stiffened, not knowing how it would be used, but with a look like that, there was no way that the water would be used in the way she hoped.
"My my, you're awake, you had quite a lot of fun last night didn't you? You weren't very quiet, it must have been so embarrassing... and yet... you didn't pee, but you did leak...a few drops are the first hint that someones about to break did you know that?" He purred, his voice sultry, as he attached an odd looking nozzle to the end of the hose, making Kara's spine tingle for some odd reason, the unknown reason for the hose giving her nerves.
"I'm not going to break... at least not for weeks, you'll spend days and days at this, wasting your precious time..." Kara didn't want to tell him she knew she'd be saved... she knew her sister would come through, she hoped somehow he thought there was no chance of it... his guard she hoped, would be down. Even though she was having a hard time believing it herself, purely from fear, purely from how omniscient these two men felt to her sometimes, how in control they were.
"That's cute, it's like hearing a leaky faucet say that it doesn't have any weaknesses, we both know it's only a matter of time. Wouldn't it be nice to sleep on that bed? Have some food perhaps, all this hydration has got to have you wishing for something salty..." Kara growled at him, glad he hadn't asked her the night before...she could have broken down, all of this stress, the holding it, how horribly achey her bladder felt right now. It was almost unbearable to be a constant fight. She had to, with the amount they've taken from her, they barely had enough to keep having one super fake, no way was she about to break down and give them a whole army to do god knows what across the world. White only laughed, his voice darker then it had been before, as he pressed the oddly curved nozzles outside to her panties, which had finally dried.
"You'll enjoy this little test, I wonder which temperatures you respond to?" Kara realized what was going to happen a second too late, knowing even if she had known there would have been nothing she could do about it. A sudden spray of ice cold water shot up her urethra, making the muscles that were desperately trying to hold on spasm and almost release, making Kara whimper with the effort of holding herself closed, even so, the water that washed down into the now dry bucket had faint wisps of yellow in it, definitely more than a few drops, but not enough to say he had won. Kara groaned as her muscles twitched, feeling their strength diminish, their torture was wearing her away, like a merciless wave against a cliff.
Kara didn't even get a chance to say a few choice curse words, before a jet of then warm water splashed into her body, making her muscles relax even more so, untying all the knots of pure stress that held back her waters. As the water dripped from her legs, a yellow stream fell from the hole in her chair, but only for a few seconds, Kara shaking like a leaf, her anxiety rising into her chest, helping her to hold back from letting go of all the pee still in her system. She didn't want the snarky eyed visage of White to win, she wanted to hold it and hold it until her body gave out, she knew it would eventually... she was Kryptonian... she wasn't a god. But she would fight against the torture until she couldn't anymore, already her pipe... was leaking…
"Ah ha~ Shocking you with these sure does get you flowing doesn't it... trying so hard with that blushy needy look on your face. We both know you should just release... you'd get so many comforts if you gave in to us and peed, a warm bed, fresh clothes, anything you wanted. Your DNA will buy us anything you could possibly want ten times over, and being a superhero is so hard isn't it?" Kara tried to ignore him, but that only caused her to get another spray of cold water in places she never thought could take the abuse. He was right, drops mixed with the water, the bucket almost overflowing now with the mostly water concoction. White just chuckled, enjoying the helplessness of the woman in front of him almost as much as Black had earlier. He knelt by the machine after a while, giving the woman a break, Kara shivering endlessly, her shirt now soaking, causing her to shiver with cold, thankful no one had taken away her blanket quite yet.
As White kneeled by the machine, he added something quite small to this blast, a little clear capsule, with something silver and soft looking inside of it. Kara didn't have it in her to notice it, as busy as she was trying to keep herself from finally giving in and letting her body break down. White loaded up the capsule, and stood, yanking her panties down a little rough, Kara looked up, surprised, was it time for pleasure? A sharp stab of embarrassment went through her as a spray of warm water rushed inside of her system, though the capsule itself never came out.
"Poor Supergirl, trying so hard when her body is working against her. Wouldn't it feel good to gush it all out, just pee and pee until that whole IV bag is empty, and finally get some relief? We both know you want to, how desperate you are to empty that trembling weakening bladder of yours." White spoke, teasing the poor woman, taking a subtle glance at the bucket of piss water below her, he knew that the probe had managed to take its place inside of her... not to give it the boost of power it needed... and to work on her muscles.
White picked up two items in his hands, one the taser from before, two being the pocket vibrator and Kara paused, the Rose Bud device expanding to the point she almost felt pain, and knew any second now, after all of those splashes of water, her muscles would spasm again, they were getting more and more frequent with each passing day. White wasn't so sadistic about his approach with the taser, her more so enjoyed the beautiful look on her face of pure terror when she knew what was about to come... He turned the side of the device with the dial toward her, each tick of the dial, was just how strong the force of the electricity was. Turning it up to the highest setting, he jammed it forcefully into her bladder, and Kara felt herself almost black out. Spots danced in front of her eyes, as a loud shriek filled the room, only noticing a few seconds later that it did, in fact, come from her. The odd sensation of feeling her muscles jerk and twitch inside of her started up again like a dance that had the tempo suddenly increased tenfold. She gasped, the dots slowly disappearing as her head fell forward, her panting almost covering up the soft plink... plink noise that showed she was still only making droplets. She was so proud of herself, for managing to hold out this long, and hearing the frustration in the huff White made. She looked up slowly, her body recovering everywhere but her bladder, her RoseBud device expanding again, making her give a soft groan of stress, she could feel it loosening inside of her and could feel with every time it expanded she lost just a little bit more of her control... but it would be a long time of waiting before she peed herself with no warning... Kara was going to be the most difficult captive this man has ever seen... she didn't care what he did to her!
White smirked as he saw that familiar determined grin, and set down the taser, instead he simply was holding up the object Kara was oddly shy of. The pocket vibrator, Kara could barely stand the embarrassment of being that weak in front of Black, now she had to do so in front of the even more intimidating White?! Her muscles spasmed, suddenly, much sooner than she had anticipated, and she let her head fall forward again as she panted, three drops this time... her body was failing her, and White seemed to know it.
Touching Kara's chin, White forced her to look at him, Supergirl panting the whole time, exhausted from the constant onslaught against her sphincter. He stroked a thumb over her jawline, making Kara wince, confused at what this man was after. White was a man of medicine formerly, as Alex no doubt had found out in her files, and he showed that now. Kneeling in front of her, Kara let her head drop, whimpering a little bit as she met the eyes of the man who pulled her panties down to her knees, her once white panties were now stained yellow from her pee, she couldn't explain that away as a fluke, she was the leaky faucet, and she knew eventually, this evil man would break her and she'd never hold anything back again. White turned on the vibrator on the lowest setting, wasting no time with her soaked panties in the way, he pressed the tip of the device to her pussy lips, trailing it up and down, wanting the pleasure to relax her muscles, the man being rewarded with the plink plink of her drops in the bucket, he knew she hadn't gone into double digits with her drops, she was still being quite... counterproductive... but he could break her, Black would too, this woman stood no chance against them.
Kara was already trembling, trying to ignore how good it felt to be teased and touched, she tried to focus on anything else so that she could keep her muscles in check, math... science, the spot on the wall where the patterns didn't quite match up, but she just couldn't do that. Her pained pants turning to shallow little breathes of need that she had trouble pushing back, her legs being pressed apart by White's firm hand. He used two of his fingers to hold her apart, smirking in almost sadistic glee as he saw her muscles loosening then tightening as her body desperately fought to hold back her pee, drops escaping before his eyes to pee in the bucket in front of him. It wasn't enough for him though, taking the tip of the vibrator, he turned up its speed, and teased the area around her urethra's exit, making Kara whimper, biting her lip so hard she almost caused herself to bleed. She felt a squirt escape her, drawing a gasp of pure relief from her quivering bladder, White decided to take it a step further, taking his fingers, he dug them into the balloon of a bladder she had, knowing that it was so full she was on the verge of losing control, only not doing so from the little bits of relief she got from the daily torture. Kara could barely stand how full her bladder felt, it felt like gallons of her pee were about to flow freely, but she couldn't let it. A strange noise left her, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and White decided to completely overload her sense of pleasure. Penetrating her with the vibrator, he turned it up to its highest setting, and left it there, making Kara shake from pleasure, shake from the desire to pee herself over and over again just so she could have a rest, a reprieve from the constant onslaught of her muscles turning against her.
Almost as if her thoughts controlled this part of her, her muscles spasmed as White's rough warm fingers played with her opening, a splash of her pee gushed out from her opening, pittering into the bucket as Kara gave out a mew of needy pleasure, it felt so good, just that little squirt, mixed with getting her off, she almost did it again, but stopped herself, just barely. She couldn't afford to give him everything he wanted, she couldn't allow them more than one super fake. Kara's strength had to last even longer, as she felt her body tremble and shake, a ball of warmth in her tummy moving down, just a drop or two of something that definitely wasn't peed leaking out, making her pant, her head rolled back onto the cool metal of the chair's backrest. Kara knew it would be harder a second time to resist orgasm, she knew it would, she didn't think a few drops would escape her... a poorly timed muscle spasm sent her body spiraling and she whimpered, a sweaty mess, her bangs plastered to her face in the effort she spent to not cum... It took minutes before she could open her eyes again, her body finally calming down enough, her face went pink as she realized White saw all of that little display, including the squirt of pee... and the tiniest hint of cum that left her body.
"My my you sure do like to play don't you, you're getting weaker and weaker every day, how much longer do you plan to resist until your body can't anymore? Can you hold out for even one more day? Two? Three? You won't make it to next week that's for sure, your body is barely holding itself together through the sheer force of your will, I expected nothing less from Supergirl... but I have never come across a will I couldn't break... you'll be the prized catch of them all when you're begging me to collect the bucket, because it's gotten too full" The sheer 'I will win' tone of his voice, made Kara slowly, but surely, bring her head up to its full height. It wasn't very tall strapped to this chair, but she murmured, her voice ever so slightly shakey, her body weakened for sure now, her bladder begging her to do something, anything about the pressure she felt.
"You're going to have to fight me every day it takes for my body to break, I won't pee that easily, I can promise you... t-that." Her supposed to be strong-willed speech was cut a little bit short, with a soft whimper, as her muscles spasmed, her legs visibly moving for a second, before they were left shaking, the tell-tale sign of a few drops hitting the hard metal bottom of the bucket being all he needed to hear for him to smirk even wider. Kara panted, before she groaned softly, under her breath, realizing that the Rosebud was expanding faster. She glanced to the timer and saw that it was halved, making her look accusingly at him in her newly weakened state.
"Oh yes that little thing, we decided why let your body rest? After all, we all know you whisper to yourself at night you're a Kryptonian! Nothing could ever make you pee, you're sooo strong " Kara gritted her teeth, anger pooling in every limb of her body, before she lashed out, trying to strain from her bonds, not even creaking the metal and making a loud splash in the metal bucket, before she went limp, she was too weak trying to stave off the effects of the torture to even begin trying to think of slowly breaking down the steel. White gave her an amused smirk, before he took out the vibrator, Kara holding back a sigh of relief before he put the thing back in, she couldn't stop an orgasm this time if he did... but thankfully he disinfected it and put it back, she almost couldn't take any more of this type of torture... she wanted to go home... She watched White's retreating back, shivering in her soaking wet clothes, she cursed herself for being weak! She knew if she peed for them... countless lives, on the battlefield and in the suburbs would be in danger... she had to protect them, no matter how humiliating, how uncomfortable she was... Kara just wished her sister would hurry up and save her, how many more days of this did she have to go through? How many more times would she have to stop an orgasm, or resist the pain of a taser for what looked like an elephant?
Somewhere along the line, Kara had managed to fall asleep she dripped occasionally, not noticing the assistants that snuck in and took all the samples they could off her clothes, and the bucket, before they snuck out, the door being shut as quietly as possible behind them. Sometimes, Kara whimpered in her sleep, flinching from some unseen nightmare, this would cause more drips in the bucket... Yet what couldn't be seen, was an item that White had used earlier that day, it had looked mostly harmless, in a dissolvable gelatin capping. It had been something silver and robotic, something that had been charged by the sudden shock of a high powered taser... Inside Kara's bladder, was a small probe, with long metal 'arms' that held between them like a bats wing, a sterilized metal mesh. Of course, the whole affair was made of Kryptonian steel, so that it could stand a chance at actually performing its job. At this point though, the people that made the device wondered if Kryptonian steel would even be needed, after all, judging from the sounds from behind the door, screaming, moans... Supergirl was already halfway to peeing herself... something even a superhero couldn't come back from.
The little probe went to work, making sure not to cover any entrances or exits, it worked in tandem with the Rose Bud, pressing its metal mesh against the wall of Supergirl's sphincter from inside her bladder, expanding with the Rose Bud together in the dead of night, weakening Supergirl without her even realizing it, more than a few drops would come out of her that night. Kara wouldn't even be able to feel it as an almost steady, weak stream flowed from her body to tinkle slowly into the bucket, half of it though wouldn't last the hours it would take for morning to arrive.
As the hours did pass, morning light washed over Kara, yet this is not what woke her, instead what woke her was the high powered taser being jammed harshly into her full, now weakened bladder, powering up the probe, and waking Kara up suddenly, disorienting her. Her head jerked up, her blonde now messy hair, standing on end just a bit, as she frantically looked for the culprit, coming face to face with Black and White, Black was the wielder of the taser, and Kara tried hard not to lose her cool and beg them to stop, instead, going a bit limp in the chair. She slowly tried to sit up, but for her troubles, got another harsh two-minute long jolt from the taser.
Even Kara, strong Supergirl as she was, couldn't last forever, the taser made her muscles spasm, and it was the straw that broke the camels back, Kara whimpered, a sound close to a broken little sob, of pain, as a steady stream of pee finally came out of her, her bladder so weakened from the constant holding that it too was crying in relief, Kara hung her head in pure humiliation, her body shaking from all that it had gone through as the two men chuckled under their breath. Kara wasn't even wearing pants anymore, those were long gone, now as she peed herself, her almost dry panties soaked again, dying the once white, now pale yellow panties an even deeper shade of golden. Her knees desperately pressed together, trying to stop the flow of her pee, but her body was in no shape to hold back any longer. The sound of liquid hitting golden liquid was the only sound in the room after a while, her stream going strong until finally, moments and moments later, it finally tapered off to a few drips, and already Kara was feeling the beginnings of needing to pee again, the IV not wasting any time, hydrating her, and it was barely half empty. Black picked up the nearly full bucket, and gave it to an assistant, who put it on a stabilization kart they had been keeping outside the room, Kara hadn't even noticed the third person, so numb was her mind in pain and embarrassment. The two men smirked to themselves, White putting a second bucket under her, lifting Kara's chin he purred, that sultry voice grating on her ears, as she heard his voice, knowing he saw her embarrassment once more, knowing that there was no getting out of this. Kara had never been so close before to giving a villain everything they want just to make it stop... Alex would be so ashamed of her..dissapointed…
Kara opened her mouth to beg to be allowed to lay down if she peed for them again, knowing she had already given them all the DNA they could possibly want, she just wanted to lay down, have a shower... Kara couldn't take it anymore. Even as she began to beg for mercy, she was tinkling still in the bucket, almost a constant stream of pee she could barely feel pittering down her soaked thighs. It felt like she had been trapped here for years until there was what sounded like...a boom?
The whole building rocked suddenly, and Kara's chair dipped dangerously to the side before she moved her body and managed to stabilize it. What was going on?! Was there something wrong in the Lab these villains no doubt had? Kara heard alarms go off, and then the sound of sirens blaring from the street, Kara felt panic rise in her chest, no one could see her like this! No one could see her in such a low state! Not Alex, not anyone!
White ripped open the coat of his suit, revealing across the chest harness with two powerful looking, engraved guns, putting both in his hands, he walked out the door with a simple, furious. "Open!" Black followed, from the back of his pants hidden underneath his own suit overcoat, he pulled a gun with an odd box attached below the barrel, it looked custom made... and it had glowing green lights down the side. Kara knew that whatever was happening it wasn't planned.
The door locked behind them with a decided click, and Kara craned her head to see out the window to her right, this couldn't be happening. She saw nothing from her view of the grounds, but she heard the alarms and sirens of what might have been police cars behind her. Was her back to the street?? Was someone actually here to save her or was it a trick of hope from White and Black, did they still think she wouldn't give in to them? Kara couldn't focus on that now, whatever happened would happen, she still couldn't escape from her bonds on her own, and for right now, she felt like she couldn't go on, she hadn't managed to hold out for as long as she thought she could... Even if this was a rescue team she didn't deserve to be saved. The relief that coursed through her made her tremble, little pants came from her mouth as she kept up her near-constant tinkle into the bucket below her. Her knees were pressed together so hard, some of her pee welled up between her thighs, and ran between them to drip from between her knees to the floor, making Kara sniff a little now that she was alone... she knew it deep in her heart, her body couldn't recover, even know she felt the Rosebud and something else expanding her from the inside... she was no superhero, Kara had never been more ashamed of herself in her entire life.
The booms that sounded outside shook the building, and Kara heard the sounds of gunfire, but she never raised her head to look at the door... whatever happened, would happen. As she resigned herself to her fate, the soft trickle of her urine falling into the bucket below her, she heard the sound of the door in front of her and saw four pairs of what seemed to be dress shoes? All four were the various assistants she had seen in her time here. They must have some crazy high level of clearance, to be issued what looked like completely automatic weapons, trained on the door with their laser-guided pointers... they were the last line of defense for the all-important captive. Kara swallowed thickly, was this really a fluke... a joke, a way to break her down if they had assistants wielding what looked to be very real guns? Kara trembled, the faintest hint of her old confidence coming back, and she sat up, waiting, her heart hammering in her chest, trying to ignore the sounds of her pee falling into the half-full bucket... she could wait... and she would help... all it would take was one person... her sister, but from the sound of it she brought hell down on these men.
Explosions that rattled the building to its core shook the place, scaring the assistants around Kara as she started to chuckle under her breath, the assistants were just a bunch of nervous nobodies, they wouldn't be able to stand up to anyone with training, she was the one in piss stained clothes right now... but if things kept going this way, these desk jockeys would be just as wet as her and then some... she kept up her breathy chuckle, knowing she had done enough of her part, was as strong as she could be for as long as she could. |
A gentle, steady wind blew over the fields of Bardam's Mettle, the skies clear and the sun offering just enough warmth to the steppe that R'owahn didn't feel a chill. The tailored jacket she wore was more than enough to keep her comfortable. Checking over her gear once more, she gave nod to their party's leader, a Roegadyn with a sword and shield. R'owahn herself was equipped with a rapier and focus, having decided to try out 'red magic'. While not the best at it, it was still rather interesting, and her body naturally had a vast resevoir of aether to draw from, it seemed. Taking a small flask of green tea from her bag, she tipped it up and took a long draft from it. It seemed to help quiet and focus her mind, and she had been sipping at it for the past bell in preperation.
The group set out through the gauntlet, easily dispatching various beastkin and other enemies along the path. R'owahn herself didn't fare too badly either, loosing spell after spell in a dance of elements while offering up the occasional slash or thrust to those that got too close. She was thankful that her party seemed competent... thus far, anyroad.
They reached a stretch of Bardam's Mettle that consisted of stone walkways over flowing, whitewater rapids. It was here that the Seeker of the Sun noticed a building pressure in her lower abdomen. It seemed all that tea, while it helped her focus on her role, had quickly made it's way through her body to her bladder... and the running water below wasn't helping in the slightest. While normally the miqo'te would merely duck behind a bush or boulder to relieve herself, now was not a convenient time... nor was she willing to tell a group of people she met merely a few days ago that she desperately needed to pee!
After dealing with stone constructs along the walkways, they came to a large pavilion, with a massive golem blocking their way. A booming voice rang out, neither angry nore benevolent. "Yea, you who would walk after Bardam! He who was strong as the earth, swift as a horse, brave as the thunder! You who would become Warriors of the Steppe, with death will you dance!"
R'owahn gulped, feeling a quiver pass through her small body as she lamented the fight they had ahead of them. How were they to fight this thing!? The fear certainly didn't help her bladder predicament, narrowly avoiding letting a dribbling of her pent-up pee into her black silken panties. Stepping into the circle, a strange sensation overcame them; Their arms weak and aether suppressed. Somehow, they were incapable of fighting. What did it want?
Her musings were answered with the arrival of a stone golem. Suddenly, the group was pulled towards it, before it reared up and prepared to smash the ground. Jumping backward, R'owahn managed to dodge the first upheaval... and feeling the ground tremble, she dodged the second as well. The black mage, unfortunately, was not as nimble, and was lifted up from the ground after being hit by both, magical chains wrapped around him. However, he seemed unharmed by the attacks...
Several more attacks came, varying from straight beams of energy to falling meteors. Finally, a series of fireballs were launched at R'owahn... however, it seems between her awkward shoe style, and her current need, she wasn't as nimble as she thought she was; She tripped on a crack, and was hit twice... yet, as she suspected, it didn't hurt at all.
As she was lifted up into the air, the magical chains wrapped around her body and squeezed. Letting out a cry, she grimaced and struggled to hold on, hoping her party members would succeed where she, or specifically her wardrobe, had failed. Damn that tailor!
Unfortunately, they failed, and had to start the trial over. Again they were forced to dodge attacks, and again R'owahn's attire proved a poor choice as she was bound and forced to pray to the Twelve that her comrades would succeed... and that her smallclothes would stay dry. In the end, it came down to the Roegadyn, the Paladin somehow dancing around attacks despite wearing full plate. Damn she was good...
Finally, the Golem was satisfied. Offering it's congratulations, it opened a path for them before disappearing. The group rallied around the Paladin, cheering her on for her amazing feat, before turning to note the Miqo'te still standing where she was before...
R'owahn's knees and thighs were pressed together, both hands pressed deep into her skirt. Her eyes squinted shut, her tail lashed behind her as she stood frozen. Internally the poor girl was trying her damndest to control herself. Unfortunetely the pressure wouldn't abate; Her crotch and even her thighs were almost numb. She held, she held and she held... until she began to feel a warmth in place of whatever feeling was there before... warmth and wetness.
It began as a spurt or two, which turned into a slight dribble. Slitted, cat-like eyes shot open and went wide as she felt her body betray her, the dribble turning into a stream, then a torrent as the warmth filled the gusset of her panties. Holding herself through her skirt proved to be a terrible idea, as it caused the fabric to be soaked as well as the waterfall of pee poured from the miqo'te, flowing down her leggings, onto the ground and even splattering those ridiculous boots.
It seemed to last an era, R'owahn frozen in place as her body released it's waters against her will. The puddle beneath her grew and grew, refusing to soak into the stone. By the time her bladder began to ease off, her lower body was soaked; her panties were wet from front to back, her leggings had multiple dark trails running down her legs, and the shoes had little dots and streams of their own running over the leather. It was obvious to everyone looking at her that the poor girl had completely, and utterly urinated on herself, down to the last drop.
Finally snapping back to reality, she straightened herself out, her hand moving from her skirt to show a saucer-sized wet spot on the front. The hem of the back of it was also wet, from having bent over. A slight sniffle sounded from her, but she stopped short of bursting into tears when a gauntleted hand rested on her head.
Looking up, the Roegadyn smiled sweetly at her. In her eyes was a look of understanding and sympathy... not of ridicule. While no words were said, R'owahn felt relieved, and not just from having just peed; their leader also didn't seem to be judging her for having lost control. There was a seemingly unspoken pact made that this would not leave Bardam's Mettle.
The rest of the trials went without a hitch, and the party disbanded shortly after. R'owahn, still, was thankful that her accident didn't end up becoming public knowledge... although she decided from now on she would take it easy when hydrating before entering someplace potentially dangerous!
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Dark shadows cast across the walls of Tam-tara Deepcroft, in stark contrast to the ever-burning sconces and torches that lined it's walls. While normally one would expect an undercroft to be a silent as... well, a grave, it seemed tonight was an exception; Shuffling and moans steadily echoed through the halls, accentuated by a distant cacophony of chants.
A lone Keeper of the Moon miqo'te, Rui, had entered the Deepcroft. She had been expecting it to be relatively quiet after being cleared by a group of adventurers moons ago. Shortly after entering it, however, she realized that not all was well in the massive maze of tombs. Clutching her cane in front of her, she took a few breaths as she tried to calm the pounding heart in her little chest. It didn't help that she needed to make water, either, but she hadn't counted on being frightened nearly as much as she was.
Shuffling through the corridors meekly, she eventually came across several hunched over forms. Made up of both hyur, a couple elezen and what appeared to be at least one male miqo'te, they turned to her slowly and in time with each other to gaze upon the intruder. Rui froze in place, feeling terror fill her as those pale, dead eyes locked onto the lone living thing in the cavernous expanse. A shiver passed through her body, and she was acutely aware of a few dribbles escaping into her panties as her bladder recoiled. Thankfully, she managed to clench and keep herself mostly dry, only a few wet droplets appearing on the gusset of her smallclothes.
Remembering her magickal training, she tore several sizable rocks from the ground, flinging one at each of the walking corpses. All but one were flung to the ground, their bodies being crushed handily by the blunt force. The lone miqo'te was a bit more nimble, however, somehow retaining the traits he had in life. He rushed at the Keeper, and she had just enough time to cast a massive burst of wind magic at him, sending him flying down the hall before falling over a ledge into a chasm.
The close call caused the poor girl to clutch her cane with both hands now, holding it close to her bosom as she could. She couldn't tell if she had dribbled any more into her panties, but the fact that her legs were still dry under her skirt indicated she had yet held on to her dignity.
This situation felt beyond her, however she felt obliged to at least discover the source of the corruption before she went running. It was her duty to the Shroud, to Eorzea, perhaps! Still clutching her cane like a child would their favorite stuffed animal, she shuffled forward until she came to a massive chamber.
A reddish glow filled the chamber, and it was oddly quiet compared to the rest of the Deepcroft. Moving to the center, she couldn't find anything of note... however, a strange sense of dread filled her, and her body began to tremble as she looked around for the source. Turning around, then, she finally found it...
...or it had found her. What appeared to be a hyuran woman, clad in dirty white robes and hat, stood. Rui's breathe caught in her throat with a soft gasp as the woman tilted her head up, the brim of her hat slowly revealing her grinning face. She had never met this woman before, but the way she spoke to the Keeper made it seem like they were childhood friends. "Ah, you made it to the wedding, Rui!"
"I am -so- glad you could be here for me and Avere's day! Your presence blesses us..." She stepped closer, arms outstretched as if to embrace. Despite her desire to run, Rui's body was seemingly paralyzed in terror, wide eyes only seeming to get wider as a whimper passed her lips. This was it, she was done for.
The poor miqo'te felt as her bladder finally gave in, deciding there was no point in holding all that pent-up pee if this was her end. Her panties steadily flooded as a stream poured from her, both passing straight through the thin material and dribbling down Rui's trembling lets under her skirt. A puddle quickly began to form under her feet, the gentle sound of trickling urine almost appropriate for such a damp place, even if it was quite a bit warmer and fresher.
"No!" Rui thought, "Not like this!" She clenched her eyes shut then, still standing, trembling and watering herself in fear as she felt something well up within her. A burst of light and aether came from her body then, unbeknownst to her.
When the poor Keeper opened her eyes again, the scary hyur was no longer there. The chamber was empty, save for her, and the puddle she stood in, the few last drops of her voided bladder echoing on the walls. Regaining control of her body, she looked down, shoes gently splishing in the puddle as she raised one to give her leg a final shake, thanking the twelve she had been alone when she had wee'd herself like a little kit.
She quickly made her way out of the Deepcroft, intent on telling the Seedseers what she had discovered. Another adventurer would take care of it for sure, but... the most important thing to her was safety, and maybe a bath...
(Featuring @Ruromo's character, Rui! I hope I did this cute scaredy catte justice! ^_^) |
I've seen a fair bit of omo artwork on here featuring Summer from Rick and Morty, but never any fiction. Allow me to remedy that!
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“Space. The final frontier. The-”
“Jesus, quit narrating already, Morty!” yelled Rick Sanchez. “I already got enough of a *urp* headache.”
“Sorry Rick,” said his grandson Morty Smith. “I was just trying to add a little atmosphere. You know, ‘cause there isn’t any in space.”
“Boo,” jeered Morty’s sister Summer.
The mad scientist and his grandkids were currently flying through the outer reaches of the Horsehead Nebula. They were on the way back from their latest misadventure, where they had discovered (much to their dismay) that screaming suns were common in some parts of the galaxy. All three were currently nursing badly bruised eardrums.
“Ugh, how much further is it?” Summer groaned.
“Another sixty light years or so,” Rick replied. “What’s the rush?”
“Ugh, why can’t we just take your portal gun?” asked Summer, avoiding the question.
“Summer, we’ve been over this,” scolded Rick. “The portal gun is only for emergencies or *urp* if I feel like it.”
“Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” Morty encouraged.
In the backseat, Summer crossed her legs and fidgeted. The truth was that her bladder was getting uncomfortably full, but she was not about to admit that.
Forget it, she thought. I can hold it for another sixty light years.
A few minutes later, Summer realized she had been lying to herself. She had never had to pee so badly in her life and felt that she might lose control at any second. Summer couldn’t imagine wetting herself. She hadn’t done that since… well, since the Hulk Musical a few years ago, but that had been on purpose; that was different.
“Hey, are you okay?” asked Morty, interrupting Summer’s thoughts.
“I’m fine, Morty,” snapped Summer, crossing her legs even tighter.
“Oh ruh-really?” said Rick. “You’re acting kinda funny.”
“You think she picked up some sort of virus on that planet?” Morty asked.
“Could be,” said Rick, “though I’m not sure what it is. We’ll have to run some tests and-”
“No!” yelled Summer. “I just have to pee, dammit!”
An awkward silence filled the spaceship for a few seconds before Rick broke it.
“Oh,” he said simply. He pulled out his hip flask, downed the last of its contents and handed it to Summer. “Here, use this.”
“Grandpa Rick!” cried Summer, aghast.
“Y’know,” Morty piped up, “you wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just let Rick put in that catheter.”
“Not helping Morty!” snapped Summer.
“Jesus, Summer,” groaned Rick, “you’re a big gu-girl. Can’t you just hold it?”
“No!” cried Summer. As she said it, she felt a few drops of urine trickle out. “Please, this is getting serious! Use your portal gun and take me somewhere where I can pee!”
“Okay, okay,” said Rick. “I don’t want you getting the upholstery all wet.” With a pull of the trigger, a glowing green portal appeared. Summer jumped through it immediately, with Rick and Morty right behind her.
Summer tumbled out of the portal, receiving an unpleasant jolt to her bladder in the process. Taking in her surroundings, she saw that they were surprisingly… normal. Looking around, Summer could see a public park, a library, a few restaurants… The one thing she didn’t see, however, was a bathroom. Seeing a man nearby on the sidewalk, Summer walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Excuse me!” she said. “Where’s the nearest bathroom?”
“Bathroom?” the man replied. “Why, it’s all around you!”
He turned to face Summer and, to her horror, she saw a dark stain spreading across the front of his pants. Summer gasped and backed away, her bladder begging for relief.
Enraged, Summer rounded on Rick.
“What the hell is this?” she cried.
“Hey, yuh-you asked me to take you somewhere where you could pee,” said Rick with a shrug. “I’m a scientist, not a miracle worker.”
“That’s not what I meant!” yelled Summer. “I wanted you to take me to, I dunno, a planet of toilets or something!”
Summer grabbed the portal gun from Rick’s hands and fired. She had seen him use it plenty of times, and was pretty sure she had just made a portal to somewhere with a toilet. In any case, it had to be better than her current location. Ignoring Rick’s protests, she once again jumped into the portal.
Summer landed more gently this time, which was good because she wasn’t sure how much more her bladder could take. She had reached her limit back on the spaceship, and it seemed like only a matter of time before-
Wait a minute, thought Summer. Where am I?
This time, there was grassy savanna all around her, with scant cover provided by a few trees and shrubs. A few people dressed in rags were milling about in the distance.
“Ugh, I got a buh-bad feeling about this place,” muttered Rick. “I’ve never been here before, and if my travels have taught me anything, it’s that seemingly peaceful planets always have suh-some sort of hidden danger. Like cannibals or toxic spores or-”
Summer wasn’t listening. She didn’t want it to come to this, but she was seriously considering just relieving herself in the bushes. She was just about to ask Rick and Morty to look away when she heard screams in the distance.
“Aw jeez,” groaned Morty, “what’s going on?”
“Maybe if you shut the hell up and looked, you’d figure it out,” snapped Rick.
The people dressed in rags were running towards the trio, screaming in terror. Pursuing them were horses with riders Summer couldn’t quite make out. She squinted and saw that they were… toilets!? With faces, arms and legs?
“Don’t let them escape!” cried one of the toilets. “Kill the filthy humans!”
He lobbed a spear at the fleeing humans, missing by an inch.
“What the fuck is going on?” cried Summer.
“Run now, questions later!” Morty replied.
The trio fled for their lives, Summer’s bladder jostling uncomfortably. They ducked behind a thicket of bushes, gasping for breath.
“Seriously though, what is this?” gasped Summer.
“It’s just what you wanted,” said Rick. “A planet where humans were overthrown. It’s a planet of toilets.”
“Seriously?” groaned Summer. “That has to be the stupidest-”
“I just don’t get it,” Morty interrupted. “Why would toilets rebel against- oh, I guess I just answered my own question.”
“Shh!” whispered Morty. “They’re coming!”
They didn’t move a muscle as they heard hooves approach and come to a stop.
“Did you get ‘em, John?” said one of the toilets.
“Not yet, Lou,” said the other with a disappointed sigh.
“Aw, don’t get all down in the dumps,” said John. “We’ll flush ‘em out soon enough. Then they’ll be in deep shit.”
“We gotta get out of here!” hissed Summer.
“Agreed,” said Rick. “They’re ruh-really reaching with these puns.”
He fired the portal gun and all three jumped through once again.
With a flash of light, they were back in Rick’s spaceship.
“Shit,” groaned Rick, “the portal gun’s out of juice.”
That was the last thing Summer needed to hear. She felt certain she was going to wet herself at any moment. As she squeezed her hands between her legs, she felt a few drops of pee leak out.
“No no no,” she whimpered, squirming in her seat.
“Look!” shouted Morty. “A spaceship!”
Sure enough, a grimy twin-engine cruiser was floating in front of them.
“Do you think we can use their bathroom?” gasped Summer, any sense of shame gone.
“I dunno,” said Rick. “Won’t hurt to check. Looks like this adventure is-”
TO BE CONTINUED |
And here's the conclusion. Enjoy!
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Rick pulled the saucer up alongside the mysterious ship.
“Hmm, their hangar’s open,” he observed. “Bet they won’t mind if we drop in.”
Summer would have countered that claim, but her need for relief was too great for her to argue. She simply squirmed as they flew into the hangar and walked through the airlock.
The ship’s interior was dank and gloomy. Somewhere a burst pipe was leaking, taunting Summer with its’ dripping noise.
“Hello?” called Rick. “Captain or whoever? We nuh-need to use your bathroom. Or, more accurately, my granddaughter does.”
“Grandpa Rick!” cried Summer, holding her crotch and squirming worse than ever. It was taking every ounce of effort to keep more urine from leaking out. She knew she couldn’t hold on much longer and was starting to doubt they would find the ship’s toilet before the inevitable happened.
“Don’t worry, Summer,” said Morty, noticing her discomfort. “There’s gotta be a bathroom around here somewhere. After all, everything pees. Um, guess that’s not helping.”
“And you’re wrong as usual, Morty,” Rick added. “There are puh-plenty of species in the universe that don’t take in water or-”
“Look!” Summer exclaimed, interrupting her grandfather’s rambling. There was a sign on the wall that was written in an incomprehensible alien script, but the male and female figures on it were unmistakable.
“The bathroom must be through this door!” She threw it open, then groaned in dismay. It was just another corridor!
“Hey, there’s another sign,” said Morty. “The bathroom must be through that door.”
No such luck. They were instead confronted with another corridor and another sign.
“Okay, this is getting ruh-ridiculous,” groaned Rick.
“I’m sure it’s right through this next door, Summer,” said Morty. “Summer?”
Summer didn’t answer. She felt the last of her strength give out and the floodgates open. Warm urine poured out of her with the force of a garden hose, soaking her crotch and running down her legs. Equal parts relief and embarrassment rushed through Summer as her bladder continued to drain. A glistening yellow puddle formed on the floor between her feet. When she was finally empty, Summer stood still, mortified at what had just happened.
“Aw, jeez,” said Morty after several awkward seconds. “Rick, do you have anything that- Rick?”
Rick was staring intently at a pane of decorative glass on the wall. Suddenly, he let loose with a roundhouse kick, shattering it. Summer gasped at what she saw: behind the pane was a small room! Inside the dingy room there were several desks with computers and monitors, bags of what she assumed was food, and numerous boxes of tissues. Seated at one of the computers was a pale alien with his back turned to them.
“Yes!” cried the alien. “Ooh, that was incredible! So glad I sprang for those fake signs.”
Only then did he seem to notice the sound of the shattering glass. He turned and let out a shriek of terror. He was mostly humanoid, but with smooth white skin, three yellow eyes and four scrawny arms, all raised in a gesture of surrender.
Rick advanced towards the alien, portal gun drawn.
“Okay, suh-spill,” he said. “Who are you and what’s your deal?”
“Um, m-my name is Flim Gleepnork,” stammered the alien. “I write stories. Stories about, uh, hot girls peeing themselves. A-and when she walked in, so desperate to pee, it was like a dream come true. It’ll be my best story yet!”
“That’s disgusting!” cried Summer.
“Hey, don’t kink-shame,” Rick chided her. “Still, I can’t just let you write about Summer, so…”
He reached into his coat and pulled out what looked like a bronze gun with a lightbulb at the tip.
“Jesus, Grandpa!” cried Summer. “You can’t just shoot him!”
“Relax,” said Rick, “it’s not a gun. It’s a memory eraser I *urp* borrowed. Speaking of, Sixer probably wants it back… Anyway, I’m just gonna erase the last hour of his memory. You’re welcome.”
Over Flim’s protesting, Rick fired the memory eraser. A beam of blue light engulfed Flim, leaving him with a glazed look in the eyes.
“Did it work?” asked Morty.
“Obviously it worked, Morty,” snapped Rick. “However, I muh-might have erased just a bit too much. Like, maybe a year. Anyway, let’s just get out of here before he comes to his senses.”
The three of them headed for the exit, Summer soaked and thoroughly miserable.
“Aw, cheer up,” said Morty, noticing her distress. “We’ll get you a fresh pair of pants as soon as we get home. And no one else will ever know this happened.”
“Thanks to me,” added Rick. Summer smiled despite herself.
“Thanks, guys,” she said.
“I wonder, though,” said Morty. “Who would write a story about my sister wetting herself?”
“Probably some luh-loser who can’t get laid and jerks off to underage anime schoolgirls,” Rick replied.
“Man, that’s harsh,” said Morty.
“And oddly specific,” added Summer. “But I think the real question is who would read it?”
A look of panic crossed Rick’s face.
“Um, I dunno,” he said hurriedly, “but I’m sure they’re all wonderful, wonderful people! Okay, story’s over, bye everybody!”
“Grandpa Rick, what are you-”
“I said bye! It’s over! This is-”
THE END
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I debated putting in a post-credits scene to further imitate the show, but I couldn't think of a good one. |
Darkness, and despair ruled this shadowy dismal place. To any normal mortal being, their skin would be crawling from their first moment of entrance. However, for those who resided here, it was very much comfortable enough to call home. One such being was Queen Beryl who, which referring to herself as queen, was not the one in charge. No, that position fell to an otherworldly being that referred to itself only as “the Negaforce”, with which she was in communion with. Even Beryl did not have a very firm grasp of what exactly this thing was, but powerful, ancient, especially hungry... these were all words that could be applied to it.
“The oracle has decreed that it is time to attack the other dimension; to unleash the power of the Negaforce”, she mused out loud, much to the delight and agreement of the evil spirits around her, “but to do so, I shall require energy. Yes, a great deal of energy. We shall get it from the planet Earth. So, Jadeite, present yourself and tell me of your progress there”
“Yes, my queen”, a deep, smooth voice said, echoing off the halls of her chamber. Her servant appeared promptly in a burst of azure flame, and bowed courteously before straightening. “As we speak, my own servant has projected herself into the material plane, preparing for the operation. I have discovered a very interesting weakness within the humans, and I have taken steps to exploit it. Soon, nothing will stand in the way of the great Negaforce!” Jadeite was able to speak with confidence in this, having observed what great lengths humans went to maintain their dignity and control over their own bodily functions. His research had even led to the discovery of various internet web sites dedicated to the near worship of such things. Even in the unlikely event that his plan failed, perhaps there was still some coin to be made? After all, one must always think to the future.
As if sensing her subordinates distracted thoughts, Queen Beryl spoke up “Do not fail me, Jadeite. I need their energy” in some degree of irritation. Jadeite bowed once more, smiling to himself, and vanished to set his unclean plan into motion.
The peace of the neighborhood was shattered with the ringing of an alarm clock, and the startled squeel of a young girl, swiftly followed by the thump of her falling out of bed.
“Oh no, I'm late for school AGAIN!,” Usagi Tsukino squealed as she got back to her feet. She dashed to her dresser and frantically grabbed her uniform for the day. Long sleeve sailor shirt, knee length navy pleated skirt, panties, bra, and socks all practically flew onto the girl, clinging tight to her mature 18 year old body and obscuring her smooth hourglass figure. It was a mystery to everyone how Usagi managed to stay so fit since she never exercised and was always stuffing herself with cakes and sweets, but mostly, people just shrugged and made some comment about how some folks are just born lucky. However, her haste to get ready for school, as well as the adrenaline in her veins, had muffled the SOS signals of a rather uncomfortably full organ just below her belly button. It had been filling for nearly 10 hours while she slept, and it's cries to be emptied were left unanswered, even when it was bounced, jarred and punished with a frantic dash downstairs. “Why didn't you wake me up in time for the first bell?!” she demanded of her mother in between wild brushings of her teeth.
Usagi's Mother, Ikuko, sighed. Her daughter always did this. She was constantly sleeping late, and never took anything seriously until the very last minute which prompted this usual wild emergency. “I did, Usagi. Three times, and each time, you said you were getting up right away”. Maybe she could rig up some kind of system to upturn the mattress next time and make SURE Usagi was actually out of bed when she said. Then again, her daughter might just fall asleep on the floor and there went all that effort for nothing.
“And you believed me?!” Usagi challenged back before rinsing her mouth out at the kitchen sink. There! That was the last thing she had to do before she left the house! She was almost out the door! She could make it this time! She could...
“Usagi! Wait! Aren't you forgetting something, dear?” her mother called out, prompting an immediate protest. A protest that was silenced when Usagi noticed her box lunch wrapped and dangling from her mother's fingers. The young blonde quickly snapped it up and whooshed out the door, still frantically unaware of any kind of impending calamity.
The dash to school went quickly, with only a minor distraction to stop a group of bratty children from torturing an alley cat. Though this was of noble cause, Usagi was most definitely the kind of person who could be lured away from a goal by so much as a jingly pair of keys. Blonde moment did not even begin to cover it; this girl lived a blonde life. But not even the threat of animal cruelty could halt her advance as she dashed to school, and arrived just in the nick of time. The final bell for class was ringing just as her butt hit the seat.
“WHEW!” she exclaimed, “I just barely made it!”. A happy grin beamed on her face from her accomplishment, and slowly, as Miss Haruna began to teach class, the adrenaline in her bloodstream began to fade and she became more aware of the conditions of her body.
PANG
She had to bite her lip hard to avoid crying out, but jammed her fingers against the front of her skirt with a sudden surge of motion. She HAD forgotten something, and now, that something was having its due. It was an incredible, almost surreal feeling to go from perfectly fine to hunched over and bursting at the seams in a split second. Once more, a spike of adrenaline filled her veins, but this time, it did nothing to dull the feeling of liquid agony she felt in her belly. There was nothing else for it. Usagi frantically put her hand up, waving it and bouncing her knees urgently in her seat. This was an honest to kami EMERGENCY that took her completely by surprise. But, the bathroom was just down the hall. This could be handled. Nothing to worry about. All she needed to do was get permission to go use it and...
“No, you may NOT leave class,” Miss Haruna snapped. She grabbed a paper on her desk and held it up for the young bursting blonde to see. Corrections, notes, and a great big “30%” were spelled out in angry red marker ink. “You need more studying and less distraction, young lady. There isn't any excuse for failing this exam! I'm going over this material again today, just for you, and you are going to sit there for every minute of it” Usagi's heart sank as her teacher placed the paper on her desk. Not only did she fail an exam she worked really really hard on.... well, okay, maybe she spent the entire night playing video games, but she had her book open on her lap the whole time, honest! But now, she was being told she was not allowed to use a bathroom when she really, truly needed one! This was bad. What was an emergency before was now an out and out cataclysm as her bladder pulsed and protested, as if it knew that there was no relief coming, and was in open rebellion against its owner. But, what choice did she have? With Miss Haruna watching her like a hawk, and orienting herself between Usagi and the door, she couldn't even make a dash without getting grabbed and sat right back down. This was fine. This was totally fine. She was a big girl, and, even though she likely flunked once again, certainly holding her pee was something that she could do? Least.... she hoped so. An hour and a half was a long time, and already, she didn't think she could sit still or take her fingers away from her desperately full girlhood without an incident occurring.
PANG PANG
This was impossible. It'd only been half an hour and just when she thought her urges couldn't get any worse, the pressure mounted once more. Her bladder throbbed violently, sending spasms of pain though Usagi's poor tortured body, and she squeezed her legs together, hoping that it would stop hurting. Her fingers pressed and kneaded at the front of her skirt, grinding the fabric of her clothes and pure white underwear into her trembling set of lower lips. She was getting to the point where if she didn't clench with all her might, she knew that she would leak and those panties would not remain a perfect pure white for very much longer.
SPURT-PSH
Thinking about it was a BIG mistake, and her stretched, swollen, and bloated bladder took that as a trigger to act upon. A jet of hot liquid warmth jetted from her crotch, and even though it was only for a brief fraction of a second, the feeling of moisture against her virgin puss made holding the rest in orders of magnitude harder.
What was happening to her student was not lost upon Haruna. She recognized the signs; the desperate shiftiness and constant squirming motions, the sound of penny loafer shoes tapping against the floor, the desperate pleading looks Usagi kept shooting her hoping that her supposedly benevolent teacher. However, she wasn't feeling that benevolent today. In fact, she felt downright villainous watching this ditzy blonde struggle and suffer, and felt a sheen of wetness coat the amber lace of her own underwear at the thought that maybe she wouldn't make it. Maybe her muscles would fatigue to the point that they couldn't withstand the pressures behind them, open wide, and give in to the torture; freeing the tension and easing the pain all over her clothes.
SPRITZSSHH
Usagi's condition had degraded to the point that she could feel a teensy tiny puddle under her, dripping from the gusset of her now permanently stained yellow panties and surrounding her butt like a miniature lake, but she was SO CLOSE! Ten minutes. Then she could get up, hobble down the hall, push open the door, dive into a stall and.... oh gosh, she almost thought about it again, and given what happened last time, that could spell disaster. She could feel her bladder holding by a tiny tight metaphorical thread and anything; a sneeze, a stray thought of relief, even so much as a cough could destroy her. But ten minutes was all that she needed to last. It hurt so much. She could practically feel the fibers of her bladder tearing apart under the strain, and could literally see it, bulging from her taut and toned thin belly in the perfect shape of a sphere struggling to take up as much space as it could to accommodate the demands of her sadistic kidneys. But....Just. Ten. Minutes.
DING DONG DING DONG
Her heart leapt when she heard the first four chords of the dismissal bell for her first class, and she was blinded to everything else around her, including Miss Haruna's look of disappointment. Despite the pain, the need, and the swelling and surges of pressure. She had made it! All she needed to do was get up, and...
SPRRIITTSSHHH!!!
Oh gods... she'd forgotten about the change of gravity. For three gloriously horrible seconds, urine raced out of her body. The relief was absolutely indescribable. It was like she was freeing herself from herself, if that makes sense at all. Her eyes glazed over, and for an instant, time stood still. There was only her and the universe...and her bladder, of course. But that ended soon enough with an effort that would qualify as a labor of Hercules: squeezing her leaking peehole shut. It took everything she had, knuckles pressed into her wet puss strongly enough to turn the knuckles white, and her face red with effort and strain, but she managed to get it under control. Usagi knew, however, that that was the LAST time she'd be able to do that without release. The next spike in pressure would be her last.
Not even waiting for Miss Haruna to say anything, Usagi hobbled from the class, her teacher staring at the twin tiny puddles her student had left on the floor and in her seat with an almost predatory hunger. She dashed as quickly as she could down the hall, which wasn't very, and bashed open the door to the ladies' room with her shoulder. Her fingers were the only things holding her floodgates shut, and couldn't be removed under any circumstances unless she wanted an impromptu leg warming. The same trick was used a second time on the stall door, and, upon seeing the toilet, that spike in pressure assaulted the poor girl once more like one of those monsters in a lewd video she had seen when her mother was out of town. There was no stopping it now. Prevention had just left the building, and triage had taken its place, and she could feel herself peeing full force right down her legs. With a single motion, she yanked up her knee length skirt, seeing a big wet patch all along the front of it, and plopped down on the toilet. Her panties were the true victims here and were bathed in a constant torrent of hot pee. The hiss filled the whole bathroom, and was loud enough that the students outside were rather taken aback by the volume and intensity. This was beyond caring though. Usagi had a reasonably good idea of how the big bang had felt when it went off, and only had enough strength left to close the stall door. Her eyes fluttered closed as her stream finally dwindled after near two continuous minutes of constant urination, and she was exhausted. Truly, she didn't know why she was so tired, but... well, it wouldn't hurt to miss ONE class. It's not like she could pay attention anyway...
“That. Was. Amazing,” Jadeite thought to himself. The results of his plot had exceeded even his most wild predictions. This one girl had given up so much energy, and he, along with his servant, hardly had to do anything! All he needed to do was lurk around to capture what she was surrendering. Queen Beryl would almost certainly be pleased, and so was he. As he retreated back into the Negaverse to turn in his winnings with his spiritual monarch, he had only one thought on his mind “I am going to have to do this again. Very soon. We'll meet again, little blonde girl, but next time, you will not be so fortunate” |
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